Warm and respectful people

Xiawen sleeps until noon on weekends, orders takeaway when he wakes up, sleeps in the afternoon, and spends the night until late at night.

It was about the most beautiful way to spend the weekend she could imagine.

But today, there is a little more fireworks in this rental house.

It had been a long time since the open kitchen had fired. Shen Xueyu stood by the sink and carefully selected vegetables, with the sound of splashing water rushing over the green lettuce.

Xia Wen glanced curiously.

At this moment, she was sitting at the dining table not far away, with her injured leg stretched out on a nearby chair.

"Can we order delicious takeaway directly?" She remembered that Shen Xueyu seldom cooks by herself, so she tactfully raised a little doubt about Shen Xueyu's cooking skills.

From nowhere, Shen Xueyu took out an apron that Xia Wen didn't even know and tied it on. The name of a certain bank was clearly written on the pocket. for her.

The oversaturated bright yellow color doesn't match Shen Xueyu's overall temperament.

In other words, Shen Xueyu standing in this narrow kitchen is a bit scary.

But the person involved was extremely relaxed. Shen Xueyu took out a knife and handled the fish meat on the cutting board quite skillfully, and she picked out the white and transparent fish bones one by one.

Shen Xueyu raised her drooping eyelids, and rubbed the tip of her nose with her wrist during the treatment: "Takeaway heavy oil and salt, it's not good for your wound recovery."

Xia Wen could hear the shadow of his father from the tone of Shen Xueyu's words. She leaned her chin on the back of the chair, curled her lips, and muttered, "I've been eating for so many years, and it's not bad."

While speaking, there was a sound of water, and Shen Xueyu put the cutting board that had been cut into the sink to wash, but she still vaguely heard Xia Wen's words.

She glanced at Xia Wen, who was a very small one curled up on the chair: "So you haven't grown much in these years?"

Xia Wen narrowed his eyes and gave Shen Xueyu a gouging look: "It is genes that determine height."

Shen Xueyu raised her eyebrows and smiled noncommittally, without saying a word, but Xia Wen felt a little humiliated.

She frowned and looked at her legs, swinging them left and right.

Obviously long and thin.

About 20 minutes later, the preliminary preparations came to an end. Shen Xueyu set up a pot that was used for the first time, and the hot oil made a sizzling sound when it met the water-soaked fish.

Xia Wen watched the golden oil splash onto Shen Xueyu's snow-white forearm, and felt a little pain for her.

Then she saw Shen Xueyu adding water to the pot, and when she stood up a little and leaned forward, she saw that the fish soup in the pot had turned milky white.

At this time the doorbell rang.

Shen Xueyu turned her head and raised her eyes: "Do you know who it is?"

Xia Wen thought for a while, then shook her head: "I didn't order takeaway today, maybe it's the aunt who reads the water meter in the community." Apart from that, she couldn't think of other possibilities.

Shen Xueyu flushed her hand at the faucet, took a few tissues and went to open the door.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a loud middle-aged woman's voice: "Is the 401 resident there? How many times have I come to your house?"

Opening the door, an aunt with a notebook in the creaking nest was hunched over and gasping for breath. She supported the wall on one side: "Finally, I found a day when you are at home."

Shen Xueyu invited him in, and as he walked in, he kept saying, "Recently, the district committee is going to be re-elected, and the residents here need to vote. Your building is short of your household. gone."

"I don't live here." Shen Xueyu led him to the living room.

Xia Wen greeted Auntie, and then asked someone to sit down: "Auntie, I rent here, and I am not the head of the household, so I shouldn't be the one to choose."

This kind of situation is very common. Auntie took out a gel pen and pressed out the refill, handed it to Xia Wen, opened a few pages, and pointed to the blank space: "Fill in your ID number and mobile phone here. No., find your own option and tick it in the back.”

When Xia Wen buried herself in filling out the form, the aunt was so hot that she fanned her hands, and her eyes wandered around the two girls in the room.

"You two are real sisters, right? Your sister treats you very well and even cooks for you. It's rare for sisters to do this now." The aunt said to herself.

Xia Wen's writing hand paused, then shook his head: "Not sisters."

The aunt became even more curious: "Same mother and half mother? Same mother and different father? But this is also common now." The plot is developing in a weird direction.

Xia Wen just finished filling out his ID card, but he shook his head again: "There is no blood relationship, just friends."

The aunt opened the chair and sat down, a little surprised: "I see that all the little girls who share the rent order takeaway together, and some cook for the other person?"

Xia Wen, who filled in the mobile phone number, speeded up his writing, and a string of numbers was written in a fluttering style, quite like a cursive script.

After finishing writing, Xia Wen returned the notebook to his aunt: "I will trouble Auntie today, my leg is injured, so it is inconvenient to send it to you, so please go out by yourself."

The aunt who was about to chat for a while: "..."

After the person left, the house regained its calm.

Xia Wen carefully sat back in a comfortable sitting position, let out a long breath, and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

It's really a bit unlucky to meet a person who loves to inquire about other people's household registration books.

Shen Xueyu brought the finished fish soup to the table, and sprinkled some chopped coriander on the white and tender fish meat, and there was a fresh fragrance in the air.

A milky white film slowly forms on the surface of the fish soup.

Shen Xueyu lowered her head to look at Xia Wen who put her face to the side of the soup bowl to smell the smell, her eyes were heavy, and she asked: "You don't need to go around with that person, just talk about our relationship."

Xia Wen withdrew his head, sat upright on the chair, put one hand on his chin, and looked at her coldly: "What are you talking about? Are you my ex-girlfriend?"

Because of this small episode in the middle, the two of them ate in silence after a fairly sumptuous lunch.

After eating, Xia Wen wanted to tell Shen Xueyu to put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink and wait for her to wash them, but when the words came to her mouth, she found it difficult to actually do it, after all, when she could move freely , Those bowls and chopsticks are going to stink.

So the task of washing the dishes still fell on Shen Xueyu.

Shen Xueyu stood up, took a new box of plastic wrap from the refrigerator, opened it, wrapped the unfinished fish soup and put it in the refrigerator.She was very proficient in cleaning up the dishes, and her movements were smooth, as if she had been trained.

Xia Wen carefully observed her face, and found that there was no unpleasant expression, and the uneasiness in her heart dissipated a little.

In the afternoon, Shen Xueyu still had no intention of leaving.

Xia Wen, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, suddenly thought of something, and she instructed Shen Xueyu to take out the cloth-covered things from the glass cabinet in the living room.

Shen Xueyu honestly put the things on the coffee table in front of the living room, bent her knees, squatted down, and asked, "What is this?"

"Open it and see for yourself."

Shen Xueyu lifted the gray cloth covering, and what was lying on the coffee table was the painting that she gave to Xia Wen last time, Lin Weiwei.

"What's wrong?" she asked looking up.

Xia Wen glared at her: "You know how much it costs, so you can give it away."

"I bought it myself, of course I know."

Xia Wen pushed the painting towards Shen Xueyu, and said awkwardly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't take it."

Shen Xueyu caressed the frame, looking at the field with small purple flowers blooming on the canvas, she couldn't appreciate it herself: "Do you like it?"

Xia Wen didn't expect Shen Xueyu to ask such a question, but she nodded honestly. If she likes it, she still likes it. The meaning of this painting to Xia Wen is quite different, although this painting is not considered a painting in Xia Wen's eyes now. He is highly skilled, but he is like a bright light in the early days of his painting studies.

Seeing the change in Xia Wen's expression, Shen Xueyu got up and sat on the single sofa chair behind her, pursing her lips: "Do you want to own this painting without owing me anything?"

Xia Wen's heartstrings twitched, and she was curiously waiting for Shen Xueyu's next words.

At this moment, Shen Xueyu is no longer a person around the stove, but a shrewd businessman. She put her hand on the armrest of the seat and tapped it lightly with her fingers: "It's actually very simple. Pay in installments, The interest is half of the bank's, and the term is optional."

After thinking about it, Shen Xueyu added: "You can choose 70 or 80 years if you want."

Xia Wen frowned. This was a wild and unconstrained loan plan. Xia Wen, who was not good at mathematics since childhood, fell into deep thought.

Shen Xueyu took out her mobile phone, called up the calculator inside, tapped her fingers quickly, and gave her the exact number after a while.

"This is the monthly repayment amount calculated over a period of 80 years." Shen Xueyu, who has always had a perfect score in mathematics, pushed the phone in front of Xia Wen.

Xia Wen hugged the pillow, looked down, and a not-so-big, fully bearable number appeared in front of his eyes.

"When I bought this painting, the manager said that it has room for appreciation." Shen Xueyu added fuel.

Xia Wen's slender fingers touched the tip of her lips, and she had to admit that she felt a little moved.

Shen Xueyu narrowed her eyes, looking at Xia Wen's expression a little funny: "When you can't afford it, you can move it to the next month, and you don't have any credit problems if you owe it for a few months."

This is probably the appearance of a creditor in a dream.

Xia Wen asked hesitantly, "Do you need to sign a contract?"

Shen Xueyu put her hands on the knees of her overlapping legs, and smiled: "A verbal agreement, I believe in your credit."

Probably no one will refuse.

Xia Wen nodded dazedly: "Okay."

In the end, the creditor helped her hang up the painting again. There was no shelf of the creditor at all. Looking at the peaceful painting on the wall, Xia Wen always felt that there was something weird about it.

In the evening, Shen Xueyu, who still hadn't left, promised to leave immediately after finishing dinner.

While cooking, Xia Wen really couldn't stand it anymore, she sat in the wheelchair Shen Xueyu bought for herself and went to the kitchen to insist on helping, and finally made a large water stain on Shen Xueyu's arm and clothes.

While the two were tossing in the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

Xia Wen glanced at Shen Xueyu with a bit of a headache: "It can't be that aunt is here again."

Shen Xueyu took out a tissue and wiped the splashed water on Xia Wen's arm, then looked down at her: "I'll ask you again what's our relationship, what do you say?"

Xia Wen stiffened her neck, her eyes were fierce: "Tell the truth, ex-girlfriend."

Shen Xueyu smiled disdainfully, and went to open the door without taking off her apron.

The door opened, and the two people inside and outside the room were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Chuan, who was carrying a plastic bag of daily necessities and a bouquet of flowers, hesitated for a long time, but couldn't hold back a word.

Xia Wen in the kitchen didn't hear her aunt's noisy voice, and asked in a drawn out voice, "Didn't auntie come?"

Shen Xueyu moved away: "Dinner is almost ready, let's eat together."

Jiang Chuan: "..."

The author has something to say: Wen Wen is still too naive!