"No," Zhou Ming said blankly, "It's a friend of mine, I'll tell him..."

"Did you confess?" Jin Xiaoshan continued, "It's so exciting! How did you reply?"

Zhou Ming regretted it even more, and decided to break his decision not to go out for the next two days, and go to Lin Mengmeng's house tomorrow to join the marriage urging army, so that he still has the mind to talk nonsense.

"No one confesses to my friend." Zhou Ming turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light gently shone on his handsome side face. "It's that person who thinks too much."

"Oh...," Jin Xiaoshan pondered for a while, "Then what do you think?"

"I?"

Jin Xiaoshan seemed to be holding a mobile phone video on the balcony, wearing thin pajamas, the wind outside made him shiver, and shrank his shoulders involuntarily.

"That is, if it's you, what do you think if a man confesses to you?"

Zhou Ming thought about it seriously, and whispered, "I haven't thought about it."

"Then think about it now."

Imagine that someone of the same sex confessed to him, Zhou Ming would not feel disgusted or disgusted, but felt a little strange.

It was as if butterflies were born to gather honey, but one fluttered its wings and landed on his fingertips. Sitting with him on the ridge of the field to watch the sunset and listen to the breeze, he stood up and walked forward, and the butterfly followed suit.Flying forward, on the long road, neither of them spoke to each other, but in the night full of stars, the evening wind would blow it to my side, rest on my shoulders, and say good night to each other.

But butterflies belong to flowers, and they have been following human beings to eat wind and drink dew, and they will die.

For no reason, if a man expressed his love to him, Zhou Ming imagined such a scene.

This meant that he didn't know what response to the butterfly.

"Yo, are you really interested?" Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Jin Xiaoshan moved closer to the screen and carefully looked at his small expression, "Oh, why do you think so much, like it is like it, it has nothing to do with genderAge doesn't matter."

Zhou Ming smiled softly: "Yes, it has nothing to do with the species, my favorite is Huahua."

"Teacher sent you four words," Jin Xiaoshan snorted, "Let it be - don't you always do this?"

"Well, I see," Zhou Ming said, "Good evening, teacher..."

"To put it more bluntly, let nature take its course," Jin Xiaoshan continued, "If you're telling the truth, it's called pretending to be dead. That's your style. Think about it on your own. My brother is asleep."

After turning off the video, Zhou Ming held his forehead helplessly, feeling a little ridiculous.

I haven't written horoscope yet, but have thought so much.

He put away his troubled thoughts and decided to get up tomorrow and make some strawberry cake rolls to take to Lin's house. Although he doesn't like sweets, he loves the warm aroma when it is baked, which is enough to make him ignore all his troubles.

When Zhou Ming woke up, it was just after eight o'clock.

After a long stretch on the bed, he yawned and went to take a shower. When the cool water splashed on his face, he finally woke up a little.

Yes, I'm going to make cake rolls today, and then go to Lin Mengmeng's house to make fire.

With a side of boiled eggs, toast and hot milk, Zhou Ming finished his breakfast slowly and went to the kitchen to start preparations.

Aunt Lin Hong had already called. He looked at the time and saw that he was just in time to go over to have lunch with a pastry.

Pick a few fresh eggs, preheat the oven, separate the egg whites and yolks, and put the egg whites in the refrigerator to cool down a little, so that they can remain stable without adding too much sugar. Since he started making pastries, Zhou Ming knows that the cakes outsideHow much sugar and oil are added in the store to have such a sweet taste.

After adding sugar to the egg yolk, beat it with a manual egg beater until the color becomes lighter, then take out the egg white and beat it until it is thick and foamy, then add sugar, continue to beat until it is dense, then add sugar, wait until it is wet and foamy, and you can see small sharp corners when you put it outMix well with the egg yolk, sift in the low-gluten flour, and then pour in the melted butter milk. Zhou Ming slowly pours the cake liquid into the baking tray covered with oil paper, gently shakes out the air bubbles, 180 degrees, 15 minutes, heAfter adjusting the oven time, I calmly made myself a cup of barley tea.

Just after drinking the hot tea, there was a "ding" sound from the oven, and the next thing is much simpler. After it is out of the oven and cooled, roll up the cake embryo, spread the prepared strawberry jam in the middle, and put it on the cake.Chill in the refrigerator to set.

Zhou Ming let out a sigh of satisfaction, and nestled comfortably on the sofa. It was still early, and he was going to watch TV with the kitten in his arms, but found that the remote control could not be found.

where is it?Zhou Ming looked around at the TV cabinet, then went back to the sofa to continue searching. Just as he lifted a pillow, he found a book.

It was the horror novel I borrowed.

Actually forgot to return it.

Zhou Ming immediately apologized in his heart, and planned to pick up the book and put it in the most conspicuous place by the door, so that he could send it to the studio when he went downstairs, but the moment his fingertips just touched the cover, that kind of disheveled and playful mentalityAppeared quietly.

In broad daylight, Zhou Ming boldly thought, I'll just watch it for a while.

He leaned on the sofa, opened the book quietly and continued to read. This book uses the shell of weird folk customs to tell the story of the retribution of the heartless man., and finally went crazy. Of course, it was revealed at the end of the article that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals could not become spirits. Those nagging supernatural phenomena were all arranged by her enthusiastic friend after the heroine passed away.

In a word, it is actually a cool article with horror elements.

Zhou Ming has a habit of looking for spoilers in advance when he is afraid to read it, so he is mentally prepared. Therefore, although he has not finished reading this book, he already knows the general direction of the story, but when he sees some of the descriptions in it,Still a little trembling.

"Forget it," he resolutely gave up, no longer trying to challenge himself, and poked the kitten on his lap with his slender fingers. "See, the unscrupulous will be punished!"

Huahua buried her face in the circle of her tail and ignored him.

"Oh, I forgot," Zhou Ming was still poking, "You're a little girl."

Huahua licked her fur vigorously towards the place where she was poked.

"I forgot," Zhou Ming continued to hold his hand, "You've already been sterilized hahahahaha~"

Huahua finally couldn't take it anymore, and bit his hand lightly, leaving a few shallow teeth marks. Then Zhou Ming stood up with a smile, went to wash his hands, took out the cake roll, and squeezed cream on itPut the strawberries on, put them in the box, and get ready to go.

Of course, he didn't forget to return the book to the studio.

After coming out of the studio, we went to the parking lot. On the way, we had to pass the shop rented out to Ji Yunqing. The inside had been completely renovated and was being aired and ventilated. The man seemed not in a hurry at all, and he didn’t advertise the business, so he just let every inch of land be expensive.Shop wastes time.

Do you want to give Ji Yunqing a strawberry jam?

Zhou Ming thought about it and decided to give it away, otherwise it would be too coy and not polite enough.

After making up his mind, he pressed the car key and set off, planning to knock on the opposite door when he came back in the afternoon.

Speaking of which, since Ji Yunqing moved here, he has never visited the house.

Of course, this was also Zhou Ming's initial expectation. To have a quiet neighbor, it is best not to even count as nodding acquaintances, and to close the door and not disturb each other, but Ji Yunqing is a very good friend, so this will no longer count.

The Lin family arrived soon. Lin Mengmeng works as a personal trainer in the gym. Relatively speaking, her working hours are more flexible. Seeing Zhou Ming get off the car, she immediately rushed forward wagging her tail, and took the cake box with a flattering expression.

Zhou Ming took out the bought green dates from the trunk again. He tasted good yesterday, but he couldn't pass on the things Ji Yunqing sent to others, so he bought another one at the fruit shop downstairs, and brought a piece for the old man to taste.

"Go and wash your hands," Lin Hong stuck her head out from the kitchen, "The little crispy fish will be out of the pot immediately!"

Lin Mengmeng snorted coldly: "I don't like fish, my mother is busy doing all the cooking for you today."

"That's because you are clumsy," Zhou Ming greeted Mr. Lin, "I'm here, how is your health recently?"

"Very good," the old man said with a smile, "kill you instantly on the chessboard!"

Lin Mengmeng had finished washing her hands and came out: "Oh, my dad's words are fashionable, and he killed them in seconds."

"I heard that the word of a single dog yesterday," Zhou Ming wiped his hand slowly, sat down next to the old man, and asked with concern, "How is Mengmeng's recent emotional state?"

Lin Mengmeng's heart bells were loud, and before he waited for him to make Zhou Ming's eyes, his old man had lowered his voice and began to complain.

"People in their early thirties should find the object. Although I don't rush to hug her grandson, Mengmeng's mother is anxious to get angry."

"That's how," Zhou Ming hated the iron and did not become steel. "Such a big person, I remember how to play the game every day, I have to hurry up."

Lin Mengmeng raised his arms and hit the opponent: "You are single, what qualifications do you have to say me?"

"I have started to work hard," Zhou Ming continued to flicker. "Meng Meng didn't have my heart, so he will take him to the people's park in the evening.","

Father Lin knocked his son's head with a newspaper: "Did you hear it? Let your mother take you over tonight!"

Lin Mengmeng was about to attack, and suddenly thought of something, showing a cheap expression.

"Okay, then don't leave, let's go together at night."

The smile on Zhou Ming's face solidified.