Follow along all the way, don't ask the ending

i almost forgot at first

the waste of slow time

Who can predict how crazy love is

better than blind

maybe you never care

Come with me to the last dance

when every day can't end

how hard i love you

—— Zhong Hanliang "Why Love"

Zhibao woke up earlier than Ginjiu, and his nightgown was torn by him, making it completely unusable. She didn't mind it, and grabbed his clothes casually, and she wrapped Ginjiu's baggy clothes loosely, Showing a clean shoulder, she walked slowly to the French window, and gently opened a corner of the curtain.After a night of rain and wind, the red maple trees on the terrace blew off the red maple leaves all over the ground.The red leaves spread all over the ground are so gorgeous, and the ground is wet, making the red leaves stick tightly to the ground.The leaves that have not blown off the tree are covered with water drops, like a weeping beauty.

Yesterday's self must have gone crazy.She thought, otherwise, how could she do such a deviant thing.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, so she didn't feel cold, and she didn't know how long she stood there, until someone put a coat on her shoulders.

With a movement of her hand, she tore off her clothes and threw them on the ground, stepped on them, walked to the closet, found out the clothes he bought to make himself a human skin doll, put them on, opened the door and walked out upstairs.She called a few times, but there seemed to be no one in the house. She looked up at the clock, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

She had slept until now, she frowned slightly, and then walked to the kitchen. The food stored in the house was quite sufficient.She grabbed the apron and tied it around her waist.Then I took the bacon, onion and black pepper, and the pasta out of the fridge.Through the transparent cabinet door, she saw a bag of pasta placed on top of the cabinet.I tiptoed to take it down, but it was almost... Who put it so high?Could it be that the men in this house can still cook?

Just as he was about to turn around and move the chair, he walked behind her and reached out to take down the spaghetti: "Looking for this?"

"Yeah." She took it and walked to the pot with her head down.Follow the steps strictly.He leaned aside and watched her busy back. The kitchen was filled with the smell of pasta and the crisp sound of her operating the kitchen utensils. The air seemed to freeze, standing still at this moment.Suddenly, I feel that this is not bad.

"Gin." She called him suddenly.

"what?"

"Could you cut the onion for me, please?"

"No."

"..." She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say it. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I can help you solve the problem of lunch." She said, grabbing another handful of noodles from the bag .

He reached out to take the onion and the knife, but after a few cuts, the onion irritated his eyes to tears.At that moment, he suddenly understood why this woman asked him to cut it.He quickly stuffed the onion into the water basin, which seemed to be much better.

"Sherry! Did you do it on purpose?" He was a little angry. Since she defected, the series of actions she made under his own anger shocked Hua Diao so much that she didn't dare to act recklessly.It's been a long time since anyone dared to tease themselves like this.

Really only this woman dared to do it.

"I thought you'd find out."

She didn't look back, and continued to cook the pasta in the pot.She covered the pot, turned around and took another pot and started to make the sauce: "Two people don't need too many onions, give it to me."

The next thing seemed to be of no use to him at all, so Gin walked to the restaurant with a cigarette in his mouth.Zhibao walked over with his share of spaghetti, pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up the fork and said, "Get it yourself, I don't want to serve you."

He snorted and walked to the kitchen by himself.

When he picked up his piece of spaghetti, the memories that had been dusty in his mind for many years suddenly rolled over——

"Good morning, Gin." Seven-year-old Zhibao came out from the kitchen with milk and baguettes, squeezed two boiled eggs, and handed him one, "This is yours." Then she put Cut the baguette into threes and sevens, and handed the extra portion to him.

He reached out to take it and asked, "Do you only eat a little?"

"I haven't reached the age when I urgently need nutrition, as long as it meets the size of my appetite and the basic nutritional balance." She said in a big way, "But boys at the age of fifteen and sixteen are just growing tall, so you should eat more. Order food and don’t be picky eaters.”

"You're too wordy." He couldn't help thinking who was the brat.But then he discovered that there was always food in Shiho’s schoolbag. At first he thought she prepared it for herself, until one time when he finished his task and rushed to pick her up from school hungry and tired, she took out the blueberry jam bread for yourself.He is still a big kid and said:

"When you are tired and hungry, driving is prone to accidents. I heard from the professor of the organization that the people in your operations department often turn upside down day and night without eating, so the people in the medical department have to deal with your stomach problems all day long, etc. Wait, don't suddenly have a stomachache when you are protecting me and get me kidnapped."

I don't like sweets, I really think that the bread with blueberry jam is too sweet.

Really too sweet.

The overlapping of memory and reality made him a little dazed.He walked back to the table in silence.Looking at her gloomy face, I just felt like a stick in my throat.It would have been better to kill her back then, now I felt as uncomfortable as if I was suffocating.

After eating, she said, "Have you been watching me like this?"

"Of course." He stood up, "While the mission is still in the preparation stage, you still have time to move around relatively freely."

Shiho took it for granted that he meant that the task would be very busy at the beginning, and there would be no time for free activities.Didn't think about anything else.This life of tormenting each other is a headache, is it necessary to go through it every day before the mission starts?

Qin Jiu turned his head and looked at her who came to the United States single-handedly and lived under the same roof with him without fear of death. He still seemed to hate her in his heart, but in action, he...

Could it be that he easily believed the nonsense she said that she didn't betray him?

The two stared at each other for several minutes in silence in the living room.In the end, Zhibao gave up first, and she picked up a chess set on the coffee table: "In this case, at least find something to kill time. Can you play?"

"Yes," he replied, "I want black."

Shiho opened the chessboard.Arrange the black and white chess pieces: "White comes first, then black, you are giving me the initiative, this is not your style."

"Sometimes making the first move doesn't mean taking the initiative."

"Let's start." Shiho said confidently.

The author has something to say: I may have to go out on weekends, so I will post an extra chapter (I spent a lot of money to buy a SLR for myself, and I am excitedly waiting for the delivery)