My Little Happiness

Because she raised her head, her long, dense eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Wen Shaoqing looked at her eyelashes that kept fanning, and raised the corners of her lips silently. Was she nervous?

In fact, Cong Rong's appearance is not the most beautiful among the women Wen Shaoqing has seen, but it is also a beauty. Her face is very aggressive, unlike the softness and gentleness of the oriental beauty, there is always a kind of rare heroism in the eyebrows, but it has a different charm. Few girls have single eyelid eyes that are so big, and the pupils are light in color, so they look particularly bright, sparkling, and very charming. When Wen Shaoqing first saw Cong Rong, she hadn't opened her eyes yet. She just thought that the girl was looking good. Bye-bye, her eyebrows were already very windy enough to be called a woman.

Wen Shaoqing quickly returned to his mind, "Okay, I will go out and grab a handful to come back and apologize to you. Take advantage of this time and take a shower, so as not to embarrass me when I come back."

Not to mention, Cong Rong was really embarrassed, and coughed a little, "Can I go home and wash?"

Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Yes, but you have to come back before I come back. Do you have my keys? After washing it, you open the door and come in."

Cong Rong remembered that he had been fighting with him for the past few days, and he forgot to return the key.

After Cong Rong took a shower, Wen Shaoqing hadn't returned, so she held her computer and worked overtime on the sofa. Click on the wireless connection, look at the wireless name in the mess, think about it and send WeChat to Wen Shaoqing.

"Which is your home wireless?"

Wen Shaoqing responded quickly.

"26647664649269267449652676"

Cong Rong Tucao: garbled? What kind of brain did he have, how can he remember?

"What's the password?"

"Password: 42633."

Cong Rong looked at the dialog box and couldn't understand Wen Shaoqing. The account setting was so complicated, but the password was so simple. I knew I had tried it. After losing the password several times and prompting the wrong password, Cong Rong began to go crazy.

"its not right!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the colon in front and the period in the back are also."

Cong Rong vomiting blood, did you deliberately forget? How did your brain grow, come up with this kind of password.

Cong Rong threw his cell phone and started working overtime. After a while, he heard the sound of opening the door.

Let one by one enter the door to see Cong Rong seemed to be stunned, standing at the entrance to dare not come in.

Cong Rong looked up and glanced at it, but his warm-colored home clothes were cold-faced. "Escape after the traffic accident and be sentenced to more than three years and less than seven years in prison."

Wen Shaoqing was closing the door and laughed when he heard this sentence.

Cong Rong pursed his lips and asked Yi Yi to stare for a few seconds, then turned the pen, "But you should be under 16 years old, forget it, forgive you." Then he looked at Wen Shaoqing, "It's cold outside what?"

Perhaps it has been outside for a long time, and the coldness of the whole person when the dog entered the door just now.

"Well, it's cooling down again. Wear more tomorrow." Wen Shaoqing nodded and watched her sit on the sofa working overtime. "Why not go to the study?"

Cong Rong was a little embarrassed, "You're away, I'm afraid it's inconvenient, so I want to wait for you to come back."

Wen Shaoqing looked at her for a few seconds, "There is nothing inconvenient."

Cong Rong and Zhong Zhen are very good at raising their younger brother. Although Zhong Zhen is a bit foolish, he is very polite in dealing with people. Cong Rong, of course, needless to say, maybe the professional relationship is sometimes unavoidably sharp, but very decent. At first glance, the family teaches well. Suddenly he wanted to meet her family and see what kind of family style would educate such a younger brother.

Since seeing the handwritten medical books at Zhong Zhen, Cong Rong has never missed Wen Shaoqing's study. He hasn't had a chance to visit several times before. This time he finally got a chance to come in. Once he entered the study, his eyes stuck to the shelf.

Cong Rong pointed to the bookshelf, "Can I read it casually?"

Wen Shaoqing is looking down and bookmarking the materials spread out on his desk. "Look."

The shelves are full of thick medical books, and there is a row in the corner that is not the same as other books. When they are drawn out, they are all hand-written medical books. A whole row! There are probably dozens of them! On the yellowed paper, all the small letter scripts were neatly written. Cong Rong looked at the book and saw that the words on the oldest books on the back were crooked and the pictures were fuzzy and farfetched, as if written by a child. Teeny Xiaokai spends most of his time on patience. I don't know how a child insists on being patient. After turning over, the fonts became diversified. The running script, the ancient script, the ancient script, and the cursive script of the dragon and the snake wandered. The brushwork was subtle, and the style was still there.

Cong Rong realized that the writings of these dozens of books changed a little bit. I probably started copying when I first learned how to write brush characters? In the later period, the handwriting is casual and showy, showing the profound knowledge.

Cong Rong looked back at Wen Shaoqing and raised the book in his hand. "Did you copy it?"

Seeing the above writing, Wen Shaoqing probably remembered something, with a helpless wry smile, "Well, it's all history of blood and tears. When I was naughty, I would be punished by elders for copying medical books. I have accumulated a lot in the past ten years."

"When was the last copy?"

"Last time ... after the college entrance examination volunteers." He remembers it very clearly. At that time, Grandpa wanted him to study Chinese medicine, but he reported to the clinic. Grandpa Wen angrily punished him for copying a medical book for a whole summer vacation in the study. One of the longest summer vacations of the student period, he spent the time with the sound of cicadas, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Cong Rong turned over a book, "Why not copy it later? No more mistakes?"

Wen Shaoqing gave a meal, "No, it is a penalty instead."

Cong Rong caught a trace of anomaly from his look and asked with great interest: "What is the penalty?"

Wen Shaoqing's expression suddenly became subtle, avoiding her sight and coughing, "Tell you later."

The project of changing the punishment really made it difficult for Han Wen Shaoqing, an indomitable man, to speak. It was no longer a history of blood and tears, but a history of humiliation.

Cong Rong looked at it more and more reluctantly to let go, watching Wen Shaoqing's eyes flashed a bit of favor, and said with some embarrassment: "Can you give me one?"

Wen Shaoqing did not expect her to be interested in this, "Do you like this?"

"Well ... I saw him once at Zhong Zhen. I asked him to ask, but he wouldn't give it."

Wen Shaoqing thought about it somehow and raised his eyebrows with a chuckle, "This is a gift I had saved since I was young, and I have to marry me when I take my things."

"Don't do it." Cong Rong's face suddenly cooled down. She didn't like the kind of jokes that Wen Shaoqing made with her, especially if he had someone he liked.

Wen Shaoqing no longer teases her, "Just kidding, don't be angry, which book you like."

The thin fury in Cong Rong's eyes has not faded. "No, I'm going to work overtime. You should be busy."

Wen Shaoqing seemed to perceive something, and came out of the study room without much words. After sitting down on the sofa, he beckoned and let it over.

Wen Shaoqing looked at it for a while with a sullen face, "I will not suddenly run out to scare her in the future! It's not fun to play with! She was already afraid of you, and will give you to sell dog meat in such reckless future!

I don't know if I let Yibing understand it or not, sobbed and fell to the ground.

After finishing talking, Wen Shaoqing stood up and went to take a shower. After walking a few steps, he remembered something. He stepped back and squatted down, rubbing his ears with his hands. "Also, we will quarrel in the future. Girl, you are a man at home, and a man wants a gentleman, not to yell at her. "

Wen Shaoqing thought about it and added another sentence: "Even if she yells at me, you can't yell at her."

Suddenly let the ears droop down, and no longer looked at Wen Shaoqing. Seeing its listless appearance, Wen Shaoqing laughed softly and quickly entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Cong Rong only heard the low voice outside, but what she said was inaudible. She shook her head vigorously, throwing out the distractions, and concentrated on looking at the information on the computer screen.

It did n’t take long for Wen Shaoqing to walk in softly, stood at the desk, put a glass of water on her hand, and bent over to look at her, "Is there any discomfort?"

He had just taken a shower and changed to a black home clothes. The body smelled of fresh shower gel and was close. Cong Rong was all right, but suddenly felt panic and shortness of breath. He quickly looked up at him and then lowered his head. The head continued to look at the information in his hand and replied calmly, "No."

His home clothes have always been light-colored, plus the facial features are already soft, and the light-colored clothes make him feel like a wind. Cong Rong saw him wearing black for the first time, and such a tough color on him even had a hint of abstinence. A few strands of semi-wet hair were lying lazily on the forehead, making her unable to see the emotions in his eyes.

Wen Shaoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her head, "Well, does it hurt?"

He was obviously checking the swollen bag, but Cong Rong always felt that he was coaxing the child, touching her hair, and it seemed that he would spit out a "good boy" in the next second.

Perhaps there was no answer. Wen Shaoqing lowered his head again and looked at Cong Rong, "Huh?"

Cong Rong was at a loss for a moment and blinked in a panic. "It won't hurt if you don't touch it."

Wen Shaoqing nodded and smiled, "Try to sleep on your stomach when you sleep."

Cong Rong nodded, who knew Wen Shaoqing was serious in the first second, and started playing rogue the next second.

His gaze stayed on her chest for a few seconds, opening his face unchanged: "I just don't know if your size supports this sleeping position."

Cong Rong's face was hot, frowning and staring at Wen Shaoqing fiercely.