Mingsheng insisted that he wanted to go home, Jiang Huaiyi was unhappy for a while, and when he heard her say that he could cook for him, he immediately became happy again. As soon as she entered the room, she fell on the sofa and threw her body on the sofa.

He looked up at the dark room with water-soaked mildew on the ceiling, and the dim lighting conditions even when the curtains were opened, and sincerely sighed: "No wonder you have to pay the mortgage." This room is so dilapidated that it can be used as a screening room. He tilted his head and asked, "You're not a local, are you?" ”

This kind of residential building, built in the last century and without even an elevator, is generally rented out to some outsiders. Jiang Huaiyi felt that her economic conditions did not need to live here at all.

He said, "Where are you from?" ”

Mingsheng put a pair of slippers on the side of the sofa and said, "Where do you see I am from?" ”

Jiang Huaiyi said casually: "In this area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the speech is so glutinous." ”

She always speaks with nonchalance, whether the tone is sarcastic or gloomy, it always makes people feel heartless. If you don't pay attention, you just feel light, rubbed together, glutinous.

"It's close."

She walked into the bedroom and changed out of the expensive dress she was not used to.

Dressed in white home clothes and carrying a wallet, Ming Shengfu appeared in front of him again. Jiang Huai Yi exaggeratedly blocked his eyes with four fingers, squinted his eyes and said, "It's so dark in this room, you are so white and dazzling, you know." ”

"Less poverty." Mingsheng nudged him, "What do you want to eat?" ”

His apartment kitchen was almost a furnishing, and he had no idea what he could cook with his own cooking, so he thought for a moment and said, "That's what you made last time." ”

Mingsheng raised his eyebrows: "Green onion oil noodles? ”

"Hmm."

She smiled and said, "This time there is time, do something normal." ”

Jiang Huaiyi insisted on following her out to buy vegetables, but Mingsheng remembered that Zhou Jun had mentioned that he was a picky eater and difficult to serve, so he acquiesced to him. He followed behind him like a little daughter-in-law, smiling so brightly that he felt that walking with her on the way to buy groceries was also a very happy thing, and said while throwing his mobile phone: "Yesterday, don't blame me." ”

Mingsheng looked down at the road: "Are you drunk and have memories?" ”

"It's chaotic, but there's a little bit left." He tilted his head to catch the phone he had left high, "Why didn't you clean up the refrigerator when you cleaned up." There's a cake in there, but I didn't eat it, and I want to wait for you to cut it. ”

Mingsheng turned his head to look at him: "You didn't eat the cake?" ”

Jiang Huaiyi was suddenly a little uncomfortable by her: "What? ”

She retracted her gaze and heard him continue in his ear indifferently, "Later, I kept it for Zhou Jun for today's breakfast." Anyway, I'm not a big fan of eating this kind of thing. ”

"Don't like sweets?"

"Nope." Jiang Huaiyi paused for a moment before throwing up his mobile phone with a light face, "I just don't like to eat cake very much." ”

Mingsheng walked for a while, and suddenly said, "I'll go to the front and buy you another one later." ”

Jiang Huaiyi suddenly paused and looked at her blankly. Ming Sheng stopped and turned his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a bud of some kind of blooming flower, and he looked away and said, "Okay." ”

He's just too easy to please. The sun was pouring in, Mingsheng walked in the thick shade of the trees, the mottled shadows of the trees fell a little shadow on her eyelashes, she closed her eyes and looked up to let the colorful light brush her skin, and smiled for no reason.

Jiang Huai Yi glimpsed her smile and was in a happier mood. It's obviously better to laugh, why do you always have a cold face on him?

As the two of them walked, they habitually went to the bazaar, which she frequented most.

The natural smell of meat and vegetables is never pleasant. Jiang Huaiyi's reaction was extraordinarily big, pinching his nose and asking her: "Is it only here that smells so bad on the outside, or is it the same inside?" ”

"It smells worse inside." Mingsheng gave him the key, "Are you waiting for me here?" ”

"Forget it." He frowned and looked inside, "I shouldn't be able to smell it after a long time." ”

He tentatively lowered his hand and sniffed, although it was still not a pleasant taste, but it seemed to be better, and bravely took Mingsheng's shoulder and walked inside.

There are only a few uncles and aunts who sell vegetables, and they are also very familiar with Mingsheng, and they know that she is a little girl who lives nearby. There are very few girls like her age who often go to buy vegetables and cook them themselves, and the grandmother who sells vegetables at the door recognizes her at a glance: "What are you eating today, girl?" ”

Mingsheng smiled at her kindly and stopped to pick vegetables.

Jiang Huaiyi casually held one up, looked at it around, and asked her, "What is this?" ”

Mingsheng swept his eyes and said, "Eggplant." ”

He was surprised and said, "What does an eggplant look like this?" ”

Ming Sheng smiled dumbly: "You don't even know what eggplant looks like?" ”

Of course I do. I've seen it in textbooks, and I've seen it after being cooked, and I can't even tell the color and shape of it. Jiang Huai threw it away stupidly: "I don't know what's wrong." I don't eat it. ”

Mingsheng bought a few baby cabbage and took this guy who was not as good as a primary school student away. Jiang Huai Yi restrained his curious baby nature, gave up identifying these crops that appeared on his table every day, and completely became a young master, directing her to buy this and that. Mingsheng purchased a lot according to his requirements, and he took it and left.

Young Master Jiang carried a lot of things and walked backwards: "I'm going to starve to death after buying vegetables for so long." ”

Mingsheng greeted a certain child who was waiting to be fed, and said with a smile: "Do you still buy the cake?" ”

“…… Buy it. ”

"Don't buy it."

His smile instantly collapsed, and he tried to manage his expression again, making it look like it didn't matter.

"You can order one online." Mingsheng laughed and led the way home.

There are too many ingredients to buy, and it takes a lot of effort to make them. In addition, Young Master Jiang's cooking skills are negative, and entering the kitchen is basically a favor except for washing vegetables, and he was blasted out by Ming Sheng.

By the time she brought the first hot dish out of the kitchen, the two of them were almost already hungry with their chests and backs.

Jiang Huaiyi called a few times at first, but then it was quiet. Mingsheng thought he was asleep, but when he came out, he found that he was sitting at the dining table, engrossed in picking a piece of radish head that she had cut off and scrapped.

Mingsheng put the plate on the table and asked, "What are you shaving?" ”

Jiang Huaiyi held it in the palm of his hand, "Can't see it?" ”

Mingsheng tried to guess: "...... Goose? ”

"Half right." He carefully placed the peeled white radish next to a plate of boiled asparagus, adjusted the angle, and said seriously, "It's a swan." ”

"......" turned out to be half like this.

Look at him clumsy, he is quite skilled in doing this kind of bells and whistles, and the shape of the swan is decent. Mingsheng looked at it carefully for a while and said, "Have you washed it?" ”

"Don't eat it!"

Ming Sheng □□ felt the contempt in Jiang Huaiyi's gaze for her, sneered and sat down, and ruthlessly ordered: "Go into the kitchen and bring out the cold dishes." ”

Young Master Jiang willingly took up a small job, maybe he had been hungry for a long time, and he ate a lot of shame. Mingsheng specially cooked him a small bowl of longevity noodles, which was originally just a colorful head, and he still held on a lot.

The meal was eaten until more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and even the cake that was urgently delivered arrived.

Mingsheng went out to sign for the receipt and asked, "Can you still eat?" ”

Jiang Huai Yi lay on the sofa and raised his eyelids lazily: "Cakes are not for eating." He sprang up, took it, opened it, inserted the candles one by one, and turned back and said, "Lighter." ”

Mingsheng helped him light them one by one, the retro edible candles melted quickly, and she raised her head to urge: "Make a wish." ”

Jiang Huaiyi was not in a hurry, she smiled with a smile, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes gently swayed in front of her eyes with the candle flame.

The dimly lit room was cut off from the blazing light of summer, and the soft flame of the candle lined his eyebrows with a gentle and beautiful line, and the air and the flow of time seemed to slow down for him.

Jiang Huaiyi's voice was low and pleasant, and he said, "Can you make a wish?" ”

The candlelight flickered in his blazing eyes as he looked at her.

Mingsheng looked at him for a while, the candlelight was getting weaker and weaker, but the light was getting brighter and brighter, and she couldn't help but avoid it. He kept looking at her in the afterglow, then leaned over and blew out the dying candlelight.

She hadn't looked back for a long time when she heard him say, "It's over." ”

Mingsheng glanced at the wall clock and said, "You should go back." Then he got up.

He got up from her, turned his head to look at her, and said, "Mingsheng." I like you. ”

It was sudden, but it seemed to be expected.

She didn't stop getting up, and Jiang Huaiyi's hand came around from under the table to catch her, and said, "Don't run away." I like you, and you don't feel it. ”

Mingsheng turned around and looked at him steadily. Jiang Huaiyi's breathing was a little short, he changed his hand to clasp her, and got up and approached: "I know that I am a reckless person." I'm sorry for your friend's business that day......" He wanted to talk about his misunderstanding and his angry temper, but he didn't think about it and didn't have a good temper, so he simply didn't talk about it.

Mingsheng thought for a while, only to realize that he was talking about Sun Xiao'e.

She pulled out her hand, leaned back in her chair, and said in an indifferent tone: "It's okay. Not the kind of friend you think. ”

Even if there is discomfort, it is not the same discomfort as losing a friend.

She suddenly looked up, a self-deprecating smile on her lips. In his world, it is estimated that he will rarely meet friends who are not good for him, friends who turn against each other, and friends who look down on each other......

In his dictionary, the word "friend" is its original meaning in Chinese.

The chair leaned back slightly under her lean, and there was a slight sway, he was worried that she would fall, so he simply hugged her, and said a little aggrievedly: "Can you not refuse me?" ”

They were so close that she could feel his breathing clearly, straightening up, lips almost together, in a stalemate.

Her heart was empty and panicked for no reason, and suddenly pressed down, lips to lips, she vented a moment of violence, lips and teeth touched, soft but not restrictive. His lower lip ached slightly, and her cold and hard voice sounded: "Can I go back now?" ”