When I Fell For You (MTL)

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Putting the phone aside to charge, Qing'an shrank into the bed and chewed on what Yu Youning had just said.

Most of the impetuosity faded, and she began to think about things she hadn't thought of before.

Those things that were originally judged impossible by myself are not all developed as I originally thought.

For example, she thought that she would not be interesting to women, and she should even say that she had never thought that she would be interesting to women, but she still slapped her face.

Moreover, what is absolute in this world?

As far as life is concerned, it is inherently uncertain.

In the long journey of life, every step you take, every time you make a choice of thinking, you will have a change you can't see yet in the next second. This is also the unique fun brought by being alive, so how can she judge whether the world of herself in the next second will gradually collapse or rise steadily?

Even if it collapses... so what?

If we lose our horses, we will know no good.

Thinking about it, Qing An has fallen asleep.

The next morning, after getting up, Qing An went to wash his face and brush his teeth. Looking at yourself in the mirror for a long time, you will feel a little strange.

Sit at the dining table and eat breakfast with Dad.

"Good morning." Qing'an held the chopsticks and picked up the bowl.

"Well, good morning." Qingyang swallowed a mouthful of the egg, with a faint expression: "The thing you bought is really easy to use, and it feels comfortable to use it up."

"That's good." Qing An didn't say anything extra, picking up walnuts from the small plate and putting them in his mouth.

In the afternoon, Qing'an's father still went to the supermarket to buy a fish, but he didn't let anyone kill him. Instead, he took it back and kept it in clean water, and waited until he was cooking.

Seeing Qingyang throwing the fish on the chopping board again and again, until the fall passed out, Qingyan stood up and retreated to the side.

"Ah, I can't stand this..." Qing An rubbed his arms.

"No way, I have to eat it." After Qingyang stunned the fish, he officially killed the fish.

After that, scrape off the scales, rinse them, and cut the fish bones into three, and then start to cut the fish fillets.

"It looks quite interesting." His fish-slicing action made Qing'an watch with gusto.

"Do you want to try?" Qing Yang handed her the knife.

"I'll try." Qing An finished washing his hands, rolled up his sleeves, took the knife, pressed the fish body, and then started the operation under Qing Yang's guidance.

It's slippery, and it doesn't feel good. The knife strayed and almost cut his hand.

"It's stupid... It's so careless, don't do it, you should first take a closer look at how I did it, think about it, and change you next time." Qingyang pushed Qing'an aside, and then himself Continue to cut.

Qing'an watched the movements of Qingyang's hands without saying a word.

After dinner in the evening, turn on the TV, and the three of them watched the party eating walnut crisps.

She heard Qingyang say: "Zhu Jun is old."

After a while, he raised his hand and stroked his hair again: "I'm getting old too."