Turn the sun into old age

Qing Chenyi was taken aback when he saw this sentence, and then recalled the question he had been thinking about all day.

It turns out that being so close, there are also people who are experiencing the pain of secret love like him.

After thinking about it, the 10-minute discussion between two people is destined to be easier than the reflection of one person.

Don't care who I am: [What's your take on this kind of thing? 】

Hua Jiu: [When you like someone, you want to treat him well and treat him as a friend. 】

When he said this, Qing Chen realized that his point of view was not consistent with his own.

Don't care about who I am: [I may be different from you. I always feel like someone. When I see him, I want to wipe his tears. I'm afraid that he will be unhappy because of some things, so everything I do becomes tiptoe, like walking on thin ice. Just afraid of leaving a bad impression on himself in his heart. 】

Because I like it, I want to know all his preferences, try to be a warrior, and eliminate everything he resists in advance; because I like it, I become cautious, and even I don’t feel like myself, but even so, because those who don’t know When a good impression arises in the bottom of my heart, a smile from that person can remove all dissatisfaction in my heart.

At this point, Qing Chen felt that he didn't need to ask any more questions, he seemed to have understood.

Hua Jiu on the other end may not reply for a long time, the two ended today's game with their own concerns, and they quit the game after they made an appointment to go online next time.

Qing Chenyi lay on the bed and closed his eyes, his mind was full of the face of Huagua.

He was aggrieved, happy, and whether he wanted to cry or not. Now that I think about it, I realize that every frame is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Huajiao—the name seems to have a sweet meaning, and it makes me smile when I think of it.

The person he was thinking about just got off the game, so he took a deep breath before opening the door, and was dazed listening to the warm nagging sound coming from the hall downstairs.

"Huajiao." Hua Yi looked up and saw him standing in the corridor on the second floor, and stretched out a hand to beckon him: "Come down."

At this moment, the three of them were sitting at the dining table. Apart from Hua Yi, there was a middle-aged couple. The dignified and steady man was Hua Yi's father, Hua Zhengfeng. When he saw his nephew, he had a kind smile on his face. : "Long time no see, Xiaojiao has lost weight again, come and eat quickly, your aunt has cooked a lot of dishes tonight."

Hua Jia smiled, and sat obediently beside Hua Yi, holding a bowl and preparing to eat.

But within 2 minutes of eating, the aunt who hadn't spoken since he came to the table spoke.

She has orange-red lipstick on her lips, and something is painted on her eyelids, and she is faintly golden under the light, but she is well maintained, and she doesn't look tacky, but the words she speaks are formed with her appearance In sharp contrast: "You can eat more, or you will be so thin, and if you go out and don't know, you will laugh at our family for not giving you food!"

"..." Hua Jia was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her eyelashes in silence, not wanting to argue with her.

When he didn't speak, Lan Yueping found out his mistake, chuckled and was about to continue to mock, when Hua Yi suddenly stopped her chopsticks and made a sound.

"Mom, don't talk while eating." He paused, and glanced at her lightly without any emotion, "Unhygienic!"

Lan Yueping paused, and wanted to continue talking, but when she turned her head and saw Hua Zhengfeng's icy expression, she was taken aback for a moment, then disappeared and did not speak again.

She calmed down, but Hua Yi was the one who was the most astonished. Hua Yi was afraid of his mother before, but now she has finally grown to the point where Lan Yueping can't discipline him?

Such a blatant challenge made him full of surprise.