Mr. Perfect And Miss Almost

The sunlight climbed into the room from the window edge through the screen curtains, stroking the leaves of the succulents in front of the window, and the whole bedroom was brightened.

Yun Shu was sleeping in a daze, vaguely feeling that his quilt was moving away from her a little bit.

"Peanut candy..." Yun Shu grabbed a corner of the quilt and rubbed it twice, "Let me sleep for a while."

She tossed about yesterday, always hesitating whether to delete Weibo. Then I thought about it again, it seemed too deliberate to delete it, tangled up and tangled, and finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning.

Peanut Candy watched her get up and didn't make trouble. She ran to the window with a corner of the floor-to-ceiling curtains in her mouth, and opened the curtains, and the room was bright.

Yun Shu had no choice but to get up, feed him, wash, and then go out to walk the dog.

Seeing the peanut candy's slow pace, Yun Shu sighed lightly. The peanut candy is really old. She walked the dog a few years ago, or she was on a skateboard in front, and the peanut candy ran behind, and now it comes out, step by step They were all sluggish. When they walked to the large lawn of the community, there were many dogs on the lawn, chasing them, lying on one side, basking in the sun, watching quietly, the brown eyes seemed to be dimmer than before. With the toast bought on the road in his mouth, Yun Shu sat next to it with milk in his hand.

It used to be lively like a runaway wild dog, and often rolled in the mud with other dogs in the community. The Australian Shepherd is generally not small in shape, and the hair is thick and thick. .

"You stay with me for a while, okay?" Yun Shu touched his head with his free hand, and after touching it, his hands were stained with a lot of hair-a lot of hair loss is also a sign of Australian Shepherd's aging.

Yun Shu returned to the house, and received a document on the WeChat notification on the main screen of his mobile phone, from Zhang Sinian, named "X Year X Month X Day-Zhang Si Year-Self-Introduction".

Her hand with the phone trembled slightly, and she watched Zhang Sinian send another message on the screen, which was concise and concise.

[Zhang Sinian: Send me a copy of yours after reading it. 】

[Zhang Sinian: I will pick you up the day after tomorrow and send me your address. 】

Unconsciously, Yun Shu was preparing to find an "ok" or "get it" in the emoticon pack. He swiped a few pages with his finger and hurriedly retracted it. Switch to the typing page, and replied "Okay." Then edit the address and house number of the residential area where I live, and send it over.

Zhang Sinian replied "OK." After that, he didn't reply again.

He also didn't mention the thing about likes on Weibo, Yun Shu's ostrich mentality, silently muttering "Nothing happened" three times in his heart, forcing himself to forget about it, and clicking on the document sent by Zhang Sinian.

The document is clear and clear, and it is divided into first and second headings, the text of the text is Song Ti five size, the first and second headings are larger in font, and the font is bold.

The content of the two pages is more than that of the resumes she had read by her classmates before. It briefly summarized Zhang Sinian's learning experience, work experience, emotional experience, life habits and some basic hobbies. The content under each subheading is very concise, only one or two sentences.

Yun Shu glanced quickly, with a gossip mentality, first took a closer look at his emotional experience, just two sentences, during 2011-2012 when he was studying in the United States for a Ph. peaceful breakup.

"Cut—" Yun Shu narrowed his mouth, even his love experience was so serious. Yun Shu jumped back to the beginning somewhat boringly, and began to memorize Zhang Sinian's resume seriously.

When he saw the column of "Allergic Food: Peaches" in his life habits, Yun·Peach Maniac·Shu shook his tongue and shook his head regretfully. How delicious the peaches are.

Yun Shu shook his head and opened the refrigerator door. He picked two peaches, soaked them in light salt water, and washed the hairs on them. One held it by himself and the other to peanut candy. The peanut candy didn’t have much appetite. Just a few bites. Stop eating.

She held Peach in her left hand and pointed Zen in her right hand. She poked and typed on the screen. Her studies followed Zhang Sinian’s undergraduate writing method. She could only write one line, her work experience was blank, and her emotional experience was blank, and she wrote a few lines. Hobbies, the entire document is empty.

"This is the fact—" Yun Shu spread his hands and sent the document.

After receiving the document, Zhang Sinian clicked on it, glanced at the more than a dozen lines of words and round and lovely fonts on the page, and raised his eyebrows—for the first time in his life, someone wrote a document to him in a girl's body.

Yunshu's entire system font uses the girly body that comes with the phone, and I'm used to it. And in most cases, the content she posted in the past will become bold on other brands, but the two of them are still using the same brand of mobile phones, and both have this own font.

[Zhang Sinian: I received it, at 9:30 in the morning the day after tomorrow, I will come to your house to pick you up. 】

[Yun Shu: All right. 】

On the day Zhang Si came to pick up Yun Shu, Yun Shu wore a white gauze skirt with a little folds and small lace, small apricot leather shoes-strictly in accordance with Zhang Sinian’s requirements, plus pink hair, only three colors .

"Get in the car." Zhang Sinian nodded at her and opened the car door for her.

"There is something very important to confirm."

Yun Shu sat in the passenger seat and suddenly remembered something in his mind, and quickly called Zhang Sinian who was about to pull the handbrake.

"In front of the old man, how should I call you?" Yun Shu asked, "Professor Zhang...it seems too rusty. Calling your name directly..." She shrank her head and swallowed the second half of "Don't you dare". .

Zhang Sinian frowned. Most lovers should be called by name, but he glanced at Yun Shu-she was really quiet today, but she was dressed in white, with a big slap face, a small, and a little bit. The unfading baby fat appears to be getting younger and younger. It is believed that it is about 18 years old.

He is 29 years old this year, long-term fitness, is in the prime time for men, but the two stand together, the age difference can be seen at a glance. Asking Yun Shu to call him "Sinian", both felt twisted.

Yun Shu began to rack his brains to call him: "Brother Zhang...oh, no, this is too local, Uncle Zhang...no, it's a bad seniority, Zhang..., what else can you call it?"

Zhang Sinian spoke and rejected her proposal: "You can call Teacher Zhang. When you want to be more intimate, you call me Sinian." Zhang Sinian pinched the bridge of his nose and explained, "My grandparents are all teachers. , The two often call each other'Teacher Zhang' and'Teacher Wu'."

"Okay. You, you can call me Xiaoshu."

Zhang Sinian nodded: "Change you too."

Yun Shu nodded. She has always been pliable, but at this moment she feels that she is almost unable to speak, and her palms are sweaty: "Can I practice first? I...I'm afraid I won't be able to scream. "

Yun Shu cleared his throat and did some psychological construction: "Ms. Zhang."

It can be called out very smoothly.

Zhang Siyou responded softly and motioned for her to continue.

"S...Si Nian."

Both words squatted.

"You continue to practice." Zhang Sinian was expressionless, holding the steering wheel and looking straight ahead.

It took 20 minutes to drive past. Yun Shu practiced on the car a dozen times, and finally he could say these two words smoothly.

As the car drove into the community, Yun Shu was a little nervous, and began to stumble again when he meditated on the word Sinian in his heart.

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Yun Shu's face flushed: "Old...husband."

Zhang Sinian bowed his head solemnly and deeply kissed: "You are not proficient in calling, keep practicing."

If you don't practice well, give it a kiss.

In this aspect of the male protagonist’s emotional experience, the male protagonist is set to be 29 years old. It is too unreasonable to be blank emmm... I hope everyone understands.