Chapter 120 Rainy Jiyi

July is the rainy season in the north, not lustful, at least it is the moderate to heavy rain as mentioned in the weather forecast. It is the kind of high school students who look at the basketball court and sigh, and those who wear black-framed glasses will wake up laughing when they fall asleep. And on such a rainy day, Wang Qibu stood in front of the window, thinking about the poem that he had read somewhere, unconsciously putting himself in more and more empty, which contrasted this poem; leaning against the window to look for lotus, but he could not find the shadow of the lotus.

I guess the rain, but I can't think of where the graceful grace is crying at the rain. The clear sky is cold, and the tears are cold, locking the ripples. Looking out the window, sorrow is like a line, and the line is like rain is hard to cut. Oh, it is the fragrance of lotus that is filled with mist, embedded in the edge of the glazed glass on the eaves of the tiles of the dilapidated building. Huh? Could it be that the butterfly shadow flows into poetry in the hazy place, falling on the swaying black-shoulder boat. So the lotus, that boat, that rain, that line, or that sorrow, that thought, that dish, that boat, is just a mirage on this rainy day...

The sound of stomping on the porch was interrupted by Wang Qibu's chaotic thoughts. He glanced at the cover of the table with secret written on the secret. Liu Yundai, who had just recovered from the illness, went out again and was deceived every day. He decided it was time to talk to her. What's more, the news that the deputy director was attacked and hospitalized had been moved by the media, and even the grassroots security department was nervous. Some protection work for the crew was put on the agenda. Various rumors, nervous, excited and painful emotions were fermenting in a certain circle. Just last night, Wang Qibu shamelessly joked to Shen Qingge, "Oh, you accidentally stood opposite the people."

So, even if it was just because of Shen Qingge's resentment, Wang Qibu should have a good talk with Liu Yundai. Otherwise, what would happen if this continues?

During dinner, Wang Qibu sat on the plastic stool at the dining table, tilted her head and watched Liu Yundai bring out simple home-cooked dishes from the kitchen, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, vegetarian meatballs, and a small plate in front of Wang Qibu, steaming and fragrant garlic cloves. The ingredients are all made by Liu Yundai every day and bought them in the small market at the intersection. They are not expensive, but even if they don’t have to accumulate, it is also not expensive for Liu Yundai, who has almost no income at all. So she became more and more savings, from the complaints made by Shen Qingge. This girl no longer goes buses, and basically goes a long way on both sides, and then takes only one trip. She can be verified. All of this made her feel very uncomfortable. Wang Qibu found such an image in her memory; it’s just that little money, what should I do if I eat? The female host who was so thin that she couldn’t stop the wind asked in surprise.

A bowl of cold skin every day costs three yuan. Liu Yundai, who is already the queen of the movie, responds with a faint smile.

Can you eat enough? Especially if you are not staying at home, you have to go out to find work every day. The female host asked. Yes, I recall that the pain was the retention program of this interview program.

Liu Yundai shrugged and said that she just lived like this for a while.

"Hey, why are you stunned? Eat while it's hot." The slender and crisp hand holding the chopsticks shook in front of Wang Qibu's empty eyes, and Liu Yundai said.

"Liu Yundai, I have something more important than eating before eating to tell you." After calming down, Wang Qibu looked directly at Liu Yundai and said firmly.

Liu Yundai was stunned at first, then looked at Wang Qibu's increasingly cute and serious expression and laughed out loud, saying, "Hehe, tell me."

He didn't have the heart to pursue the Qingcheng smile that made him a little discouraged. Wang Qibu, who was already a little lacking in confidence, asked tentatively, "Can you not go out tomorrow?"

"Why, I feel bored at home alone? Alas, okay, I will be at home tomorrow. You have the final say whether to stay at home and chat or go out to visit the park." Liu Yundai sighed and said, as if coaxing a child who is spoiled and troubled by adults.

"Really, Liu Yundai, I want to say something now; Mom, I'm in elementary school and I'm already a man." Wang Qibu complained helplessly. After making Liu Yundai giggle, he said, "I think you're just running around like a headless fly every day to train people, but it's too delayed. And, most importantly, I feel sorry for you."

"It's really like a child." Liu Yundai smiled, gently messing with Wang Qibu's long hair, and said, "But you always have to struggle. Yanjing is so big, I believe there will always be opportunities, but I haven't found it yet. Just like you are working hard, aren't you working hard? I stay up late to create every day, and I believe that one day your works will be brought to the big screen or even Hollywood."

Naturally, the ultimate dream that Liu Yundai can achieve in her heart made Wang Qibu smile strangely. She was thinking in her head whether she should try to say something low-key; what are you talking about when I was seven years old?

"Okay, I won't talk about this anymore. Go to my room after dinner." Wang Qibu waved his hand, and then saw Liu Yundai's vigilant eyes, and said again, "What does your vigilant eyes mean? Even if I really want to do, is there any difference between being in your room and going to my room? I just want to show you the fruits of my labor."

"It's going to die, eat! You'll just go and get it for me later." Liu Yundai, who was told about his worries, said angrily. After a while, he put the eggs from the tomato scrambled eggs close to him into Wang Qibu's bowl.

The flowing water of the faucet is about a quarter of the flow of water, washing the white porcelain plate with blue and white, and rendering a distant view like a Chinese painting on the oil stains left by the leftovers. It is light, soft, smooth, and slow. A pair of slender and fair hands interprets the already beautiful words more and more profoundly.

Feeling the tension of water and the texture of the porcelain plate, while forgetting things, a nearly silver-white fluorescent appeared on Wang Qibu's palm again. Outside the body of the qi, it transformed into light. This is the legendary realm pursued by countless martial arts practitioners since ancient times; this is the gimmick that relies on the box office of Chinese movies in the entire *** 100s. What about Wang Qibu who is concentrating on washing dishes? It doesn't hurt his hands! Well, such a slightly weird advertising slogan at this moment is most of his understanding of this ability. So, from this perspective, Wang Qibu is also a very pragmatic rigid guy.

While wiping his hands, Wang Qibuwen, who walked out of the kitchen, curled up on the bed, holding the fruits of his labor for several nights, Liu Yundai, who was relishing in his relish, "How is it? It's not bad."

"Shh, don't make a noise." Liu Yundai scolded, but then asked, "Why is Xiaoyu always mysterious? She is not a ghost, right? Is this a ghost movie?"

"Shh, be good, look. No one told you that spoilers are the most evil?" Wang Qibu registered a towel and exchanged this cute complaint for Liu Yundai's strong roll of eyes.

"Okay. That, that..." Wang Qibu was swaying beside the bed.

"Hmm?" Liu Yundai picked her eyelids, and then quickly returned to the notepad with neat handwriting. Of course, this was just an illusion. Compared to the story, the little girl was more curious about what treasure the guy who was wandering beside her bed was going to play.

"Yes, look at yours. I just want to ask, for a good boy who has worked hard to clean the bowl, sleeping on this bed with a lot of space is not an excessive requirement, right?" Wang Qibu tried his best to pretend to be pitiful.

"If you say that, isn't the bed in your room next door bigger? Then, be obedient, go back to bed early and don't kick the quilt." Even the queen in Wang Qibu's memory, she is only loli after all, so Liu Yundai still has a strong immunity to the harm of the cute group.

Wang Qibu was not surprised by this result. He always thought about the complex issue of relationship between men and women. After all, even an old couple who have been married for many years, his husband cannot get into the bed of a wife. And for a young man who has just taken the first step in the Long March, he should still have a good attitude.

The sound of rain outside the window is getting louder, announcing the beginning of the rainy season.
Chapter completed!