Mu Wan thought of Xu Xingkong again. The woman gave people a feeling of extra comforts, like a breeze blowing by, with a faint lavender fragrance. She glanced at Liu Qianxiu and said, “Your friends are so nice.”
Although she didn’t see Liu Qianxiu’s classmates, she could tell that his classmate was a very good person by looking at Xu XingKong. Xu Xingkong is gentle, and the smile in the corner of her eyes when she mentions her husband can’t hide. He can make such a woman happy and make friends with Liu Qianxiu must be a very good person.
“Yeah.” Liu Qianxiu faintly replied while looking ahead. Mu Wan looked at him and added, “I want them to be my friends too.”
As soon as the voice fell, Liu Qianxiu looked at her, Mu Wan tilted her head to look at him, and the red fruit was on his lips. Seeing his line of sight turns to come over, Mu Wan made a movement, laughed, and asked, “Can’t I?”
With his eyes falling flatly from her eyes to her lips, Liu Qianxiu looked at the plum she was holding and said, “Don’t eat this on an empty stomach.”
Her teeth knocked gently on the plum, and its thin skin was torn apart by her. The sweetness of the plum oozes on the tip of her tongue and spreads all over her body.
Put down the plum, Mu Wan’s slender fingers wrapped the red fruit and answered with a small voice.
“Oh, I see.”
It was already past seven when she returned from the Southern District to Liu Qianxiu’s house. Mu Wan took the cat cage to the cat room and released the three small ones while Liu Qianxiu entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.
After a few days, the three kittens can stand up. A small body with short limbs and a furry ball, staggering and arching towards her hand.
Mu Wan felt touched by it, and her heart was soft when she listened to the baby cat’s cry.
After feeding and caring for the three little ones, Mu Wan got up and walked to the kitchen. Before she left the cat room, it was dark before her eyes, and she looked closer. Then she saw Zhou Yi squatted at the door, with light golden eyes staring at her.
Zhou Yi is not a sticky cat because she hasn’t seen it stick to other people. It was initially a dark ball and also liked hide-and-seek. Zhou Yi walked around leisurely when she and Liu Qianxiu had dinner together.
Now, it squatted at the door and stared at her. Mu Wan looked at it, not knowing what it wanted to do.
Mu Wan bent her knees and squatted down. Looking at Zhou Yi for a while, she hesitated and stretched out her hand. When she put her hand on the top of Zhou Yi’s head, it did not escape. Mu Wan dropped her palm while Zhou Yi squinted and arched its furry head into her hand.
“Meow~” Zhou Yi called out.
Mu Wan’s eyes moved, acting like a baby at her.
What does that mean? It shows that Zhou Yi has become accustomed to her existence and regards it as a family member.
Mu Wan felt like a flower bloomed in her heart. She got up, walked to the kitchen, and said to Liu Qianxiu, “Liu Qianxiu, Zhou Yi just acted like a baby with me!”
The kitchen light was warm, and Liu Qianxiu stood in front of the dining table full of what she had ordered tonight. Liu Qianxiu raised his head to look at her. There were lights outside the window, and the corner of his lips curled slightly and said, “It’s time to eat.”
Mu Wan hopes she will spend the rest of her life like this.
After the two had eaten, Liu Qianxiu got up and prepared to tidy the table. Next to him, Mu Wan raised her hand and said to Liu Qian, “I’ll wash the dishes.”
After she came, Liu Qianxiu ate and washed the dishes, but she had never done anything except tease a cat. It’s not that she didn’t want to help. She volunteered to mention it the first time she ate at his house, but it was rejected by Liu Qianxiu. He has rules for doing things and doesn’t like being broken by others.
After Mu Wan finished speaking, she was afraid of being rejected again. She thought for a while and said: “But I need to do something...”
“Okay.” Liu Qianxiu agreed.
Mu Wan looked up at him. Liu Qianxiu put away the dishes, put them in the sink, and hurriedly followed him.
The furnishings in the living room of Liu Qianxiu’s house look like antiques, but the decoration in the kitchen is much more modern. But it’s only some kitchen appliances and kitchen utensils that have this feeling. The dishes in his house also have the beauty of antiquities.
Liu Qianxiu’s cooking tastes light, and the bowls are easy to wash. Mu Wan took a crystal clear white porcelain bowl without wearing gloves, and the thin bowl was light and beautiful. Mu Wan turned on the faucet and washed it carefully.
Before washing the dishes, she tied up her hair, which was curled up and fluffy. It made her face look as white as porcelain, small and delicate.
The night sky outside the window was dark and heavy, with no starlight. Inside the window, the light was soft. Mu Wan stood by the sink in a long dress with her eyelids closed and her expression calm.
She did not seem to wash the dishes for the first time, but she did like it was the first time. Her slender fingers pressed the bowl inside and rubbed it around the edge of the bowl carefully and thoroughly.
The sound of water is rustling, like water on a high mountain, exceptionally peaceful and quiet.
Liu Qianxiu thought of what Huaijing said.
While Mu Wan was washing the dishes, Liu Qianxiu stood by her side, making her do it a little nervous. She raised her eyes to look at him, holding a small bowl in her hand, her eyes sparkling.
“Are you afraid that I would drop the bowl? Is it an antique?”
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes to look at her. He didn’t speak yet and only heard a “pop” sound. The bowl in Mu Wan’s hand fell into the sink and broke.
White Porcelain of the Ru Kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty.
“Ah...!” Mu Wan’s heart trembled for what she feared had come. Looking at the debris of the bowl, she stretched out her hand to get it. Before touching the fragments, Mu Wan’s wrist was held.
The slender fingers did not force her knuckles when holding her hand.
Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu, who pulled her hand out of the sink and reached out to turn off the faucet. He wiped Mu Wan’s hands dry with the towel paper, his eyebrows drooping slightly. There was no sound of water in the kitchen, and the man’s voice was so deep and clear.
“If it is broken, it is broken. It’s not a valuable thing. Don’t hurt your hand.”
The author has something to say:Liu Daochang: There are many bowls, but there is only one Mu Wan.
Oowww so sweet... There are many bowls, but there is only one Mu Wan.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the hard work.. it makes my day so sweet