The morning breeze carries the sun rising from the east, and the dew on the leaves reflects the faces of others.
On the field path, Shi Jiu looked at the tall figure in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Qi Chu turned his head, looked at the people behind him, facing the rising sun, turned around and raised his hand and said: "Shi Jiu, come here." Come to my heart.
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One day, Shi Jiu was sitting cross-legged on the sofa holding a computer, typing, and teasing Qi Chu who was busy in the kitchen: "You are really like a house cook."
Hearing this, Qi Chu said nothing, then wiped his hands in a gentlemanly manner, walked out of the kitchen, stood in front of the sofa, reached out and took away the computer from Shijiu's arms, and put it aside.
Qi Chu hugged Shi Jiu and leaned beside Shi Jiu's ear: "Because I don't want you to be like a housewife."
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Intention: positive energy