The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Yu Zihuan was awakened when the milk pan hit the ground. When Yu Zhile screamed for the first time because of the boiling water splashed on the back of his hand, he lifted the towel and was rushed out.

Yu Zhile jumped with pain, but worried that he would wake up Yu Zihuan, biting the knuckle of the index finger of his right hand and dared not scream out loudly.

Yu Zihuan glanced at the messy kitchen, bypassing the eggs on the floor, stepped forward to help Yu Zhile to the pool, quickly pulled her forearm, put her left hand under the faucet and rushed.

After the emergency treatment, Yu Zihuan helped Yu Zhile to sit down on the sofa, took out the medicine box on tiptoe, and turned out the scald cream. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he lowered his head and carefully applied medicine to the burned parts of Yu Zhile's back.

Yu Zhile was very embarrassed, and said several times to let her come by herself, but Yu Zihuan stubbornly grabbed her forearm.

After applying the medicine, Yu Zihuan took the mop again to clean the kitchen. Yu Zhile leaned forward and said, "Don't throw away those two eggs, you can eat them."

"Got it."

After cleaning Yu Zhile's mess with a calm face, Yu Zihuan put the cleaned eggs on the plate and took her. Seeing that Yu Zhile wanted to get up, he pushed her back on the sofa.

"What else do you want to do with your hands like this?"

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

"Don't move, and then you will burn your other hand." Yu Zihuan saw Yu Zhile sitting back, his face calmed down, "I'm going to cook, you rest for a while."

Yu Zhile looked at him with some suspicion, and said uneasyly: "You boil the water, and then..."

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

Then turned around and went to the kitchen. Yu Zhile heard the sound of him receiving water and making a fire in the kitchen. Thinking about how smart he is, there should be no problem.After the burn on his hand was treated, it didn't hurt as much at the first time. Yu Zhile, who was relaxed and sleepy, came up again, not knowing when he leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

Hearing her movement, Yu Zihuan came out of the bedroom and saw her awkwardly pulling on the hem of the t-shirt with one hand, knowing what she was going to do, and hurriedly said, "I think you look sleepy, so I want Sleep more."

Yu Zhile originally turned his back to his direction. Hearing him come out and stop changing his clothes, he turned around and said, "But the supermarket..."

"I called Sister Li to ask for leave for you. Even if your hands go, it is not convenient to do things."

When Yu Zhile heard that she had asked for a leave, he was a little relieved, thinking about what Yu Zihuan said also makes sense, and that she has hardly taken a break for more than a month, and it is rare to take a leave.

I just don’t know whether to deduct wages for leave.

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

"You..." Yu Zihuan saw that Yu Zhile sat back on the sofa a little unhappy, and walked over to sit next to her, "How come this morning..."

Yu Zihuan was vague, but Yu Zhile understood that he wanted to ask how she could make a mistake for such a simple task as boiled eggs.

"I didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't hold it steady, nothing happened."

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

Yu Zhile, who was seen through, was a little surprised, so Yu Zihuan knew that he had guessed correctly, "Let the fan come to you at night."

Yu Zhile waved his hand again and again, "No, I can make do, besides, if there is no fan, you won't be able to sleep."

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

Then he went to sleep in the living room?How is this different from the previous option?

"Then you still can't blow the fan." Yu Zhile couldn't turn a corner, looking at Yu Zihuan dumbly.

Yu Zihuan's speechless eyes made her feel like he said 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 attached great importance to personal space and privacy, so she also avoided suspicion. She voluntarily drew a line with him and never entered the bedroom without permission. Try to avoid physical contact. He didn't expect him to offer her to go to the bedroom to sleep.

"You don't want to?" Yu Zichang saw that Yu Zhile was stunned, and his face sank.

"No, no, of course I would." Yu Zhile was just thinking that the bedroom space is so small that she can probably sleep with a fan on the floor.

The gloomy color on Yu Zihuan's face then cleared up, and he lowered his eyes to see a few small blisters on the back of Yu Zhile's hands, "I will cook today."

In fact, Yu Zhile’s burns are not serious, but it’s better not to get wet, otherwise it will be troublesome in case of infection. Although she is not a trivial person, she is also a woman. She never wants scars on the back of her hands so obvious, so Did not decline much.

During the summer vacation, lunch for two people usually needs to be settled in the supermarket, so they are leftovers from the previous night or prepared in advance, so that they can be packed in lunch boxes in the morning and brought to the supermarket to heat them in a microwave oven.

Therefore, lunch is easy to solve. The complicated process may not be enough for Zihuan. Simply warm up the prawns and spinach last night. Yu Zhile leaned on the kitchen door and craned his neck to watch. Originally, he wanted to give pointers or two to see him as decent. Yes, it's like a veteran.

Seeing that Yu Zihuan was almost done, Yu Zhile served the rice, holding his chopsticks eagerly, waiting for him to put a meat and a vegetable side on the table, took a chopsticks spinach into his mouth, looked at Yu Zihuan and said, "I can't see it. You are quite skilled."

Yu Zihuan gave her a white look and went to pick spinach. He chewed for a while before saying: "I used to cook when my grandma was unwell."

Although not as rich as the dishes Yu Zhile made for him.

Only afterwards he lost his grandmother's retirement salary and he couldn't afford anything else so he kept eating instant noodles.

Yu Zhile looked at his expression, fearing that he would be sad when he thinks about his grandmother again, so he nodded in praise and changed the subject, "Okay, a boy who knows how to cook is a bonus."

"Bonus?" Yu Zihuan raised his eyes and glanced at her.

"Uh..." Yu Zhile wanted to say that chasing his girlfriend in cooking would be a plus point, but he felt that it would not be good to instill this kind of knowledge into Yu Zihuan so early, so he paused for a while and thought, "Well, where I seem to be. Seeing a first-level chef can add points to the college entrance examination. But it may be that I have a wrong memory.

Under the tremendous pressure of Yu Zihuan's suspicious sight, Yu Zhile casually caught him with a shrimp.

Yu Zhile, who was rarely idle in the afternoon, felt a little lonely. Yu Zihuan was studying in the bedroom. She was lying on the window in the living room to watch the scenery. She was sweaty by the hot sun, so she gave up. After a while, she walked back and forth in the living room where she could walk to the end in five steps. , Turned himself fainted before falling back on the sofa.

"It's boring." Yu Zhile, who was shaking the fan in a daze, slumped on the sofa with both eyes blankly, and began to think again in his mind.

Speaking of it, when she first came through, she thought about using the first opportunity she had to do something to make a fortune, but then she was busy with going to work and taking care of Yu Zihuan, so she put it behind her head. I got bored and moved out of unrealistic fantasies, such as buying a lottery ticket, speculating in individual stocks, doing business, and getting rich overnight.

As a result, thinking about it, these can only be fantasy.

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

So apart from being ten years old for no reason, what did she wear back for?

Waiting for the Internet, Yu Zhile was agitated and sat upright on the sofa a bit.In 15 years, online novels have become so rampant that only you can't think of it, no author dare not write, but in 2005, even crossing novels were considered fresh topics.Does her understanding of online novels count as her first opportunity?In her spare time from college, apart from watching dramas, she is reading novels and reading various styles of web articles.

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

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

The first is to determine the subject matter. She remembers that several traverse novels were popular around 2005, which set off a wave of traverse literature represented by Qingchuan. Even after ten years, there are still authors who write novels on this subject. , And although she is really useless compared to those who went back to the ancient times, she is really a traverser, but she is a real traverser, writing a traverse article can be regarded as a way to express what she can't say to anyone Bosom.

The second is the main line of the story and the setting of the characters. Yu Zhile is not a very creative person, and the history is not very good, but she can't do shameless plagiarism by copying the novels she has read before. How did the blood come, based on the background of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, write a story about Mary Su, who was fascinated by thousands of males in overhead history.

I went to Yu Zihuan and asked for some draft paper and pencils. Yu Zhile completed her story outline in an afternoon. At the end of the writing, the hostess Mary Su, despite the persuasion of many men who were obsessed with her, died in her country, leaving a song and tearful for future generations. Yu Zhile was still a little touched and almost squeezed out two precious tears when the enemy emperor, who had been in love with the hostess, vomited blood on the spot.

Yu Zhile, who was immersed in the small theater in his brain, did not notice that Yu Zihuan came out of the room, still admiring his outline. When he sighed for the fate of the characters, the draft paper in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Yu Zihuan stared at the densely packed scratch paper, ten lines in a glance, before Yu Zhile jumped up and snatched it away.

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

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

Yu Zhile's old face blushed. It was too shame for Yu Zihuan to see Mary Su's story, and he was embarrassed, but Yu Zihuan did not make any further comments, saying nonchalantly, "Go shopping."