Yunshishi's eyes widened with surprise. Why did the man suddenly take an interest in her hands?

She is still washing dishes, and her hands are full of detergent and oil. Doesn't he feel dirty?

Besides, her hands are not good-looking. Why is he staring at them?

In fact, she didn't do much housework when she was a child.

But after the collapse of the cloud family, she began to learn to do housework. When she was in college, she worked hard for a study and a job.

She remembered that when she was in college, manicure was popular in her class. Almost every girl in her class would go to manicure happily when she arrived at the holiday, but she couldn't. She had to work. If she did manicure, it would be inconvenient to work.

At that time, what she did most was to brush the bowl. She brushed thousands of dishes a day. Her back was sore. Her hands were soaked in oil and water all the year round, so they were rough.

So much so that she felt dejected for a time. Originally a good pair of hands, to her toss so ugly.

The more he stared at her, the more embarrassed she was. She shrunk her hand, but was held tightly by him. Yunshishi was angry when he said, "why do you always stare at my hand?"

Muyazhe suddenly chuckled and said, "you are so ugly."

Yun Shishi's face suddenly darkened, gnashing his teeth and saying, "muyazhe You!! Is my hand as ugly as you say? "

"He smiled:" but, look again, it's pretty good-looking

Cloud poetry stupefied, mistakenly thought that was own ear appeared the illusion to hear, "ha?"

Later, she said her hand was ugly, later, she said it was pretty, this man How can it be so contradictory.

"Why are there so many calluses?" He asked suddenly in a deep voice.

Yun Shishi reluctantly retracted, clapped his hand open heavily, and then buried himself in washing the bowl. Suddenly, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "I used to brush the bowl often, maybe because I often soaked in oil and water. Well Work study, when life is forced, we have done heavy work. "

"Heavy work?"

"Moving company."

"You still do this?"

"No way, the salary is high, so..." Cloud poetry didn't go on.

In the kitchen, there was a moment of silence.

Muyazhe didn't speak, but she said quietly: "you were born with a golden spoon when you were so young. You have no worries about food and clothing. How can the noble childe who came from a rich family understand our poor civilian life? How can you understand that there are people in the world who are willing to move bricks for a full meal when they are used to delicacies? "

She suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, "I have a classmate who holds several positions for work study. You don't have to worry about that, for the most part. So is there a big difference in the world we lived in when we were little

There was no movement for a long time.

His breath was still soft and warm.

In the kitchen, there was a splash of water.

For a long time, he didn't speak again. For a long time, yunshishi mistakenly thought that he had said something that made him angry. He suddenly heard him say, "so God let you meet me."

Cloud poetry a Zheng.

"God loves you and thinks you should be happy, so you meet me." "And God is a little jealous of me. He thinks my life is too luxurious, so he let me meet you."

Cloud poetry is stunned, Zhang Zhang lip, but ultimately no voice.