Heaven’s Greatest Plan - Chapter 79

After Shen Junyi left, Zhao Yu sat on the sofa for a long time.

The place where his forehead was touched gently seemed to have residual warmth. She raised her hand and touched it, feeling a little sweet in her heart, and a little sour when she thought of what he said.

It turns out that the taste of love is sweet and sour.

The afternoon sun made people drowsy, Zhao Yu felt as if he was wrapped in a sweet light, lying on the sofa, even reluctant to open his eyes.

When I slept in a daze into the evening, someone knocked on the door outside.

She yawned to open the door, and when she saw Shen Junyi carrying a big bag and a bunch of flowers outside the door, she fell asleep and disappeared. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and Zhao Yu asked with an awkward look, “Why are you here again?”

Isn’t today’s confession over! Shouldn’t we leave enough time for each other to think about it and avoid meeting each other!

Shen Jun grinned intentionally, and handed her the bunch of bright poppies in his arms, “Good evening! Shall we have dinner together?”

Zhao Yu smelled the faint honey smell of poppies, and there were still drops of water on the petals, gliding across the crystal clear traces.

He gave her flowers for the first time.

Zhao Yu pursed his lower lip, reached out to take the bouquet, then glanced at the big bag he was holding, and coughed dryly and asked, “What did you buy?”

Shen Jun smiled and said, “I saw the paused picture on TV in the afternoon was eating pasta, so I bought the ingredients for the pasta.” He entered the room and closed the door, his eyes sparkling, “I’ll make it for you!”

Zhao Yu only remembered that the place where the play he was chasing was suspended in the afternoon happened to be the main character and the host eating in the restaurant.

But she didn’t explain, she just gave an “um”, watching him happily finished changing his shoes and ran into the kitchen with the bag.

The afterglow of the evening enveloped the entire room. Zhao Yu absently watched the TV for a while, then quietly walked to the kitchen door to look in. It’s ding ding dong dong dong, he wears the apron that Zhao Kangning wears every time he comes, humming the melody of the song written to her, and happily cutting the vegetables into dices while watching the guide on his mobile phone. Excited.

Zhao Yu looked for a while, then walked in with his sleeves rolled in, “I’ll wash the vegetables.”

Shen Jun turned his head to see her, and pushed the person out with his elbow. “No need, I’ll do it!” He pushed the person to the door, raised his elbow and gently rubbed her head, smiled and said, “Hey, wait for me outside. .”

Zhao Yu Ergen was a little hot, and he ran away.

I was worried that the pasta that needed to be prepared by looking at the guide would become a dark dish, but I didn’t expect the fragrance to float out of the kitchen after a while. People who have no talent in the game seem to be decent.

He brought the food to the table, clapped his hands and called her “It’s eating!”

Zhao Yu paused the TV and walked over slowly, stepping on his slippers. The pasta on the table was brightly colored, and there was a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice next to the plate.

He opened the chair for her, “I’ve tasted it, it’s not bad.”

The first time he received his flowers and the first time he ate the food he cooked, he seemed to really start chasing her seriously. Zhao Yu sat down at the dining table, feeling his heart beating a little fast.

Shen Jun leaned on the opposite side and looked at her with scorching eyes. After she took a bite, she asked expectantly, “Is it delicious?”

Zhao Yu nodded.

He smiled contentedly, “If you want to eat pasta from now on, I will cook it for you.”

After eating, he went to wash the dishes again, not even letting her touch the tablecloth, and when everything was cleaned up, he carried the garbage in the kitchen and waved to her, “Then I’m leaving.”

When Zhao Yu was eating just now, he was still entangled in his heart about what to say when they were alone at night. He didn’t expect him to walk so simply, but he was a bit stunned.

Shen Junyi has changed his shoes, as if he came here just to cook her a meal, and when he opened the door, he turned his head and said, “Remember to lock the door before going to bed.”

Zhao Yu nodded.

He smiled and said “bye bye.”

Zhao Yu also waved to him.

The door was locked, and the room became quiet again, only the aroma of the pasta has not yet diffused. She thought for a while, walked to the balcony and looked at the exit of the community. After a while, she saw his red sports car slowly coming out.

When he drove out of the community gate, he didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. His double lights flashed twice, as if he was greeting her. Zhao Yu flinched back.

The stars are particularly bright tonight.

A good dream night, Zhao Yu woke up very early the next day. She opened her eyes before the alarm clock went off. She was going to take a magazine shot today. She picked up the phone and took a look. She found that Shen Junyi got up earlier than her, and sent a WeChat message over half an hour ago.

――Shen Junyi today is Diga Ultraman’s birthday. Just copy and forward this message to the three groups, and your wallet will add 500 yuan. I tried it, it’s fake, and sometimes I get scolded.

Zhao Yugang’s sober brain was bewildered by this WeChat.

She returned three question marks.

――Shen Jun woke up intentionally? good Morning!

――Zhao Yu, what did you post?

――Shen Jun bared his teeth, a joke! Scientific research shows that waking up in the morning and smiling can help you stay in a good mood throughout the day! I will send you jokes every morning from now on, okay?

-Zhao Yu is not good! It is not funny!

――Shen Junyi is not funny today? I think it’s funny! It is estimated that you can’t get this stalk, it’s okay, I will send you one tomorrow that you can reach!

――Zhao Yu? ? ? Not allowed to hear it!

However, when he woke up the next morning, Zhao Yu still received a joke that he thought she could reach.

――Shen Junyi one day a patient from Sichuan went to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor asked him, are you allergic to medicine? The patient said that I can’t sip, I’m too ten

――Zhao Yu? ? ? ? ? ?

――Shen Junyi Xingyan, this can be reached now! It’s your Sichuan dialect joke! Although I didn’t understand what it meant, I still thought it was funny!

――Zhao Yu Kitchen Knife, if he makes a joke, he will be blacked out

――Shen Junyi [The other party withdrew a message]

――Zhao Yu [You receive a WeChat red envelope]

――Zhao Yu despised, why?

――Shen Junyi Star Eyes, don’t make jokes in the future, can you send red envelopes? Scientific research shows that getting up early every day will help you have good luck all day long!

――Zhao Yu…Where did you see these fallacies?

She huddled in the bed while spitting out while poking the red envelope, and the number 9999 popped out on the screen.

After that, getting up every morning to collect 9999 red envelopes became her daily routine.

It didn’t take long to be Ching Ming Festival.

At this time of the year, Shen Jun intends to go back to his hometown to visit the grave, and Zhao Yu would also ask someone to bring a bunch of flowers in front of Granny Shen’s grave if he could not go in previous years. This year just happened to have time, thinking of not going to worship for two years, when Shen Jun asked her, she agreed.

When she went to pay homage to Grandma Shen before, she was cautiously hiding her whereabouts, for fear that it would be another scandalous scandal being photographed by the media. Going with Shen Junyi this year, instead of having those worries.

However, the two flew from two cities to Hangzhou, and they did not meet the media who followed the film.

It rained again in Qingming this year.

The perennial deserted cemetery is only more popular today. The stone steps up the mountain are covered with white paper flying down under the light rain, and crying can be heard from time to time.

Zhao Yu secretly looked at Shen Junyi and found that there was no sadness on his face.

Or maybe it’s hidden from others.

He walked in front holding two bunches of white chrysanthemums, and looked back at her from time to time, “Look at the way, don’t fall.”

Zhao Yu said, “I’m not a kid.”

He handed the corner of his clothes over with worry, “The road is slippery, hold it.”

People coming and going up and down the mountain, the light rain in the air mixed with Bai Juxiang, Zhao Yu poked his mouth, but Yiyan held the corner of his clothes.

The flowers in front of Granny Shen’s tomb have withered. Shen Jun put on a new one and said with a smile, “Grandma, I’ll take Xiaoyu to see you.”

The old man on the stele smiled amiably.

Zhao Yu walked over and bowed with red eyes.

Shen Junyi began to clean the dead branches and leaves in front of the tomb, and wiped the photos of grandma on the stone tablet with his cuffs. Looking back at Zhao Yu, who was squatting on the ground picking up the rotten pieces of paper, he said in a low voice, “Grandma, don’t you like Xiao Yu so much, I’m trying to make her your granddaughter, you Remember to bless me.”

Zhao Yu finished picking up the trash and watched him squat down there and whispered, and couldn’t help asking, “What are you talking about?”

Shen Jun pretended to pull his sleeves and wipe the tombstone, “I’m chatting with my grandma, and let her bless our movie to win the big prize.”

Zhao Yu angrily taught him, “This kind of thing is so fiercely competitive, and blessing it is very hard, okay? You don’t want to trouble your grandma!”

Shen Jun smiled and touched the photo on the stone tablet, “Xiaoyu was right! Grandma, I was wrong, you don’t have to bless our movie to win the big prize!” He silently added “Grandma, you just need to bless me to catch Xiaoyu. what.”

After worshipping Grandma Shen, I went to worship Father Shen again.

It was the first time that Zhao Yu paid homage to Shen Junyi’s father. Although it felt a little weird, it was all here, and he naturally bowed respectfully to the elders. It was the first time she saw a photo of Father Shen. The father and son looked alike, and their eyes were clean and pure when they laughed.

The Qingming rain will be bigger and younger, and Shen Jun intends to wipe the rain off her face with paper, “Go back.”

Zhao Yu nodded, and the two turned down the mountain.

When walking down the path next to Grandma Shen’s tombstone, a pair of mother and child with umbrellas also walked down. The cemetery was quiet, but the teenage boy was crying. The woman holding the umbrella coaxed in a low voice, and walked down in a hurry.

Zhao Yu pulled Shen Junyi’s arm, intending to make way for the hurried mother and son.

But seeing Shen Jun paused in place, he stared at the mother and son under the umbrella.

When she walked to her eyes, the woman also looked up, she was a casual glance, and when she saw Shen Junyi, her expression was also stiff. A few seconds later, he greeted a little awkwardly, “Yes.”

Shen Jun pursed his lower lip, then turned his eyes and smiled “Mom.”