"I don't want to talk. He Ziqing said sullenly.

Usually in the eyes of outsiders, He Ziqing is a cold and indifferent image, but only He Ziqiang, who is closest to her, knows that it is all He Ziqing's disguise.

For He Ziqing, only when he is in front of He Ziqiang, can he show his truest emotions.

"Then what do you want to eat?" He Ziqiang glanced at her helplessly and sighed secretly.

He Ziqing shook his head and said listlessly: "I'm not in the mood, I don't want to eat." ”

"My silly sister, who was talking energetically in the store just now, even if it is a moth to the fire, you are duty-bound?" He Ziqiang laughed helplessly.

Seeing that He Ziqing did not answer, He Ziqiang also paused for a while.

However, after a pause, He Ziqiang couldn't help but speak: "Ziqing, you also know this kind of thing, you can't force it." ”

He Ziqing nodded, still silent, looking uninterested.

This time, He Ziqiang was also silent, he clearly understood that once a person is caught in the whirlpool of feelings, from beginning to end, he can only rely on himself to pull out of the quagmire, and the more he struggles, the deeper he sinks.

After leaving the art museum, Song Xiangran followed Fang Qingming and went to the vegetable market together.

Fang Qingming went to the small vendor for the longest time, the stall owner's wife was recuperating at home because she was pregnant, and now it is still a man who takes care of the family's small shop.

The last time Fang Qingming came to buy vegetables, Song Xiangran didn't come, and the man also gossiped a little and asked about the progress of the two people, Fang Qingming just smiled helplessly at that time, and the man didn't want to ask again.

However, it hadn't been long since Fang Qingming last appeared here, and Song Xiangran came with him, still carrying a bag of things in his hand.

Because the bag is not transparent, outsiders do not know what exactly is inside.

However, based on the man's years of experience, he boldly guessed that this was a gift that Fang Qingming bought for her in order to please his little girlfriend.

Otherwise, why did this little couple happily come to buy vegetables together today?

"Xiao Fang, what are you going to do today?" the man raised his head and looked at Fang Qingming while choosing beans.

Fang Qingming smiled, then turned his head to look at Song Xiangran and asked, "Xiangran, do you have anything you want to eat?"

"I want to eat sweet and sour fish. Song Xiangran felt that when he went out today, he should have forgotten to bring his brain, otherwise how could he say such a thing in front of a stall selling vegetables.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qingming and the man selling vegetables laughed, and Song Xiangran also realized that something was wrong after saying this, and he also laughed.

"Little girl, uncle has all the vegetables here, and there is still no sweet and sour fish you want!" The stall owner finished the bag of beans, packed up, and stood up.

"But I think, you just want the stars and moons, and your little party will pick them for you, right?" said the stall owner as he winked at Fang Qingming.

Although Song Xiangran always knew that because she had followed Fang Qingming to the vegetable market to buy vegetables more times before, most of the familiar stall owners thought that the two of them were a young couple.

However, before today, there has never been a stall owner who is as direct as this stall owner, and his mouth is your small and square. Song Xiangran was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to get into.

In fact, when Fang Qingming confessed, it was only two days ago, but I don't know why, Song Xiangran felt that the past few days had been very long for her.

In just two days, Song Xiangran felt as if a lot of things had happened between him and Fang Qingming.

In the past, even if any stall owner looked at Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming with slightly ambiguous eyes, Song Xiangran smiled a lot and passed.

Suddenly, Song Xiangran realized that Fang Qingming had never denied it before. It must be because Fang Qingming acquiesced to his relationship with these stall owners, so the stall owners directly said "Your little party"!

After thousands of calculations, Song Xiangran never imagined that the "culprit" turned out to be Fang Qingming, who looked nonchalant standing beside him!

It seems that Fang Qingming has long thought about himself.

Song Xiangran analyzed "hatefully" while subconsciously, she didn't expect that in fact, Fang Qingming had always had a good impression of herself.

"Do you want to eat lettuce except sweet and sour fish?" Fang Qingming smiled at the boss, then lowered his head and began to pick lettuce.

Being called by Fang Qingming like this, Song Xiangran pulled out of a lot of his thoughts.

"Stir-fried lettuce?" Song Xiangran scratched his head a little embarrassedly, for fear that he would show some horses and feet when he was thinking about life just now.

"Otherwise, do you want to eat stir-fried lettuce?" Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows and said.

"Stir-fried lettuce, will you put a lot of chili peppers?" Song Xiangran didn't have much research on these dishes, and touched his chin and thought.

Fang Qingming glanced at Song Xiangran with a soft smile, then looked up and asked the stall owner, "Boss, what is your hottest chili pepper, bring me some." ”

"Okay, my wife is from Sichuan, she has studied chili peppers, this kind of chili pepper is definitely delicious!" The boss smiled innocently, took out a few chili peppers from a basket, weighed them, and then handed them to Fang Qingming.

"Plus these, how much is the total?" Fang Qingming handed the vegetables he had picked just now to the boss, and then lowered his head and pulled out his pants pocket, ready to pay.

Who knows that the boss said: "Peppers are not your money, it's rare to meet someone who likes to eat so spicy, originally these peppers were bought for my wife to eat, and today since your object also likes to eat peppers, I will give it to you." ”

As soon as the word "object" came out, not only Song Xiangran, but also Fang Qingming blushed.

On weekdays, when Fang Qingming came to buy vegetables alone, the boss would occasionally say the same thing when chatting with him. But at that time, Song Xiangran himself was not there, so Fang Qingming was embarrassed to respond cheekily.

Now, Song Xiangran himself is here, and Fang Qingming feels very embarrassed.

Just when Fang Qingming decided to open his mouth to confess that he and Song Xiangran were not a couple, Song Xiangran spoke first.

"Then thank you, auntie, for me. Goodbye, uncle!" Song Xiangran finished with a smile, then took Fang Qingming's hand and walked away quickly.

The sudden temperature on his wrist made Fang Qingming feel a little relieved for a while.

Didn't Song Xiangran hear what the stall owner said just now?

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