Qingyu looked down at the dishes, then looked up at him, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes.
So touching!
How is he so good?
Why is he so nice to her?
I’m so flattered!
Tingyun waited for her to smile and praise her, but she actually cried!
He smiled pitifully and quickly, stood up and walked to her side, held her face in his hands, and wiped her tears:
"Don't cry. You can't cry on your birthday! Look at how promising you are, and you can be so moved by just one meal!"
Qingyu simply pounced forward, hugged his waist tightly with her arms, and pressed her face against his sweater to prevent him from seeing how moved she was.
After a while, her mood calmed down a bit, and then she spoke, her nose humming like a kitten: "I'm not moved, I'm scared!"
"Scared?" Tingyun didn't understand.
"Yeah." Qingyu nodded close to him: "When I think about it, when you celebrate your birthday again, I will have to make such a table, and it scares me to tears."
Poof——
Stop the clouds and laugh.
She could actually come up with such an excuse to save face for herself.
He smiled and stroked her hair gently:
"That's right, you have to make a table like this for my birthday.
"But don't be afraid, there's still more than half a year left! If you study hard, you can always learn one-tenth of my skills."
Qingyu was amused by him and let go of his arms: "Okay, let's eat. If you don't eat, you will get cold!"
This is lunch, and the romance will continue at dinner.
I made steak, omelette and pasta for dinner.
Of course, there is also a small cake baked by Tingyun himself. This is what he promised to make for Qingyu on his birthday.
The two sat facing each other for dinner, with a cup in the middle containing roses bought by Dingyun.
It feels like a couple’s dinner.
However, there were no utensils such as knives and forks at home. Tingyun cut the steak in the kitchen. The two of them ate Western food with chopsticks.
After dinner, the birthday gift is finally revealed.
Tingyun put the gift box on the coffee table, smiling and waiting for the weather to open.
It was a big box, wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a ribbon. There was a card underneath the bow tied with the ribbon.
Qingyu first takes out the card and looks at it.
It was a card with an ancient style design, with a congratulatory message written on it:
"Wish: The little sunny rain born in the bright spring will have a beautiful life and enjoy the four seasons of peace!"
"The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark green, and when the catkins fly, the city is filled with flowers."
Qingyu was born in such a bright and hopeful spring. I wish her a happy life.
He will protect her!
Qingyu looked at the card, her eyes sparkling.
What should I do if I feel like crying again?
Tingyun saw that she looked extremely moved again, and quickly urged: "Tear it down quickly, you have been curious all day."
Qingyu nodded and carefully opened the package. Inside was a cardboard box. Opening the cardboard box again, inside was a projector?
She was stunned for a few seconds, then turned to look at him: "Why did you buy such an expensive thing?"
Why doesn’t a projector cost several thousand yuan?
Tingyun Xiaoxiao:
"You will finish the interview soon and you will have a lot of free time. Buy a projector and let's watch a movie together."
I just received a scholarship when the semester started, and I spent it all on this.
Qingyu stared at him for two seconds and smiled brightly: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's watch it now!"
Where can I watch it?
Living room?
On the wall opposite the sofa is the dining table, and there is a storage shelf on the wall.
Can't watch.
Then there is only...
Tingyun picked up the projector, placed it on the bedside table, connected it to the power source, and turned it on.
A clear projection appeared on the opposite wall.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Zingyun asked her while operating.
"How about watching a love movie released on Valentine's Day?"
Valentine's Day passed by in a hurry, so make up for it today.
After a while, Tingyun and Qingyu turned off the lights, leaned on the bed and watched a romantic movie.
Tingyun leaned on the bedside, Qingyu leaned on him, and next to her was her little rabbit doll.
The sky outside the window changes color on its own. At first it was a brilliant golden red, then gradually darkened until it was deep black.
Tingyun glanced out the window, stood up, closed the curtains, and came back to hug his baby.
Watch romance movies to make the fire of love burn brighter.
The movie is over.
Tingyun asked: "Do you want to watch another one?"
Qingyu shook his head: "No, it's too late. Let's see tomorrow."
She rubbed her head on his shoulder and changed her position: "Let's talk like this."
"Okay, let's talk." Tingyun agreed, but took out his arm and put her down.
Qingyu lay on the pillow and looked at him in surprise and nervousness: "What are you doing?"
"Speak." Tingyun replied.
He lowered his head and spoke quietly to her in another language.
Whisper in the ear, whisper on the lips, pour out your heart between the brows and eyes.
Gradually, he felt that what he said was not nice enough, and wanted to be more serious and thoughtful.
Qingyu felt his lips brush against her chin, testing downwards. She couldn't help but raise her hands to hold her collar, and called out: "Zhangyun..."
The sound is low and weak, like the low cry of a small animal when it sees a hunter approaching. It is also soft and soft, like the mist that will be blown away by a breeze.
Tingyun raised his head and looked into her eyes: "Just a kiss, okay?"
His eyes were not as clear as usual, like fog on the lake, like clouds burning on the horizon.
Qingyu pursed her lips, her face turned faintly red, and her eyes became misty, as if the mist from Tingyun's eyes had drifted into her eyes.
If you don’t object, you agree.
Tingyun gently took away her hand and lowered his head again.
The room was dark, with only a still projection on the wall.
Tingyun reached out and turned off the projection.
The room fell into complete darkness, hiding shyness and obsession, withdrawal and capture.
Tingyun kept his word, just a kiss.
He kept his words, more than once.
In ancient times, people believed that all things had animism, and that there were spirits in every plant and tree in the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
Those who serve the male gods are witches, and those who serve the goddess are wizards.
Tingyun thought, maybe, wizards also choose night to communicate with the gods, right?
At night, the beautiful mountain ghost will walk out of the mountain with graceful footsteps and exchange her feelings with the person she longs for.
Tingyun is now like that lucky mortal who has been favored by the beautiful mountain ghost and is pouring out his passion and obsession to her.
The curtains were hung low, motionless in the wind, like a solid barrier, providing them with a safe space.
But the danger lies within this safe space, burning like wildfire in the hearts of the two people, almost burning their sanity!
But in the end, they restrained themselves. In other words, Tingyun restrained himself.
He reluctantly let go of Qingyu, turned over and breathed calmly.
Qingyu covered her face and used her fingers to cool her face, but her fingers were not very cold.
Fortunately, it was in the dark and I couldn't see how red her face was.
At half past ten, Tingyun said goodbye to Qingyu as usual, turned around and disappeared into the night.
But it was different from usual. His heart was still beating like a drum.
The night wind in March is still very cool.
Chapter completed!