Gong Mengshu already knew that she would not be able to buy osmanthus black plum cake today, and no matter how she knocked on the door, this store would not open again. This is an old alley shop with its own style, which only sells black plum cakes for half a day every day, and it expires late and does not wait, and comes back tomorrow. Do you really have to wait until dawn to buy it? Gong Mengshu gasped slightly because he slammed the door too hard, but he didn't want to go back with his empty hands like this.

After a while, she finally gave up, staggered to the door of the store and sat down on the stone pier on the side, and then thought about how to go back and give Miss Lu an explanation. It was already dark, the wind was blowing from all directions, and the dust fascinated Gong Mengshu's eyes, she rubbed it with her hands, but she kneaded the moisture in her hand, it turned out that her eyes were starting to rain.

Gong Mengshu hurriedly bit her lower lip, trying her best not to look so fragile. With a sour eyelid, she got up from the cold stone pier, ready to walk into the block again to see if there were any more suitable pastries for Miss Lu, and if so, she would buy some to take home.

At this moment, only the crisp sound of "dripping bells and dripping bells" could be heard, a man rode a bicycle through the alley, the man thought that Gong Mengshu and the stone pier were connected from afar, but he didn't expect to ride to the front, but Gong Mengshu suddenly stood up, startled the man, and almost fell off the bicycle, fortunately he had long legs, stabilized the bicycle, raised his head and saw Gong Mengshu's face clearly through the dim street lamp, he couldn't help but shout happily: "Gong, Miss Gong!"

The man's sudden braking of the bicycle made Gong Mengshu originally frightened, she was worried that it would be a gangster who wanted to plot misdeeds in the middle of the night, but when she heard the man call her name, she looked at it suspiciously, and suddenly found that this man was Huang Qilun, who had been courting her a few days ago but was rejected by her!

Seeing that it was each other, both parties were a little embarrassed, and Gong Mengshu didn't know what to say, so he bowed slightly towards Huang Qilun and was about to turn around and leave. Huang Qilun hurriedly stopped her: "Miss Gong, uh, you, do you still want to buy snacks so late?"

Gong Mengshu stood still, and said without replying: "Yes, there are guests at home who have to eat osmanthus black plum cake, so I came out to buy it." It's sold out though, so I'll come back tomorrow. ”

"Do you want to eat?" Huang Qilun asked tentatively, "Is it a distinguished guest?"

Gong Mengshu nodded and said, "Sort of." ”

"It's always bad to snub the guests," Mr. Huang said hesitantly.

"Yes, but there is no way, I can only wait until tomorrow morning," Gong Mengshu replied.

"Well, actually, I know a place where you can buy this kind of pastry!" Huang Qilun said.

"Huh?" Gong Mengshu turned to look at Huang Qilun, but he didn't believe him in his eyes.

Huang Qilun also saw the doubts in Gong Mengshu's heart, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said, "I'll tell you the truth, Miss Gong, in fact, the pastries in this shop are supplied by my family——"

"Ah, is that so, your family also runs a dim sum workshop?" Gong Mengshu asked. Earlier, she hadn't heard that Huang Qilun's family did this.

"No, it's my mother who has this craft, so she usually makes some shops that serve these dim sums. However, my mother's health is not good, so she can't make too much, and she can only supply it in limited quantities each time. However, the osmanthus black plum cake you wanted, there seem to be a few pieces left today, and my mother specially kept it for me to ......eat every day when I go back from school," Huang Qilun explained.

"If you are in a hurry, you can go with me and get it, or you can stay here and I will go home and bring the pastries. It will only take a while!" Huang Qilun eagerly wanted to solve Gong Mengshu's worries.

Gong Mengshu didn't expect to find nowhere to step on the iron shoes, but it didn't take much effort to get them. But looking at Huang Qilun, he was a little embarrassed: "But, those pastries were kept by your mother for you to make supper, how can I ...... well?"

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, in fact, I don't like to eat that thing at all," Huang Qilun hurriedly said: "Then I'll go back and get it!"

"Where do you live?" asked Gong Mengshu.

"Chengbei," Huang replied.

Isn't that direction diametrically opposite to here?" Gong Mengshu pondered for a moment and said to Huang Qilun: "Then I'll go back with you to get it, lest you make another trip-"

"Okay, okay," Huang Qilun was happy to share the beauty successfully, and hurriedly parked the bicycle in front of Gong Mengshu, and turned the body sideways as much as possible, so that Gong Mengshu could get on the car more conveniently. Gong Mengshu looked at the hour and couldn't take care of it, so he jumped into Huang Qilun's car lightly.

The two didn't say anything all the way and went straight to Huang Qilun's house. Gong Mengshu followed the sweaty Huang Qilun into a gate, only to find that this was a large courtyard, where several families lived, and Huang Qilun and his mother lived in the two wings in the east.

Huang Mu is a haggard and thin woman, but she can still see that she is a woman from a high background. She was bending over to prepare the ingredients for tomorrow's snack, and when she saw Huang Qilun suddenly bring a girl back, she couldn't help but stop her busy movements, straightened up, and just stared at Gong Mengshu with a pair of sharp eyes.

Huang Qilun hurriedly explained to his mother: "Mother, this is my classmate, she has a distinguished guest at home, and she wants to eat the osmanthus black plum cake made by you by name, and the store is sold out, so I took her to our house to buy it." ”

It's always happy to hear others praise her craftsmanship, and when Huang Mu heard Huang Qilun say that, her originally vigilant face slowed down and said, "Thank you." ”

Gong Mengshu hurriedly said politely: "Excuse me, aunt." ”

In this way, Huang Qilun's supper was wrapped into a square snack bag, and then solemnly placed in Gong Mengshu's hands by Huang's mother. Gong Mengshu took it and hurriedly took out his wallet, but was stopped by Huang Qilun, "Don't, you're too out-of-this-"

Huang Mu secretly observed Gong Mengshu's dress and demeanor, and said when she saw this: "Yes, you don't need to give it." Can you ask which of the ladies you bought for your guests?"

"It's Cheng Cha Zhongcheng Mansion," Gong Mengshu told the truth, "There is a play at home today, and there are guests who want to eat this kind of pastry, so I'm very sorry to bother you." Gong Mengshu apologized again and again.

However, after Huang Mu heard that it was Cheng Mansion who was going to invite guests, the wrinkles on her face burst into laughter, and she said repeatedly: "It turns out that it is really a distinguished guest who wants to taste my craftsmanship, I am very honored, this snack is not worth a few dollars, Miss, you can take it!"

Gong Mengshu was still polite, Huang Qilun said to Gong Mengshu: "Oh, don't be polite, hurry up and take the dim sum back, otherwise the guests will be in a hurry." ”

Seeing this, Gong Mengshu had to thank him, and went out with Huang Qilun, got on the bicycle again and rushed back to Cheng's house. Huang's mother also came out to see off the guests, and Gong Mengshu, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, faintly heard Huang's mother proudly boasting to the neighbors who came out to see the movement: "My son brought his classmates back, and he is the young lady of Cheng Mansion!"

Gong Mengshu sat on the back seat of Huang Qilun's bicycle and was silent for a long time before whispering to Huang Qilun: "Classmate Huang, your mother misunderstood, I am not a lady from Cheng Mansion, just a girl from Cheng Mansion." ”

"Huh?" Huang Qilun slowed down on his bicycle, but then he smiled and said, "Just kidding, can a girl afford to go to a girls' middle school?"

"I am indeed a girl," Gong Mengshu curled the corners of her mouth in the dark self-deprecatingly, and said: "I was sold to the Cheng family since I was a child, and the Cheng family provided for me to go to school, and when I graduated in two months, I will officially become a maid." ”

Huang Qilun didn't speak, just strained his waist to ride the bicycle fast, and soon sweated, he panted while riding: "For me, whether you are a girl or a young lady, you are the Miss Gong in my heart." ”

Gong Mengshu finally smiled when he heard this, but his smile was a little sad. She hugged the osmanthus black plum cake with residual warmth on her chest, and a warmth slowly penetrated into her chest. It's not warm enough, but it's still able to withstand the chill of some spring nights.