Chapter 7 Go to bed after dinner

Lou Xiaoou is no longer worried about meeting Mu Qian in the building. She even hopes to meet her unexpectedly, and then send her stinky face to show that she can be killed and humiliated. Helpless, as the days go by, Lou Xiaoou has no chance to see Mu Qian again.

Every day, she goes to and from work on time, works hard, and gets along well with her colleagues. Occasionally, she goes out for dinner and goes shopping, which is simple and fulfilling. However, when she passes by the second floor of the rental building, she will think of the heart-pounding hug. After thinking about it, it is heavy. She thought that if she hadn't interrupted at that time, and if she had acquiesced in him, everything would be different now.

She is not the only one who walks, eats, thinks, and silently thinks of him when passing the elevators, squares, stairs and rental houses where he once stopped. The longer she lived, the more clear the hallucination she had when she opened the door and entered the room, as if the man was turning his back on her to stir-fry vegetables, and then heard the sound of opening the door and said without looking back, "I'm back."

That was the day when she was with him, and it was also the most peaceful day. There are too many fragments in the past five years. I don't think of them often, but they will definitely appear inadvertently.

The wind in the aisle of the high-rise building was very strong. It blew from a distant place. Lou Xiaoou quietly stopped at the window and looked at it. On the street dozens of meters away, the blocked cars are like small boxes, crowded, dense and unquenchable, just like her breathless heart.

It's really pretentious. She thought, is there anything she can't say? Why do you have to stiffen the relationship between the two people? When I returned to the city, I didn't know that Mu Qian was in this city. At first, it was understandable that I didn't dare to meet her, but since he was not married and she is not married now, how could she be successful? It's not impossible.

Thinking of perfection, Lou Xiaoou can't help but remember Qiao Haisang. He has devoted his love to her for fifteen years, but she can't give him a perfection. Even if she has been together for four years, he is a liar. If he says I love you every day, he may entrust his sincerity. She always feels that his confession has stained her supposedly clear girlish feelings, so that for many years, she still can't let go of the bigotry that goes deep into the bone marrow. Therefore, no matter how grateful she is, she can't get a point of equal love.

Wrong payment of sincerity and wrong fate, the feelings between people, it's really strange.

"I don't see you day and night, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River together." "I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness." These two poems suddenly appeared in Lou Xiaoou's erratic thoughts. She really wanted Mu Qian, but she just didn't know whether Mu Qian would want her after that night? He looked down on her so much that day...

It was extremely cold at a high place. As soon as the cool wind blew, Lou Xiaoou shivered.

There is no room for Lou Xiaoou to be sad. Soon, several members of Lou Xiaoou's group were sent to a coastal city in the province to carry out house viewing activities with a website. Although she was not qualified to be responsible for the special planning of the event, she at least participated in the whole process. Lou Xiaoou was very attentive.

After coming back from a busy time, another weekend passed. Mr. Wu of the company invited everyone to go back to the hot spring and finally brought the matter to an end.

At night, at eight o'clock, Lou Xiaoou returned to the community from the outside. She thanked her three or two colleagues who drove her off, and it was rare to walk upstairs comfortably. The fast pace of the past few days really made her unsistood. When she was in a good mood, she hummed her childhood children's songs.

"Ding!" The light was on, and Lou Xiaoou mischievously sounded the stairs.

Inadvertently looking up, Lou Xiaoou took a breath of cold air. Above the dozens of stairs, the long figure standing at the door of her rental house, who else could Mu Qian, who had disappeared for nearly half a month?

"You, why are you here?" Lou Xiaoou was surprised.

"Are you very happy?" Mu Qian's low voice came, and he raised his foot slightly and took a step.

There is no difference between joy and anger in the tone.

Seeing him, Lou Xiaoou remembered that the two broke up unhappily half a month ago. Thinking about it, his eyes were a little entangled.

Originally, Mu Qian's shining eyes, which were waiting in the dark, became dim because of Lou Xiaoou's seemingly defensive and unhappy expression, and his heart was quietly tightened.

"I didn't eat." He said calmly.

"You haven't eaten yet so late? You won't get a stomachache, will you?" Lou Xiaoou's eyes widened. For her, it was most important not to treat her body well.

"No." Mu Qian replied, with a soft look. He always remembered what she said. Don't drink when you are thirsty, eat when you are hungry, and sleep when you are sleepy. He probably can't do the last point, but at the first two points, he feels that he has practiced very well. Just like now, he said he didn't eat, but the suitcase in his hand is stuffed with food and drink.

Lou Xiaoou noticed his suitcase.

"You just came back from a business trip?" The voice stopped, so that's it. But I just came back to her. What do you mean?

"Hmm." Mu Qian simply replied. Seeing that she was silent, he reminded her again, "I didn't eat." There was coquettishness in his tone that he had never noticed, as if he had roused her sympathy in those years.

Lou Xiaoou started uncomportably and didn't eat. What does it have to do with her?

At this time, Lou Xiaoou completely forgot the result of his thinking in the company's corridor.

The two were so deadlocked. Lou Xiaoou did not answer, and Mu Qian was not in a hurry.

The footsteps sounded, and someone came down from upstairs.

Going downstairs is a little couple, very casually holding hands. Seeing Mu Qian and Lou Xiaoou confronting each other across the stairs, the couple looked at each other and passed by quietly. After leaving several stairs, Lou Xiaoou heard the girl mutter in a low voice: "What the hell, shooting an idol drama!"

Lou Xiaoou is in great embarrassment.

She looked up at Mu Qian and found that Mu Qian was staring at her.

What's the matter! Lou Xiaoou was speechless and had to say, "What do you want to eat?" The tone naturally brought helplessness.

"Whatever."

"There is no random dish!" Lou Xiaoou immediately said angrily, with a twitch at the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'll buy you a boxed lunch. That restaurant tastes good." After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.

A smile flashed through Mu Qian's eyes.

"You haven't opened the door for me yet." Mu Qian made a sound behind her.

Lou Xiaoou was stunned.

"Open the door." Mu Qian continued.

With his mouth open, Lou Xiaoou walked upstairs with his fate. If he wants to enter, he can enter. It's not that he hasn't seen this shabby rental house.

The man's familiar body smell was so bad that Lou Xiaoou shrank his shoulders.

"It's up to you. I'll go downstairs and buy you food." After rubbing, Lou Xiaoou ran downstairs and covered his cheeks with his hand.

It's okay. The light is too dim. If Mu Qian must find that her face is very hot, that guy, how can the aura become stronger?

He had the intention to delay the time and retaliate a little. In the end, he defeated his "kindness" and carried a box full of soup and rice for a delicious dinner. Lou Xiaoou turned around twice and picked a few apples before going back.

The door is open, where are the people?

Lou Xiaoou was stunned for a moment. Why is there no shadow? Lower your head, no, the suitcase is by the door. He suddenly raised his eyes, and the figure from the window of the attic in the air. Who else is there besides Mu Qian?

"Mu Qian." Lou Xiaoou shouted. At the exit of the name, Lou Xiaoou couldn't help pressing his left chest. Why did he jump a little fast?

"I'm here." Mu Qian's voice really came from above, lazy and soft.

Lou Xiao Ou's eyebrows jumped.

"It's time to eat."

"Well."

Well, why don't you come down? Lou Xiaoou looked at the sky speechlessly. Wait, he lay down with her **? That's her bed! He is dusty, and now he is lying down?

As soon as the things were put down, Lou Xiaoou rushed up the stairs: "You..." Have you taken a shower?

Lou Xiaoou is too worried.

Mu Qian in front of him stretched his long legs and bent leisurely. He leaned against the wall, holding the ancient history book she occasionally read in his hand. If he changed the scene, he was simply on vacation! And that pajamas, who can tell her that he has consciously finished taking a shower? Are you done taking a shower in her bathroom?

"Do you usually read history books? Well, or ancient Chinese? That's awesome."

"Reading history makes people wise!" Lou Xiaoou gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you hungry? Come down for dinner!"

Mu Qian glanced at her and finally put the book back in place. When he moved out, he said, "I can also take notes. That's good."

"You..."

"The quilt smells good." After whispering, he passed by Lou Xiaoou, leaving Lou Xiaoou's back looking at him.

"The quilt smells good." He used to say that. At first, Lou Xiaoou did not want to live with him. Although there was no substantive story, he said these four words again and again in Mu Qian. Lou Xiaoou moved to his rented room, ate, slept together and slept with him every day.

Mu Qian has already had a good meal in the hall.

Eating, washing, going to the bathroom, and finally going upstairs, Lou Xiaoou was stunned! Looking at this man numbly like a master in front of him. No, as if no one else had done all this, Lou Xiaoou came to his senses.

"What do you mean?" She asked stupidly.

Mu Qian's head poked out of the window: "Why don't you take a shower? I'll go to bed and wait for you first."

It can't be more serious, but it's just - it's too serious!

Lou Xiaoou seemed to be struck by lightning, and he recovered from his distraction in a half-sound. What did he just say? In **? **?!

"Is it this pajamas?" Mu Qian unknowingly poked out of the window again, waving the nightdress that Lou Xiaoou usually wears in his hand. "Go to bed early tonight. I'm very tired of flying."

Lou Xiaoou's brain is completely short-circuited. What's the situation now?