The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 100
After lunch, Wei Shuyang sat for a while and said goodbye to the three of them.In the evening, everyone from the Xiao family rushed back one after another.

Adhering to the etiquette of "don't talk when eating, don't talk when sleeping", the Xiao family has always been very quiet at the dinner table.However, the gazes that everyone cast on Yue Wenjing and Xiao Qinghan today were undoubtedly much warmer than before.Although the gaze is not substantial, Yue Wenjing himself knows how lethal the gaze is.This meal should be regarded as her second uncomfortable meal since entering Xiao's house.

As for the first time... He took a look at Xiao Qinghan who was sitting beside him.Isn't it because of this guy's meaningful eyes that she can't eat it?

Xiao Qinghan's concentration is obviously much better than hers, under the double baptism of Yue Wenjing and everyone in the Xiao family, he still gracefully picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them in her bowl, his eyes signaled her not to just eat plain rice.Then, he started eating as if nothing had happened.

What does it feel like when you bark your teeth and claws, gather your momentum for a long time, and then punch the cotton?In Yue Wenjing's opinion, "aggrieved" is undoubtedly the most appropriate adjective.

Now, she is in such a "suffocated" state.

Howled in my heart, and then... turned grief and anger into appetite, so, as expected, I ate, ate, and...

After the meal, Yue Wenjing had a friendly exchange with his aunt Lin Juandan in the yard about "things you don't know about the young master of the Xiao family" under the pretext of "walking".When Yue Wenjing and Xiao Qinghan met, he was already an "advanced age" of nine years old, and he could already see the embryonic form of his aloofness in his actions.

It was also this conversation that made her know that Xiao Qinghan was not as mature as he was when he was a child. He also did the "black history" that most boys had when they were children.It's just that he knew his pursuit and responsibility earlier than his peers, so he was sensible earlier.

"Soon, in the future, Qinghan will trouble you to take care of her." Even though she was still young, even a little younger than Xiao Qinghan, such words did not sound abrupt to her.In her words, she didn't say how good her son was or how naughty she was, nor did she emphasize Yue Wenjing's understanding and prudence, but simply expressed a mother's hope.

In this way, not only did it not cause any ambiguity, but on the contrary, it brought out the emotion called "maternal nature" hidden in Yue Wenjing's heart.

Yes, before high school, she should still be a very soft girl, right?However, because of all kinds of encounters and her growing awareness of self-protection, although she still retains her original self, she has tightly closed her heart and wrapped it under a hard shell, so she will never be touched so easily.

And the maternal brilliance shown in front of the people and things I like is deeply buried because of this.

Before, because in front of Xiao Qinghan, she always acted as the one who was taken care of, and because that attribute was useless, she continued to sleep deeply.Only now did she realize that perhaps, she also needs to learn how to take care of a person, especially, that person is the one she admires in her heart, and is likely to hold hands with her until she grows old, until the end of her life.

When returning to the room and sorting out his things, Yue Wenjing discovered the gift that was going to be given to Xiao Qian.Looking at the time, it was not nine o'clock, so he turned and left the room, and stopped in front of Xiao Qian's door, which was only a corridor away.Knocking on the door lightly, said: "Qianqian, are you asleep?"

"Wait a minute." After a while, the door opened.

"Ke'er, what's the matter?" He turned sideways and let her into the room.

"I forgot to give this to you. I brought this gift from Baishi." He raised the box in his hand, and then the light blue lotus-colored box drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and landed firmly in Xiao Qian's hand. "See if you like it?"

Glancing at her, he opened the box.

What catches the eye is a beautiful drop-shaped delicate small bottle, which contains a lotus-colored clear liquid.Unscrew the lid, leaning closer, a burst of clear and delicate fragrance touches the tip of the nose, the fragrance is almost undetectable, but also has a hint of warmth.

"Did you adjust it?" Turning the cover back, the corner of his eye twitched, and he looked at Yue Wenjing.

He nodded rather smugly.This is one of the few proud works among the fragrances she made.

"Huh? This fragrance is a little strange." The beautiful eyebrows were slightly locked because of surprise and thought.

Yue Wenjing smiled complacently: "The name of this incense is 'Qingyi', which is taken from the sentence 'The river is clear and the rippling' in the 'Fat Tan' chapter of the Book of Songs. When you first smell it, the fragrance is quiet and quiet, but the aftertaste is warm, pure and heavy. This It was specially tuned for you!"

Seeing her looking for praise and caress, Xiao Qian pursed her lips, hid the smile at the corner of her mouth, and said seriously, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Sure enough, seeing Yue Wenjing smiled contentedly like a cat with its fur smoothed, she couldn't help reaching out to rub her hair, then as if she remembered something, she stroked the end of her hair instead.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to my room first, let's go to bed early." Curling fingers, biting his lips and smiling, he retreated to the door, opened the door, tilted his head, and said "good night" again. closed the door.

"Heh." For some reason, this time when Yue Wenjing came back to the capital, there seemed to be some extraordinary changes.Like, increasingly behaving like a lazy, noble-blooded cat?Isn't it like a cat raising its paw when saying goodbye to her?Xiao Qinghan seems to spoil his friends very much!

It's beautiful.

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of relief.

In the next few days, it was almost Yue Wenjing's happiest time in the Xiao family.Daily homework is still necessary to do, but I spend a lot more time alone.

In his free time, he and Xiao Qinghan mostly wandered around the capital.Knowing that she likes old things, the two of them mostly hang out in the old city, looking at ancient buildings, or looking for some interesting antiques.Speaking of which, they are now in a period of passionate love, but the way they get along is a bit strange, it seems that they are not as close as lovers in Tanzhou.

It's like a like-minded partner, when the interest comes, they will wander around the city.I don't want to go out anymore, so I just nest in the Xiao family's old house, talk with each other in the study, or sit in the shade of a tree in the yard, Yue Wenjing reads the scriptures to Xiao Qinghan, and makes a pot of tea when I'm tired, one day And so it passed.

At night, they usually take a walk in the yard after dinner, or take a walk in the nearby suburbs.The coolness in the north comes earlier than in the south, and the temperature at night is already very pleasant, and the occasional cool breeze is even more refreshing.Listening to the singing of cicadas, the two held hands in the outskirts of the city, chatting about life philosophy from poetry and poetry, watching the lights of thousands of houses, and sometimes looking up at the stars in the sky.Still very comfortable.

Occasionally, what Lin Juandan said to her that day broke into his mind, and Yue Wenjing would also make some snacks suitable for this season for Xiao Qinghan on a whim.I remember the first time she brought a small plate of stuffed glutinous rice and lotus root in front of him, Xiao Qinghan, who was always calm and even a little paralyzed in front of outsiders, asked with some surprise on his face: "You did it?" No. Not to mention, she still has a small sense of accomplishment.

On such a day, it looks a bit bland on the surface. Only after you really appreciate it will you know the true flavor.

However, the good times did not last long.The time for Xiao Qinghan to join the army was close to mid-September, and it was not yet September, so it was not urgent.As a junior high school student, Yue Wenjing's holiday was almost half a month later than that of university, but the start of school was a week earlier than the earliest.At the end of August, it's time to report to school, and then, next week, it's time to officially start school.

In the airport lobby, Yue Wenjing pinched Xiao Qinghan's fingers and played with them over and over again.Xiao Qinghan didn't say a word, and let her vent.When she finally stopped what she was doing, she intertwined her fingers with him, and said with strong annoyance in her tone, "Have I been in Baishi for too long?"

Knowing that she was reluctant to give up, it was rare for Xiao Qinghan not to make matters worse.Helped her cut her hair: "Come and see me when you have time." After that, he smiled reassuringly: "Go back, don't miss the plane."

Yue Wenjing nodded obediently and waved goodbye.Turning around slowly, almost like a slow motion movie.Try hard to control the desire to turn back, for fear that just one glance at her will make her unable to move anymore.

He was about to move forward, but was caught off guard by someone hugging him from behind.

"Morning." Rubbing the top of her hair with her chin, she sighed heavily, "Don't force yourself too much, I will feel bad."

Such a sentence made Yue Wenjing's heart ache.

In this life, she seemed to be going smoothly and carefree, but she was burdened with too many things that could not be understood by outsiders.Perhaps, this is the price she has to pay to get to where she is today?

He may not understand what kind of pressure she is under, but he also understands her difficulties, right?So, can you say something that makes her feel so hot?

The two figures overlapped and matched each other.There is clearly no behavior beyond the rules, but it makes people feel a kind of extreme lingering.

(End of this chapter)