Chapter 11:

At this moment, the senbei upstairs was looking around with surprise and novelty.
She has lived outside for two years, and for the first time she rented such a pleasing place...
The whole room looks like a model house with a minimalist white style.
For example, in her room, there is a deliberately distressed pure white wooden wardrobe, and three watercolor frames with different shapes of birds are placed above it. The bed was large, with a log frame, and soft pillows and bedding seemed to be stuffed into clouds.
The windows in the room are not big, but they are light enough. Facing the window, there is a gray-blue wrought iron coffee table and two folding chairs.
A pot of succulents with excellent appearance is placed on it, where you can have a break and drink tea.
Xianbei pulled the gauze curtain to avoid the light, and packed his luggage one by one. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Senbei opened the door with a hand fan, and there was no one outside.
When she first arrived, she didn't dare...run around. Although Chen Zhuo had told her to visit before leaving.
Close the door, Senbei returns to the desk, opens the tablet, and prepares for work.
However, I couldn't calm down, so I had to give up.
Putting the earphones in her ears, Senbei lay back on the bed, and she slowly closed her eyes in the soft music.
...

As the evening approached, Chen Zhuo went upstairs.
The shop was very busy, but he was a little absent-minded from time to time, imagining what the little girl upstairs was doing.
Back on the second floor, the living room was dark and the lights were not turned on.
Chen Zhuo was not surprised. He stretched out his hand and turned on the light, and the next moment he looked in a certain direction—
In the bedroom arranged for Senbei, the door was closed tightly, without a trace of light.
Chen Zhuo glanced at his watch, it was almost six o'clock.
He walked to the door of the girl's room, raised his hand, and had a rest.
After a few centimeters from the door, he stopped for a while, and finally knocked on it.
Boom twice.
Nothing happened.
Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, added gravity, and knocked again.
At this time, there was a bang from the door, followed by the sound of slippers wiping the floor quickly.
slower.
Chen Zhuo said in his heart, the corners of his lips were already smiling.
The "chacha" of the sole of the shoe against the floor, stopped at a place getting closer and closer.
Then, the door was pulled open a slit.
Seems familiar, reappeared yesterday.
Chen Zhuo stared, and stopped at the door, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat at night?"
There was no movement in the door for a while, and the girl's tiny voice emerged: "I'm not hungry..."
Stopped: "I myself will order takeaway..."
"Is the takeaway clean?" Chen Zhuo replied subconsciously. After a second, he realized that this description was too map gun, so he added: "Zhongyi is very clean."
The girl stopped squeaking.
"Drawing?" Chen Zhuo asked again.
Senbei said "um", and there was no more information.
Chen Zhuo no longer forced her to talk to herself. He knew early in the morning that this girl was a little autistic and too introverted.
But he spent two days reading her comics, not to mention that the wild style of painting far exceeded his expectation. The girl's wild imagination, colorful fantasy world view, and twists and turns of the plot made him amazed.
Many lonely creators reject social interactions and neglect to express themselves, but there is a universe in their writing.
This kind of people's inner breadth may be broader and larger than his kind, social people who can speak well.
Therefore, the man left only one sentence, "Then you are busy, I'm just here to ask", and turned around and left.

Senbei brought the door to the door, but still clutching the handle, lingering in the original position.
How did she vaguely smell a hint of unpleasantness when the man just said that?
Xianbei always felt that where he had seen this stalk, he simply took out his mobile phone, what is the meaning of Baidu's "Then you are busy"?
Waiting for the answers to jump out one by one, Senbei looked around, banging his head on the door a lot.
Sure enough, make her new landlord unhappy.
Senbei circled the room. Once she fell into an anxious mood, the state she showed completely confirmed one sentence--
"The ants on the hot pot go round and round."
Xianbei was thinking, do you want to send a text message and tell him, I'm not busy...
Or just rush out of the room and say I’m not busy, it’s better to put on a smile or something.
Under the fence, she didn't want to be unhappy on the first day. But it's so difficult, why is it so difficult.
After struggling for a long time, the door was knocked twice.
Senbei was taken aback and looked there.
The man's voice followed closely: "I made a bowl of noodles for you and put it at the door."
He paused for a second: "There is still a cup of milk tea. On the first day you came, I didn't prepare it. Milk tea will be an apologize.
Then there was the sound of his footsteps away...
TAT...
Others are so good, but I am so unbelievable.
The one who should be apologized is how well she is...
Xianbei Nu's mouth slowly moved to the door.
After hesitating for a while, she mustered up her courage and opened the door.
There was only a small lamp in the room, but the living room was extremely bright.
Light and fragrance poured in at once, the light in the living room alone, and the fragrance of milk tea, sweet enough to sip the nose. Senbei narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head slightly, and saw the wooden tray on the floor.
In the mug, a cup of mellow milk tea, with a milky white mist.
A stoneware-fired bowl, chopsticks and spoons are placed on a paper towel next to it.
A bowl of noodles with good color, flavor, and taste. The ingredients are neatly arranged on the surface. The emerald green vegetables, the red and tender barbecued pork, the egg yolk in the poached egg seems to be lightly shaken. The soup base is about some kind of broth, it smells delicious.
Senbei swallowed, grunting, and his stomach screamed.
There is an experience called starvation. The stomach can always surrender without a blow.
Senbei bit his finger, got up and picked up the tray.
She raised her eyes timidly and quickly found Chen Zhuo.
The man stood with his back in front of the counter in the open kitchen, probably focusing on his bowl, not paying attention to it.
Senbei didn't take the food and drink back to the bedroom, but took a small step, walked to the dining table and sat on it.
The design of the dining table resembles a bar counter.
On the high chair, Senbei held up his lower body before sitting up hard, with his calves hanging in the air.
Xianbei took a sip of the milk tea, and tears rolled in his heart instantly.
Oh, this is the taste...this taste...
Just right silky, full of dreams...
Her original taste is three points sweet, her old lover, old friend.
At this moment, Chen Zhuo turned around and saw the extra people at the table, his eyes were startled, and he immediately smiled.
The little thing walked silently, he didn't notice it for a moment.
However, it seems that his...cheese, no, the milk tea trap, the first experiment, still had some effect, at least it lured the timid little hamster out of the hole and appeared.
Senbei whispered the delicious noodles while indulging in the long-lost milk tea.
Heaven on earth, but so be it.
It wasn't until a long figure came to the mask that Senbei recovered and looked forward unconsciously.
After touching the man's smiling eyes, it exploded into static electricity again, and then hurriedly retracted, staring at the soup in the bowl.
"Is it delicious?" The man in front of him sat down.
Buried in the noodle bowl, nodded.
"Is it enough?" Chen Zhuo continued to ask.
The girl continued to nod.
Chen Zhuo looked at her again and went to eat his own.
No longer affect the little girl, eating distracted and prone to indigestion.
In this box, shattered and fluffy bangs were used as a cover, and Senbei quietly raised her eyelids and peeked at the man opposite.
He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and straight, the bridge of his nose was high, his cheeks were thin, and he was eating a bowl of noodles similar to his own.
Seeing that the man had the intention of finding out, Senbei bowed his head in a thunderous manner, licking the noodles in his mouth.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Senbei raised his mouth uncontrollably.
Secretly happy.
No matter how hard I pressed my lips, I couldn't stop.
She didn't know what she was laughing at.
A meal was finished silently.
Senbei wiped his mouth with a tissue and stood up to clean up.
Chen Zhuo glanced at her: "Let it go, I'll come."
Senbei paused with both hands, took a deep breath, and another deep breath. In the end he was weak and weak: "...I'm not busy..."
God knows how much effort she spent on saying these words, these three words.
I was just afraid of his upset.
Not busy? Chen Zhuo frowned and didn't react for a while.
But the next second, he suddenly understood, laughed, and deliberately joked back: "Are you going to help me wash the dishes?"
The answer is lower than the mosquito: "...it is also possible..."
"No need," Chen Zhuo became more and more uncontrollable. At the end he sternly said, "Will you be busy here, will you be busy later?"
After the meeting was about to rush the manuscript, Xianbei nodded subconsciously, woke up, and shook with vigor, making her bangs tremble.
Chen Zhuo was amused by her reaction and only said, "It seems to be busy. I need your help with something, but now I have to go downstairs. Will you wait for me for a few minutes?"
Senbei nodded super obediently.

The cups and plates were taken to the kitchen by Chen Zhuo.
Senbei sat in the same place, waiting in a daze.
A few minutes, really only a few minutes.
After a while, Chen Zhuo came up and put something in front of her.
Senbei took a closer look, eh? Is it a drink?
It is yellow and clear, with a sweet and greasy mango scent, and the white milk cap is still soft and thick, super solid.
The man opposite began to introduce: "The strawberry model sold very well before. This is a new product. The cheese is very mango, and it contains freshly squeezed mango juice mixed with green tea. The tea taste is very weak."
He lifted his chin: "How about drinking and drinking?"
I want her to test again...
Senbei couldn't help being flattered and feeling overwhelmed. I just ate other people's food, so I must make it.
At the moment, Senbei lowered his head and subconsciously looked for a straw, but there was a simple drink in front of him, and there were no extra drinking props.
Chen Zhuo paid attention to her movements and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Senbei stretched out two index fingers and gestured a long thing in the air.
"straw?"
Senbei agrees.
Chen Zhuo leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, a little puzzled: "Do you use a straw to drink milk?"
Isn't it? Senbei blinked.
The man leaned forward and put his hands back on the table. He picked up the cup at will and lifted a small lid on it: "Drinking milk lid type tea is best to drink directly."
He twisted his wrist slightly: "Like this, the cup is tilted, the entrance is a smooth milk cover, then the flesh, and finally the tea is full of aroma."
Chen Zhuo put the cup back again: "The chance that the straw can reach the milk cap at first is not great, and it will not reach the best taste."
Rui Guaner.
So she kept drinking the wrong thing? Is this the correct posture for drinking tea?
Then the strawberry milk cover last time... Isn't her evaluation very watery...
Feeling ashamed of being exposed and criticized on the spot, Senbei's face turned red all of a sudden, and he hurriedly said: "Yes... I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry?" Chen Zhuo probably understood what she meant: "You usually drink a lot of milk tea. I don't understand how to drink milk tea. It's normal."
Chen Zhuo smiled slightly: "There is no absoluteness in the world, how do you like it and drink it."
Senbei was still flustered and didn't dare to squeeze the cup of mango milk cap rashly.
Chen Zhuo stared at her, and Pian Zhao asked, "Do you want me to demonstrate?"
There are other expected infections, senbei is unresponsive, demonstration? What demonstration?
Without answering, I saw Chen Zhuo picking up the cup in front of her again: "Shall I take a sip first? Then you come?"
It's the kind of slinky and smiling tone again.
Senbei's face can easily be scalded by this tone. Not only the face, but also the ears and head are warm:
...Does it mean that...you want to drink the same glass with her? This way... will it be too close...
In a few seconds, she heard the man chuckle and saw him put down the drink again, she felt him stand up, as if leaving the table.
But in the next second, Senbei's back became straight and it was difficult to move.
Because his forehead and hair were rubbed twice with one hand.
The owner of the hand was laughing, with a deep breath: "It's funny."