Years are warm

The rain stopped on Saturday morning.The cloud seemed to have heard everyone's heartfelt voice, and it dissipated a little as if showing mercy. The sun fell through the clouds. Although it was faint, it was extremely precious because of the overcast and rainy days of the past ten days.

Xu Huai'an woke up early, seeing the weather outside, he got up and opened the curtains of the other rooms, so that the sun could warm up the room that had been overcast for so many days.

The things were already packed last night, and she didn't stay in the room, fearing to disturb Xie Zhiyao, she simply went to the kitchen to see what was left.

She didn't ask when her parents were away on business, but because both of them are busy, not to mention the fireworks of ordinary people, even the number of fires at home is not too much, at most, she cooks frequently when she is at home a little.This semester she is staying, Yu Xiuyun's company has a cafeteria, and Xu Junyi has a lot of meals, so it doesn't take much to know that the frequency of grocery shopping at home is seldom.

Fortunately, after the inventory, I can still find some green vegetables and the remaining eggs in the refrigerator, which is enough to make a simple longevity noodle.

As she thought about it, she was about to prepare the ingredients when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the aisle.

Xie Zhiyao fell asleep with long hair, and greeted her sleepily: "Morning, Huai'an."

"Why is it so early today?" Xu Huai'an poked his head out to look at the wall clock on the wall, "Did you sleep well?"

"No, I just woke up naturally and then couldn't fall asleep." She yawned and turned into the bathroom to wash up.

"Maybe it's because I know I'm excited to go out today." A vague voice floated out from the bathroom.

Xu Huaian was thinking of opening the refrigerator, but when she heard her voice, she reluctantly raised the volume and said, "Brush your teeth well."

"understood--"

Xu Huaian shook his head, took the good things and went back into the kitchen.

Xie Zhiyao came out to look for her after washing, her face was still full of sleepiness, she rubbed her eyes and leaned against Xu Huai'an from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder in trouble.

"If you're sleepy, go back to sleep." Xu Huaian tilted his head slightly, put the noodles into the boiling water, and put the bone broth into a bowl on the other side.

"I thought you could make brown sugar." Xie Zhiyao lay on her back and smiled muffled.

While looking at the time, Xu Huai'an replied to her: "Don't you like it?"

Earlier, Xu Huai'an asked Xu Huai'an to cook it. Unfortunately, she likes Huai Chuan's pastries, but she couldn't accept this strange way of making noodles. Later, Xu Huai'an cooked noodles for her according to the light taste here.

"Because it's really weird." Xie Zhiyao seemed to have finally woken up, she straightened up and stretched, and went to open the cupboard to get the bowls and chopsticks.

It is very common practice to add poached eggs to noodles in clear soup, and it is a birthday habit in many places in the province.

The bone broth is rich, and it won't be too hot after cooling down a bit, which just warms the stomach.

Xie Zhiyao did not forget to sigh while eating noodles: "Huai'an, your cooking is better than my mother's."

"Come on less." Xu Huaian blew on the noodles in the bowl, not being fooled at all, "This is not the reason why you don't cook every time you come here."

"I don't have it!" She swallowed the soup hastily, and complained, "I obviously have a cook! But this is not as good as you..."

"If you do it, it's not fried vegetables or scrambled eggs with tomatoes every time?" Xu Huaian glanced at her teasingly, and said with a chuckle, "Forget it, today is your birthday and you are the biggest."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

The art museum is separated from Xinqiao by a district, and the subway takes an hour. The museum opens at ten o'clock, and they pinch the door to go out.The traffic on weekends is dense, and besides the Children's Palace and the Convention and Exhibition Center, many people come with their children.

In the back, because there were too many people and the flow was limited, Xie Zhiyao sighed to Xu Huaian while strolling and said that it was good to be early.

The author of this exhibition is a young Chinese. Most of the oil paintings are colorful and unrestrained, and mixed together give birth to a wonderful sense of mystery.

Most people can't understand it, but Xie Zhiyao is interested in this style. For a small art exhibition, she can stop in front of each painting for more than 20 minutes.

Xu Huai'an stood beside her and read the brief introduction hanging in the art gallery next to the painting. Sometimes after a long time, she would not feel impatient. Instead, she used her mobile phone to search for the story behind the painting.

The venue is quiet, but when there are too many people, there will always be discordant voices.

"What's interesting, isn't it just a few rough lines? Let's go." The man in the family of three said impatiently, his voice was not loud, but abrupt.

"Isn't this bringing my son here to cultivate his artistic skills?" The woman patted his hand.

The man waved his hand, picked up his son impatiently, and said, "This so-called artwork is all created by people. If you give me a pen, I can draw it too! Let's go!"

Xu Huaian frowned and pulled Xie Zhiyao away.

"When I first learned to paint, the teacher told me something." Xie Zhiyao looked at the back of the family going away, and said calmly, "Whether it is painting or music, the quality of the music must be low, and the creator It is often lonely. Every story hidden behind art is a surprise for bosom friends."

When she said this, her face was calm, but there seemed to be light in her eyes.Those hidden loves and joys are illuminated, coming to the surface from the depths hidden deep within.

Xu Huaian was stunned for a few seconds, then she lowered her eyes and moved her eyes to the colorful oil painting beside her.

"Not many people can understand Picasso's abstract paintings, but there is always a unique soul behind a good work." Xu Huai'an looked at the painting with deep eyes, "You may not understand Yangchun Baixue, but respect is the foundation. "

Xie Zhiyao frowned, she took her hand and said with a smile: "Yes, there are always people who brag about their ignorance. Let's go."

That's the end of this episode. After all, no one wants to affect their mood because of irrelevant people.

Before returning home, the two of them went to the supermarket near the community to buy some food, and Xu Huai'an took the cake that he ordered yesterday.

After laughing, Xie Zhiyao couldn't help sighing in his heart.

She really liked this gift very much, but this gift also inevitably aroused a trace of delusion hidden in her heart.

But that's impossible, she even hides the selection of essays, if she really goes to the art class, it's impossible to hide it.The selected text can still explain, but if she really dares to go further...

No matter how much time passed, Xie Yuanhong would not agree to let her go back to school because of wasting a year.

Interests and talents can become shining points, but they can never become future careers. These partial things are difficult to be refined.Even though both of them are professors, this concept is almost deeply rooted.

But more worrying than this is the status quo.It's just over two months since the school started, and the midterm exam will not be long, and the report card will be taken back when the time is uncertain. If Xie Yuanhong asked at that time, he would definitely not be able to hide it.

At that time, it is inevitable to be scolded.No, maybe it's not considered being scolded... She remembered the few mistakes she made in the past, and her eyes dimmed.

Compared with scolding and cursing, what is more difficult to bear is the cold war from relatives.

Xie Zhiyao sighed in her heart, and was trying to put these thoughts behind her, but when her eyes went dark, the light in the living room was suddenly turned off, she turned her head and saw the candlelight on the other side of the dining room.

After Xu Huaian finished lighting the last candle, he shook the lighter in his hand: "Come here and blow the candles, birthday boy."

There is no element of surprise, after all, Xie Zhiyao watched her order the cake and watched her pick up the cake. Even the taste and style were chosen after asking, there is really no sense of mystery.

Xie Zhiyao walked over with a smile, and did not forget to tease her: "Huai'an, do you know that you really look like those straight men who tell people to drink more hot water when they have something to do?"

How can anyone be so careless about lighting candles.

Xu Huai'an gave her a helpless look, and said, "That can't be helped, I'm really not a person with a sense of ritual."

There was no sense of ritual when talking, but he gave her a firework that was in her heart.

Xie Zhiyao blew out the candles, and waited until the other party turned on the lights in the dining room again, before she said, "If this is the case, would you like to give me another gift?"

"what?"

"give me a hug?"

Xie Zhiyao opened his arms slightly, his eyes were shining, full of anticipation.

Xu Huaian pursed his lower lip, looked at her steadily for a few seconds, and stepped forward to gently wrap his arms around her waist.In fact, she is not a person who likes physical contact, and Xie Zhiyao also knows this, and she rarely does such hugging actions.There will be natural intimacy, but there is no such thing as some girls' face-to-face kisses.

But if you think about it carefully, if the other person wants to, she will not refuse. After all, she never knows how to say no to this person.

Xie Zhiyao rested his chin on her shoulder, as if sighing: "Why are you so nice..."

"Huh?" Xu Huai'an was itchy from her breathing, she shrank her neck, thought for a while before seriously replying, "Because you are very nice."

Xie Zhiyao smiled lightly in her ear, she backed away from the short hug, tilted her head and said, "I want to hear you play the harmonica."

"Okay." Xu Huaian coughed lightly, went back to the room and took out the silver-white harmonica.

She took the piano, sat down on the carpet in the room, and asked Xie Zhiyao: "What do you want to hear?"

"It's all right." Xie Zhiyao went in and sat cross-legged next to her, and answered with his face propped up.

Xu Huai'an thought for a while, and played "Castle in the Sky".

She lowered her eyes, and suddenly remembered that after the New Year's Eve party that day, Li Siyuan pestered her to ask her why she learned such an unpopular musical instrument. She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't really explain why, because she really didn't deliberately enroll in a class to learn it.

She had a harmonica at home a long time ago. She bought this tutorial and followed it when she was free. Xie Zhiyao was learning the piano at the time, and he shared the same music theory. Occasionally, he would teach her similar knowledge.At first, she had a headache for this unpopular instrument, and the things she played were no different from disturbing the people. Xie Zhiyao didn't dislike it, but kept telling her to keep going.

She didn't think she had much artistic talent, but somehow she persisted.Later, when I became proficient, I naturally took it out to practice from time to time, but few people knew about it except Xie Zhiyao, and even Yu Xiuyun only knew that she knew it, and didn't know the specific process.

In those few years, the patience to learn what I was not good at was just because someone was willing to teach her step by step, and someone was willing to patiently listen to those out-of-tune tunes at the beginning.

She doesn't need to understand, but given a suitable reason, she can understand.

From the very beginning, the starting point of many of her strengths and skills is actually that girl named Xie Zhiyao.

It seems to be raining again outside.

The sound of the rain was mixed with the vague sound of the piano, as if embellished with a movement, Xie Zhiyao sat in and leaned on her shoulder, beat the time with his eyes closed and hummed softly.

Amid the pattering rain and the soft sound of the piano, her voice gradually became softer, until finally only the sound of long breathing remained close at hand.

Xu Huaian put down his harmonica, turned his head and called her in a low voice: "Zhiyao? Yaoyao?"

The other party closed his eyes and did not respond.

She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and raised her hand to help her pin the broken hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears.

The room has a wooden floor, and a white carpet connects the desk to the bed. Usually, it is not a problem for two people to lie down, but it is still easy to catch a cold if you sleep here for a night in this season.Xu Huai'an thought for a while, hugged her waist lightly, let her lie on his lap first, the sleeping person hummed twice, turned over and lay on his side, buried his face in Xu Huai'an lower abdomen.

Xu Huaian leaned back, stretched out his hand and pulled off the quilt on the bed to cover her body, and then pulled a pillow under her head.

Xie Zhiyao was sleeping well, and her movements were light, but she didn't wake anyone up.

It seems to be raining a little harder.

The dim halo slipped into the room from the place not covered by the bed curtain, and hit the girl's face softly, as if a layer of hazy light was cast over it.

Xu Huaian moved his fingertips slightly, and suddenly felt something flowing through his heart.

She lowered her eyes and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Good night."