Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

During the meal, Liu Weiwei found an excuse to leave first.

Floating up to the second floor, stopping in front of a mirror, Liu Weiwei looked at his body from the mirror, as if nothing had changed.

He condensed his body and fell on the ground. After about six minutes, regardless of Liu Weiwei's wishes, his body slowly became transparent.

Everything that was wrong before was explained, why the shovel fell off, clothes, bags, and many many small details that Liu Weiwei had not paid attention to, little by little appeared before her eyes.

"Senior." Liu Weiwei poked the system in his mind and asked in a low voice: "How long do I have in this world?"

System: "One day."

One day, Liu Weiwei looked down, without any preparation.

If it wasn't for the sudden discovery today, was it because she was just leaving... it was too late to say goodbye.

Doing a good job of mental construction, Liu Weiwei went downstairs, and Su Zinuo was already washing the dishes.

"I'm coming." Liu Weiwei floated over, how can the hands of this little piano prince wash the dishes!

"Don't!" Su Zinuo raised his arm to stop Liu Weiwei's movements, "It's almost done, you wait for me next to me."

"Oh." Liu Weiwei nodded.

Seeing Su Zinuo's movements, Liu Wei felt blessed, and suddenly said, "Shall we hire a housekeeper?"

"Okay." Su Zinuo replied, adding: "Please let her leave when you are done with three meals a day and cleaning. It will save you inconvenience."

Looking at Su Zinuo's back, Liu Weiwei opened his mouth and closed it again. How can I say goodbye to him?

She is not very good at handling parting situations.

On the sofa, the two were watching TV. Liu Weiwei was a little absent-minded. He reached out his hand to pick up an apple and peeled the apple round and round, his anxiety calmed down bit by bit.

It's about to be cut right away. A long apple peel is connected from the beginning to the end. The apple passes through the virtual hand and falls on the coffee table with one click. Liu Weiwei's nerves are like that apple peel. Suddenly broke.

Putting the fruit knife on the coffee table, Liu Weiwei hurriedly left and floated back to the guest room where she was staying temporarily.

I found out the leftover yarn from the closet that Liu Wei had bought before, and Liu Wei cured it with only one stitch. After two rows, his hands would become blurred. When the hands became firm again, Liu Weiwei continued to knit.

Perhaps the window paper was punctured, and the time for her to solidify into a real body was getting shorter and shorter.

"Wei Wei?" Su Zinuo knocked on the door of the guest room and called out.

Liu Weiwei kept moving, saying: "In."

When the door opened, Su Zinuo looked at Liu Weiwei's movements and smiled, "Is this knitting a scarf?"

"Yeah." Liu Weiwei nodded.

It's only May, Su Zinuo is a little curious, "How to weave at this time?"

"Your birthday is coming soon. I will prepare a birthday present for you in advance." Liu Weiwei did not lift his head, focusing on his hand movements.

"My birthday is early." Su Zinuo said.

"It's getting late." Liu Weiwei said, his hands suddenly blurred, and the needle fell from Liu Weiwei's hand.

And this scene happened to be seen by Su Zinuo, and the atmosphere froze for a while.

It took two full minutes for her hands to solidify again, and Liu Weiwei picked up the fallen needle and continued to knit.

Su Zinuo did not speak, but stared at Liu Weiwei's flexible hands.

The needle fell from Liu Weiwei's hand again.

Liu Weiwei only felt that the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

When his hands were firm again, Su Zinuo grabbed Liu Weiwei's hand all at once.

Liu Weiwei's movements didn't even struggle.

Every second...

Liu Weiwei's words gradually faded, and Su Zinuo suddenly caught the space.

Su Zinuo kept the same posture just now, her throat tightened for a while, her voice was dry, "What's the matter?"

"That's it." Liu Weiwei was speechless, sighed, and touched Su Zinuo's head with a virtual hand, "You have to take care of yourself alone."

"What about you?" Su Zinuo raised her eyes, a pair of eyes a little red.

"I want to finish knitting this scarf." Liu Weiwei avoided answering, picking up the needle with a firm hand.

Su Zinuo watched Liu Weiwei's movements silently. Every time her hands were faint, his heart would start to ache, and his eyes would become panicked, until Liu Weiwei's hands were solidified again before he could breathe a little.

Over and over again, watching as if masochistic.

Liu Weiwei let go of the pin in her hand, she couldn't stand it anymore.

Liu Weiwei squeezed out a smile, with a relaxed tone, "Want to eat cookies?"

Su Zinuo nodded.

"I'll do it." Liu Weiwei said.

Seeing Su Zinuo followed, Liu Weiwei simply pulled him to help.

"The flour, sugar, and butter are cut into small pieces to soften, and the eggs are beaten well."

The entity won't last long, so Liu Weiwei simply directs Su Zinuo to do it.

"First step, blow the butter."

...

One instruction, one action, Su Zinuo was expressionless.

When the biscuits were baked, Liu Weiwei took a piece together and said, "Open your mouth!"

Su Zinuo opened his mouth.

Liu Weiwei fed the biscuits into Su Zinuo's mouth and asked with a smile, "How about a DIY biscuits?"

"It's not delicious." Su Zinuo shook his head.

"Nonsense!" Liu Weiwei dissatisfied, "don't look at who taught it!"

Throw a plate of biscuits into Su Zinuo's hands, "Punish you for talking nonsense, and punishing you to eat them!"

"I haven't finished knitting my scarf yet, I'll go back first."

At any rate, he had taken care of the young man for more than a year, and he couldn't help but feel soft in the face of him.

System: "The host's emotions are ups and downs. Do you want to choose to stay?"

"Do not."

The scarf was about 30 centimeters long, and Liu Weiwei put down the needle and floated out of the door.

"Su Zinuo?" Frowning at Su Zinuo who was sitting at his door, Liu Weiwei knelt down and scanned the empty plate on the ground.

Liu Weiwei softened his expression and asked as usual: "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat at night?"

Su Zinuo paused, and smiled, "I want to eat fried noodles."

"good."

From time to time, his hands would blur out uncontrollably, and Liu Weiwei stumbled over this meal.

As usual, Su Zinuo sat on the sofa with a variety show on the TV.

Ah Fu seemed to feel something wrong with the atmosphere, and honestly fell into the nest.

"dinner's ready."

Su Zinuo stood up.

Liu Weiwei put the fried noodles on the table, stared at Su Zinuo's back for two seconds, floated over, holding Su Zinuo's hand.

Although they were halfway through, their hands were separated because of Liu Weiwei's blurring.

The two of them seemed to have not noticed anything. They kept holding hands, sat at the dining table, waited for a while, picked up the chopsticks and put them in Su Zinuo's hand, and took his hand to touch the fried noodles. Bowl, let go, "Okay."

"I went to watch TV." Liu Weiwei said.

"Yeah." Su Zinuo nodded

With a good night, the two separated, there was a long silence.

Sitting on the bed lightly, picked up the stick again and started knitting the scarf.

In a villa, two people stayed up all night.