Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 462
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On New Year's Eve, Tang Xi'en got up early, planning to spend half a day cleaning the house, posting Spring Festival couplets, and going to the fresh food market at noon to buy some food for the stove in the evening, but unexpectedly, Teng Zhongqian also came early in the morning, carrying He bought two big red bags, which contained all kinds of wild meat, precious medicinal materials and dry goods.

Seeing him appear, Tang Xien was a little surprised. After closing the door, he asked, "Today is New Year's Eve, why do you have time to come?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward to help Teng Zhongqian carry things into the kitchen.

Teng Zhongqian took off his coat and put on his apron familiarly, and began to deal with the two big bags of food: "Minmin and her mother went to Gu's house for the New Year. I'm lonely, so I'm here to join in the fun with you."

"This..." Tang Xi'en looked at the lively fish in Teng Zhongqian's hands, "Then you plan to celebrate the New Year here?"

"Just these two days."

Teng Zhongqian began to scrape the fish scales, and a few silvery white fish scales flew onto his face and hair.

Tang Xi'en wiped him with a paper towel and helped him handle other ingredients.

Teng Zhongqian was handling the fish in his hands, and he did not forget to explain: "Enen, wash the duck that was killed first, and I will cut it into pieces and make soup later. This duck is raised in the country, and it is very good for making soup. How many of you are there tonight?" Have some soup..."

"Okay!"

The two of them prepared the ingredients for the stove in the evening, and it was already noon.

Teng Zhongqian simply cooked noodles with the prepared duck soup. After Tang Xien ate, he began to clean the house, while Teng Zhongqian accompanied Li Miaolian to go outside to bask in the sun and came back in the evening.

At that time, the house had already been cleaned, so Teng Zhongqian set up the stove, Tang Xien helped take out the processed food and put it on the table, and the family prepared to sit around the stove.

After the sun went down, it gradually became colder outside, because the wind was stronger on the side of the mountain than in the old town.

Tang Xi'en closed the windows and balcony door of the house tightly, went in and took a shower, and came out, the hot pot was emitting white smoke.Li Miaolian and Teng Zhongqian were sitting in the living room, watching TV together, chatting from time to time.

The wind is howling outside the window and it is bitingly cold, but the house is warm like spring, the red window grilles are festive, the parents are safe and healthy, and I will enter the palace of marriage with my beloved.

Tang Xi'en suddenly felt a sense of unreliability, and was a little afraid that this was just a dream. After waking up from the dream, she was still living alone in the old dilapidated apartment.

She tried to take a step towards her parents, but she felt very heavy all over her body, and she couldn't move even half of it with all her strength.

She was frightened, and was about to call out "Mom and Dad", when suddenly a melodious chord sounded.

Teng Zhongqian walked over to open the door, and when he passed by her, he urged: "Go and dry your hair."

The door opened, and she turned to look.

Fu Shiyu, who was wearing a navy blue woolen coat, came in, carrying a few gift bags in both hands, bent over the entrance to look for his slippers, but he probably couldn't find them, and shouted to her, "Where are my slippers?" ? Did you take it out for washing today?"

Teng Zhongqian said, "You wait first, I'll go to the balcony to have a look." Then, he came over from the entrance, and when he passed by Tang Xi'en, he urged him again, "Hurry up and blow dry your hair."

Tang Xi'en stared blankly at Fu Shiyu, who was standing in the porch and didn't dare to move because he didn't have any slippers on. He was looking down at his phone.

Li Miaolian came over and asked with a smile: "Why is Xiao Yu here? Didn't you sit around the stove with your grandparents at home?"

Fu Shiyu raised his head to look over, and smiled: "Our house is all around noon."

"That's good, that's good," Li Miaolian said happily, "We'll have dinner here tonight."

Teng Zhongqian brought Fu Shiyu's slippers. After Fu Shiyu put them on, he put some gift bags in his hand into the storage room. When he came out, he saw that Tang Xien was still standing there, his hair was wet. Wearing thin home clothes.

He walked over and put his arms around her shoulders: "Go into the room, I'll blow your hair."

She was surrounded by him, and her body was finally able to move, but her mind seemed to remain in another dimension, a little confused, and she couldn't tell whether this was reality or not.
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After returning to the room, Fu Shiyu locked the door behind him, began to take off his coat, jeans, and sweater, and then pulled out a set of cotton trousers and a V-neck T from the closet, which he usually kept here, and put them on.

He threw the jeans and sweater into the laundry basket in the bathroom, and explained: "The jeans seem to be a little faded, remember to separate them from the light-colored pants when you wash..."

Tang Xi'en felt speechless, so he just looked at him.

He came in and out of the bathroom, washed his face and hands, and finally came out with a hair dryer, pushed her to sit on the stool at the end of the bed, and began to dry her hair.While blowing, he said: "I will sleep here tonight and tomorrow night, and I will return to the old house the day after tomorrow."

Seeing that Tang Xi'en was silent, he lightly squeezed her shoulder, and looked at her sideways: "What's wrong with you? You haven't spoken since I first entered the door? I'm not welcome?"

Tang Xi'en wanted to say "No", but for some reason, his throat was choked and he couldn't make any sound.

Fu Shiyu thought she was acquiescing, twisted the soft flesh around her waist, and said viciously: "Then I don't care, I have already come in if you are not welcome, and there is no reason to go out if you come in."

Tang Xi'en was in pain, so he yelled and patted his hand: "It hurts me to death, why screw me?"

Fu Shiyu looked at her and continued to help her dry her hair: "I'm not welcome?"

Tang Xi'en shook his head, his face was still a little confused, he put his hands on his neck, coughed hard a few times, and then brought up what happened just now.

Hearing that she couldn't walk and was almost speechless just now, Fu Shiyu was also a little nervous and asked, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Tang Xi'en twisted his neck, and touched behind his ears a few times: "I feel that this position is a little tingling these days."

Fu Shiyu brushed aside her long hair on one side, leaned over to look at her ears, took photos with the flash of her mobile phone, and pressed her forehead, scalp and other places back and forth.After tossing like this for a while, I asked: "Do you feel that the skin in these parts is intermittently tight?"

Tang Xien nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"It should be due to lack of sleep. When I was doing design, sometimes I stayed up late and stayed up too much. You just stood in the living room and couldn't move, but I was lying on the bed and couldn't move or make a sound, but after a while alright."

As if he had found a bosom friend, Tang Xien grabbed Fu Shiyu's arm excitedly: "Why is this happening? What's the reason?"

"Life is too stressful, irregular work and rest time, often staying up late, insomnia, anxiety, etc." Fu Shiyu said, motioning her to lie down on his lap.

Tang Xi'en walked over meekly, resting his head on his lap.He started to massage her scalp, and after a while, it really relieved her a lot.

(End of this chapter)