One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Yuan Yi wore heat-insulating gloves and brought the noodles to the table carefully. The soup did not spill out and the edges did not stick to oil, perfect.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the noodle bowl was so particular about it. He returned to the kitchen and brought out the remaining two bowls of noodles. He took off the heat-insulating gloves, washed his hands and walked to the living room: "Uncle, we have dinner."

"Well," Song Hai nodded and walked to sit down at the dinner table. Seeing Yuan Yi was still standing by and looking at him, he pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down, too."

"Thank you, uncle." Yuan Yi sat down properly, handed the chopsticks back to Song Hai, handed half of it, and put his other hand on the chopsticks.

Seeing Yuan Yilian handing out a pair of chopsticks and also "bring it with both hands", Song Hai's serious face relaxed a little.

"The dishes are here." Yan Xi brought two dishes on the table, one meat and one vegetarian, which looked good.

Yuan Yi is a little excited. This is the first time he has eaten Yan Xi's meal. The barbecue he ate last time when he moved does not count. The noodles are slightly soft, but the taste is okay. Although the cooking skill of the stir-fry is not as good as Aunt Li, the "Little Brook made it by hand" alone is a great plus.

The meal was very peaceful, except Song Hai glanced at Uehara Yi from time to time, everything was normal.

After eating, Yan Xi was going to wash the dishes, Song Hai did not agree.

Seeing Song Hai carrying the bowl into the kitchen, Yuan Yi whispered to Yan Xi, "Or I can go in and help, so that uncle will have a better impression of me."

Yan Xi: "Are you sure you won't bring down the goodwill in my dad's heart because the bowl is not cleaned or broken?"

Yuan Yi had lifted his ass, and sat back. Although I don't want to admit it, but...Yan Xiaoxi really makes sense.

Listening to the rushing water from the kitchen, Yuan Yi’s nervousness slowly returned. From the time he entered the door to now, Uncle Song has not asked anything. This does not mean that he is very satisfied with himself, but before the storm. The tranquility.

"Go, watch TV," Yan Xi saw Yuanyi sitting stupidly, took his hand to the living room and sat down, looking for a TV show casually.

On the TV, the protagonist goes to the heroine's home to propose a marriage, but the heroine's father is chased out with a broom. The slaps on the back make Yuan Yi's back stiff. He looked around and didn't see broomsticks and other objects, but there seemed to be a feather duster in the floor-to-ceiling vase, and a few rooster feathers were exposed at the mouth of the bottle.

"Don't worry, my dad doesn't have the habit of beating people."

"What are you thinking about, I just look at it casually," Yuan Yi regained his gaze, "Why is it involved in beatings?"

Yan Xi: You didn't put your eyeballs on the feather duster just now, it might be more convincing.

Song Hai walked out of the kitchen, saw the two sitting together, took a deep breath, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Seeing his expression, Yuan Yi knew that the point had finally come.

"Does the original manager play WeChat?"

Yuan Yiwei was stunned, and then said: "It's fun, uncle, you can call me Xiao Yuan from now on."

Song Hai glanced at him, took out his phone, "Come on, scan the QR code to add friends."

Yuan Yi took out his mobile phone and scanned Song Hai’s WeChat QR code, and saw that Song Hai’s WeChat was called Dahai, so he honestly clicked to apply for being a friend.

"How long have Xiaoyuan and Yan Yan known each other?"

"Xiaoxi was an alumnus with me when she was in high school. I met her when she was in her first year of high school, but she didn't know me at that time." Yuan Yi put away her phone, "It has been half a year since Xiaoxi met me. NS."

Yan Xi watched Yuan Yi secretly. In order to make her dad think that the two of them were fate, Yuan Xiaoer lied quite far.

"Well," Song Hai nodded and was silent for a moment, "I see."

Yuan Yi waited for a while, seeing that Song Hai didn't continue to ask, but felt a little uncomfortable. This afternoon, he deliberately searched the Internet for a lot of ways to deal with father-in-law's torture. Why didn't Uncle Song continue to ask?

The TV plot has shown that the heroine has a fierce quarrel with her father for the hero, and finally the heroine slams the door and leaves, leaving the house full of mess and the heroine's father.

"Dad, you have been on the plane for such a long time. First go upstairs and take a shower and change your clothes." Yan Xi got up and walked to Song Hai's side, helping Song Hai squeeze his shoulders, "I think you seem to be thinner."

"I'm not used to eating things outside. It doesn't taste that way." Song Hai smiled and said, "But it's okay to be thinner. You know, 20 years ago, your father and I were also a handsome man."

Yan Xi smiled and nodded: "Mom also said that my eyebrows look like you when you were young."

Song Hai smiled triumphantly: "Your mother has many advantages, and honesty is one of them." He patted Yan Xi's arm, "Well, you sit with the guest for a while, and I will go up and take a bath."

"Yeah," Yan Xi let go of her shoulder squeezing hand, "you must rest well tonight, and you will have energy tomorrow."

After Song Haihai got upstairs, Yan Xi looked at Yuan Yi with a half-smile, "Yuan Xiaoer, I didn't expect you to learn to lie too."

Yuan Yi wanted to say that they had really seen him back then, but his eyes floated when he thought of what he was like back then: "In this way, my uncle will believe that I am sincere to you."

Amused by his words, Yan Xi pinched his nose: "If you lie, you will have a nose."

Yuan Yi grabbed her hand: "The longer nose looks better."

After being caught with one hand, Yan Xi has another hand, and stretched out his cheek: "Yuan Xiaoer, you are getting shameless."

"Ah." Standing on the fence, Song Hai watched her daughter flirt with other men and said with a sullen face: "Xiao Yuan, the visitor is a guest, please feel free to be at our house. I won't greet you. "

"Uncle, you are polite." Yuan Yi let go of Yan Xi's hand in the blink of an eye and sat down properly.

"Yeah." Song Hai looked at the two of them, turned around and went back to his room.

Yuan Yi breathed a sigh of relief, this time he didn't dare to fight with Yan Xi anymore.

Time passed by one minute and one second. After the needle stepped on the scale of nine, Yuan Yi hesitated to say, "It's not early, I should go back."

"Well, driving back from here, it's almost an hour's drive," Yan Xi nodded, "You can go back earlier, and you can rest earlier."

Yuan Yi stood up, walked a few steps outside, turned to look at Yan Xi behind him, and stopped: "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Yan Xi blinked. "Tomorrow morning, we will record "Those Things Around Us", live broadcast "Noon News" at noon, and film material in the afternoon, and I don't know when to work overtime."

"Oh," Yuan Yi nodded, "TV station work is very busy."

"What will you do tomorrow?" Yan Xi helped Yuan Yi open the door and asked casually, "If there is something to do, I will move the arrangements for tomorrow afternoon to the day after tomorrow."

"It's okay, just ask casually," Yuan Yi put his hand into his trouser pocket, "Don't follow it out, it's dark outside."

"Well," Yan Xi smiled and nodded, "You are careful on the road and let the driver drive slowly."

"I see." When Yuan Yi walked out the door and walked down the steps, the cold wind blew his face, and even his heart felt a little chilly.

"Yuan Xiaoer, are you really okay tomorrow?" Yan Xi stood on the steps, with **** and white eyes printed with the light cast by the light, making Yuan Yi feel a little itchy. He walked back to her, put the person in his arms, and messed up her long hair, "It's nothing, your job is important. You wear such a little dress, what are you doing, go back quickly."

Pushing the person into the house, Yuan Yi lifted his chin: "I don't know how to take care of my body after such a big person. It's really unnerving."

Yan Xi curled his mouth at him while clutching his messy hair. This aggrieved little look made Yuan Yi smile, "Stupid." After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Yan Xi would make trouble with him, so he walked in with long legs and waited. In the car outside.

Yan Xi closed the door and went upstairs. Song Hai stood in the corridor looking at her: "Anyone gone?"

"Yeah." Yan Xi nodded.

"Will that kid treat you well?"

Yan Xi continued to nod.

"It's fine." Song Hai pinched out the cigarette in his hand, turned to open the door of his room, "go to sleep."

"Dad," Yan Xi smiled playfully at Song Hai, "I will always love you."

"Shit," Song Hai smiled on his chubby face, "Could I still be jealous with a stinky boy."

"I know Dad is the best," Yan Xi stepped forward and hugged Song Hai, "Good night Dad."

Song Hai patted the top of her head: "Good night."

Yuan Yi returned home, lying on the bed tossing around and couldn't sleep. The wind seemed to be blowing outside the window, causing the leaves to rattle. He sat up, picked up the phone and looked at it. It was almost twelve o'clock.

He has maintained the habit of going to bed early for more than ten years, and in just a few months, he has broken it several times.

Boredly clicking on the circle of friends, he found that Song Hai shared two articles with the title "Only one percent of people in the country saw this article: The treasure we cared for will eventually be taken away by others" and "Father Weeping" Bloody Words: Father is a harbor where daughters can always stop."

Yuan Yi trembled, and could not like the two shared links without conscience.

Suddenly the phone rang, and the caller was Yan Xi. Yuan Yi's expression changed suddenly. Yan Xiaoxi never called him this late. Could it be that something happened? After pressing the answer button in a hurry, Yuan Yi asked nervously, "Yan Xiaoxi, what happened?"

"It's okay, I just can't sleep, so I want to call and try to see if you are asleep."

"I was already asleep, but you were woken up." Yuan Yi would not admit that he had insomnia, "you won't go to work tomorrow?"

"There is something more important that I haven't done yet, so I can't sleep," Yan Xi said with a smile, "Yuan Xiaoer, happy birthday."

Yuan Yi was stunned. After a long time, he said with a squeak: "Birthdays are celebrated every year. What's so rare? You go to bed."

However, as he was holding the phone, he had actually laughed into a fool, and even the sound of the wind outside the window became sweet.

"Can't sleep, I can't find a bed now."

Yuan Yi sat up on the bed and lifted the quilt on him: "Where are you?!"

Boom boom boom.

He heard his uncontrolled heartbeat and ran downstairs barefoot and opened the heavy door. Yuan Yi saw the woman wearing a thick down jacket outside the door with a crooked smile.

"You are crazy, so late, so cold, what are you doing here?" Yuan Yi said in his mouth, but his body had already ran out of the door, tightly holding the person into his arms.

His pajamas were very thin, and he stepped barefoot on the cold ground, but he could not feel the slightest chill.

"I just said that, I have insomnia," Yan Xi leaned in Yuan Yi's arms, "can't sleep, thinking that someone might also have insomnia tonight, just come and have a look."

Yuan Yi opened his eyes wide, trying to prevent the hot things from flowing out of his eye sockets, bends down and hugged him up, keeping all the cold wind out of the door.

Putting Yan Xi on the sofa, Yuan Yi turned around and closed the door, walked to Yan Xi and squatted down: "Stupid woman, don't do such stupid things in the future. No matter how important the day is, your safety will not be as safe as you."

"I see," Yan Xi rubbed the top of his hair with a smile, "Go and put on your shoes."

Yuan Yi found out that he actually ran out the door barefoot and wearing thin pajamas in the winter, but he didn't feel it at all.

The room was heated enough, Yuan Yi put on a pair of slippers and walked back to Yan Xi, "When did you know that I had my birthday today?"

"You forgot that I had nothing to do, so I took them to download the copy. At this time, it is the easiest to copy them." Yan Xi took out a cake box, the cake is not big, about the size of an adult man's slap, "Oh, you just hugged me." When I squashed it."

When her own Wobiancao left, her eyes were so pitiful, she almost couldn't hold back, and directly told him happy birthday.

Yuan Yi lifted the lid of the cake box, and the pattern on the side of the cake was smoothed out a bit, but the words happy birthday were well preserved. The cake exudes a sweet fragrance, the cake master is very willing to put fruit, spreading a large circle.

Yan Xi put the candle in, only to remember that he didn't bring a lighter.

"Do you have a lighter?"

Yuan Yi doesn't smoke, and he doesn't have a lighter. Fortunately, he looked around last time and forgot to take the lighter away. Yuan Yi took out the lighter from the coffee table and handed it to Yan Xi.

The two lit candles around the coffee table. After turning off the lights in the room, the orange candlelight made their faces a little red. Yan Xi tilted her head and smiled at Yuan Yi, "Do you want me to sing a birthday song for you?"

"Farewell, it will be a bit embarrassing."

"Then don't sing, just make a wish." Yan Xi thought for a while, "don't finish making a wish, leave a wish for me, and share one for you when I celebrate my birthday."

Yuan Yi held Yan Xi's hand, took out the phone and took a picture of the cake with the hands of the two. He usually looks a bit fierce and gentle, "It is enough for me to make one wish, and I will give you the remaining two."

For the first time, he hoped that the wish he made before blowing out the birthday candles would be realized.

When he was six years old, he thought it was a lie to a child. On his twenty-seventh birthday, he wanted to try to believe it once.

He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he turned his head to look at Yan Xi, "I promised it."

Yan Xi clasped his hands together and made a wish against the dim candlelight.

"Okay." Yan Xi opened his eyes. "Let's blow out the candles."

call.

The candle went out and the room was dark.

Yan Xi felt Yuan Yi approaching him, and he kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and...lips.

His kiss was a bit jerky, with dearness in his cautiousness, so tender that it almost melted her. People who seem to be fierce are so gentle in their hearts.

Her nest grass is really the cutest man in the world.

After a long time, the room became bright again, and Yan Xi put the cream on the blushing bridge of Yuan Yi's nose: "Look, your nose is getting longer."

Liar man, your name is Pinocchio.

Yuan Yi stretched out his tongue to lick it, but unfortunately he didn't lick it. He reached out and took a strawberry from the cake and handed it to Yan Xi's mouth: "Here you are."

Yan Xi took a bite and frowned, "It's a bit sour."

"Is it sour?" Yuan Yi put the remaining half of the strawberry into his mouth, suddenly lowered his head and rubbed the cake on the bridge of his nose against the tip of Yan Xi's nose, "not sour, very sweet."

"Yuan Xiaoer, did you know that I specially put on makeup before going out!" Yan Xi swooped into Yuan Yi's arms, rubbed all the cream onto his pajamas, and said viciously, "Women's makeup can't be ruined, don't you understand? Understand?"

"Don't you still have to unload it before going to bed?"

"Eat cake if you can't speak!"

"Are you angry again?"

"Humph!"

At 12:30 in the morning, the Weibo authentication was changed to the original Yifa Weibo of the chairman of Hengtai Company.

Yuan Yi V: The birthday cake tonight is very sweet. @Hosting Yanxi

The picture shows the hands clasped together under the dim candle light, and the background, which makes it hard to see what the cake looks like.