my zepple

Tong Yu closed the door and went upstairs to continue lying down.

The temperature always starts to drop as soon as it gets dark.The decoration of this house has not caught up with Andinuan, and he can't turn on the air conditioner. The Rainbow brand electric blanket bought last year has dust in the cabinet, and the temperature can't rise after plugging it in.He had to wrap himself in thick pajamas and put an extra layer of blankets on top of the quilt.

Tong Yumeng listened to the snow falling on the grass and shrubs outside under the quilt, until it was completely dark, the wind and snow were blowing, and the sound of the car engine starting was not heard.

So I don't know whether Song Rou left or not.

He gritted his teeth and lay on the bed patiently, trying to force himself to fall asleep, but his muscles and nerves became more and more tense.

When a branch was crushed by the snow with a crack, he got up with a dejected face.

When slowly swallowing down the stairs, he prayed in his heart that Song Rou had already carried the dog down the mountain, it was too cold outside, he really didn't want to open the door and see a hard popsicle.

Wrapped in a blanket, he tremblingly unlocked one heavy lock after another, and opened the door——

A 1.9-meter popsicle stands impressively in front of the door.

When Song Rou came in, Miao Miao was happily arching in the down jacket, and Song Rou was so happy that she wanted to sing.It's just that Tong Yu's complexion was really stinky, and he was worried that he would be kicked out again as soon as he opened his mouth.

Today is different from the past, he must be careful in his words and deeds.

At that time, it was past eight o'clock in the evening, and Tong Yu ignored Song Rou as soon as he opened the door, and went straight to the refrigerator to get a bag of quick-frozen dumplings to cook.

This is the last bag.

Song Rou just picked up the dumpling and just came in with a box, her clothes and hair were covered with snow, her thin eyelids were so cold that the blood capillaries were obvious, her angular lips were pouting, her face was pale from the cold I can't hide my happiness.

Tong Yu stood motionless by the dining table, staring at the box in his hand.

Song Rou smiled shamelessly at Tong Yu and explained, "Some daily necessities."

Tong Yu put the two plates in his hand heavily on the dining table, lowered his head and pinched the chopsticks with a calm face, suppressing his emotions and said: "Tomorrow."

As soon as the conversation started, Miao Miao sensitively raised her head and raised her ears.

"You have to take her back to City C tomorrow."

After speaking, Tong Yu sat down and began to eat dumplings, Miao Miao ran over and yelled at Tong Yu's leg.

Tong Yu's heart was flustered when he heard the screams at his feet, Song Rou brought a large box of daily necessities, and he was sure that he would open the door, and made up his mind to come and stay with him.

Thinking again that he had indeed opened the door, Tongyu was so frustrated that he couldn't eat, he hated his soft heart, and scolded Song Rou in his heart for being shameless, and even brought the dog——

He clearly knows that he likes dogs best!

After washing her hands, Song Rou unhurriedly poured some dog food into Miao Miao's food bowl, then pulled away the chair next to Tong Yu and sat down.

The dumplings are served in green and orange on a white ceramic plate.

The green dumpling skin is made of spinach juice, and the filling is made of cod seaweed.The orange dumpling skin is made of carrot juice, and the filling is shrimp and corn.

All are small ones.

Song Rou ate carefully, her heart suddenly softened, and it wasn't just because these were quick-frozen dumplings cooked by Xiaoyu.

Because Tong Yu's taste is always very strange, he likes some complementary food similar to what children eat, the taste should be moist and soft, the color should be colorful and nutritious.

Song Rou has always thought this is very cute, Tong Yu is always full of these strange and cute details and habits.

That person's hobbies have not changed, and this recognition makes Song Rou feel extremely at ease.

Six years have passed, and the two of them can still sit together today and eat colorful dumplings. There is a warm fire in the room, and the wind, snow and cold are all isolated from the outside.

Even if the person on the opposite side still buried his head in cooking without saying a word, and didn't even give him a look, Song Rou's heart was filled with absolute gratitude to fate.

"This is the last bag of dumplings." It is also the last dinner.

"Tomorrow, I can only go to the supermarket in the town by car to buy." You hurry up.

Tong Yu raised his head, with a bit of seaweed on his lips, just about to speak, he lowered his eyelids and paused for two seconds.

"You go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

Song Rou didn't answer after listening.

He just stared at Tong Yu in front of him with those dark eyes, and slowly leaned over with his upper body.

Pine logs were burned in the fireplace and the room temperature was high.

At this moment, Song Rou had taken off her coat, and inside was a soft mink sweater with multiple strands of bright silk woven into the dark yarn, which looked like a river illuminated by moonlight in the dark under the light.

The long hair hanging down to the neck was tied up with a rubber band. When Song Rou leaned over, Tong Yu could see the thin black earphones sucking and closing around his neck.

There is also a necklace, made of metal, silver, that doesn't fit into the collar of the sweater like a mountain spring.

Tong Yu's body tilted.

Song Rou reached out to grab his arm and said softly, "Don't move."

The other hand wiped Tong Yu's lips, from left to right, from the skin to the soft lip flesh with the fingertips, and wiped off the broken seaweed.

Song Rou looked at the seaweed on her fingers, and asked him with a half-smile: "It's almost thirty, and you can still eat dumplings all over your face?"

Tong Yu used all his strength to pull his elbow out of Song Rou's hand, and said with a stiff neck, "I don't want you to worry about it."

Then he moved the chair to the side, further away from Song Rou.

After a long while, Tong Yu still felt his upper lip was hot, and he took a sip of the ice water at hand, and the hot place became numb again.

Then his face began to turn red and turn white——

Song Rou's mouth was swollen from rubbing him.

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Song Rou: Guess how hard I used it?

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