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It is no longer necessary to wake his young master up in a soft voice in the morning, and he does not have to pick out clothes and put them on the end stool next to the bed when the young master washes up. In fact, since Zhou Xiaoyu lived here, he has never entered the young master's room again. .

The daily meal preparation used to be his happy time, but now it has become a torment, and he can only force himself to focus so as not to cut off his fingers or put the wrong seasoning.

On this day, he still woke up very early, sat in front of the desk for a while, then went downstairs and stood in the kitchen for a long time before he could proceed to the next action.He had just taken out duran wheat flour and eggs to make pasta when there was a light knock on the door behind him.

He turned his head, Zhou Xiaoyu was wearing Ziye's big shirt, and looked at him with a smile on his bare calves:

"Let me make breakfast today!"

On the day she moved into the North Palace, Ziye told him lightly that he would prepare double meals for the next meal.This has never happened before, except for Lian Zhi and others, no matter who comes, he will only cook for him in the morning.Zhou Xiaoyu liked Beigong’s meals very much, and always thought it was Aunt Fu’s or Jinmei’s craftsmanship, and Ziye never explained it until she saw the small kitchen in the early morning when she was looking down at the prawns, and she didn’t know it was unusual. The assistant I got turned out to be a chef as well.

Qingchen lowered her head numbly, not daring to look at her over-opened neckline, and said softly: "The young master will blame you if he finds out, I'll do it."

Zhou Xiaoyu walked in and washed her hands at the sink:

"It's okay, that big slob can't get up."

She looked at the flour and eggs in the bowl:

"What are you going to do?"

Standing aside early in the morning, it seemed that it was difficult to understand her words, and after thinking about it, she said in a low voice: "Spaghetti."

Zhou Xiaoyu tilted her head and sighed: "Wow, I don't know how to eat such a troublesome thing for breakfast. Why don't we make something simple?"

She looked back and saw Qingchen standing with her head bowed, she wondered:

"I thought you looked familiar the first time I saw you. Where have we met?"

Looking at the kitchen floor with empty eyes in the early morning, she shook her head: "I haven't seen Miss Zhou before."

Zhou Xiaoyu walked up to him, squatted halfway in front of him and looked up at his hidden face: "Everyone calls me Miss Yu, so don't call me Miss Zhou, so I can see you."

Qingchen turned her face to the side in embarrassment, and nodded silently.

She walked back to the counter, "Hey, come and help me, how about we make a sandwich?"

Qingchen was silent for a while, looked down at her trembling hands, and replied, "Yes...Miss Yu..."

When it comes to laying the groundwork, most of it is done by Zhou Xiaoyu herself. She looks like she doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers, and she looks pretty good at frying eggs. She took the white bread and smelled it, "Well, where did you buy this? What I usually eat is delicious."

Seeing as if he didn't hear it in the early morning, he leaned over and asked, "What brand is this bread?"

In the early morning, I couldn't hide and had to answer softly: "I baked this myself."

Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes widened: "Wow! You are such a treasure!"

In the early morning, she saw her cut the bread and wanted to put something in it. After struggling for a while, she finally said, "Master...he likes bread and fry it with vanilla extract first..."

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at the slices of bread with a knife in his hand, thought for a while and said, "Hey! It's delicious if it's soft, so let's do it."

She spread the lettuce and the tomato, and hurriedly stopped her in the early morning: "Uh...Young Master, he doesn't eat raw tomatoes..."

Zhou Xiaoyu was surprised: "Don't eat raw tomatoes? Why are there so many problems with him?" She pouted, picked up a piece and threw it into her mouth, and said vaguely, "This is so delicious, I must correct this problem."

She didn't care about Sanqi 21, spread a lot of tomatoes, then put bacon and fried eggs on it, fixed them with toothpicks, and clapped her hands: "It's done!"

Turning back to morning and asking: "Where are the coffee beans?"

In the early morning, I wanted to say that the young master is not used to drinking coffee in the morning, so I swallowed it after thinking about it, opened the cupboard and took out the glass jar filled with coffee beans.

When Midnight came downstairs, Zhou Xiaoyu was holding a plate, singing "Deng Deng Deng Deng—" and presented the sandwich to him like a treasure.

"Breakfast with love! Be touched!"

In the early morning, I silently tidied up the mess in the kitchen, washed the pots, wiped the oil stains, and heard Zhou Xiaoyu asking, "Is it delicious?"

He couldn't hear Ziye's answer, only heard Zhou Xiaoyu happily:

"I just said it's delicious if it's so soft! And this tomato, it's so sweet, right!"

Turning on the faucet in the early morning, the sound of the water flow covered the conversation in the dining room. He repeatedly rubbed a dish towel until his fingers were numb, but he still let the water splash against the bottom of the sink as if he didn’t feel it.

Han Ziye drove his girlfriend to school and then to the company.He left at night and early in the morning, and went home to prepare dinner in the early morning, and he went to pick up his girlfriend from get out of class.

Sitting in the overly spacious seat in the back of the car in the early morning is the best time of the year.There is no need to turn on the air conditioner to have the most comfortable temperature.The car went up the hill along the winding coastal road. When he pressed the car window, the sea breeze hit his face coolly. He silently looked at the sea outside the car window.The bay in spring is so blue that it reflects the setting sun and feels so big that it has no boundaries. The waves hit the cliffs and break into pieces of mist.Looking at such a sea, I feel that my heart becomes big and empty. The sea breeze blows on my chest, as if a big hole was opened in my chest.

The weather was getting hotter. Han Ziye woke up in the middle of the night and found that the thick quilt had been kicked to his feet. Zhou Xiaoyu probably felt cold, so he pressed his face against his back and wrapped his arms around his waist.

He was very thirsty, and seeing that the glass beside the bed was empty, he got out of bed to drink water.

He stopped at the stairs.

The door of the small kitchen was left open, and the big moon shone in from the window, casting a bright white light on the door.In that light sat a shadow, who walked slowly downstairs, stopped on the steps, and hid in the darkness to look inside.

Sitting on the floor with his back against the refrigerator door in the morning, bathed in a piece of blue-white moonlight, looking back at the moon outside the window, a few empty beer cans lay between his spread legs, holding a can of wine with hands crossed, hanging Between the legs, as motionless as a sculpture.The moonlight was reflected by a patch of water on the side of his face.

They were tears, many and urgent tears gushed out of the eye sockets in big ones, covered the face, and flowed down the upturned neck into the clothes.

He still had no expression on his face, just weeping silently with a wooden face, and it took a long time to suck in his blocked nose and raise his hand to take a sip of wine.

All of this is retribution. He promised Sister Yaya to tell the young master but selfishly concealed it. This is punishment, and he deserves this punishment.

He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, his head was already dizzy, but the pain in his heart was still undiminished.

Han Ziye squinted his eyes and stared at the miserable figure for a long time, then went upstairs without looking back.

In the early morning, he used to eat with Aunt Zhong and Uncle Fu in the back, but recently his appetite has deteriorated, and he often only drank some rice soup in the morning before putting down the bowl.The few people watched him lose weight gradually, and they knew why, but they couldn't persuade them. Moreover, they had a close relationship with Zhou Xiaoyu, and they always felt guilty about betraying Qingchen, and the breakfast table became more and more awkward.Later, he simply told Uncle Zhong that he preferred the brown sugar buns in the company cafeteria, so he didn't eat breakfast at home.

His work efficiency has also decreased, and it has become difficult to deal with daily affairs.He often stares at the computer screen for a long time, his hands are motionless, his eyes are empty, and densely packed words and numbers dance around his mind, but there is no way to arrange them in a normal order.

Han Ziye's orders were no longer given directly to him, but through Fang Ya or other secretaries, and he was no longer used to serve tea and water, and only his secretary and Lian Zhi were brought with him when he went out to socialize.

He was afraid of Fang Ya and the others' pity eyes, so he simply stuck to the chair and hid behind the monitor all day long.

One afternoon, Han Ziye turned on the beeper: "Fang Ya, go downstairs and pick up a Miss Zhou." Fang Ya knew that the master had arrived, so she didn't dare to delay, she glanced at the expression that stiffened in the early morning, and went downstairs.

After a while, Zhou Xiaoyu followed her upstairs. She was wearing a loose green floral blouse of the forest style, thin trousers clinging to her straight legs, and a pair of wide-mouth boots that made her ankles look more cramped. Her long hair was loose and her eyes were clear. , followed Fang Ya obediently.

In the morning, when she saw the portfolio on her back and the painting kit in her hand, she felt a headache as if she had been punched in the head by someone.She passed him and went straight into Ziye's room, leaving behind a vaguely familiar smell unique to paint.In the early morning, I felt that my hands were shaking so that the keyboard was ringing, but I didn't have the strength to lift my hands up.

Fang Ya looked at the closed door, and saw the pale face in the early morning. She couldn't bear it, but she couldn't speak up. She could only walk to his desk with a stack of documents, and said softly:

"Raffael, I have something to do, can you help me file last year's report in the archives?"

In the early morning, he looked up and stared at the stack of folders in her hand for a long time as if he didn't know her before realizing that Fang Ya was saving him. He raised the corners of his mouth and wanted to smile, but the smile disappeared before it formed. , finally stood up with a wooden face, took it like a ghost and walked out the door.

Fang Ya stared at his thin back, and sighed from the heart, this Zhou Xiaoyu was different from those pretentious young ladies in the upper class, she was as fresh as a wild flower, her eyes were full of spirit, she was a perfect match for the general manager If it doesn't work, Raffael will lose in the end.She shook her head, knocked on the door and asked the general manager what drink she wanted.

In the early morning, I took the elevator downstairs, walked through the corridor to the back wing, took the elevator down to the basement, and walked through the long and quiet corridor. The carpet absorbs the sound of footsteps, and the overhead light emits a pale white light.He just kept walking, but the figure of the back carrying the portfolio and the toolbox kept swaying in his mind.

After swiping his fingerprints, he pushed open the heavy door, and he didn't see the staff's obviously relieved expression when they saw him.

He signed and sealed according to the procedure, swiped his iris and entered the archives inside.The huge archives are as cool as water, exuding the unique smell of old paper products.In the early morning, find the position where each report should be placed according to the index row by row.When the last copy was put away, he sat down against the filing cabinet.

I don't have the strength anymore, I don't even have the strength to support myself to walk back and sit in the secretary's room.

The archives are very quiet, so quiet that I can hear my shallow breathing in the morning.The unacceptable reality of this period of time suddenly became clear in this huge room with no noise at all.

In the morning, it seemed that I suddenly woke up in a doze that I couldn't wake up from.He said to himself in his heart, yes, no matter what happened, the young master doesn't want him anymore.If the young master has someone he likes, that person can also paint, but that person is not him, and it will never be him.

His whole body convulsed from the pain of this recognition, his fingers clutched his arms, his head buried in his knees and whimpered.