Late night moments.

The old street lamp in the upper left corner of the cement pillar pile, emits a dim yellow light.

A few mosquitoes, surrounding the old street lamps.

Seeing this, Han Bing hurriedly snorted: "Yes, I... I couldn't help but think it was ...... just now I'll just treat you as my girlfriend...... You know, I used to be with my girlfriend at school...... It's like this... Chat on top...... Occasionally, it's also lively........."

Saying that, he couldn't help but look at Xia Zhixuan's expression.

Xia Zhixuan's expression was very calm, her eyes were clear and she didn't say anything, she just took out a white rabbit toffee from her pocket that she didn't know where it came from, a pair of white little hands with a little pink tenderness, handed it to him and said, "Hey, the big white rabbit toffee in the village, try it." ”

"Hmm. Slightly stunned, Han Bing took the White Rabbit toffee and ate it, but his heart was still a little hairy.

He wondered why Xia Zhixuan was able to regain her composure so quickly, was it really what Xia Zhixuan said? Thought he misunderstood that he thought she was his girlfriend? Could it really be so, or maybe it was because Xia Zhixuan just made up a reason to make the two of them not so embarrassed, or was it an extremely euphemistic refusal?

These speculations have been circulating, circling, and never stopping in Xia Zhixuan's mind, and her thoughts seem to be stuck in a swamp, and she knows that it is approaching the early hours of the morning, and under Xia Zhixuan's urging, Han Bing broke free from the exhausting swamp.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Xia Zhixuan pushed Han Bing and said with a smile: "It's almost dawn, let's go have breakfast." ”

"Huh?" Obviously, Han Bing, who had just come back to his senses, didn't react a little.

Xia Zhixuan said angrily: "It's really, it's the wonton restaurant that used to eat!"

"The one in the old street?"

"Well, that's it, how about it? I haven't eaten wonton in a long time, and I want to revisit the taste of the wonton restaurant we used to eat back then. Xia Zhixuan said with some excitement.

"Well, let's go. Han Bing was also dry, as soon as Xia Zhixuan finished speaking, she got up and patted her buttocks, wanting to leave.

"Wait, pull me, my legs are numb!"

Han Bing: "。。。。。 ”

……………………

Dawn Hour.

The wonton shop in Xia Zhixuan's mouth is not only not close, but a little far, and there is a bridge and an old street from here.

In the end, after many detours, in the middle of the chaotic vegetable market, there was a relatively clean wonton shop that stopped.

The owner of the wonton shop is no longer the chubby proprietress who seems to have taken over from her daughter.

You ask how the two of them know? At first glance, it looks a little similar to the proprietress when she was young, and you can see it when you think about it.

There is also an ordinary-looking but sturdy young man on the side to help, probably the door-to-door son-in-law of the proprietress, although the store is not very popular, but there are many people.

Xia Zhixuan and Han Bing stepped into this wonton shop side by side, ordered two bowls of wonton and some snacks, and made it.

The two of them looked at everything around them with a little sadness.

Time passed, and the white on the walls that were about to fall off, the cobwebs in the corners, and the dilapidated tiles on the floor reminded the two of them that the wonton shop had been destroyed by the most terrible weapon of time.

All this is cut in the delicate and sensitive eyes of Xia Zhixuan and Han Bing, and there is nowhere to escape.

This made the two sigh for a while, the horror of time.

"Your wontons are here. The young man with a snow-white towel around his neck brought two bowls of wonton with a smile, then glanced at the two of them, showed a mouthful of big white teeth and said with a smile: "It will take a while to bake dumplings, and they will be served later." ”

"There's no rush. Han Bing waved his hand and said.

"Okay, you use it slowly, and I won't disturb you eating. When the young man had finished speaking, he turned and left.