Deer in the forest in early autumn

Two days after returning to Lin Sen'an's home, Shen Yanqiu still couldn't adapt to life in a wheelchair.
It's just a broken bone, why make such a big deal out of it?

[Lin Sen'an, why don't you come back and buy me a walking stick!] The WeChat message was sent. Shen Yanqiu withdrew her frozen and stiff hands. She looked around the living room and finally saw that the glass window on the north light blue wall was not closed tightly.

The bleak wind blew in from the window like a monster, and the monster's claws scratched her face, causing some pain.
"Aunt Zhang, are you still home?" Shen Yanqiu asked tentatively. After waiting for a while, no one responded to her.

Sure enough, Aunt Zhang should have gone out to buy groceries at this time. Lin Nanwu was invited by her good friend to go to the amusement park in the morning.
Now I am the only poor kid left here.

Shen Yanqiu turned the wheelchair and returned to the room on the first floor where he had lived for the past few days. This was a room facing the sun, with the walls painted a light warm yellow, and a feather-shaped lamp above the head. The curtains were divided into a thin white layer of gauze and a thick Nordic-style monochrome curtain below. On the 1.8-meter-high bed was a set of pure cotton bear sheets.

Lin Nanwu once told Shen Yanqiu mysteriously that the decoration in this room was chosen by herself for sister Xiaoqiu. Now, taking a closer look, it is indeed very childlike.

Shen Yanqiu waited in the room with his phone for a long time, but still did not receive any reply from Lin Sen'an.
Someone on the other side left for the team early today. I heard from Nan Wu that Lin Sen'an has just become the assistant coach of the Sen team.

I guess you're busy?
【No. 】
Lin Sen'an's cold rejection came as his phone vibrated.
Shen Yanqiu was unwilling to give in, so she quickly replied. [Isn't a cane good? Lin Sen'an, I'll pay for it. I'll pay for it.]

【No, it’s OK.】 Like it was intentional.
【Draw a circle emoticon】
Shen Yanqiu: Lin Sen'an, you eat instant noodles without seasoning packet [Voice]
【A childish ghost is equal to Qiuqiu. 】
When Shen Yanqiu saw this, he suddenly felt that his phone was a little hot. Unconsciously, he threw the phone in a perfect parabola onto the bed sheet of Little Bear.

It seemed as if Lin Sen'an had just jumped out from the other end of the phone, laughing unscrupulously and whispering in her ear: Qiuqiu, you childish ghost.
Shen Yanqiu knew that he was panicking again.
It's always like this when facing Lin Sen'an.

What about career ambition? Shen Yanqiu.
Mumbling, she turned her head and looked at the easel standing by the French window.
A painting of the sea comes to life.

The blue sea waves rolled up white foam, and the sky was filled with orange-pink sunset glow. A small white wooden house was located on the coast. Both sides of the wooden house were full of red roses.

Close your eyes and hear the sea breeze.
The warm, moist, and delicate wind turns into gentle hands that gently touch people's faces.

Everything is wonderful.
What does the sea you long for look like?
Shen Yanqiu didn't know and had never heard Z mention it.

In this picture of the sea, Shen Yanqiu hides some personal emotions. May everything you love become the sea.
Then I wish that everyone who sees this painting may all his love turn into the sea.
I hope Z will be satisfied with this gentle painting of "The Sea".

Lin Sen'an stared at the screen of his mobile phone for a long time. He seemed to think of Shen Yanqiu's awkward look at this time. Qiuqiu has always been a paper tiger.
The voice of Team Leader Yin came from behind: Master Yu, the last review meeting is about to begin again.

"Okay." He put down his phone. He had just taken over the assistant coach job recently, so he was a bit busy. But, Qiuqiu. He couldn't let it go.
Now, at least, Shen Yanqiu lives in his own home.
The one who is close to the water gets the moon first, and his moon is always in his heart.

"Are you Qiuqiu's good friend Fang Cheng? I'm Lin Sen'an."
Fang Cheng glanced at Lin Sen'an. The man in front of him was full of vigor and vitality. He was dressed in a neat black suit and stood tall as a tree. The superior features on his face were carved like a child of destiny.

Lin Sen'an glanced at his wrist and saw the hands of the silver watch ticking away.
It's not too late.
Fang Cheng happened to be passing by and took Qiuqiu's luggage home.

Fang Cheng nodded quickly, "Yes." Then he said, "Please wait a moment." Then he turned and went in to get Shen Yanqiu's luggage.
As she walked, she thought: I rarely heard Qiuqiu mention Lin Sen'an before.

It is true that seeing this person is believing.
It gives people a sense of nobility, coolness and distance.

But he is handsome enough.
As expected, he is the God of Island, his appearance is absolutely stunning.
"Lin Sen'an, here." Fang Cheng dragged a pink suitcase out from the door.

Lin Sen'an nodded slightly and took the suitcase.
"Qiuqiu has a few boxes of things in the living room. Can you please give me a hand? They are a bit heavy."

Lin Sen'an moved several boxes of Shen Yanqiu's things to his car, and stuffed the pink suitcase into the trunk. His movements were smooth and elegant. He politely and courteously said goodbye to Fang Cheng, then started the black car and drove away.

Looking at the direction where the black car disappeared, Fang Cheng had already edited a message praising the God of Islet.
[Qiuqiu, your island god is so handsome! 】
Beep, sent successfully.

Back to Beiyuan No. 99. It was getting dark, and the setting sun had just disappeared from the horizon.
Lin Sen'an took the box down from the back seat of the car and walked to the steps at the door.
During the bumpy ride, a somewhat old basketball rolled out of the cardboard box.

As the basketball rolled onto the lawn in the yard, Lin Sen'an squinted his eyes. He lowered his eyes and saw clearly the beautiful handwriting densely written on the basketball.

He recognized that it was Shen Yanqiu's handwriting.
This... Lin Sen'an walked over, bent down, gently picked up the basketball, and looked at it carefully.
[Lin Sen'an, don't you want me anymore? ]
[Lin Sen'an, I have waited for you for another year. ]
[Lin Sen'an, believe it or not, I don't like you anymore. ]

Instantly, Lin Sen'an's heart trembled. Shen Yanqiu's grievance was like a sharp sword stabbing at him, but wasn't he the one who started it?

He hugged the basketball tightly in his arms.
Qiuqiu, this time, I won’t let go.

"Brother, you're back!" Lin Nanwu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the game ending screen flashing on his phone.
"Lost?" Lin Sen'an teased. "Come and move the suitcase." He pointed his slender hand at a pink suitcase outside the door.

"Brother, you brought back Sister Xiaoqiu's luggage today! Okay, I happened to be tired from playing games."
"Are you tired of losing?" Lin Sen'an raised his eyebrows.

Lin Nanwu's cool face showed a little more discomfort. He put on the hood of his sweatshirt hastily, jumped off the sofa immediately, and trotted to move the luggage at the door to the door of Shen Yanqiu's room. Then he went upstairs in a flash.

Lin Sen'an took off his suit jacket and gently placed it on the fabric sofa. He also moved the remaining boxes at the door in.
He stood at Shen Yanqiu's door and hesitated, and finally put down his hand that was about to knock.

Turned and walked into the kitchen.
Most of the three meals a day are home-cooked meals prepared by Aunt Zhang.
Today, Lin Sen'an wanted to cook dinner by himself, so he sent a message to Aunt Zhang in advance.

Fresh ingredients are laid out in the refrigerator.
Translucent and plump shrimps, bright green broccoli, verdant celery, beef that looked strong, orange eggs, etc. Lin Sen'an took a look and took out the ingredients one by one.

Shen Yanqiu seemed to hear footsteps outside the door in a daze.
Maybe Lin Sen'an is back?
She waited until she finished the last line drawing before slowly moving the drawing board away.
The wind blew the white gauze curtains, and the last rays of sunset sprinkled into the room fell on the wooden floor. Mottled and transparent spots of light were imprinted on her white plush shoes, which were slightly warm.

When she was leaving, she heard some noise in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, she saw the tall Lin Sen'an standing there in a white apron, stirring food with a wooden spatula in his hand.

The pot was steaming, and the fresh aroma of the plump shrimp and the fresh fragrance of broccoli mixed together, it was wonderful.
This scene was a little unexpected for her.

Lin Sen'an, the househusband? A sudden thought flashed through his mind. Shen Yanqiu couldn't help laughing.
"Qiuqiu, wait a moment." Lin Sen'an quickly put the prepared broccoli and shrimp stir-fry on a plate.

"Lin Sen'an, when did you learn to cook? I remember you never touched a drop of water before." Shen Yanqiu couldn't help but ask curiously. "Abroad." Lin Sen'an's voice came slowly, but what came into his eyes was his bleak eyes.

Shen Yanqiu was a little hesitant and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just frowned to himself.
Abroad, these three words seem to have a crack and have become words that cannot be touched casually?
On the solid wood dining table.
Lin Nanwu was enjoying his meal: "Brother, your cooking skills are almost as good as Aunt Zhang. It's a pity that Aunt Zhang is off work, otherwise I would ask her to give you a rating."

Lin Sen'an smiled faintly and put the tender beef he had just picked up in his hand into Shen Yanqiu's bowl.
Shen Yanqiu was stunned. She glanced at Lin Sen'an, then looked at the little girl Lin Nanwu who was covering her mouth and laughing.

Face, flushed red.
Like a beautiful fruit tomato.
"It's...delicious. Really, delicious."

"Sister Xiaoqiu, you must not know that during the days you were in the hospital, my brother got up early every day to cook porridge for you. But he never gave me a sip of porridge!" Lin Nanwu seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but blurt it out. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Sen'an, who was calm and composed.

Did you cook the porridge yourself?
For some reason, Shen Yanqiu's eyes felt a little moist.
"Do you think it's a bit windy tonight?" She said without thinking and rubbed her eyes.

There was silence at the table.
"Bang!" Lin Nanwu's leg was kicked by Lin Sen'an from under the tablecloth.
"Yes, brother, there was a strong wind just now." Lin Nanwu nodded confidently.

"Qiuqiu, come and try this dish of fried broccoli with shrimp." Lin Sen'an was calm as if nothing had happened just now.
Shen Yanqiu never thought that the scene when she met Lin Sen'an again one day would be like this. What happened at the dinner table just now was like the little happiness in the brisk life, and it seemed very happy and warm.

She knew that her cooking skills were just bad food. If she cooked for herself, the kitchen would have exploded a long time ago.
Come, please try the burnt chicken wings and half-cooked cucumber soup...
The warmth is broken.

Shen Yanqiu stopped thinking too much and shook her head like a rattle.
"Ding Dong" the doorbell rang!
Shen Yanqiu saw Lin Nanwu jumping and running to open the door but just stood there in a daze.
She couldn't help but push her wheelchair to the door, and then she was also stunned.

"Hello, Qiuqiu girl. I'm Grandpa Lin."
The person opposite didn't seem surprised to see Shen Yanqiu, and smiled kindly and warmly.

Oh my god! Across the street is... Lin Sen'an's grandfather.
So panicked.

(End of this chapter)