About my hopeless brother and sister

I unlocked the keys, a set of keys that were sort of lost and found, the humiliation of the last time I was locked out by the chairman was indelible, and I found the culprit on my desk at school. The moat I decided to never let this thing leave my pants.

Opening the door into the house, the door to her bedroom was still closed and it looked like she was still sleeping. Looking around the room, it's basically covered in dust again. Looking at the dining room table, it still had water and grease stains on it. Was it really good to be this sloppy as a girl? If this had happened in the past, Qin Lan would have been killed.

Now, I wouldn't have the guts. But yes, if Qin Lan was diligent, then it wouldn't be Qin Lan. A princess in front of people has to have servants behind her back. In my eyes, this is the real Qin Lan, and if Qin Lan adds an attribute of being all-powerful with household chores, then she really becomes an unassailable goddess.

First to the kitchen, looking at the things in the refrigerator, well, as expected empty, only a carton of milk and a carton of strawberries that looked pretty fresh, ah, and a few eggs. And there was juice. Hey, hey, hey, it's okay for me to help you cook, but you have to prepare the ingredients yourself. Looks like I'm going to the supermarket later.

I put the eggs in the egg cooker and adjust the timing a bit. Then I poured the milk into a bowl and put it in the microwave. Neither is a time-consuming task, and I make my way around to see where the room needs to be cleaned up. The kitchen is a lot cleaner, at least it's no longer full of film lunchboxes everywhere, although it's all disposable lunchboxes I buy now...but it's an improvement.

Take out the milk, peel the old boiled eggs, throw the yolks inside to mash them up, add sugar, then stir and throw in a few strawberries. Voila, this dessert fit for a Chinchilla breakfast is made. I remember this is the kind of stuff I loved to drink as a kid, and it's the only thing the chairman will make.

Turn on the sweeper...did I say I didn't like this stuff before? But it couldn't be helped, there were no tools in the Chinlam home that could sweep the floor, in which case the sweeper would be a good tool. I went into the bathroom, got out the mop bucket and mop cloth, and walked back to the general middle of the house.

Opened the window to let the fresh air outside in, then sat on the couch and watched in silence as the sweeper spun around on the floor with a blue indicator light like the red LED light on it that night. This couch, it was me sleeping on it then.

Well, don't think about it, don't think about it, well, well, I was definitely dreaming at that time....

My chest hurts so much....

"Well..."

The distinctive hazy hum of a human just waking up came from behind me, and I turned around to see Qin Lan in her pajamas standing in the doorway rubbing her eyes and looking at me somewhat stunned. Hey hey maiden this isn't the first time I've been here, why do you always have to look at me with such a confused look?

"Qin Feng, you're here."

Rolling her eyes, she greeted then walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Having learned my lesson from Wu Moxie, I would never come within a meter of that door, and I would never knock on it.

The sweeper finished turning the living room area, although I think Qin Lan basically won't come here, but after all, this is a place for others to see, so let's clean up. I silently mopped the floor with a mop, there was some cold wind blowing from the window outside, the breath I exhaled turned into white mist, has the temperature dropped to this now? Obviously yesterday, there were two other people in tennis shirts wiping sweat in front of me.

Although it is not quite December yet, the cold November wind and the dry trees outside have already told me that now, it is also winter.

So many things have happened in the fall, so many that I don't want to remember them all. I met a lot of people I didn't want to know, and was exposed to a lot of things I didn't want to be exposed to. Was this an asset or an ordeal for me?

I can't explain it myself.

As I said, time is never in our control, myopia is happening to us, and these things that happen over time are not and cannot be things we can predict or control. My philosophy is also to go with the flow, and for those things that I can't control, I have nothing to regret or be sad or celebrate or have happy memories of.

The relationship with Qin Lan can be reconciled, this matter, with time will naturally repair, or my a small action or a short words triggered a butterfly effect?

"What's wrong, Qin Feng, standing here dazed."

Behind him, Qin Lan, who had finished freshening up, was standing at the living room entrance, looking over here curiously. It looks like I've been dazed for a while now. After all, if Qin Lan has to freshen up and still put on makeup, it should take a lot of time, right?

I shook my head and lowered my head to continue mopping the floor. She stood behind me, holding a cup of egg nog, and leaned against the wall to silently watch me mop the floor.

"I'm going out later for a bit, to go grocery shopping."

I said straightening up, picking up my mop and walking over to the bucket, looking at Qun Lan.

She nodded, holding the steaming mug, and said, "I'm going too."

"You're going too?"

I looked at her in disbelief, when did Qin Lan become interested in this kind of thing? I'm going to the grocery store, not shopping. Are you sure you want to keep up?

"What? Is it weird that I'm coming along? Didn't we used to go grocery shopping before?"

She frowned and looked at me.

"At that time..."

I spoke softly, then stopped the conversation.

It was a critical matter.

Is she willing to acknowledge the identity and status of our former childhood sweethearts? Do you think our life together is something to remember, or is that black history in the mind of the Chinchilla? Do you want to remember that time of our lives now? Now, do you still think we are childhood sweethearts?

If Qin Lan just wanted to maintain a normal friendship with me, she wouldn't want to remember that time and wouldn't even mention that we were childhood sweethearts. If that was the case, it would mean that Qin Lan only had the most basic friendship for me, or even, it could just be that she had a bad conscience after the last time Qin Lan had scolded me.

But, that Qin Lan who was hugging me tightly, really, just felt sorry?

"........"

She didn't continue, though I said I would have liked her to say, "Aren't we childhood sweethearts?" , but she didn't say it, nor did she continue to talk about the past. For Qin Lan, still unwilling to remember that time? But...but...why did Qin Lan keep the memories of the past again?

What was that mottled handwriting of the past, the past feelings of the past for the present Qin Lan?

Can my relationship with Qin Lan, in the end, go even further?

"Come along, then."

"Well, I'll go get ready."

She nodded, then headed to the freshening room.

"Aren't you ready?"

I'm a little puzzled by the way Qin Lan looks, Qin Lan has pretty much turned into the normal external version of Qin Lan and we're just going shopping, so why do you need to prepare?

"I need to go put on some more makeup."

She replied simply.

"Huh? Aren't you already wearing makeup? We're just going to get some groceries, just a market near your neighborhood."

"It's different, don't you see? I don't wear the same makeup at home as I do outside, and I have to keep it tasteful and elegant even when I'm out grocery shopping, otherwise, how do I keep myself looking my best when I'm not out grocery shopping?"

Qin Lan frowned back at me as if I had asked a really stupid question. Well, Qin Lan had a point, well, a good point, I don't understand girls very well, my bad.

It was twenty minutes later that we were able to go out.

To say, the market near the upscale neighborhood is also quite high-end, not that kind of dirty but that kind of supermarket-like market, well, no matter what you are also a market, the food inside as long as it is cheaper... Never mind I won't pretend, I buy the supermarket food on weekdays.... ...

"Young man, let's see what we can get you."

Qin Lan and I walked into the market side by side, and the few people around us looked at Qin Lan with surprised looks, Qin Lan's civilian clothes and makeup didn't look like people who would come here. However, such a beautiful Qin Lan came here and was completely mismatched.

Moreover, if the two of them came together to buy food, it would give people the illusion that these two people are dating.

I ignored the lady with the plastic bag in front of me with a smile on her face, and looked at the food in front of her. Then I turned my head and asked Qin Lan, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Well... want to eat boiled fish."

After thinking for a bit, she looked at the various vegetables in front of her and curiously picked up a tomato and said. Why do I feel like you've never been here at all ah, it even feels like you've never seen vegetables at all ah. Don't take a bite, you'll have to pay if you do.

"Hmm...then please give me some bean sprouts."

I looked at the bean sprouts...well actually I can't see the good or bad of these bean sprouts at all, it's all just me pretending, well, although I think I'm pointless like this, but always can't help but be like this.