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Luan Yihe was reliable in his work and took the initiative to ask Wen Qiyue to transfer the ownership of the car.

Wen Qiyue lingered in the hotel for more than ten minutes before going downstairs, and Luan Yihe scolded her all the way, and it's over for buying a car and paying for it?How can it be so simple?Wen Qiyue means keeping everything simple. She knows that buying a car requires a transfer of ownership, and the transfer of ownership requires queuing. She finds it troublesome.

Annoyed, Luan Yihe didn't talk to her, the two of them finished their work in the morning, and Wen Qiyue proposed to have a meal at noon.

Luan Yihe was having fun again, and Pidianpidian accompanied Wen Qiyue for dinner. After the meal, Wen Qiyue called her to stop, saying that she wanted to go shopping and buy clothes.

shop?buying clothes?Luan Yihe acted like a ghost. On the way, she learned that Wen Qiyue bought clothes to meet Fu Yining's parents.

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"Grandma, who wants to buy clothes?" Luan Yihe wore high heels, she went shopping with Wen Qiyue, picking and choosing clothes for her, and Wen Qiyue followed.

Wen Qiyue likes to wear casual clothes. The sweater is versatile in all seasons, loose and comfortable. Looking at the dazzling array of hangers, she suddenly said, "I want to buy a shirt."

"Why are you buying a shirt?" Luan Yihe didn't care, picked up a long-sleeved shirt and gestured in front of Wen Qiyue, "This one is good, your style."

Qiyue is tall, with 172cm and long legs. She is as beautiful in casual clothes. Luan Yihe didn't have time to smile, so she hurriedly put down her clothes and complained, "Why am I acting like a parent?"

She took her son shopping for clothes, that's all.

"I want to buy a shirt." Wen Qiyue repeated with a stubborn tone.

Luan Yihe was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Qiyue, there's no need to change yourself, right?"

"Your appearance is destined to be inconsistent with a strong woman." Luan Yihe ate her tofu and pinched Wen Qiyue's fair and tender cheeks.

Qiyue belongs to the quiet beauty type, her ecstatic eyes are suitable for both men and women, as long as she is willing to smile more, there will always be peach blossoms around her.

The eyes aren't the only bright spot on the face, though.

She has a straight nose, dark and slender eyebrows, and healthy red lips. She has a cold temper but not a cold appearance. If Wen Qiyue dares to say that she has just graduated from university, someone will definitely believe it.

The most important thing is temperament. Wen Qiyue's casual and lazy temperament cannot be changed and cannot be hidden. Unlike other career-oriented women, she is capable and sharp, and she speaks and behaves with confidence.

Wen Qiyue dodged back, obviously disgusted: "Don't touch my face."

"Hey! Sister, I'll go shopping with you in high heels! You won't let me even touch your face! Cheapskate!" Luan Yihe put his hips on his hips.

"Would you help me choose?" Wen Qiyue spoke simply and clearly, she ignored Luan Yihe and went to look for the shirt by herself.

The old problem happened again, she sighed inwardly.

It was not the first time to imitate Shao Sizhao.

After Ning Ning fell in love, Shao Sizhao went to be a guest at home, and Fu's parents and Fu's mother smiled happily from ear to ear, and were satisfied in every way with the girlfriend their daughter had found.

What's so good about Shao Sizhao?Wen Qiyue's wild thoughts are nothing more than mature and reliable.

Luan Yihe kept up and whispered in Qiyue's ear, "Just be yourself! There's no need to please anyone for anyone!"

Wen Qiyue stroked the thin fabric of the shirt with her fingers, and said lightly, "Change your style."

She paused and said, "Try it."

During the process of picking out the shirt, Wen Qiyue didn't speak anymore, Luan Yihe wondered what the problem was?Qiyue is not confident enough, or not as confident as before, and starts to care about other people's opinions.

She sighed and recalled: "The incident in the freshman forum was because you were big-hearted."

Qiyue's personality is easy to be targeted by others, and there are many people who dislike her.

That time she didn't wake up and accidentally bumped into someone in the teaching building, and just forgot to say sorry, but she didn't expect to get dirty all over her body.

The other party ran to the school forum to post and scolded Wen Qiyue for being able to pretend, but Luan Yihe was so angry that he insisted on finding the woman's theory, Wen Qiyue stopped her, saying that he didn't care, and had no intention of explaining at all.

She continues to be herself.

Go to class as usual, go to the cafeteria to get food, take a walk with Ningning at school, and turn a blind eye to other people's comments and pointers.

"Look at you now..." Luan Yihe was melancholy, "You two have lived together for so many years, if Ningning's parents are satisfied with you, will they still like Shao Sizhao?"

Wen Qiyue bowed her head to pick out clothes for a while, and she just replied: "I'm not doing well enough."

Fu's father and Fu's mother's opinions are very important. In the past, Wen Qiyue only cared about Grandpa and Ningning, and she didn't even bother to please herself, but the difference between her and Shao Sizhao was getting bigger and bigger.

Such a woman is hard to dislike.

...

At 5:10 p.m., Wen Qiyue drove to the location sent by Fu Yining.

She stopped the car and looked around. This is the other end of Changhe Street, which has not been developed so far. A large area of ​​residential buildings has peeled off walls, full of the weather-beaten sense of time.

Papa Fu's shop is just downstairs of an old building.

The front room is unremarkable, and the five big characters of Veteran Convenience Store are crookedly painted with red paint.

Wen Qiyue was carrying a bunch of supplements in one hand, and was arranging the awkward lady's shirt with the other hand. After shopping, she went back to the hotel to wash her hair before setting off, feeling unreasonably nervous.

As far back as she can remember, her parents left her to be brought up by her grandfather, and her relatives hadn't seen each other for several years. She had no idea what the elders liked to hear. To put it bluntly, she had nothing in common with them.

While thinking at the door, Wen Qiyue's arms were sore.

Luan Yihe spent a lot of money, bought a bunch of health care products and asked Wen Qiyue to bring them. He really thought of himself as a mother, and his heart was broken.

Ning Ning and Wen Qiyue made an appointment to arrive home at 5:30, and there were still ten minutes before she had to face Father Fu alone.

...

The old wooden door squeaked, and it was pitch black inside. Wen Qiyue didn't close the door, and looked up, almost startled. She immediately dropped the things in her hands and said anxiously: "Uncle, you come down first!"

Father Fu stepped on the chair and concentrated on changing the lamp. When he heard the voice and looked down, he blinked and remembered what his daughter said, and after a few seconds of reaction, he suddenly realized: "Qiyue, you are here!"

Wen Qiyue's heart was beating wildly with fright.

Fu's father is an honorary soldier. When he was young, he and Qiyue's father were stationed in the outskirts of the navy. Once he was on a mission to destroy pirates. During the confrontation, he was shot by pirates and his right leg was amputated and he was discharged early.

Father Fu, who lost a leg, once gave up on himself and was devastated.

Originally, he had the opportunity to become a military officer like Qiyue's father and be admired by others, but after being discharged from the army, he got a prosthetic limb and became disabled. Naughty children laughed at him for being lame, and his relatives were afraid that he would borrow money and cut off contacts.

Fu Yining told Wen Qiyue that during that difficult time, it was thanks to her mother who never left her by her father's side.

Nothing, at worst, start all over again.

...

Wen Qiyue was in such a panic that Father Fu's chair was wobbly, and he might fall down at any time.

Father Fu said solemnly: "No, the light bulb is broken! I have to replace it with a new one! Otherwise, after school, those children won't come to my place to buy things!"

Wen Qiyue couldn't lift her head in guilt.

If grandpa hadn't passed away, Ningning's family could live in the courtyard, and Dad Fu could continue to run the small restaurant in the alley, at least he wouldn't risk falling down to change light bulbs for the students' consumption of tens of dollars after school.

She made a decision, clenched her fists and said, "I'll change it for you!"

"Ah? You will change?!" In Dad Fu's impression, Qiyue was still a girl spoiled by Mr. Wen.

"I will." Wen Qiyue stretched out her hand to hold Dad Fu's arm. She was persistent and said seriously, "Uncle, trust me."

It's never too late to change.

...

At 5:40, Fu Yining hurried and was still late.

The traffic jam at the end of school is so bad that she can't take a taxi as fast as taking a bus.

On the way, Fu Yining sent Wen Qiyue a few WeChat messages, but Wen Qiyue didn't reply to any of them. She thought about calling her father, but he didn't answer.

What happened to these two?

Fu Yining found that the door of her convenience store was open, the setting sun covered the doorway, and the snacks sold on the shelf next to her were covered with orange light. Wen Qiyue stepped on a wooden chair in a white shirt, and the chair leg was obviously missing. The movement is "thump, thump, thump" and rubs against the ground.

She raised her head, her face was quiet and focused, her sleeves were stained with dust from the roof, and she pinched the light bulb with her fingers and slowly tightened it.

Father Fu commanded Wen Qiyue with a loud voice, but he didn't know that people could do well without his command.

This scene was imprinted in Fu Yining's eyes. Wen Qiyue was incompatible with the dilapidated furnishings of the convenience store. She was not too dirty or troublesome, and she stepped on the worrying wooden chair to complete the light bulb replacement.

When Fu Yining looked up at Wen Qiyue as she does now, she knew she was lazy, but Wen Qiyue would climb up the slippery brick house after the rainstorm to help her pick up the kite.

Fu Yining grabbed the skirt of her chest, the warm current nourished her blood and heart after a long time.

"Dad!" Fu Yining called out in a reproachful tone when he entered the door.

Hearing the sound, Father Fu and Wen Qiyue cast their gazes at the same time, and Father Fu first said, "Ningning is back?"

When Wen Qiyue saw her, she stabilized her shaking body and whispered, "Ningning."

"How dangerous! How can you let Qiyue change the light bulb!" Fu Yining said to her father.

Qiyue hurriedly said, "I asked to change it myself."

Father Fu also smiled honestly: "Qiyue insists on changing it for me. I think she does it very well and is very skilled." After finishing speaking, Father Fu limped and turned on the light to check the results.

When the room was replaced with a bright light bulb, Father Fu nodded in satisfaction, and strongly approved: "Okay! Very good! Qiyue hasn't improved in a few years!"

Fu Yining ignored her father, afraid that Qiyue would fall, she stretched out her hand and said, "Come down, I'll help you."

"!!" Wen Qiyue was flattered, she looked at Ning Ning's hand, Xiao Lu was rampaging in her heart.

When you have a crush on someone, every physical contact is a painful and sweet test.

Wen Qiyue spread out her black and dirty hands, and said with self-disgust: "No need."

"Wen Qiyue!" Fu Yining was in a hurry, "Shall I carry you down?" Qi Yue was thin, so it should be fine to carry you down.

"No, no, no..." Wen Qiyue said three no words in a row, and said in a panic, "I can do it myself." She is not weak enough to be hugged.

Besides...the person who hugged her was Ningning...not to mention...

Fu Yining continued to stretch out her hand, Wen Qiyue's body was more honest than her mouth, she didn't move, she didn't want to miss the opportunity to hold Ning Ning.

The two women were at a stalemate, one tall and the other low. Father Fu laughed happily and said, "You guys! It's exactly the same as when I was a child."

Ning Ning seems to be quiet, but she is mostly active. She is the only one who can restrain Qi Yue who is not interested in anything.

Wen Qiyue silently scolded herself for being hypocritical and awkward. She liked Ningning, but she couldn't express her feelings, and she was afraid that physical contact would reveal her guilty conscience.

They were clearly in their teens, but they calmly held hands, hugged, and took a bath together.

"Pray for the moon." Fu Yining changed his tactics and called her softly.

"Hmm..." Wen Qiyue was still engaged in ideological struggle.

Fu Yining took out a tissue and handed it over, and said softly, "Here, wipe your hands first."

How could Qiyue guess Ningning's little thoughts?It was just a tissue, she nodded and reached out to take it.

The wooden chair shook again, and Fu Yining quickly grabbed the back of Wen Qiyue's hand and quickly pulled her down.

Wen Qiyue was stunned during the falling process, Fu Yining held her waist with his other hand to ensure that she stood smoothly with a warm palm.

"...Ning Ning..." Wen Qiyue covered her red ears with her short hair, and her voice became unnatural. She was surprised by Ning Ning's boldness and surprise, and convinced herself that it was just a touch between friends.

"Let's go, wash your hands and eat upstairs." Fu Yining's tone was natural, she left behind Wen Qiyue who couldn't help herself, turned and went out.

The sunset clouds piled up in the sky, and Fu Yining stopped abruptly when he reached the corner, his five fingers slowly closed, and the frustration in his eyes surged layer by layer.

How should they get along again...

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The author has something to say:

Oh, why is Qiyue such a sweet wife? ?