My Little Happiness

Cong Rong acted, struggling, "Isn't it actually ... Didn't I have a toothache some time ago? Drinking a long time of porridge, plus can't cook, I have eaten all the takeaways nearby, I'm tired It ’s rare to eat home-cooked food once, so that ’s why, do n’t you mind. ”

Speaking of a toothache, Wen Shaoqing suddenly remembered something. He put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "We are considered to be teenagers now. Shouldn't we be neighbors and live in harmony?"

Cong Rongru was in the throat and couldn't eat anymore. "We just knew each other for a long time and lost contact with each other for so long. The number of meetings can be counted with one hand. In fact, we are not familiar with it at all."

Wen Shaoqing concluded, "Because you are unfamiliar, so you always avoid me?"

Contrary to feelings, women are born, and Cong Rong subconsciously retorted: "I haven't."

Wen Shaoqing said to himself, "Isn't I aware that you like me? The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. I don't think there is any embarrassment in this matter ..."

Wen Shaoqing put a knife on Cong Rong's soft underbelly, and she immediately swaggered, "Shut up! Don't mention it!"

Only now Cong Rong realized that this was a great feast.

Wen Shaoqing ignored her anger and started nonsense with her professional knowledge: "Generally speaking, patients accepting their illness will go through five psychological stages, just like you can't accept that you love me."

Cong Rong suffocated his face, "I don't love you!"

Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and concluded: "The first stage, the denial period, refuses to accept reality."

Cong Rong was anxious, "You bullshit!"

Wen Shaoqing was very satisfied with her response. "The second stage, the anger period, mainly manifested as anger and anger, venting emotions to those close to him."

Cong Rong raised his hands, "Well, I take back what I just said, and I said nothing."

Wen Shaoqing nodded, "The period of compromise. The patients who accepted the facts became kind."

"..." Cong Rong covered his face and couldn't say a word.

Wen Shaoqing continued, "The depression period. The patient will have a strong sense of loss, with reactions such as sadness, depression, and silence."

Cong Rong took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Wen Shaoqing listlessly, and stood up. "Whatever you say, I've eaten and I'm tired. I'll go back first."

Wen Shaoqing looked at her and continued to sum up: "In the final stage, the patient basically accepted the facts and liked to be alone and sleep."

Cong Rong turned to stare at him, "What the **** do you do?"

"Individual patients will appear to return to the light and try to make the final struggle."

A feeling of powerlessness came out of Cong Rong's heart. She didn't know where she had gone on her work skills and her ability to speak. When she went to school, she was also the main force of the school debate competition, with a clear idea. , Responsive, logical, and organized, why is it now often placed in the hands of a professional butcher?

Wen Shaoqing finally got it right, she had to calm down a little, so he wouldn't be interested in flirting with her. Whether it was Yi Yi or Wen Shaoqing, the above inferences all hold true.

After thinking about it, Cong Rong quickly returned to the table and picked up chopsticks to continue eating.

In the following time, no matter what Wen Shaoqing said, she no longer accepted the move, and she smiled and silenced the whole process.

Wen Shaoqing also knew the truth of the poor Kou Mo chasing, and he finished his meal without incident.

The plate of pepper and hemp ribs with hot peppers was eaten up by Cong Rong, who "doesn't eat spicy food." After pouring a whole glass of water, she stuck out her tongue and shouted spicy everywhere.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her tongue sticking out and made it look very similar, but couldn't help laughing, and teased her to let her hand out, "Look at my tongue."

Let Yiang stick out his tongue immediately, Wen Shaoqing looked at Yichang, looked at Cong Rong, and the smile was stronger, "It really looks like."

Cong Rong rolled his face to the side and rolled his eyes, where could he still look like a ruthless lawyer. Seeing that Wen Shaoqing got up to pick up the chopsticks, she quickly held his hand, "I'll wash it, rub a meal, and it's embarrassing to let you wash the dishes."

When Cong Rong was doing the dishes in the kitchen, Wen Shaoqing was washing fruits and cutting fruits. Cong Rong thought he was making fruit trays, but after washing, he took out a tray-like thing from the locker, plugged it in Take the yogurt you just bought from the refrigerator and pour it into a cup. Put the washed fruits in the yogurt, sprinkle some dried fruit pieces, and finally pour all into the tray.

Cong Rong bowl did not wash, and looked over, "What is this?"

Wen Shaoqing spread the yoghurt with a shovel, "Have you ever seen it? Fried ice machine."

Cong Rong's eyes lit up, "Fried yoghurt, I always wanted to eat it, but I didn't sell it in winter."

Wen Shaoqing waited for a few seconds, and the yoghurt quickly agglomerated. He sprinkled some sesame seeds again. "In the future, instead of buying yogurt, you can buy ordinary fruit and add fruit."

Cong Rong absently returned a word: "Oh."

Wen Shaoqing debunked her slowly, "" Oh "means" I won't do anything if you say you? "

"Uh ..." Cong Rong coughed lightly, "I don't like fruit."

"Generally speaking, most people who say they don't like fruit are too lazy to wash fruits or peel."

Cong Rong dumbfounded, really a poisonous man!

Wen Shaoqing scooped up the chopped yoghurt in a small bowl and handed it to Cong Rong, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

Cong Rong looked at his hand holding the bowl in the air, but missed it.

Wen Shaoqing's hands are rare, she can be called beautiful hands, clean and slender, with clear knuckles, unlike women's delicate and delicate, it may be because of the scalpel held all the year round, it looks slightly rough, it is kind of letting people Feel comfortable and rough.

She felt that she could no longer be tempted by food color. Wen Shaoqing's style of playing a stick to a sweet jujube and a stick to a sweet jujube. In exchange for others, she had already turned her face because of the "sweet jujube" given by Wen Shaoqing. "Too much appetite for her, so that she often planted in his hands.

"Don't eat?" Wen Shaoqing handed the small bowl back to her eyes. "It's nothing shameful to be a foodie. Food and sex."

When she didn't answer, he kept holding it.

Food, color, and Wen Shaoqing have both, so she has to admit it.

Cong Rong frowned and took it.

Wen Shaoqing cooked another one in two, bent over and put it in front of the concession, washed the fried ice machine, and then washed the chopsticks that Cong Rong did not finish.

Cong Rong was holding a small bowl and having a good time. When he saw that he quickly put down the bowl and stopped, "I'll come! Say I'll wash it."

Wen Shaoqing stopped for a moment and looked up at her very seriously. "Most doctors have cleanliness, do you know?"

Cong Rong looked inexplicable, "I know."

Wen Shaoqing pointed to tableware and chopsticks, "Whoever cleans bowls will be uncomfortable if they have a cleansing habit, and they will re-brush themselves, do you know?"

Cong Rong put down the bowl pretendingly and wiped his hands, "It seems that I have heard of ..."

Wen Shaoqing smiled with satisfaction when she saw her obediently aside, "but not for this reason."

Cong Rong was confused, "What?"

"You don't count as anyone else." Wen Shaoqing's dripping fingers made a circle in the air, and Cong Rong and let a circle inside. The dripping water dropped from his fingertips due to inertia and flung onto the back of her hand, Cong Rong lowered his head to see, and the water dripped across the back of her hand and flowed into the palm of her hand.

Cong Rong clenched his fists violently, not knowing what he wanted to catch, only to feel a wetness in his palm. He didn't know what to say, and she understood it, and then her heart beat.

For the first time, she did n’t get angry because she was rowed with a dog. She looked down at the letting on the ground and ate yogurt. The appearance was probably exactly the same as herself just now.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and both of them stopped talking. Wen Shaoqing just finished washing the dishes and slowly wiped his hands to look at Cong Rong.

Cong Rong took a deep breath. Does this person know what the embarrassment is? Do n’t know if you wash it slowly? !

She was stared at by Wen Shaoqing, and changed the topic stiffly with a smile: "Do you also like fried yogurt?"

Wen Shaoqing raised his chin and pointed to the pet lying on the ground, "Let Yirang like to eat and often make it for him to eat."

"..." Cong Rong carrying a small bowl didn't know whether he should continue to eat, he probably regarded her as the second pet?

Cong Rong was panicked by Wen Shaoqing's half-heartedness, and returned home after eating yogurt.

After spending a few days in peace, Cong Rong found that being a neighbor with Wen Shaoqing was not so unacceptable.

Occasionally, I would meet Wen Shaoqing who came back from the morning exercise in the elevator. I would meet Wen Shaoqing who came back from the night shift at night. I would also meet Wen Shaoqing who came back from the night shift at night. Wen Shaoqing, who also meets shopping, occasionally meets when going out on weekends. Every time she went out, she would subconsciously glance at the opposite door, wondering if he was there or if she would suddenly open the door and walk out.

Like a normal neighbor ... plus a little elusive thought.

Habits are a terrible thing. It takes only seven days to develop. When you are used to seeing someone and not looking down, the person suddenly disappears, and your heart will panic.

Cong Rong hasn't seen Wen Shaoqing for several days, and hasn't moved at all to the door. She was not good enough to ask Zhong Zhen directly, simply suppressing her curiosity.

The curiosity in my heart can still be suppressed, but the mouth that Wen Shaoqing has fed has not been so well controlled.

On the weekend, Cong Rong prepared to go downstairs to find food, and suddenly found that the opposite door was open, and vaguely heard the sound of Jean Yi.

Without thinking, Cong Rong knocked on the door, and then gently pushed open the door. He saw a man and a woman sitting opposite him and fed him. He also knew them.

The gentleness of the man is gentle and the gentleness of the woman, sitting quietly together in a very harmonious match.