Greedy.

Chapter 6 Mistakes

After that, you fell in love with zhecao, and every day you folded a few evil dragons.You even fell in love with origami stars.

Another new habit is journaling.You stay with Qiao Qing until nine o'clock, sometimes a little later, then go home and write down what you find interesting.

You like to turn on a dim bedside lamp, lying on the bed and thinking about today's journey a little bit.When I am happy, I look at the eternal full moon outside the window and smile. When I am agitated, I turn over and look at the ceiling. I open and close the pen cap repeatedly with my hands, and listen to the sound of mechanical clicking echoing in the room.

This strangely calms you down.

After writing, you tear the diary line by line, and fold each strip of paper into a round star.

Sometimes there are many stars, sometimes there are only one or two.You pick out the cutest one you fold, and burn the rest.

You prepared a glass bottle for this, and stuffed the only star in it every day.

"Today I asked him if he could fold flying birds, and he said no. I know he can't, I asked yesterday. Then I told him I would, and I folded one with a tissue on the spot and gave it to him. Everything I tested yesterday looked good.

I taught him how to fold, and asked for it.I guess he might think I'm showing off in his heart while agreeing, but whatever, I just want to teach him once.

He learns much faster than me, although the result is still not as cute as mine.I had the idea of ​​just bringing him here, but I thought it would be gone tomorrow, so I didn't say it in the end.

We just folded paper towels and grass all afternoon, and plucked a small piece of land.I don't know if he is boring, but it seems that we are all very serious.

I took a few when I left, some made by him and some made by me.I walked along the river for a while, and then put it all in the water.

They all drifted away slowly. "

"Today I asked Qiao Qing if he liked the sun very much, and he said yes.

Ask him if he likes the sun at eight o'clock the most, he said yes.

Ask him whether the cuteness at eight o'clock can be seen more than the one at noon, and he said yes.

So I continued to ask him: "So, while you like rain, you also like the sun?"

He didn't answer.

He raised his eyes and asked me, "Who are you?"

I said, don't be nervous, I'm just your passerby.

He was a little unhappy.Although he only raised his eyebrows slightly, I knew he was upset.

That contemptuous and arrogant attitude, even if he knew nothing, did not prevent him from being condescending.I think he probably thought I was playing tricks.

His guarding made that little ground-breaking shock even more fun.

I think he's so cute.

I then asked him a lot of questions.He doesn't answer me anymore, but I know I'm right.

I remember what he told me once.

I don't remember the number of questions, the fake smile finally faded from his face, leaving a sharp calm.

I kind of miss his real smile.I decided not to play the role of a villain with ulterior motives next time, but to laugh with him beside him.

Almost blurted out, I suddenly asked him in a low voice——

—— "Let me ask one more question, okay? Just one."

He might be surprised at my sudden softening attitude, after a moment of surprise, he even nodded slightly.

"Do you like summer?"

Of all the questions I've been asked, this is the only one I don't know.

summer.There's the torrential rain and the blazing sun...the poles that he's obsessed with.

I think he will like it.How could a person like him not like Xia Tian?

He's a strong summer in his own right.

Hearing my question, Qiao Qing's indifferent face froze slightly, and then quickly broke the ice.His eyebrows stretched, and a soft smile appeared in his eyes.

He seems to have suddenly decided not to worry about who I am anymore, and even let go of all his defenses in an instant.

"You know that too." He smiled lowly, then nodded generously, "Yes, I just like summer."

I proudly say, I just know.

Your spring breeze is all deceitful, you have always only had rainstorm and scorching sun.

I finally made a bad check and said that if you still have doubts tomorrow, I will definitely let you know the ins and outs. "

"He really didn't come to ask me."

"I didn't go to see him today, I slept in the house all day."

"Caught a summer cicada. The cicada's wings are beautiful, and they have the same color as his eyes in the sun."

"We walked a long way along the river.

There are some flowering trees growing on the side of a road, the petals are very thin, and there is a little powder in the white.We were tired from walking, so we stood under a tree to rest.Some flowers fell on the grass, some were yellowing, some were new, dotted among them, very beautiful.

So I wanted to pick up a flower or two and take a good look.While squatting, a gust of wind came and shook off many flowers and leaves.

Joe gave me a slight look, and reached out to catch the floating flowers.Then he spread his hand in front of me, and in the palm lay a small and tender flower petal, with the tip of the petal slightly turned back.

He seemed to give it to me solemnly and casually.

I kept silent and never took it.But he wasn't embarrassed at all, he just maintained that posture all the time, as if I wouldn't give up until I accepted it.

In the end I accepted, and we continued down the road like nothing had happened.

I've walked a long way, but I still can't see the end. "

"Today, I got excited and touched Qiao Qing's head. His hair was very soft. It was so sudden that he didn't hide.

I know he's upset, but he's still smiling.Definitely find my hands and feet annoying.

It didn't take long for him to find a reason to leave.

I sat where I was, regretting that I probably wouldn't have the chance to legitimately touch his hair once. "

……

"I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said to him, and I couldn't sum it up in simple words. He must be very inexplicable in his heart, and he smiled perfunctorily.

But I couldn't help it. "

"I took him home again to cook for him again. I thought I would never do this again, but no matter how hard the lesson is, it will never stand the test of time.

Today we chatted very easily and speculatively, and we left much earlier than that day.

The sun is light, as if floating in the air.For a moment, I felt that if time had to stand still, then stopping in this sunny afternoon seemed to be the best choice.

This time we didn't pick the shade of the tree to walk again, he seemed very happy, even walking on the curb for a long way.Walking unsteadily, extremely slow.He wasn't even worried about me urging him, even though I didn't urge him after all.

See him walking forward slowly, as if sitting under an ancient tree with intertwined roots, watching the sunset slowly fall through the dense branches and leaves.We chat, but time is quiet for me.

I was even in a good mood to recall the last time I passed this road and compare it with the present.I can't find much of a change - except for Qiao Qing.

I finally realized that he was changing.

He is changing!

I have never felt so deeply like this moment that he is a real person who will give me different feedback because of my different actions.

He is the only variable among all definite numbers.

If I'm the hamster trapped in the cage, he's the roller for my fun.

This time, I made steamed eggs, potato shreds and oil wheat according to the online tutorial. The potatoes were cut into strange shapes by me.All the ingredients were dug out from the refrigerator, and they were simply made.

It's probably a bit crude to treat people to eat, but he wasn't picky and even complimented me politely.I shamelessly push the envelope and ask him to be more enthusiastic.

I don't think he knew what was causing that crumpled smile of mine.I tentatively accepted the compliment that was returned to me after dozens of days in arrears, although I was not as happy as I imagined.

I think I like cooking for him so much, not only because I'm obsessed with the warm homey smell when he waits by the kitchen door, but also because I'm obsessed with his fluctuating expression when he tastes something.

Accident, surprise, satisfaction, disgust, disgust.

No matter how small it is, it is because of me. "

"Today's egg steaming is very good. Maybe the long time will bring me a superb cooking skill.

He can endure bitterness, and seems to like bitter melon. "

"Don't eat sour."

"I don't even eat spicy food."

……

"Although he doesn't like sour food or fish, I specially made a plate of sweet and sour fish today to see how he eats while pinching his nose.

After being killed by me so many times, this fish finally got tricked by its appearance once.However, the gold and jade are ruined by the outside, and the taste is extremely sour.

The fish was all eaten, and most of it was eaten lightly by Jo.Anyway, I am sorry for the many times I wasted in private before. "

……

"I don't know what to do for him today.

I know that he likes to eat shredded potatoes, and he can't put vinegar and green peppers; I know that he likes stir-fried cabbage, but not boiled, because the taste is too bland; it doesn't matter whether the bitter gourd is sugared or not, it would be better if you can add some eggs by the way.

I also know that he can be satisfied with a table of simple home-cooked meals.Especially when you eat something you like, your eyes will squint slightly, and the tails of your eyes will wrinkle into fine lines with a smile.

It was a very ordinary and satisfied look. I used to be satisfied with him, but I can't now.

I could easily make a table that was exactly to his liking without any mistakes, but it no longer made sense to me.

I am not looking forward to it.

I ended up cooking him a bowl of instant dumplings.

I don't know whether it was lucky or unlucky, but he ate very happily. "

"I hate eating food made by robots so much, but I live like a robot."

"I didn't think about cooking anymore today. But I'm probably so used to it that I can't think of anything else to do.

What else is worth doing?

In the end I brought him back.I made three dishes, all of which are his favorites, garlic vermicelli, bitter melon and beef.

This was the first time I ate alone the whole time, and I didn't observe Qiao Qing quietly and enthusiastically like before.

I don't want to know why, but I know all too well.

That's pathetic—probably because I've become utterly familiar with every micro-expression he'll make, I think. "

"The same three. When I was doing it, my mind was distracted, and I put too much oil and splashed it on my arm.

It didn't hurt very much, but I suddenly wanted to drop the spatula and cry in front of Qiao Qing.

He is just an innocent passerby, he shouldn't bear my pain and hatred, I know it all.

But why am I not innocent?

The emotions that surged up at that moment were too overwhelming, and I couldn't bear it.I even turned around and faced Qiao Qing, and I could spit out a heart-piercing resentment when I opened my mouth.

But before I could speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he seemed at a loss.Then he asked me what was wrong, almost cautiously.

How could he have such an expression.

How could he have such an expression.

I dropped all pending charges at that point.I finally told him it was nothing.

Nothing, just burnt vegetables. "

"The old three."

……

"I'm sick of doing it. I hate him for being so happy forever."

You put down your pen.You looked at these two short sentences, and a layer of belated panic surged in your heart.You want so badly to have them all blacked out so that you can't see what's written at all.

It seems that this can be used to bury some jealousy that is raging in my heart and clamoring to break out.

But you didn't do it in the end.

You gripped the pen very hard, and the sweat from your palm stained the pen.Look carefully, the nib is still shaking slightly.

You really want to write something more, beautiful and commemorative, and you can smell the sunshine just by looking at it.

But you can't.

There is still a lot of blank space left on the B5 paper.Two 10 minutes, you did not write a word.

You ended up drawing a big sun below, a circle with a few slashes.You paint the whole circle a mass of lifeless black before shredding.

The stars you make out of these papers are almost exactly the same, like an assembly line mechanical operation.These stars were scattered on the table, casting a tiny shadow under the bright light of the desk lamp.

Instead of playing and picking, you just took the one in the middle.Then you find the glass bottle again and drop the star into it.

There was only one pale star in the empty glass bottle, which was very funny.You picked it up and shook it, but there was no sound.

You remember very clearly that the content of the star inside is "I hate why he can always be so happy".

At 58:[-], you gathered up the remaining stars and walked to the balcony with a lighter in your pocket.

The moonlight was very dim, and the street lamps downstairs illuminated the road no one passed by, and one was particularly dim.

At 59:[-], you press the lighter.

The stars quickly disappeared in the jumping flames.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wildly dancing flames slanted to the left, like a cassette, with an indescribable black humor.

The flames reflected in your eyes, very bright.