Anyuan felt that he had dug a hole for himself.
The people gathered at the door dispersed. He bent down, picked up a piece of blue and white porcelain that had been left at his feet and put it into his pocket.
He opened his mouth and asked Qingqing, whose chin rested on the counter: "Do you still want breakfast?"
The temperature is a little lower today, and the snow that fell on Anyuan's shoulders has turned into water and become wet.
Qingqing watched intently for a while, then turned back to the back room and grabbed the scarf he gave her last time, came out and handed it to Anyuan: "Here -"
Anyuan lowered his head, looked at the men's scarf in her hand, raised his hand to take it, and wrapped it around his neck.
"There is a porridge shop in a small street not far away. Where should we eat?"
Anyuan paused, then took off his scarf and held it in his hand: "Yeah, okay."
Qingqing looked at his actions in confusion: "It's cold outside."
The upright man in front of me smiled, his dark eyes getting darker: "Qingqing, floral fragrance."
A refreshing perfume smell.
When Qingqing reacted, her face suddenly turned red. Even if someone else had said this, Qingqing would have felt like she was being teased. She might have raised her fists and started talking to the other person about some important principles of life.
However, the opposite side is Anyuan.
Anyuan has a warm voice and always has a gentle smile.
Qingqing gritted her teeth.
Damn, stop it, little Anyuan, do you know how to tease people? Come on, be a bit showier, my sister likes it!
Then San San said: "I'm afraid you'll be cold, so give it back to me."
Anyuan raised his jaw and said, "Daughter, this is daddy's thing."
Qingqing squinted her eyes, revealing danger: "If you give it to me, it's mine."
She stretched out her hand with a strong look, as if she was bound to take it back.
Anyuan felt inexplicably cute and handed the thing over. At the moment of handover, he grabbed the scarf, turned his arm, and the back of his hand fell into Qingqing's palm: "I gave it to you too."
Qingqing was confused and breathing rapidly.
Why is the back of his hand so hot! ! ! It was so hot that she wanted to scream!
Qingqing hurriedly threw her hands, put her back behind her, and took two steps back. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were evasive: "You...you...don't come over..."
The atmosphere was silent for two seconds, and a sweet smile escaped from Anyuan's throat. He put on the scarf again and put his hands in his pocket: "Let's go, I'm hungry."
The porridge shop is an old store that has been open for more than ten years. The store is old and there are many regular customers. They are all elderly people who go out to have breakfast in this early morning.
The store served each of them a bowl of porridge. The side dishes were served in a self-service format, so you had to get a small bowl to pick them up yourself.
"Eight yuan for a bowl, scan the QR code to pay."
Anyuan put the porridge on the table and took out his mobile phone to pay.
There is only one long table in the store, and everyone sits next to each other.
Very few young people are willing to come to such an old shop. When the two sat down, the grandparents at the table looked at them.
Anyuan's cell phone rang midway. He got up and went out to pick it up. He didn't come back for more than ten minutes. Qingqing finished eating and sat on a stool waiting for him.
He had only eaten half of his porridge. It had been a little cold for a long time. He looked out clearly and saw his slender body standing next to the door with a cigarette in his hand. A pregnant woman was holding a little girl over. He stepped aside and walked away. farther away.
Qingqing got up and went to ask the boss for two meat buns. Her phone screen was broken and she couldn't pay, so she started swiping her face.
Wu Nong whispered a Jiangnan tune, bending down: "Grandma, I'll give you the money tomorrow."
She doesn’t come here often, and she’s not familiar with grandma, so grandma didn’t care and responded with a smile: “Okay.”
Finally, he pointed at Anyuan outside the door gossipingly: "Boyfriend?"
Qingqing put the bun in her arms and looked out, and happened to catch An Yuan's gaze looking over. He smiled lightly, as bright as the breeze and the bright moon.
Qingqing became thick-skinned and spoke without panic: "Yes, boyfriend~"
Grandma looked at Anyuan again, turned around, and smiled with some wrinkles on her face: "Sweet, she looks very affectionate."
Qingqing held back her laughter: "That's right, you love me so much that you can't mess with me, and you can't get enough of me."
"It's good to be pestering. It's good to pester people. It means that I'm thinking of you all the time."
Qingqing nodded: "I can eat, I love to laugh, and I have a big butt, so don't worry about it."
Grandma laughed because she made her laugh. People in the countryside like to say that if you have a big butt, you can give birth.
Grandma's eyes fell on her perky buttocks. She looked away and looked at the fair, tender and good-natured little girl in front of her. She nodded firmly: "Yes, marrying you is equivalent to three blessings."
Anyuan had already hung up the phone and came back. Qingqing hurriedly ended the topic and asked him to listen.
Anyuan sat down in front of the half bowl of porridge that was left. He didn't care that the porridge was cold, picked up the spoon and continued eating.
Qingqing sat down next to him: "Want another bowl? This porridge is already cold!"
Anyuan drank the porridge slowly and said in a clear voice: "Qingqing, I have to teach by words and deeds."
"What do you mean by words and deeds?"
"What father would waste food in front of his daughter?"
Qingqing: "......"
When leaving, Anyuan said he wanted to go to the toilet, and Qingqing went out first to wait for him.
When he came out again, the tips of his hands were still a little wet, with a smile on his face: "I'll take you back first."
It was just a few steps, she could just walk back by herself.
I can refuse, but Qingqing cannot.
Only a fool refuses.
The two of them walked slowly, and when they arrived at the door of Qingqing's store, Qingqing raised her hand: "We're here."
Anyuan stood quietly on the roadside, as if waiting for something.
Qingqing was confused and tried to speak: "Bye...bye?"
Anyuan looked at her seriously with his deep eyes: "Qingqing, won't you give me the thing?"
"What..." Thinking of the thing she had in her arms, Qingqing asked: "Baozi?"
She thought he had finished the porridge and was probably not hungry, so she didn't prepare to give it to him. She didn't know how he knew she had bought him steamed buns.
"Um."
Qingqing took it out from her arms. She had rolled the bun in her clothes to keep it warm, and it was still hot now.
"How did you know I bought you buns?"
Anyuan took the buns: "You and auntie were there, pointing at me and dancing for a long time, so I just..."
Qingqing was horrified: "You're not going to ask her, are you?"
Damn, wouldn't it be obvious to him that she was bragging?
The light in Anyuan's eyes was rare and beautiful, and his eyebrows curled into a smile: "No, I just asked, and I paid you by the way."
Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, that's fine, no shame: "Oh, then go and do your work."
Anyuan said "see you next time" to her, got in the car and left.
He went to the hospital first and bought some things for Xiaojue on the way. When he went upstairs, he met Jiang Yuan who had just come out of the operating room.
Jiang Yuan looked at Anyuan who had both hands full of things. When he saw the buns, his eyes lit up, he snatched them away and opened his mouth to bite them.
"You are very conscientious and know how to bring me breakfast."
Anyuan squinted his eyes. In his hand were the clothes and toys he bought for Xiaojue. There were too many things. He didn't stop Jiang Yuan when he grabbed his buns.
Jiang Yuan gnawed on the buns, feeling an inexplicable chill rising up his spine. He turned his head and looked at Anyuan, who was still standing there: "What are you standing for?"
Anyuan's eyes were cold, his thin lips pursed, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Jiang Yuan..."
"Do you want to die?"
