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Throughout the summer, Zheng Ao stayed with me.

Usually he was busy, and occasionally he came back at two or three o'clock in the morning, opened the door with his key, sat on the balcony smoking and basking in the moonlight without saying a word.On weekends, he will probably spare time, and I will no longer seize every opportunity to work overtime. More and more things are added to the kitchen, and the refrigerator is full. Recently, Wang Lang suddenly started to study ancient dishes , follow the recipes in Suiyuan Shihua, and often get some precious ingredients, and ask someone to send them here in silence.I don't know if it was his order, but the person who delivered the things didn't talk to me, just put it down and left.

Zheng Ao is still picky.

Xia Tian had a bad appetite, and he was busy, and occasionally had to fly on business trips, so he lost a lot of weight and his cheeks were sunken.Sometimes I also try to make some new dishes, print them out and stick them in the kitchen, and occasionally a piece of it gets mixed into the documents. Attorney Su walks over during working hours and throws it on my desk without saying a word.

I know Attorney Su is a little disappointed in me.

But in the days to come, there will not be many days when I can get along with Zheng Ao like a family.

On a summer night, when the heat dissipated, the balcony door and the kitchen window were opened, and the draft made people cool everywhere. Sitting on the balcony watching the moonlight, I didn’t speak for a long time. He smoked his cigarettes, and I trimmed the flowers I planted.I raised a few flowers that were not so easy to live, and trimmed their branches and leaves according to the steps in the gardening book, hoping that they would bloom more.Plants are really good things, just growing there, the whole balcony is alive.

Sometimes, I also have the illusion, as if we are a couple living together, the closest people.When I put his clothes in the laundry basket to dry, when I got a call from him saying he would be back later, when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him sleeping next to me.At that time, I often felt that something was silently melting in my heart.

However, the occasional smell of perfume on his neckline, a strange name that lights up on his phone, and Wang Lang's inexplicable hostility towards me all remind me that this is just my illusion.

On the night of Qixi Festival, the Milky Way is very beautiful, and the flowers I planted have already stood in a row on the balcony fence, the shadows of the branches and leaves are dancing, and the fragrance of jasmine is lingering.I curled up on the chair, he leaned on the armchair, and we both drank some wine—the rice wine I brewed myself, which was very sweet and full of stamina.The ice cubes in the cup melted quietly, the flying stars darkened the Milky Way, and the moonlight shone on his cheeks.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as gentle as moonlight, and he looked at me quietly.

I suddenly remembered four words: Floating life stealing joy.

This is my stolen happiness, every day is one day less.I was so disturbed and so obsessed.

But he is so frank, he unbuttons his shirt after get off work, dangles loosely at home, asks me to pass the bath towel when he takes a shower, and smiles at me with a glass of wine when he answers the phone, his eyes still have the habit of a prodigal son.

It's just that I no longer expect it.

He would notice it occasionally, when I calmly washed his perfumed clothes, and when I received a call from a strange voice and handed it to him as if nothing had happened, he would look at me thoughtfully .

One night, he suddenly stopped me: "Xiao Lang..."

"what happened?"

He glanced at me and shook his head: "Nothing."

I guessed what he was going to say, because I had indeed changed.It doesn't matter if he's not used to it, I've already given up.

But that's all, I'm still good to him.

Sometimes I also think to myself, even if he doesn't like me, I still treat him so well.Why should he like me, why should he give up such a vast forest.

Fortunately, I gradually let go.

In September, I went home for a trip.My dad told me to go back.

Zheng Ao was very upset when he left. It was six o'clock in the morning and the sky was bright. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror to get dressed. He closed his eyes and touched me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Why don't you get more sleep?" I asked while putting on my tie.

"It's so annoying, I can't sleep..." Zheng Ao complained on my shoulder with his eyes closed, and groped my body with his hands, touching my waist.

I shrank instinctively, and he leaned away, probably woke up, opened his eyes and glanced at me, standing there drowsily.

I reached out and stroked his hair.

I wouldn't dare to do this when he was sober, he would definitely use this as an excuse to rub my hair into a chicken coop.

"Stay well at home, and I'll come back to cook for you at night."

He didn't know if he heard it, and hung his head listlessly.

"Are you going to work today?" I asked him while taking my coat.

He grabbed my hand.

"Stop playing, I told you to go back to have breakfast." I reasoned with him.

He dragged hard, and I fell over the whole body.

The morning light was warm and bright. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, revealing his slender and strong upper body. His hair was hanging messily on his forehead. His eyes were lazy. His gaze seemed to be looking at me, or he seemed to see through my eyes. deeper.

At such a close distance, he might be able to hear my heartbeat.

I pushed him away before I could calm down.

"Go to sleep, I'll be back before dark." I almost fled from the bedroom.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that I heard the chuckle of his successful prank.

After living with him for a long time, I find that he is like some kind of big cat. He looks docile and lazy, but always shows his sharp fangs when you relax.

The morning at Li’s house was very beautiful, the bustling roses were blooming all over the railings, and the roadside across the lawn was full of precious orchids. I was surprised to find a white peacock pacing leisurely among the poppies.

At this point, Dad had already gotten up, and was waiting for me in the living room with his coat on.

Li Zhurong was still not there, but Li Xiu was sitting at the dining table, stepping on another chair, playing with a knife, looking in a good mood.

Today's breakfast was made by my father, cross-bridge rice noodles, hot chicken soup, soft and springy rice noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onion, two marinated eggs and a piece of chicken leg buried in the bottom of the soup.

It's like going back to when I was a child for the New Year, I would eat chicken legs.Because Li Xiu refused to admit that he was a child.

During the meal, my dad kept asking me about my work situation one after another. In fact, no matter how I answered, he would always say yes, and he never blamed me.

Li Xiu has the style of the army, and he eats very quickly. The hot bridge rice noodles are finished quickly with ice lemon tea. He probably thinks that I am eating slowly. Don't wait, stand up and say to me: "After eating garden."

While picking pickled melons for me, Dad said: "Actually, Xiao An's temper is much better now."

I don't know if Li Xiu heard it, but I always felt his back froze.

After breakfast, go to the garden to meet him.Two servants who cleaned up the room had just come from the back garden. They were both girls, and they were talking excitedly and didn't know what to say.

I walked into the back garden and instantly understood.

Most of the roses planted in the back garden have been shoveled away, and an open space has been cleared, covered with turf, and they grow luxuriantly. An animal with soft snow-white fur like a sheep and a posture like a camel is standing there calmly. There.

Li Xiu was wearing a black T-shirt and camouflage pants, standing beside it proudly with his hands folded.

I looked at him in shock.

"This..." I thought about my words, and I didn't say the three words commonly used by the girls in the group: "This, it's an alpaca, right?"

"Yes." Li Xiu was very proud: "I bought it from Australia, and it was only $[-]. It looks good."

The alpaca turned to look at me with an expression of concern for the country and the people.

I didn't even dare to look at it, for fear that I couldn't help but walk over and touch its head.

"This..." I still couldn't believe it: "Why did you buy it?"

Alpacas are expensive because the wool they produce is very precious. Is the Li family going to start the textile business?

Li Xiu was very upset by my question.

"Didn't you want the alpaca yourself?" He said angrily to me: "Hey! You said you like alpacas yourself! Don't you want to go back on your word now! I'll beat you up! This can't be returned!"