On early winter afternoons, the warm sun shines into the living room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The little guy sat in front of the easel with one glance and painted seriously. At some point, the paint was stained with his face and became a little cat.

The man lying on the sofa closed his eyes, slept very heavily, and his shallow breathing was rhythmically undulating.

The short black hair fell to his forehead, and his crow-like eyelashes drooped, sprinkling a darkness. The sunset obliquely enveloped his side face, reflecting his deep facial features, delicate eyebrows and clear lines of jawline.

Jian Qing remembered the discussion in the dormitory in the morning, and there was a lot of controversy on Weibo. Netizens were digging the man behind Cen Yu all over the world. Lu Huaiyu seemed to be fine and left it aside.

While her thoughts were flying randomly, her hands kept dotting, tracing and outlining the white sketch paper.

I have to admit that Lu Huaiyu's appearance and figure are not perfect, as if he was carefully crafted by the spirit.

From the first time he saw him, Jian Qing had the idea of ​​drawing him down.

Finally having a chance, she simply followed Mimian and started drawing "Sleeping Dad".

All three of them were quiet and could only hear the sound of pencils passing by, and time passed quietly.

In the evening, the sky suddenly became gloomy and dark clouds pressed down on the roof, and the light inside became very dark.

Jian Qing was afraid that the little guy would look at his eyes badly, and he didn't want to turn on the light to disturb Lu Huaiyu's sleep. She leaned closer and lowered her voice and said, "Mianmian, let's take a rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man who was trapped in the sofa moved and slowly opened his eyes. His dark pupils were still filled with fatigue and confusion.

Lu Huaiyu sat upright from the sofa, pressing his two fingers with distinct joints lightly on his temples, frowned in his beautiful eyebrows, and looked up at the wall clock.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

It started to rain outside the house, and the soybean rain hit the window, making crackling sounds.

Seeing that he woke up, Jian Qing lowered her head and put away the painting materials in the dark.

The rumbling thunder and lightning flashed through the sky. Mianmian was startled and threw herself into Jian Qing's arms.

Lu Huaiyu turned on the lights in the living room and the room was bright again. "Stay for a meal and wait until the rain stops before leaving."

His voice was filled with a low voice that was not yet awake.

Jian Qing glanced at the pouring rain outside the window, and really didn't want to get the painting material wet, so she nodded without refusing.

She carried the little guy into her arms, "Are Mianmian scared when she heard the thunder?"

The little headed chicken in the arms pecked at the rice like a place.

Jian Qing asked Mianmian to sit on her lap and coax her, "Actually, the thunder that Mianmian heard was Grandpa Lei who was helping her mother pass the message. She asked Lei Sheng to tell Mianmian that her mother wanted Mianmian."

"Sister likes raining and thundering, because her mother is also using thunder to say she misses me." Jian Qing stared at the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the winding lightning struck down, illuminating her fair cheeks and starlight in her eyes.

When he was a child, Jian Qing was like Mimian, who was afraid of thunder and rain. Every time his mother comforted her, this is how she would comfort her.

Lu Huaiyu stood in front of the double-door refrigerator, scanning the ingredients inside from top to bottom.

Jian Qing's voice came from the living room, soft and gentle, and his whispered. His eyes were heavy, and he stopped somewhere, thinking.

Mianmian blinked her round eyes and asked with her head tilted, "Can Mianmian let Grandpa Lei tell her mother that Mianmian misses her mother?"

"Yes." She led the little guy closer to the window.

Another thunderous sound fell, and Mianmian lost the panic he had just now. There was a curious temptation on her face. She stretched out her little hand and pressed it on the glass, "Mom, I miss you so much."

The soft and glutinous porcelain of children's voice makes people feel distressed.

The glass is misty, filled with water vapor, and is filled with coolness.

Outside the window are the lights of thousands of homes, which become blurred and distant in the curtain formed by the water droplets.

Jian Qing's gaze crossed the glass and threw it into the dark night sky in the distance, as if he saw two looming figures looking at her from afar.

The sound of gas stove ignition sounded in the open kitchen, once, twice, three times, and repeatedly fired and empty.

Jian Qing came to her senses when she heard the movement. Mianmian was no longer afraid of thunder. She turned on the TV and let the little guy watch it by himself, and then went to the kitchen.

I saw Lu Huaiyu standing in front of the liberal table, pursing his thin lips, lowering his head, and his black hair hangs to his forehead, which is more intense than the gas stove in front of him.

He was very patient and tried over and over again, neither annoyed nor angry.

“…”

Jian Qing walked to him, pointed at the gas stove switch on the other side, and easily fired it out with a 'plash', "You have to press the knob, press it for a few seconds before letting go."

Lu Huaiyu looked at the blue flames leaping next door, frowned, and according to the method she taught, he finally successfully caught fire.

"So that's what it is."

Jian Qing looked at the man's sudden expression in silence. His cold temperament was extremely inconsistent with the kitchen. He seemed to be a noble young man who was blessed with the rich and raised by wealth. He was not in the world.

"You want to cook?"

"Well, but I don't know much." Lu Huaiyu was very calm and direct.

“…”

"Why do I come?"

Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows, and did not be polite to her. He turned sideways to give up the stove, "Please trouble you, I can help prepare the food."

Jian Qing glanced at the ingredients he took out of the refrigerator, passed the dishes in his mind, and soon began to heat the oil in an orderly manner.

She quickly beat the eggs in the bowl and said, "Then you cut the tomatoes into pieces."

Lu Huaiyu responded with a good voice, with clear joints and five white and slender fingers pressing against the round tomatoes.

I picked up the kitchen knife and cut it to the edge of the tomato. The edge was unstable. The kitchen knife rubbed the peel and cut it through the chopping board with one size fits, almost cutting it.

Tomatoes rolled down.

Jian Qing was frightened to see it. He remembered Lu Huaiyu's hands, but the ones that were used for surgery were extremely valuable.

If she was injured, she would not be able to afford it. She would never dare to let him do it again. She hurriedly stopped and said, "Okay, okay, don't cut it."

Lu Huaiyu blinked his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and asked innocently: "What am I doing?"

“…”

This young master who has no fingers touching the spring water, really doesn't know how he pulled Mianmian. Perhaps Aunt Qin made a great contribution.

"You go out and watch TV with Mimian."

Lu Huaiyu felt the disgust from the little girl, and didn't care. He bent down to pick up the tomatoes on the ground, washed them again and put them back on the chopping board, "Okay, call me any time if you need it."

"Yes, okay." The little girl responded with her lips pursed, quickly taking over his work, carefully cutting the tomatoes, and the knife was neat and clean.

She lowered her head, revealing her snow-white swan neck, and a strand of hair fell on her side, swaying gently, like a weeping willow that disturbed the ripples of spring water.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes stayed on her for a while, and seeing that she really didn't want to help her, she went to the living room obediently, sat lazily on the sofa, and looked at Peppa Pig with Mianmian.

When she came out of the kitchen and put it on the dining table, Lu Huaiyu stood up and walked to the kitchen to help as if she had eyes on her back.

Jian Qing cooks very quickly. After two episodes of cartoons, the meal is ready, and it is simple home-cooked.

One meat, one vegetable, one soup.

"I think it's a bit late, so I'm afraid that Mianmian will be hungry, so I'll do it more easily," she explained.

Lu Huaiyu looked at her. Because the stove was turned on, the temperature in the kitchen was too high. Jian Qing's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were clean and clear, and she was obedient and had a pink apron around her waist, like someone's snail girl.

He picked up the tomato egg soup on the flowing table, "It's great."

The smell of smell filled the room. Mianmian was originally devoted to cartoons, but at this time she also ran into the restaurant in small slippers and stretched out her arms to let Lu Huaiyu carry her into a children's chair.

At the rectangular dining table, Jian Qing and Lu Huaiyu sat opposite each other, and Mianmian sat between them.

"Will the taste be light?" Jian Qing tasted the fried pork with bamboo shoots.

She is from the south and has a light taste. In addition, there are children at home, so she puts fewer seasonings.

Lu Huaiyu also picked up a chopstick dish and chewed it slowly, as if he was carefully tasting it until he swallowed it all, giving a very pertinent evaluation, "No, it's delicious."

His eating habits are very good, clean, and he is neither fast nor slow. He picks up food for Mianmian from time to time, and his every move is elegant and noble.

The little guy seemed to like the rice made by Jian Qing very much, and he had a big appetite. He digged a big mouthful of food and swallowed it down with a small spoon.

As he was eating, Lu Huaiyu frowned, looked at the little guy who was eating very much, and whispered: "Mianmian, don't smack your lips."

Jian Qing was stunned. Although he was talking to Mianmian, he still couldn't help but recall whether he had smacked his lips just now. After confirming that there was no, he continued to eat in small mouthfuls.

As expected, Mianmian’s good habits were cultivated bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

Mianmian tilted her head and said 'oh', closed her mouth obediently to eat, and then started talking after she ate, cautiously, "Dad, I want to drink Coke."

"No, there is no coke at home."

Lu Huaiyu has always refused to allow Mianmian to drink these carbonated beverages. The carbonated beverages are highly acidic and are very prone to corrosive teeth.

Children don’t know how to control themselves, and once they open a gap that can be negotiated, it will be difficult to be more upright.

"I clearly saw it. There is something in the refrigerator. Dad lied to me." Mianmian pouted and drooped her head.

The Coke in the refrigerator was a gift from Aunt Qin when she was buying vegetables in the supermarket in the morning. She originally wanted to take it away when she went home, but she forgot it when she went out.

The little guy's eyes were noticed by her.

Lu Huaiyu put down his chopsticks helplessly, got up and got the Coke, found a glass cup, poured the cans into one-third of the Coke, and inserted it into the straw.

Drinking with straws can prevent carbonated beverages from contacting teeth.

"I can only drink a little, but after I finish drinking, I have to check my teeth. Is it OK?" He pulled the glass away and did not forget to talk to Mianmian for conditions.

"Okay." Mianmian didn't like being examined, but there was a coke exchange and nodded reluctantly to agree.

Jian Qing buried her head and ate quietly, listening to the conversation between Lu Huaiyu and Mianmian.

It was so strange to her, and even suddenly realized that this should be the case between a normal father and a daughter.

Raise, restrain and protect with love.

Another glass fell in front of her, and the coke in the cup was hissing and bubbled.

The three of them just divided a can of Coke.

Jian Qing did not look up, lowered her eyelashes and thanked her.
Chapter completed!