Sima Yue and Wang Jun walked side by side on the street.

The moon is like water, and the world is clear and clear.

Just when Wang Jun proposed to send Sima Yue home, she subconsciously wanted to refuse. It's just that later she thought that she and Wang Jun lived next door, and the route for the two of them to go home was the same.

So she really wanted to refuse, but she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she could only laugh and hypocritically: "Then it's troublesome to the dean." ”

Wang Jun smiled slightly, and didn't say anything more.

In those days, there was no such thing as a curfew, so although it was already night, the candles of the restaurants on both sides were bright, and the streets were full of pedestrians.

It's midwinter, and it's the season when the plum blossoms. There was a little girl carrying a basket and selling plum blossoms along the street.

Wang Jun stopped the little girl, took out a piece of silver, and bought the basket of plum blossoms. Then he turned around and handed the basket of plum blossoms to Sima Yue.

There was a pause in Sima Yue's mind for a moment, and then she looked up at Wang Jun hesitantly.

So he's sending flowers to her?

When Wang Jun saw her standing there, his hand holding the basket stretched forward a little more, and said with a smile: "Take it." ”

Sima Yue took it with some hesitation.

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So her mood at this moment is more delicate.

There was a slight burning sensation on his face, and he knew with his toes that his face must be red.

In order to cover up, she hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to look at the plum blossoms in the basket.

It was cold in winter, and when she came out, she was originally wearing a fox fur, but she was in a hurry when she came out, but she didn't put on her hood.

At this time, she felt a warmth on her head, and at the same time heard Wang Jun's slightly blaming voice sounding slowly above her head: "I don't know how to put on the hood when I come out." The wind was cold at night, and the wind was cold when it was blown carefully. ”

Sima Yue felt that the burning sensation on his face was stronger for a while.

That song is really well sung, the ambiguity makes people feel wronged, they can't find evidence of love, when to move forward and when to give up, and they don't even have the courage to hug.

So Dean Wang, are your series of actions towards me purely out of concern for the elders and juniors, or do you fall in love with me and want to flirt with me, and then you are afraid that I will not agree, so you plan to continue to be ambiguous?

Ahh The fuck just sent her flowers and a hood, and she didn't say anything clearly, she couldn't find any excuse to say Wang Jun.

And Wang Jun still maintains the same kind as before, stretching out his hand to tease you, and when your heart is itchy, he withdraws his hand in time and continues to look elegant and elegant.

Just facing his current elegant face, Sima Yue just wanted to throw the plum blossom in his hand at him.

If you love it or not, you always give a quasi-word, she can't stand such an ambiguous flirtatious mouth.

On the one hand, Sima Yue despised that his mind was not firm, and he was very lightly distraught by Wang Jun's few small teasing words, and he was cranky, and on the other hand, he made a decision painfully.

That is, no matter how ambiguous and intimate Wang Jun is to her words and actions in the future, she will only regard these as the concern of the elders for the younger generations, and just accept them calmly.

Thinking of this, she took three deep breaths, then raised her head, calmly looked at Wang Jun who had been looking at her, and bent down to him to make the kind of salute that a junior should do to an elder, and said loudly: "Thank you Dean for sending me flowers." ”

Wang Jun instantly had the feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his own feet.

He wondered, was he still too subtle like this? So she still simply regards his kindness to her as the concern of the elders for the younger generations? In that case, it is better to increase the intensity in the future.

Thinking of this, he reached out and held Sima Yue's hand, and smiled softly: "I didn't eat anything when I saw you just now, are you hungry now?" I know there's a delicious chicken soup ravioli, now I'm going to take you there? ”

The moment Wang Jun's warm big hand held her hand, Sima Yue subconsciously wanted to dodge. But she instantly remembered the decision she had just made, so after struggling for a while and seeing that she couldn't break free, she no longer struggled, but smiled at Wang Jun's gaze and replied heartily: "Okay." ”

Seeing that she was so obedient, Wang Jun smiled clearly at the corners of his eyes, and slowly walked forward holding her hand.

The moonlight is bright overhead, and the surrounding voices are sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet. He held Sima Yue's tender little hand like this, and walked slowly on the bluestone street, with long shadows silently intertwined behind him.

The so-called years are quiet, and the present world is stable, and it is nothing more than that.

In Sima Yue's imagination, Wang Jun, as the patriarch and dean, is even richer, and the places he goes in and out must be the top high-end occasions. So the chicken soup wonton he said must be the signature specialty of a big restaurant, but I don't want them to stand by a roadside stall in the end.

Sima Yue looked at the small stall in front of him with two tables and several benches, and the steaming pot on the pick next to him, and asked suspiciously: "The delicious chicken soup wonton you said is here?" ”

Wang Jun nodded, took her hand and walked to the empty table and sat down, turned back to the old man who was adding firewood under the pick, and said, "Uncle Li, please have two bowls of chicken soup wontons." ”

Wang Jun wanted to be a frequent visitor here, and Uncle Li already knew him.

Straightening up his bent waist, Uncle Li turned around and smiled: "Prince Wang is here?" Hey, Zheng Gongzi didn't come along? ”

Thinking about it, Wang Jun often came with Zheng Xun.

Wang Jun nodded: "He didn't come." ”

"Okay," Mr. Li withdrew his gaze at Sima Yue, lifted the lid of the pot on the top, grabbed two handfuls of wontons and threw them down, "You and this friend of yours wait a minute, the wontons will be available soon." ”

Seeing that Sima Yue's expression was too entangled when he looked at him, while waiting for the wontons, Wang Jun asked her, "Haven't you been to this kind of place to eat before?" But not used to it? ”

Isn't it just a roadside stall, Sima Yue thought to herself, what is she not used to? In her previous life, she was just a girl from a small family, and the most she ate every day was a roadside stall. It's just that now seeing Wang Jun sitting on this roadside stall in a brocade robe, she feels a little awkward no matter how she looks at it.

At this awkward moment for her, Uncle Li had already brought two bowls of wontons.

The chicken soup wonton with thin skin and a handful of green onions sprinkled on top looks pleasing to the eye and smells fragrant.

When she was in Mingyue Tower just now, she just watched those people play alive, but she really didn't eat anything. This will smell the aroma of wontons, and immediately move your index finger, and bury your head in the bitter food.

She used practical actions to answer Wang Jun's question about whether she was used to eating at roadside stalls.

Wang Jun was a little surprised by her appearance.

After a while, a bowl of wontons had already been eaten by Sima Yue, and even the soup was not left.

As soon as you're full, you're in a good mood.

"Hey, Dean, why don't you eat it?"

Putting down the chopsticks she was holding in her hand, she looked up and saw that none of the wontons in Wang Jun's bowl had moved, so she asked with a smile.

Wang Jun withdrew the gaze that had been looking at her and began to eat the wontons with his head down.

His eating movements are extremely elegant. Even if he sits casually on the greasy table on the side of the road, looking at the way he eats, he still feels that this is a very eye-catching scene.

There is always such a person, but wherever he is, everything will automatically become a background board, so that what you see in your eyes and notice is only him.

It's actually not bad to have such a person as a husband, and it will definitely be very long-faced when you take it out.

Sima Yue thought about it nymphomaniacly, and almost blurted out a sentence on impulse, Dean, do you like me?

finally forced this question back, and when I looked up, I saw that Wang Jun had just finished eating the wontons, sitting there looking at her.

Sima Yue felt that Wang Jun's gaze at her was like an X-ray, it simply penetrated her heart and accurately captured what she was thinking just now.

With a weak heart, she hurriedly turned her head, not daring to meet his gaze again.

"Uncle Li," she called out to Uncle Li, who was busy on the side, "how much is a bowl of wontons?" ”

The answer is Wuwen.

So two bowls are ten yuan.

Sima Yue stretched out his hand and counted ten copper plates in his small purse, and he felt the feeling of arrogance when Kong Yiji discharged a large sum of nine dollars.

Then she turned her head and said boldly to Wang Jun: "Dean, I will invite you to eat this wonton tonight." ”

Wang Jun looked at the little adult-like appearance on her face, and couldn't help but smile: "Okay." ”

Because of such a small episode, Sima Yue's wariness of Wang Jun was eliminated a lot, and the two of them got along a lot more naturally than before.

All the way home, the next day Sima Yue was specially sent by the Empress Dowager Li to take her to the palace, saying that she wanted to celebrate her success in challenging the arithmetic master.

She stayed in the palace for two days, and when she returned the next evening, there was a light snow in the air.

The city where Sima Yue lived in her previous life really hadn't snowed much, so when she suddenly saw that it was snowing, she was only excited, and she couldn't wait to run a few laps back and forth in the snow.

It's just that in the end, I was persuaded by Yingshi, so I could only sit on the beauty couch by the window, lie on the windowsill and watch the snowflakes fly like catkins outside the house.

It was already night, and the candles under the porch were dim, and it could be seen that there were small snowflakes falling in the small area illuminated, and there was silence near the distant mountains.

Sima Yue just lay on the windowsill and watched the snowflakes fall one by one, and after a long time, he couldn't help but want to sleep.

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone next to me saying: "If you fall asleep on the windowsill on such a snowy night, won't you immediately catch a cold?" ”

Sima Yue suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Wang Jun dressed in a brocade fox fur, standing out of the window with his hands folded and looking at her with a smile.