The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Yu Zihuan was awakened when the milk pan landed. When Yu Zhile made the first scream because of splashing water on the back of his hand, he opened the towel and rushed out.

Yu Zhile jumped straight in pain, but worried that Yu Zihuan would wake up and bit her right index finger and knuckles, not yelling out loud.

Yu Zihuan glanced at the messy kitchen, circumvented the eggs on the ground, stepped forward to help Yu Zhile to the pool, quickly pulled her forearm, and put her left hand under the tap to rush.

After the emergency treatment, Yu Zihuan helped Yu Zhile to sit on the sofa, took off the medicine box on tiptoe, turned over the scald cream, sat on the side of the sofa, and lowered his head to carefully apply the scalded area on Yu Zhile's hand back.

Yu Zhile was embarrassed. She said she was asked to come by herself several times, but Yu Zihuan grabbed her forearm stubbornly.

After applying the medicine, Yu Zihuan took another mop to clean the kitchen. Yu Zhile hurriedly leaned over and said, "Don't throw the two eggs, you can still eat them."

"understood."

Yu Zihuan cleaned Yu Zhile's mess with a sullen face, put the washed eggs on a plate and took it over. Seeing that Yu Zhile wanted to get up, she pushed her back onto the sofa.

"What do you want to do like this?"

"You can't just eat an egg for breakfast. I'll cook some oats again." Yu Zhile tried to stand up again, but Yu Zihuan glared.

"Don't move, then you will burn your other hand." Yu Zihuan saw Yu Zhile sit back, his face calmed down a little bit, "I'll cook, you take a break."

Yu Zhile looked at him with some suspicion, and assuredly taught: "You boiled the water, then..."

Yu Zihuan put the eggs on the coffee table and looked down at her and said, "I know how to cook."

Then he turned and went to the kitchen. Yu Zhile heard the sound of water and fire in the kitchen. It should be no problem to think of him as smart. After the scald on his hand was not so painful at first, Yu Zhile, who was relieved, came back to sleepy again, and didn't know when to lean back on the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Yu Zhile looked at the sun outside the window and said that it was broken. It didn't look like the morning sun. Sure enough, when he looked at his watch, it was more than ten o'clock.

She still has to go to work in the supermarket today, which is too late.

Yu Zhile looked at the bowl of nearly dried oats and the remaining egg on the coffee table again. Yu Zihuan should have had breakfast, but she didn't wake her up when she saw her sleeping on the sofa.

"Xiaohuan, why don't you call me." She said as she stood up, ready to change clothes.

Hearing her movement, Yu Zihuan came out of the bedroom, saw her clumsily pulling the hem of the t-shirt with one hand, knew what she was about to do, and quickly uttered, "I think you are so sleepy, I want to let You sleep more."

Yu Zhile originally turned his back in his direction. Hearing him stop and change clothes, he turned back and said, "But from the supermarket..."

"I called Sister Li to help you ask for leave. It would be inconvenient for you to do things even if your hands are gone."

Yu Zhile had asked her to take a leave of absence as soon as she heard it. She was relieved a little, and it made sense to think about what Yu Zihuan said, and she had hardly rested for more than a month. It was not bad to take a vacation.

I just don't know if you ask for leave or deduct wages.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhile couldn't relax again.

"You..." Yu Zihuan saw that Yu Zhile sat back on the sofa with some depression, and walked over to sit next to her. "How could it be in the morning..."

Yu Zihuan said it was vague, but Yu Zhile understood that he wanted to ask the simple task of boiled eggs, how could she go wrong.

"I didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't get a firm hold, and nothing happened."

Yu Zihuan nodded and swept the living room. The light in his eyes was dimmed by the cover of his eyelashes. He thought of the reason, "Is it too hot to sleep?"

Yu Zhile, who was seen through, was slightly surprised, so Yu Zihuan knew that he was right, "Let's put the fan on your side at night."

Yu Zhile waved his hands again and again, "No, I can make it. Besides, if you don't have a fan, you don't have to fall asleep."

Yu Zihuan stared at her and did not speak. Yu Zhile knew that he was stubborn again. He was about to say a few words that she was okay and could withstand the high temperature, but he heard Yu Zihuan say: "Go to my room to sleep at night."

Then he went to bed in the living room? What is the difference between this and the previous option?

"Then you still can't blow the fan." Yu Zhile couldn't turn the corner and looked at Yu Zihuan stunned.

Yu Zi's speechless eyes made her feel like she was saying something stupid. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "I mean, you and I are sleeping in my room."

This surprised Yu Zhile. From the day she met Yu Zihuan, she discovered that the child valued personal space and safety, so she also avoided suspicion. She automatically clarified the boundary with him. She would never enter the bedroom without permission. Try to avoid physical contact as much as possible, but this time he unexpectedly offered to let her go to the bedroom to sleep.

"You don't want to?" Yu Zihuan saw Yu Zhile stunned unresponsively, and his face sank.

"No, no, I certainly do." Yu Zhile just thought that the bedroom space is so small, she probably sleeps on the floor with a fan.

The sullen color on Yu Zihuan's face turned clear, and he looked down at a few blisters on the back of Yu Zhile's hand, "I'll cook today."

In fact, Yu Zhile’s scald is not serious, but it’s better not to get wet, otherwise it will cause trouble if she is infected. Although she is a very unruly person, but also a woman, she doesn’t want to have scars on the back of her hand so obvious. No more excuses.

In the summer vacation, the two people usually have their lunch in the supermarket, so they are leftovers from the previous night or prepared in advance, so that they are packed in lunch boxes in the morning and taken to the supermarket to heat up in the microwave.

Therefore, the lunch is easy to solve, and the complicated process may not work. Simply warm up the shrimp and spinach last night. Yu Zhile leaned on the kitchen door and stretched his neck to look around. Yes, it looks like a veteran.

Seeing that Yu Zihuan was almost done, Yu Zhilesheng had good rice, squeezed his chopsticks and waited for him to put one meat and one vegetable on the table, and picked up chopsticks and spinach into his mouth. You are quite skilled."

Yu Zihuan glanced at her, and went to spinach, chewing for a while before saying: "I used to cook for myself when my grandma was unwell."

Although not as rich as Yu Zhile's dishes for him.

It was only later that he lost his grandmother’s retirement salary, and he couldn’t afford anything else to eat instant noodles.

Yu Zhile looked at him, afraid that he would think of his grandmother would be sad again, and quickly nodded in praise of him to change the topic, "Okay, he can cook well, boys who can cook are very good points."

"Bonus point?" Yu Zihuan glanced at her.

"Uh..." Yu Zhile wanted to say that chasing his girlfriend's cooking skills in the future was a plus, but he felt that it was not good to instill this knowledge in Yu Zihuan so early. I can get extra points when I see the first-level chef college entrance examination. But it may be that I remembered wrong and eat dinner."

Yu Zhile, under Yu Zihuan's tremendous pressure to suspect his sight, caught him a shrimp casually.

Yu Zhile, who was rare in the afternoon, felt a bit lonely. Yu Zihuan studied in the bedroom. She was lying in the living room looking at the window for a while. She was sweating in the hot sun. , Before turning back on the sofa after being dizzy.

"It's boring." Yu Zhile, who was shaking Pu Fan in a daze, paralyzed on the sofa blankly, and began to think in his head again.

Speaking of that, when she first walked through, she thought about using her first chance to make a fortune-making career, but then she was busy working and caring for Yu Zihuan, so she left the stubble behind and is now idle. Bored, and moved out of unrealistic fantasies, such as buying a lottery ticket, stock speculation, doing business, and then become rich overnight.

As a result, thinking about it, these are probably only fantasy.

If she wears back to her hometown, she still knows what is worth speculating from 2005, but she only came to s city when she was in college for 11 years. Before 11 years, she knew about s city, which is 10 It is often seen on TV and the Internet during the Expo 2010.

So, except for Ping Bai, who is ten years old, what is she doing back here?

Waiting for the Internet, Yu Zhile was agitated and sat up slightly on the sofa. In 15 years, online novels have reached the level of flooding. Only you can't think of it, and no author dare to write it. But in 2005, even crossing novels is a new theme. Is her understanding of online novels a good opportunity for her? In addition to chasing dramas in her spare time in college, she reads novels and reads various styles of web articles.

Yu Zhile thought about it carefully, and felt that this way was more feasible, but the trouble was that she didn't have a computer at home. If she wanted to publish it on the website, she needed to go to an Internet cafe.

But at least there is a direction, and more importantly, Yu Zhile found something to do this boring afternoon.

The first is to determine the theme. She remembers that several traversal novels were fired around 2005, which set off a literary enthusiasm represented by Qing Chuan. Even after ten years, there are still successive authors writing novels on this theme. And, although she is really a fool compared to those who went back to ancient times to get through the wind and water, but she is a real traverser, writing a traversal article can also be used to express what she cannot tell anyone Chest.

The second is the story line and the character setting. Yu Zhile is not a very creative person, and the history is not too good, but she can’t do a shameful plagiarism like copying the novels she has read before. How did the blood come, using the background of the Ming and Qing Dynasties as a blueprint, write a story about Mary Su, who has a golden finger in the history of the sky, fascinating thousands of males.

I went to Yu Zihuan and asked for some draft paper and pencils. Yu Zhile completed the outline of her story in the afternoon. When she finally wrote, the mistress Mary Su disregarded the persuasion of many men who were obsessed with her, and died in the country. The legend, and when the enemy emperor who has been in love with the hostess has been spitting blood on the spot, Yu Zhile was still a little touched, and almost squeezed out two precious tears.

Yu Zhile, immersed in the small theater in his mind, didn't notice that Yu Zihuan came out of the room, still appreciating his outline, and when sighing for the fate of the characters in the pen, the scratch paper in his hands was suddenly taken away.

Yu Zihuan stared at the densely drafted paper filled with pencils, and looked at ten lines at a glance. Before Yu Zhile jumped up and took it away, he had already read it.

Yu Zhile recaptured the draft paper and hid behind him, looking around unnaturally, "You, didn't you see anything?"

Yu Zihuan saw everything, he shook his head, looked at Yu Zhile and sighed, "What the **** are you thinking about?"

Yu Zhile's face blushed, so the story of Mary Su was too shameful to be seen by Yu Zihuan. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't help it. Yu Zihuan didn't make any further comments and said casually: "Go shopping."