Yin Yang paper

"Little thin monkey, call me sister to listen." Qu Menghu plucked Qu He's hair and pulled it all over his forehead, making it look like a chicken coop.

"Little Meng!" Qu Shuo patted her hand aside: "Pay attention to your posture."

Qu Meng hugged Qu Shuo's arm with a playful smile: "Third Brother, why are you unhappy? Don't tell me that when you are at home."

Qu He stayed away silently, he was not used to this kind of enthusiasm.

Mantou poked a head in through the crack of the door, and stared at the three people with confused little eyes.

"Ah! Where did the dog come from?" Qu Meng seemed to have discovered the New World, grabbed the steamed bun and kneaded it: "I have wanted to have a dog for a long time, but my father refused to let me. Third brother~ I like it~"

Qu Shuo said lightly, "This is Qu He's family, so don't think about it."

"Third brother, you can't do this, why can't I raise a thin monkey if you can?" Qu Menghu flashed her eyes with smoky makeup, trying to be cute.

"Mantou has spirituality, otherwise I wouldn't let it follow into Qu's house." Qu Shuo said.

"It?" Qu Meng stopped holding Mantou's ear, staring at Mantou in disbelief.

Mantou took the opportunity to escape from Qu Meng's clutches and slid behind Qu He, whimpering from time to time.

Qu He knelt down and stroked its fur, while smoothing the messy hair around its eyes.

"Mantou likes to dress up, don't mess with its hair." Qu He said angrily: "Also, my name is Qu He, can you stop barking?"

Qu Meng clapped her hands and looked at Qu He and smiled: "Hey, no big or small, call me sister! Also, aren't you just a little skinny monkey? You don't know how ugly you were when you were young, black and thin, hey, yes, There are photos, come, come, sister, I will show you." Then he turned around Qu He's neck and walked to the side.

Mantou got down on his stomach and put his paws in front of his eyes, as if covering his eyes.

Qu Meng took Qu He to the corner room on the second floor. It was not big, it seemed to be a specially partitioned space, and there were very few things in it. There was only a crib and a few teddy bears, but they were already a little yellow. .

Qu Meng excitedly went to the drawer to find a photo: "Come and see."

Qu He walked over and glanced at it, and after just one glance, he was frozen.

The photo was taken in this room, and the crib inside is still in this position. The protagonist of the photo is Qu He, who is indeed as Qu Meng said, small and dark, with distorted facial features, grinning and crying loudly. It looks even uglier.

Qu He looked at the layout of the room in the photo, which was completely different. The room in the photo had warm colors, and there were animal patterns and a festive New Year picture doll on the wall.

The few bears that are now alone on the rug were also hanging by the crib, not like they are now.

Qu He's eyelids twitched, and his left eye felt tingling, but he didn't show it, although his mind was full of a crying little figure.

"What's wrong?" Qu Shuo suddenly appeared behind Qu He and patted him on the shoulder.

Qu He trembled all over, and was startled into a cold sweat.

"What's the matter? It's so hot?" Qu Shuo saw that Qu He's face was a little red, so he touched his face and felt a thin layer of sweat.

Qu He quickly looked away: "Ah, it's okay, this room is a little stuffy."

Qu Shuo nodded: "Go down, Aunt An has cooked."

Qu He agreed to go out first, and called Mantou by the way: "Mantou, dinner is ready!"

Mantou roared, sticking out his tongue, and rushed out first, and went downstairs.

Qu He followed to the dining room, Aunt An was slowly moving towards the table with the porridge, Qu He quickly stepped forward to pick it up: "Auntie, I'll come."

"Hey, hey! I'll do as long as I come, Auntie can do everything."

"It's okay, I'll come." Qu He helped to carry the food and set the table and chopsticks.

"Oh, free labor!" Qu Meng washed her hands and sat down, staring at Qu He back and forth.

"Boss, talking nonsense again." Aunt An scolded, "Where's the young master? Come quickly, sit next to Auntie."

Qu Meng bit her chopsticks and felt wronged: "Auntie, you are biased."

Aunt An smiled: "I also prefer you, eat quickly, you haven't forgotten Auntie's craftsmanship outside, have you?"

"How can it be, you miss me to death." Qu Meng reached out to pick up a spare rib and started to chew.

Qu He first found a plate for the steamed bun and poured out the dog food before sitting down.

"Give it a bone to eat?" Qu Meng stretched out the gnawed bone and moved towards the steamed bun.

Qu He said: "I don't eat steamed buns, it only eats dog food, and it only eats this brand."

Qu Meng didn't believe it, and stretched out his arms to feed Mantou's mouth. Mantou hid while eating the dog food in the plate, and finally turned around and turned his butt towards Qumeng.

"Hey~ You still have a temper." Qu Meng threw the bones into the trash can, biting her chopsticks and staring at Qu He again.

"Sister, can you stop looking at me? I'm panicking." Qu He made her look uncomfortable with her straight eyes.

"Yo, did you call me sister? Okay, I'm comfortable now." Qu Meng laughed, but was stopped by Qu Shuo's look.

"Third brother, don't look at me like that, I'm afraid." Qu Meng was scared, and then confessed honestly: "Qu He's eyes are so much like my mother, can I see it?"

Qu He unnaturally lowered his eyelids and pretended to eat the food in the bowl: "Really?"

"Yes, third brother, what do you think?"

Qu Shuo glanced at the man who was eating sullenly: "Well, like."

Qu He quickly raised his head and smiled: "Hey."

"But it's a bit different." Qu Meng said suddenly: "The color is different."

Qu He shook his hand holding the chopsticks.

Qu Shuo didn't care because he had never met his wife, but Qu Meng knew: "My mother's eyes are naturally black, but Qu He's eyes are gray."

Qu He lowered his head and nodded randomly: "Ah, I didn't pay attention."

"It's pretty good-looking, like wearing colored contact lenses. Oh, so I can try this gray-scale colored contact lenses." Qu Meng took out her phone and began to fiddle with it.

Qu He laughed twice.

Qu Shuo glanced at Qu He, not knowing what he was thinking, but he kept holding the chopsticks in his hand, carefully holding the food for Aunt An.

That night, Qu He slept in a room on the third floor, where she could directly see the flower bed in the center, and it was just above the swimming pool at the back, with a good view and plenty of sunshine. The quilt that Aunt An had sunbathed for two days was warming , Qu He's tense nerves also relaxed, and he slept soundly.

The next morning, Mantou licked him awake as usual, Qu He rubbed the dog's head, poured dog food for it in a daze, and then moved to the bathroom to wash up.

However, when he went to the toilet and fumbled for the sink while brushing his teeth, he became sober.

"Damn!" Qu He took a mouthful of toothpaste and started rummaging from the sink to the trash can, and even checked the toilet.

"Damn it!!" Qu He blurted out in a panic, staring at himself in the mirror, and staring at the shaggy-haired person inside without blinking.

"Who the hell stole my colored contact lenses!!!" Qu He roared in his heart.