Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

Cheng Jian walked into Fang Qingqing's small apartment. It was not big, but it was very tidy. The bookshelf in the corner was full of books, and there were a few books on the coffee table.There is a potted flower on the window sill, with green leaves, full of vitality.She took off her suit jacket, draped it over the back of a chair, and sat down on the sofa.

Fang Qingqing hurriedly put down her things, washed her hands, turned on the gas to heat up hot water, poked her head out of the kitchen and asked the person sitting on the sofa: "Cheng Jian, what do you drink, there are scented tea, green tea, and instant coffee. "

"Oh, flower tea." Cheng Jian hesitated for a moment. She wanted to say that she didn't need to bother with white water, but seeing Fang Qingqing's expectant eyes, she ordered it anyway.Moreover, she has lived in a foreign country for many years, so she is really not used to drinking plain water.

Fang Qingqing skillfully put scented tea and rock sugar in the teapot, brewed it after the water was ready, then took two teacups, put them together on a tray, carried them out of the kitchen, and put them on the coffee table.

The tea needs to be brewed for a while. The two sat on the sofa. Fang Qingqing wanted to say something, but she didn't want to be too polite.Cheng Jian looked at her, smiled, then stood up, picked up a tube of ointment, and said, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, of course." Fang Qingqing hurriedly stood up to get out of the way.

Cheng Jian walked into the bathroom and did not close the door. Fang Qingqing seemed to hear the sound of her unbuttoning her shirt. After a while, she seemed to hear Cheng Jian's hiss, and then something fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Fang Qingqing hurried to the bathroom, and saw Cheng Jian bending down to pick up the ointment from the floor, looking up at her, the clothes on her chest were open, and when the light red marks passed through the underwear diagonally, it was safe The location of the belt.

Fang Qingqing's brain buzzed, and the heat came up immediately, from the inside to the outside, it was thunderous.

Cheng Jian looked at her blushing and numb, but her eyes were fixed on a certain part of herself, and she wrapped her shirt with one hand to block someone's sight.

Fang Qingqing came back to her senses and looked up at Cheng Jian, as if she saw a hint of humor in the other's eyes.She secretly took a breath, adjusted her expression, and said calmly, "I'm going to cook."

With the ending sound, he walked out of the bathroom quickly, entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, put his face in it, and spat at himself fiercely while cooling down.

When Cheng Jian tidied up her clothes and came out, she saw Fang Qingqing, who had regained her composure, wearing an apron and washing vegetables by the sink.

"Do you really want to keep me for dinner? Will it be too troublesome?" Cheng Jian stood at the door of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

"No trouble, I have to have dinner anyway, home-cooked food, and it will be ready soon." Fang Qingqing hoped that Cheng Jian could stay, and her eyes were inevitably eager.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Cheng Jian stopped being polite, but walked into the kitchen and asked her with a smile.

The kitchen is very narrow, and if two people are in it, they will rub their shoulders if they are wrong.Fang Qingqing felt that the temperature around her started to rise again, she tried her best to calm down, and then she was really rude, handed the vegetable bowl to Cheng Jian, and said, "Then you help pick the vegetables."

The two stood in the small kitchen, the last rays of the sun shone into the floor of the living room, reflecting soft light, lingering around the two of them, there was actually a kind of quiet warmth.

After more than half an hour of busy work, Fang Qingqing quickly prepared two dishes and one soup, chicken wings stewed with potatoes, celery and shrimps, hot and sour soup, and red beans and rice.

After placing them on the dining table with sincerity, after dividing the dishes, Fang Qingqing realized something was missing and said, "Forgot, there is no wine."

"I have to drive later, so I can't drink." Cheng Jian herself doesn't like drinking very much, and the table Fang Qingqing made has already surprised her, and she doesn't need wine to accompany the meal.

"That's right, don't drink while driving, so let's start." Fang Qingqing picked up the chopsticks, but looked at the person opposite eagerly, as if waiting for her to start first.

Cheng Jian picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, then nodded and said with a smile, "Very good."

Fang Qingqing also started to eat with a smile, tasted the same thing, and nodded, expressing satisfaction with her performance today.

The two of them chatted occasionally while eating. Fang Qingqing couldn't hide her curiosity about Cheng Jian, but she didn't want to look like she was inquiring about other people's privacy, nor did she want to talk about work at such a time, so she didn't overdo it. If there are too many, Cheng Jian will occasionally ask a few questions about what she likes to do in private.

"What did you study in college?" Cheng Jian asked slowly after taking a sip of soup.

"economics."

"Oh, do you like it?"

"I didn't understand it at the beginning. I entered the economics department by accident. Later, I found it quite interesting, logical, and connected with reality." Fang Qingqing said honestly. When she applied for the exam, she didn't know A clear personal preference, but the economy was relatively hot at that time, and she also listened to some people's opinions, and followed the trend to fill in the volunteers.Probably just like her choice all the time, although she didn’t have a clear direction, she still devoted herself seriously and learned it. Later, she continued to study economics as a graduate student.

"What do you like to do in your spare time?" Cheng Jian smiled, and then asked casually.

"Uh, does running count?" Fang Qingqing thought for a while, then said a little confused.

"Forget it, but you can't keep running." Cheng Jian joked.

"Well, I read books in my spare time, and sometimes I go to the movies." Fang Qingqing thought about it, but she really didn't have any definite hobbies.

Music, occasionally listening to two pop songs, no favorite singer, no memorized lyrics.

In fine arts, if you master the seven orifices and the six orifices, you just don’t understand any of them.I have been practicing calligraphy, but it is also to relax myself. I don't have any clear goals, and Lin's posts are just as I like.

What else?Oh, I occasionally write some essays and essays, and the university has published them, but I write when I am in the mood, and I will not force it when I am not in the mood.

I like cats, but I don’t have the energy to raise them now. I like flowers, so I only keep the green radishes that live the best.When she was resting, sometimes she would quietly bask in the sun, dazed, without thinking about anything.

Seeing that Fang Qingqing had lost her mind and didn't know where she was, Cheng Jian smiled and didn't bother her.Fortunately, Fang Qingqing came back to her senses very quickly. Looking at the person opposite who had put down her chopsticks, she blushed slightly. The person opposite was so outstanding, and things that she could be a little proud of in front of others were all in front of Cheng Jian. It seems to have lost its color.

The two cleaned up the dishes. Fang Qingqing said that she didn't need her help, but Cheng Jian didn't really let the master do the work alone. She stood aside and helped to dry the water on the dishes and put them on the shelf.

The two of them washed one by one and wiped the other, and they had a tacit understanding.After putting away the last bowl, Cheng Jian turned around and walked towards the kitchen door. Fang Qingqing also wiped her hands and walked out.I don't know what Cheng Jian thought of, she turned around suddenly, Fang Qingqing didn't stop, and the two of them crowded together facing each other.

Cheng Jian hurriedly backed away, tugged at the shirt on her chest with her hands, bent down slightly, and frowned, obviously hurting her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you." Fang Qingqing hurriedly apologized, and wanted to help her with her hands, but was afraid of bumping into her again, and was a little at a loss.

Cheng Jian slowed down a bit, straightened her waist, looked at the flustered person in front of her, and said with a smile: "It hurts a little, please apply the medicine for me."

"Didn't you wipe it just now?" Fang Qingqing thought she had already wiped it in the bathroom before.

"Your mirror is a little far away from the sink, so I can't see clearly." Cheng Jian is slightly short-sighted, but she rarely wears glasses, and when she lowers her head, she can't see in some places.

In the bathroom, Fang Qingqing washed her hands carefully, and when she turned around, she saw Cheng Jian standing behind her in neat clothes.

The two looked at each other, Fang Qingqing was a little shy, she thought Cheng Jian wanted her to help unbutton her, she squeezed her fingers, and just about to raise her hand, she heard Cheng Jian say: "Do you have a softer T-shirt? ?”

"Ah, yes, I'll get it for you." Fang Qingqing walked out of the bathroom quickly, thankful for her hesitation just now, fortunately her hands were not fast enough, or she would be ashamed.

The two are about the same height, but Cheng Jian's breasts are obviously more connotative than hers, so Fang Qingqing found a light-colored T-shirt that has not been worn yet after washing. It is relatively roomy, and Cheng Jian should fit it well.

Back in the bathroom, Cheng Jian had already taken off her shirt, and she was struggling with the back hook of her underwear with her back facing her. The abrasions probably caused her hands to not move backwards smoothly.

Fang Qingqing hurriedly closed the door and turned on the Yuba. The temperature in early spring was still a bit cold.Seeing that she hadn't untied it, she reached out to help her, and when she touched Cheng Jian's hand, Cheng Jian knew her movement, so she put it down and waited for her to help.

After untying the hook at the back, Fang Qingqing washed her hands again, picked up the ointment, and looked at Cheng Jian who had turned around, only then did she fully realize what she was doing, and her heart beat faster.

Cheng Jian slightly covered her chest with her hands, probably she was also nervous.Thinking of it this way, Fang Qingqing was too embarrassed to hesitate any longer, and tried to control herself, reminding herself repeatedly in her mind that this was rubbing medicine, this was rubbing medicine.

She squeezed out the ointment onto her ring finger, and then started from Cheng Jian's collarbone, and applied it downward bit by bit. It wasn't very serious, but there was a pucker, which was slightly red and swollen.

Cheng Jian's collarbone is very beautiful, well-defined but not very skinny.The two cuties are not small, but they are also exquisite. They look cute and feel soft.

Fang Qingqing didn't realize that her hand was drawing a circle all the time, Cheng Jian looked at her, held her wrist helplessly, and slowly continued to move along the wound.

Fang Qingqing's face became more and more red, and her heartbeat continued to speed up. She swallowed unconsciously, and when she looked up, she saw Cheng Jian's slightly flushed cheeks and inexplicable eyes.

"Fang Qingqing, you like me." Cheng Jian looked into her eyes and said.