medical marriage

Chapter 567 Learn to Enjoy Loneliness
In a man's house, drinking is absolutely not allowed!
Xiaowen hurriedly evacuated, remembering the study room he had entered just now.

Shen Qingyun and Kun Hai have something to talk about, and they don't know when it will end, waiting is the most stupid behavior.

She decided to spend a while in the study.

Even though the maid showed her around just now, she still went through several wrong doors before finding the study.

It's enough to wipe off the cold sweat!

Now she finally believes that even if someone gets lost in her own home, it is not a strange thing!
In the study, she was preparing the content of the class for him, from pinyin to simple Chinese characters, so absorbed that she didn't even notice that someone came in.

It wasn't until a strong smell of butter was inhaled into her lungs with her breath, triggering a burst of viscera, that she touched her stomach that was making a "cuckoo" and said, "I'm so hungry!"

She only ate one piece of bread at noon, and she didn't even have time to eat lunch!
"Eat a biscuit." When an exquisite white porcelain plate with gold and fine carvings was placed in front of her eyes, she realized that she was not the only one in this room!

"You... When did you come here?" Xiaowen glanced at him, feeling a little embarrassed, but he didn't pretend to pick up a biscuit and smelled it: "It smells so good!" After speaking, he stuffed the whole biscuit into it mouth.

Well!
good to eat!

"You knocked on the door just now, you were too serious to hear." Shen Qingyun looked at the biscuits she stuffed into her mouth one by one, and couldn't help smiling, so cute!
"You don't want to eat?" Xiao Wen pointed to the biscuit on the plate with a biscuit in his mouth. What is he laughing at?
Did she have cookie crumbs on her face?

"Drink some juice." He handed over a glass of orange juice, worried that she would choke to death in his house.

"The service is so considerate!" She took it with a smile, and glanced at a crystal tray on the side of the table, thinking that it should be brought up with biscuits.

"There is a chef who is Chinese. If you have any dishes you want to eat, you can write a menu and ask him to cook for you." Shen Qingyun leaned against the table, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers. When he was about to light it, he glanced at her and turned the lighter on again.

"It's okay, you can smoke if you want!" She spread her hands and said indifferently.

"Smoking?" Shen Qingyun put the cigarette under his nose and smelled it, then raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No smoking!" Xiao Wen hurriedly shook his head, with exaggerated horror on his face: "My mother will kill me!"

"Huh?" Shen Qingyun looked at her, obviously unable to understand her words: "Your mother will kill you?"

"..." Xiaowen discovered that there are still differences between foreign and Chinese ways of expressing humor, and quickly explained: "What I mean is that my mother does not allow me to smoke. If she finds out that I smoke, my mother will beat me I will blame you! My mother is a teacher. Her thoughts are relatively feudal and conservative. She has always been very strict with me. She thinks that girls smoking is a bad social atmosphere! Women who smoked and drank in ancient times were not decent people. A woman from a good family!"

Having said so much, she suddenly felt that she was being too serious, maybe he didn't understand what she meant at all!
Ancient Chinese culture, in the West, seems to be a mysterious existence!

Shen Qingyun nodded, put the cigarette back into the cigarette case, and said lightly: "Girls who don't smoke are fine."

"Did you understand what I said?" She was a little surprised.

"You speak French," he teased.

Xiaowen rolled his eyes and muttered softly in Chinese: "Nonsense!"

"What did you say?" Shen Qingyun didn't understand, so he asked again.

"Oh, I mean, amazing! You can understand some of the complicated things I said, you are amazing!" Xiaowen gave him a thumbs up, and said with a smile that there can be as much hypocrisy as possible. hypocritical.

Turning his eyes, he suddenly realized that in the future, when he wanted to scold him, he could use Chinese!

"You think I'm so stupid that you can't tell the difference between scolding me and complimenting me, don't you?" Shen Qingyun looked at her with a half-smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a cold voice threateningly.

"Hey?" Xiaowen was seriously frightened, almost kneeling in front of him: "When did I scold you?" Could it be that he still knows how to read minds?

She just thought about it in her heart, and he actually saw it in less than a second?

"Nonsense!" He repeated it accurately in Chinese, pressed his hands on the table, and leaned half towards her to narrow the distance between the two of them: "Mr. Wen, explain to me the meaning of these two words in French."

"My God!" Xiaowen was stunned. How can a foreigner speak Chinese without a single accent?
Are you sure he isn't pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?

"Huh? 'Nonsense' is 'My God'?" Shen Qingyun raised his eyebrows alternately, using it freely.

"...No, no, no! That's not the case!" Xiaowen wiped off her sweat. She needs to pay attention to her learning ability!

Only then did Shen Qingyun stand up straight, the corners of his lips slanted, looked at her, and waited for her to give him a reasonable explanation.

"Nonsense means...you said something meaningless!" Xiaowen sighed secretly. From now on, I really can't speak Chinese in front of him!

"How do you say your name in Chinese?" He asked casually, as if on a whim.

"Wen." Xiaowen thought for a while, but still didn't tell him his real name.

"Wen?" Shen Qingyun chewed it carefully, then nodded: "Then I will call you Wen directly from now on." He pronounced the word "Wen" very clearly.

"Okay!" Xiaowen shrugged and nodded without any resistance: "You can also call me Xiaowen just like my good friends!"

"Xiaowen?" Shen Qingyun also read it again, seeing the admiration in her eyes, he smiled slightly: "Chinese is very interesting!"

"I hope you like it!" Xiaowen stuck out his tongue and said with a smile.

"Yes." Shen Qingyun nodded, and looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's time to eat, come downstairs with me."

"Hmm!" Xiaowen glanced at the half-swept biscuit, forgetting that he said that lunch is Chinese food!She actually ate so many biscuits...

woohoo...

lost heavily!

"Do you like living in such a big house?" Xiaowen couldn't help being curious after following him through a long and winding corridor.

Shen Qingyun just glanced at her indifferently, without answering.

"Don't you think that the house is too big and you will be lonely?" Xiaowen couldn't help asking again when he saw that he didn't speak.

"Learn to enjoy being alone." When Shen Qingyun said this, the look in Shen Qingyun's eyes was so lonely that it made people feel sad.

Xiaowen tilted his head sideways, looked at him silently, and stopped chattering.

Following him to the restaurant on the first floor, even the dining table that was at least three meters long filled Xiaowen's heart with a sense of emptiness and loneliness.

Learn to enjoy being alone?

So, include these lonely dining tables written all over them?
She couldn't help but look at Shen Qingyun again, feeling inexplicably distressed.

She has never liked the way foreigners deal with families that are too independent, Chinese-style big dishes and shared utensils, shared dishes and soup, that is warmth!That's what a family should be like!

When the whole family gathers together, there is a kindness that may be bumped into by raising hands.

Instead of this, everyone's position is separated by half a meter!

"Sit!" Shen Qingyun helped her move the seat to the left of the main seat.

"I like round tables!" Xiaowen looked at him and said something softly before sitting down.

Shen Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then winked at Tom who was beside him.

Tom nodded hurriedly, turned and left the restaurant.

"Chinese people never divide their meals into individual bowls like this." Xiaowen looked at the same dishes in front of her and him, but the vegetables and soups were served in different small plates and small bowls, and mentioned again. road.

"You want to share a plate with me?" Shen Qingyun frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's not my wish, I'm just telling you what Chinese people look like when they eat. But whether I wish it or not, that's your decision, not mine!" Xiaowen picked up the chopsticks and picked out a few grains of rice, feeling a little excited. cry.

She hasn't seen such normal rice for almost a year!

This fragrance, this color, this rice grain...

It's so homey!

"What's wrong with you?" Before Shen Qingyun could get out of her last sentence, she frowned at her appearance of crying at any moment: "Isn't it delicious?"

"No, just looking at these rice, I suddenly thought of home!" Xiaowen turned his head, smiled at him, then quickly lowered his head, two teardrops fell into the bowl.

Shen Qingyun looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.

"I'm sorry! I don't want to cry, and I don't know what's going on. I keep doing such embarrassing things in front of you!" Xiaowen hurriedly wiped his face, forced a smile, and bowed his head. meal.

Shen Qingyun beckoned to the maid: "Go to the kitchen and invite today's chef over."

"Yes, sir!" The maid hurriedly ordered and walked to the kitchen behind.

"Why?" Xiaowen raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

Shen Qingyun was silent, he didn't know how to use chopsticks, so he used spoons and forks instead of chopsticks.

Xiaowen watched him eat Chinese food with these utensils, feeling a little weird and funny.

"Let me teach you how to use chopsticks!" She got up involuntarily, walked over, picked up his chopsticks, held his right hand, and put the chopsticks between his index finger and middle finger: "The five fingers of the right hand bend naturally to hold the chopsticks, and the thumb The tail, index finger and middle finger hold one chopstick, the bottom of the thumb and ring finger hold the other chopstick, and the little finger bends naturally. When picking up food, the index finger and middle finger bend inwards so that the first chopstick is close to the second chopstick, In order to clamp the food. During the whole process, only the index finger and middle finger will move, and the other fingers will not move. Try it!"

She encouraged him to pick up vegetables, but found that he just stared at her fixedly, as if fascinated, he didn't even hear her asking him to try.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and when he grasped it, the warm palm had the illusion of ironing the skin on her wrist.

(End of this chapter)