Chapter 5 The Opportunity to Embrace

Mu Qian still took the lead. When he raised his leg and was ready to go up the stairs, Lou Xiaoou touched the corridor lamp sensor first.

Silently, the dim yellow light tilted for a moment, dumb and confused.

This community was built in the 1990s. Each building is no more than seven or eight floors high. You don't need to experience the cramous stairs. Just looking at the dark gray gravel wall pasted on the appearance, you will know that it has been formed for a long time. At the beginning, Lou Xiaoou also guessed that the induction light of the stairs does not need sound control but is touch-type, because it was renovated last time. A long time ago.

Here, there are many white-collar workers working in S City like Lou Xiaoou.

Mu Qian is not as familiar with the structure of the floor as Lou Xiaoou. Therefore, every time he goes to the first floor, Lou Xiaoou has to carefully drill sideways in front of him, press the sensor in advance, and then put his body against the wall. Wait for Mu Qian to pass in front of her and walk to the front.

"Third floor." Lou Xiaoou reminded softly.

Mu Qian stopped.

While the light on the stairs was not out, Lou Xiaoou quickly pulled the bag, touched the small dark bag, and took out the key to open the door. He didn't see Mu Qian frowning at all.

Even if he had just graduated, the rental house he lived in was better than this. He simply doubted whether there was sunlight in the stairs in the daytime!

If Lou Xiaoou knew his idea, he would definitely give him big white eyes. It's the same level to compare the price of houses near the commercial area with the houses in the suburbs! It's like a similar apartment type and location. With the down payment alone, S City and first-tier cities are very different!

If you want to rent a house around Vientiane, this is a relatively good condition that Lou Xiaoou can find.

The light turned on, and Mu Qian saw the house where Lou Xiaoou lives now.

Look through at a glance!

It is said that there is one bedroom and one living room. In fact, the room has been renovated by the building owner, but the room is suspended at the upper end of the hall. It is a small pavilion. Mu Qian dares to conclude that it can only accommodate a bed and a closet-sized wardrobe!

The "air pavilion" and the down-to-earth hall are connected by a small section of wooden stairs, which is small and exquisite, at least in the perspective of Lou Xiaoou; on the left side of the hall, the curtain can be separated from the "kitchen" as soon as it is pulled. Next to the kitchen, there is naturally a bathroom in the corner.

Although the practical sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs!

Lou Xiaoou quietly glanced at Mu Qian, and the bright light finally let her see the unpleasantness emanating from the man.

"You live here?" Mu Qian asked.

"Nonsense." Lou Xiaoou almost blurted out rudely. She could see that Mu Qian was not satisfied with the environment. She also knew that the house was too small, like a square matchbox. As soon as the door opened, it was clear at a glance. As soon as the door closed, it closed the whole world, which was not as good as many rental houses, let alone those dozens of square meters in the countryside. The residential building of the room.

"Hmm." Lou Xiaoou answered in a muffled voice.

Mu Qian didn't say much. He looked down at his feet and didn't have to change the rough porcelain floor of his shoes at all.

He raised his foot and walked in.

"I'll do it." Lou Xiaoou couldn't help taking the meat and vegetables in his hand and looking at the way he looked. Even if she wanted to help cook, she didn't know where her pots and pans were. Of course, she didn't dared to think that he could do it.

Choosing and washing vegetables, Lou Xiaoou almost forgot the existence of Mu Qian. At first glance, he was sitting on the sofa and bumping into Lou Xiaoou's eyes. He squeezed his lips and glanced at the front.

Lou Xiaoou stopped drying green vegetables.

She doesn't like to cook with an induction cooker. The heat is difficult to control, and the heat is uneven. The stir-fried dishes are less than two or three flavors than when she was at home, so she has been eating outside in the past three weeks and rarely buys fresh vegetables.

She had no choice but to run around and start her life again. The induction cooker is obviously much easier to use than the gas tank. Natural gas, she dares not think, can this old house have it?

With a sigh, Lou Xiaoou plugged in the electric brush pot.

"I'll do it."

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out beside her, slender and slightly white. The originally rolled-up cuffs were raised on a high layer. She spoke indirectly through the pot she brushed, and then steadily put them on the induction cooker, lit the fire, and heated the pot.

Lou Xiaoou looked at Mu Qian in a frenze.

"Can you cook vegetables with an induction cooker?" Mu Qian turned his face and said lightly, his tone full of suspicion and... jokes?

Sip your lips, Lou Xiaoou is speechless. She can fry, but just pretend that she can't. In those years, she also thought of being a good wife and mother, but on second thought, she didn't like greasy things after all. In the past, she didn't have to do it when she was a daughter at home. So why did she have to be a nanny for others when she got married? If you want harmony between husband and wife, family harmony and happiness, you don't have to be wronged to do things you don't like, right? Besides, there is him!

Knowing that he clearly said that he must tolerate himself without reservation, Lou Xiaoou just wanted to play tricks. Therefore, after she deliberately stir-fried vegetables into pork food boiled with water several times, or less oily and black green charcoal, Mu Qian finally couldn't bear to grab her " full-time job" of stir-fried green vegetables.

From then on, Lou Xiaoou turned his job and probed his head behind Mu Qian to watch him cook, and she was responsible for cooking. After finishing the refreshing and refreshing cutting and washing vegetables, she was reluctant to share the secret sweetness with anyone!

This is her little secret. She believes that Mu Qian will not recognize it, because she can handle other dishes except for not stir-frying vegetables.

The scenes overlap, so close and so far. What remains unchanged are two people, and it seems that there are also two people who have changed.

"Mu Qian..." Lou Xiaoou made a sound in a trance. As soon as he exited, he hurriedly said, "Well, there is only one pot, and there is no way to lower it." The voice was very loud, as if only in this way could I hide my momentary distraction just now.

Mu Qian's hand paused for a moment, tightened the shovel and stirred it faster. He said, "Wait a minute, the dishes will be ready soon."

"Well." Lou Xiaoou seemed to have no response.

Not long after, the two had dinner. A dish of crispy roast duck was red and fragrant. One dish was mixed with garlic in the middle. It was fresh and green. Two bowls of clear soup noodles, and the soup was milky white.

Lou Xiaoou's index finger moved greatly, with a satisfied expression on his face. Mu Qian was frowning and staring at the slippery stainless steel chopsticks. He looked up and caught a glimpse of her like this. He couldn't help but be stunned.

Lou Xiaoou started without greeting her. He ate a mouthful of vegetable heart and picked up a chopsticks of noodles. It was so unhappy!

"Why don't you eat it? It's delicious!" After chewing for two bites, he found Mu Qian, who was motionless. Lou Xiaoou was puzzled, and then suddenly

"I'm sorry, I prefer to use iron chopsticks, you know..." Suddenly paused.

He knows that she often uses stainless steel chopsticks. She should know that he likes to use wooden chopsticks, but she doesn't know that he will eat with her tonight.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Mu Qian said, and turned to suck the noodles to be extremely delicious. He was really used to it. When he and she went to the supermarket to buy chopsticks for the first time, he was scratched by her and picked a row of stainless steel chopsticks, he gradually got used to it. It was not until she bought two pairs of wooden chopsticks for him that he got rid of the trouble of eating and often couldn't pick up the dishes. She understood it early, but she deliberately looked at his helpless expression, otherwise it would not be long before she would change it for him.

After she left, he lived alone and resumed the habit of using wooden chopsticks all year round, but used stainless steel chopsticks from time to time. Eating with her after many years is just a return to the past.

Do you want to restore the past?

Mu Qian looked up. I don't know if it was his illusion that Lou Xiaoou unconsciously showed satisfaction when he ate good food, just like in those years.

After the meal, Mu Qian certainly did not take the initiative to wash the dishes, although he had done these things countless times in those years.

Glinting at the rubber gloves hanging on the faucet, Mu Qian lowered his head and smiled.

She still hates washing dishes so much.

Lou Xiaoou put away the bowl and was just about to wash it. Thinking about it, he felt that she was washing the dishes, and he sat next to him. It seemed that the two could... chat? But why is this feeling so strange? Like an old husband and wife in a small family.

Lou Xiaoou then sat back on the sofa with him and sat on the other side.

The atmosphere of the air is a little strange, and there is a kind of ambiguity.

"You..."

"Tonight..."

"Cough." Lou Xiaoou coughed gently. Is this the legendary tacit understanding? It seems that he has no sign of leaving. It seems that she should find some topics. It seems that this is very awkward.

In the end, Mu Qian broke the silence, but the silence made Lou Xiaoou gloomy for a moment.

"I should go." He said.

"Well." Lou Xiaoou couldn't hide his loss, and then pretended not to care, "It's really late."

Mu Qian's eyes flashed and he got up.

He exhaled gently, and Lou Xiaoou laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart. You are depressed.

The stairs are still dim and obtle. Maybe it is Lou Xiaoou's illusion. These short dozens of stairs, because of his existence, make her feel warm and down-to-earth.

"That's great." She thought secretly.

After a moment of distraction, she couldn't turn on the light as before, and the light went out!

Lou Xiaoou took a deep breath. Before he recovered, the tip of his nose suddenly hit a solid chest.

So unexpected, so incredible.

Her breath stagnated, and she was stunned on the spot.

Both of them did not move, as if they were very afraid to break the darkness and tranquility of this moment.

In the quiet staircase walkway, I only heard the distant words outside the wall, and the sound of two people breathing. All at once, they were entangled one after another.

The chest was warm, which reminded Lou Xiaoou of the temperature of his warm water bag.

"Mu Qian..." Lou Xiaoou whispered.

Mu Qian loosened her arm tightly, and the air just came in. His hand slipped and he actually hugged her waist. Such a move forced her hands on both sides to hang in mid-air.

Do you want to put your hand on his shoulder?

Lou Xiaoou hesitated.

Mu Qian's chin was gently placed on her shoulder. With a little force, Lou Xiaoou's shoulder suddenly sank, and he subconsciously put weight on his hand and grabbed Mu Qian's shoulder.

She can't put her arms around his neck domineeringly. What an intimate action! Lou Xiaoou's eyes are sore. Mu Qian, Mu Qian, what on earth are you going to do? What are you going to do? Where are we, the first love of those years?

The inexplicable strange emotions spread from Lou Xiaoou's heart. She wanted to be honest with him about his life over the years, but she was greedy for the love he gave her at this moment. God, if you ask us to start all over again, would you please give me more instructions?

Mu Qian's hoarse voice was heard in his ear: "Go back."

As soon as the voice fell, Lou Xiaoou's chest suddenly became empty, and she was dragged up the stairs by Mu Qian!