Xie Yongqing rarely saw the lights in the living room on after opening the door. Today is an exception. After entering the door, he looked at Qiao Yiyu, who was sitting on a living room chair, writing and drawing on a piece of paper with a pencil, and greeted him: "Hello, HI."

Qiao Yiyu looked up at him, smiled, and then said reluctantly: "Hello."

"Are you alone at home?" Xie Yongqing asked knowingly.

"Han Le is in his room." As Qiao Yiyu spoke, the pencil was moving quickly on the paper.

This made Xie Yongqing a little strange. Han Le could still sit in his room while sitting so cutely in his living room? It seems that he has always underestimated the degree of Han Le's home.

"He sat in the room for a day?"

"It's almost the same, except for eating and going to the bathroom."

"You won't sit here for a day, right?"

"Absolutely." Qiao Yiyu nodded, "I have nothing to do, just sit down. By the way, what are you holding in your hand? It smells so good."

"It's a midnight snack," Xie Yongqing raised the plastic bag a little to show it, "Roasted duck, do you eat it?"

"No need," Qiao Yiyu waved her hand, "I just had supper not long."

"Where is Han Le?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him come out. Maybe he's not too hungry."

How could she know that Han Le originally planned to come out to eat, but because she was afraid of seeing her, she simply put on a cookie mat. In fact, she was waiting for her to disappear and went out to have a hot meal. Who knew that when Qiao Yiyu sat down, her butt seemed to be stuck on a chair. From the afternoon, she had been sitting there for more than 7 hours - she didn't play with computers or mobile phones, and kept writing and drawing on her notebook. Those who didn't know that she thought that high school students were rushing to do winter vacation homework.

Xie Yongqing didn't know the unpleasantness between the two during the day. His level of picking up a conversation was also half a dozen. After a few words, he lost his words. He was about to pull Han Le out for the time being: "Han Le, do you want to eat roast duck?"

Han Le gritted his teeth and opened the door. After glanced at the table, he went to the kitchen to get the bowl. After sitting down, he kept his head shut and started eating.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Yongqing saw something wrong with Han Le. Although Han Le is introverted, it is definitely not a social barrier. He has met several women who have met with him before. He is in a bad state today.

Han Le carefully glanced at Qiao Yiyu, took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to her: "If you buy a computer, go directly to the store to ask if there is any of this one."

"You want to buy a computer?" Xie Yongqing snatched the duck with Han Le while having nothing to say.

"Yes." Qiao Yiyu took the order and took a look, throwing the order into the trash can on her feet. Her action stunned the two men opposite. Xie Yongqing might be surprised, but Han Le was absolutely angry.

The auxiliary program reminded her: "Your action seems to make Han Le very upset."

"What's wrong with me?" After seeing this reminder, Qiao Yiyu was almost crazy, but she couldn't imagine what was wrong. "Is it a violation of religious taboos?" After all, this is a world where religious population accounts for a large proportion.

"It may be because you throw this piece of paper in front of you... They just handed it to you and you threw it away as garbage, which may be misunderstood as an insult."

"But I remembered it." Even if she forgot afterwards, the auxiliary program will save the information for a long time.

"But they don't know."

"..." Qiao Yiyu lost her temper.

Xie Yongqing had already noticed something was wrong from Han Le's expression, but he didn't know what to say. He gave Han Le a look. Han Le didn't respond, but just brought the half bowl of roast duck back to his room. After Xie Yongqing finished eating, he didn't bother to chat with Qiao Yiyu, so he hurried back to the room, and turned on the computer as soon as possible and went to QQ.

"What's wrong with you? Did you rape her? Or did she rape you?" Xie Yongqing asked.

"Nothing big is happening..." Han Le is actually inexplicably strange. He didn't set off in an unknown fire. At first, she told herself not to see that she was wrong first, and there was nothing to say. She pinched her nose and accepted it, but what did she do just now? Did she give herself a warning in front of her friends? Warned herself not to have fantasies? Ask her to help choose a computer and then throw it away. She really thought she was the Seven Fairies who came down to earth!

At this time, Han Le had made up his mind and would never provoke her in the future. No matter how beautiful she is, it had nothing to do with him! After three months, he would find a reason not to renew his rent...

"It's okay..." Xie Yongqing didn't believe it at all, "If you have nothing to do, you will ask you to help me inspect the computer and give you a look?"

"Don't ask, just treat the horoscopes in conflict," Han Le thought for a while and added, "But I would like to advise you, just take it easy."

"What are you doing?" Xie Yongqing asked knowingly.

Han Le didn't explain. After a while, he sent Qiao Yiyu's number: "No, don't blame me for not reminding you on her phone."

"Oh, I get it," Xie Yongqing joked, "Is it done it...or is it done in Thailand?"

After imagining that kind of scene in a dirty way, Han Le took over the conversation and continued: "Okay, I'll make you discover it, you're satisfied."

"Not afraid, I'm hungry and eat everything, both men and women."

Han Le felt chills.

...

At about 10 o'clock, Xie Yongqing took a deep breath, hugged the notebook and two thick brick books to the living room, and said to Qiao Yiyu, who was still sitting writing and painting: "The lights in the room are too dark, I don't mind checking some information here."

Qiao Yiyu shook her head: "Isn't this a public space? You can do whatever you want."

Xie Yongqing held his eyes and began to pretend to be an intellectual in a half-true manner. He deliberately typed a paragraph of words and flipped through the information. Sometimes he secretly looked at the computer screen with a trace of light. However, he did it much more professionally than Han Le. Although the laboratory is not as good as the office, it requires some office survival skills... In addition, Qiao Yiyu seems to be doing something seriously now, so he didn't care about Xie Yongqing's eyes.

I have to say that with a beautiful woman to accompany her to study, Xie Yongqing was much more comfortable and motivated to do work. Although Shen Hai was very cold in winter, after sitting for more than ten minutes, Xie Yongqing's feet were cold. If he had been in the past, he would have been lying in the quilt to see it, but today he always insisted. For him, the pain on his feet was nothing at all. He just needed to occasionally use his eyes to scan the face opposite, the bright face and the lively eyes, and the bumps that were slightly twisted between his eyebrows because of his seriousness. Those hormones were enough to make his brain secrete dopamine, offsetting the insignificant pain caused by the cold.

Xie Yongqing's initial plan was that if Qiao Yiyu didn't sleep, he would continue like this, but as time went by, he felt that this seemed not a good idea. It was already past 11 o'clock, and Qiao Yiyu seemed to have no intention of leaving. Sometimes she would stare at the notebook in a daze with her pen, and sometimes she would quickly write quickly, which seemed like writing novels, but sometimes she would move the pencil on a large scale on paper, which looked more like drawing... When she was doing these things, she was neither too happy nor impatient on her face, and just like ordinary people who were bored to watch web pages or watching ordinary TV.

After sitting for two hours, Xie Yongqing was brave enough to talk, "Isn't you sleeping so late?"

Qiao Yiyu was stunned and nodded: "Oh, I'm not sleepy." Her words seemed rather cold and she had no intention of continuing to talk.

After all, Xie Yongqing had to "go to work" tomorrow, so he put away the computer tactfully. After washing up, he finally said hello: "Good night."

"Oh," Qiao Yiyu raised her head, "Good night."

Han Le usually forgets the time when playing games. He is so sleepy that he wants to go to bed at around two o'clock. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find that Qiao Yiyu is still there. Han Le deliberately did not go to see her, and of course he didn't say hello. After washing his feet and coming back to go to bed, Qiao Yiyu took the initiative to ask him: "Is there anyone selling midnight snacks outside so late?"

“There are on the street.”

“Where?”

What did Han Le say? If there was no such thing during the day, he might have taken her there excitedly, but now, Han Le is really afraid of her. He believes that the other party is playing tricks on him, so he simply shook his head: "Sorry, I'm going to sleep."

"Oh." Qiao Yiyu said she understood. It seems that she has to prepare some midnight snack next time. She should go to bed early today and get up early tomorrow to have breakfast.

...

5.30, Han Le's cell phone rang on time. Han Le, who was sleepy, took a look at the time and realized that he had forgotten to cancel the alarm clock. He pinched the alarm clock and was about to go to bed, but suddenly he heard a light bang outside, and then he was confused and saw a ray of light coming out from under the crack of the door.

How early is Han Le a little confused. Qiao Yiyu only slept later than herself. How could she get up so early? It should be going to the bathroom.

Han Le couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he just opened his eyes and looked at the crack in the door. Although he felt very sleepy, he just refused to close his eyes again.

There was a continuous sound of water in the bathroom, and sometimes footsteps. After a while, the lights in the living room went off again, and then the sound of closing the room door - just when Han Le felt that he was guessing correctly, the sound of the door was also heard.

Han Le suddenly jumped up from the quilt, then ran to the direction of the door and looked out through the cat's eyes. But unexpectedly, he saw Qiao Yiyu's hair holding the door at a glance. The next second the door opened. Qiao Yiyu looked at Han Le, who was wearing only pajamas and hiding behind the door at a loss, and was a little surprised, but said nothing, but just greeted him: "Good morning."

"Good morning...good morning." Han Le felt that the embarrassment of this life had been used up in less than 24 hours.

Qiao Yiyu entered her room and came out a few seconds later, muttering: "Mobile phone, wallet, key... why can't I remember it..." If it weren't for the program reminder just now, I'm afraid she would have discovered her carelessness when she ran to the breakfast stall.

He raised his head and looked at Han Le again: "I'm going to have breakfast, are you going together?" She thought Han Le got up every day.

How could Han Le agree? He shook his head quickly and shook the fat on his cheeks.

The breakfast Qiao Yiyu tried yesterday morning was soy milk fried dough sticks - this was seen from the Internet, saying that this was the most "authentic" breakfast in China, but the taste of soy milk was still a bit worse than her impression. It was too light and the fried dough sticks were OK. Today she was going to change her taste. For example, the pancakes she ate in Han Le yesterday seemed very good.

Cooking was already a pure technology in Qiao Yiyu's era. In Qiao Yiyu's impression from childhood to adulthood, food is a product. Like all other products, it has come down from the assembly line and is a type of instant customization products. In addition to visiting some production processes for technical understanding, she rarely saw with her own eyes how to turn food from the most original materials into food that can be eaten. This scenario can be seen everywhere in the 21st century - in this era, cooking is even considered an art, a culture, a culture that has been cut off in Qiao Yiyu's era. Being able to experience these cultures personally is the greatest benefit of being an evacuator.

Put the batter on an iron plate, then rotate it 360° with a small wooden stick. After the shape of the batter is fixed, smash an egg and pour the egg yolk directly on the batter. Use a small wooden stick to transfer the egg liquid and evenly distribute the egg liquid. After the egg liquid has solidified, turn the whole piece of dough cake, brush the hot sauce on the other side that is already cooked, sprinkle a fried dough stick, and then use the dough stick to roll it up. If necessary, you can also replace the fried dough sticks with food that other customers like more, such as a sausage made of pork and starch. Of course, the premise is to pay an extra part of the currency.

Just like yesterday, although it was early, there were still many people in the small park. On the horizontal bar, Qiao Yiyu was recognized by the middle-aged man who pulled the pull-ups here yesterday: "You can live nearby, right?"

"Yes, I just moved here." Qiao Yiyu answered while eating pancakes.

"Study sports?"

"No," Qiao Yiyu shook her head, "just have fun."

"That's not easy either... girls nowadays don't like to move."

"Oh?" Qiao Yiyu was curious, "What do ordinary women do?"

"You are basically all in college," the middle-aged man smiled. "Learn to learn makeup, buy clothes, talk about love, and be more romantic when you are young."

Qiao Yiyu nodded thoughtfully and learned knowledge again.

"Where is that guy?"

"Men are complicated," the man seemed to recall something, "but it's simple, just one word, you can play hard in college, and make money after graduation."

Oh, making money, Qiao Yiyu seemed to understand and said, "What if I make enough money?"

"Look, this is what a woman thinks," the man sighed. "For men, there is no time to make enough money."

Qiao Yiyu obviously had no say in the topic of making money, so she didn't say much. She finished eating the last bite of pancake and threw it away from the trash bin, and then prepared to leave. At this time, the middle-aged man followed and said to her, "Where are you going? Why don't I send you there?" After that, he took out a small controller from his pocket, and a car parked by the park lit up a little.

Qiao Yiyu wanted to say no, but she became interested when she saw the car. She took the bus and hadn’t tried the car yet: “Okay.”

"Where to go?" the man asked while reversing.

"Whatever, where are you going?" Qiao Yiyu asked back.

"Go to the company." The man squinted his eyes and looked at her through the reflector. The girl now was so relaxed.

"Oh, I know what you are going to do," Qiao Yiyu understood the meaning of the company, thought of the man's words just now, and laughed, "Go and make money with all your might!"

The man couldn't help laughing: "What he said is right... tie the seat belt."

"Seat belt?" Qiao Yiyu could understand, but didn't know the specific location. "Where is it?"

Regardless of whether Qiao Yiyu is real or fake, the man is always happy to serve. He reached out and helped Qiao Yiyu tie it up, and said by the way: "Don't you know your name yet?"

"Qiao Yiyu, art, rainy rain."
To be continued...