Song Chuchu didn't mean to make fun of others, she really likes chicken in her meat. But fortunately, the boss saw Song Chu's kind attitude and knew that she didn't mean to joke.

Song Yanheng sat down next to Song Chuchu and said, "I want to be the same as her." ”

"Okay, two servings of Sano ramen."

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Bai Nen's finger pointed at the counter: "I want two more bottles of sake, heat it up." ”

Soon two bowls of noodles were served, and a pot of wine was served. Song Chu poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Song Yanheng. Moist steam swirled in front of the two of them, and the ice-covered interface was also warm. Take a sip of hot wine and take a sip of the fragrant soup, and eat it heartily at the beginning of the Song Dynasty.

Happy eating, happy drinking. When Song Chu got up, his body shook and he almost couldn't stand steadily. Song Yanheng reached out to support Song Chu, who was able to stand firmly on the table, only to find that Song Chu's originally bright eyes were now a little blurry, and his face was also faintly crimson.

The amount of alcohol at the beginning of the Song Dynasty was not good, and she drank almost all the two bottles of wine today, so it was strange that she was not drunk at the moment. Song Yanheng could only help her to leave, and the boss carefully told them to be careful of slippery roads.

The snow fell heavily, and the bright snow reflected the moonlight, and although there were no street lights, you could still see all around. Song walked crookedly on the snow at the beginning of the year, Song Yanheng was afraid that she would fall, so he walked up to her and said, "It's better for me to carry you." ”

Song Chu was still very sober-minded, and when he heard this kind of good thing, he readily agreed: "Okay." ”

Lu'an Lane is relatively long, and their car is parked outside the alley. Song Yanheng walked towards the brightly lit street, Song Chu honestly lay on him, his pointed chin rested on his shoulder, and the exhaled warmth gently hit Song Yanheng's face. The distance between the two is really close.

Song Chuchu watched the ground under his feet recede one by one, and suddenly asked, "Song Yanheng, have you ever carried other people like this?" ”

The alley was silent, and the voice of Song Chu's drunkenness was soft and soft, whispering in a dream, and gradually drifting away on the long street.

"Nope." Who has nothing to do to carry a big living person, if it weren't for Song Yanheng getting drunk at the beginning of the year today, Song Yanheng wouldn't want to spend this effort.

"Then will you carry other people in the future?" When Song Chu asked this sentence, he was also a little surprised. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he didn't faint and knew where this place was. Sure enough, drunk can strengthen his courage, and dare to say what he thinks.

"Probably, not." Song Yanheng thought about it and answered.

Coming to eat noodles and drink wine in such a remote alley on a snowy night, Song Yanheng can sell Song Chu a face, and no one else should think about it. People waiting to invite Song Yanheng to eat at the most expensive restaurant in City C can line up from this train station to another train station.

Song Chuchu smiled, closed his eyes and leaned on Song Yanheng with satisfaction, and sighed happily: "It's good to have a brother like you." ”

Song Yanheng's footsteps stopped, and he raised his eyes to look at the exit that was close in front of him, his eyes were pitch black, and the night was as heavy as night.

Song Chu closed his eyes on him and fell asleep. Behind him is a long alley covered in snow, and on the snow, a series of long, straight footprints.

The road traveled by two people, the footprints of one person. What is needed is not only companionship, but also commitment.

Song Yanheng, as Song Chu's brother who is not related by blood, gave Song Chu what he gave was a responsibility.

Song Yanheng didn't go to Xihe, and the day after he returned to China, he went to Xihe with a gift. At the beginning of the year, Song was very enthusiastic and went to Song Yanheng to make brownies and accompany him to eat coffee.

Liao Jichuan came to pick up Jiang Yunfei, and when he walked into the lobby, he saw Song Yanheng sitting in front of the window drinking coffee. This is not surprising, this café was begged by Song Yanheng for Song Chu Chu.

Liao Jichuan walked over and sat down opposite Song Yanheng. Song Yanheng looked up and saw him, and greeted him with a faint smile: "Come to pick up Jiang Yunfei?" ”

Liao Jichuan looked at Song Yanheng with a calm face, and the sunlight shone on Song Yanheng's face through the flower forest, clean and bright like a piece of jade. Liao Jichuan remembered Jiang Yunfei's evaluation of Song Yanheng after he met Song Yanheng for the first time: "The stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world."

I didn't see the gloomy look of the day before I went abroad.

"What have you thought about in the past half month?" Liao Jichuan's voice was cold, which made people feel cold and couldn't help but calm down.

Song Yanheng kept a shallow smile on his face: "That's it." ”

The sun flowed slowly and silently, and many words disappeared in the peaceful air.

"Kikawa." Jiang Yunfei changed his clothes and walked over, and when he saw Song Yanheng, his calm face was dyed with a little joy: "The rich man." ”

At the beginning, Song Yanheng said that the café had lost money on his head, and Song sued Jiang Yunfei at the beginning of the year. When Song Chu talked about this at the beginning of the year, it was like mentioning the wrongs, and he was happy. After hearing this, Jiang Yunfei immediately gave Song Yanheng this title.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and Jiang Yunfei, the goddess of literature and art, is about to be out of school with the two bastards at the beginning of Song Chu," Song Yanheng looked at Xiao Jichuan with a smile, "It's gratifying." ”

"Get out, don't let you Song Chu bring bad Yunfei." Yu Jichuan pulled Jiang Yunfei and left.

Song Yanheng looked at their backs and smiled: "Our family is doing well at the beginning of the Song Dynasty." After saying that, he looked up and stood in front of him with a smile.

"It's not in vain that I'll personally make you desserts, it's quite conscientious."

When Song Chu didn't have classes, she drove here to read books or take pictures, and then sat in her exclusive window seat to edit the pictures and post them on the Internet.

At first, there were not many people who came to Xihe, but since the beginning of the Song Dynasty, after bringing pictures to the major food and beauty forums, four or five people will come every day. In just ten days, this quiet back garden has been transformed into a small castle for the princesses to have afternoon tea.

Sometimes Song Chu came over after class, and her small window seat was occupied. The window was pushed open, and a branch of the moon season overflowed into the window, lining the laughter and sweet tea in the hall, which was simply a modern court painting.

Song Chu's small life was too leisurely, Song Yanheng couldn't look at it well, and threw it away with a word, which completely disturbed Song Chu's birthday.

Song Yanheng's company is a foreign company, and many of the staff are from Europe, and they all spend Christmas and have to hold a Christmas party. The evening party naturally calls for plenty of desserts. In line with the principle that fertilizer and water do not flow into outsiders' fields, Song Yanheng gave this big business to Xihe.

The two pastry chefs in the store who were eating melon seeds with their legs crossed every day began a miserable overtime life. Dozens of biscuits, desserts and a three-story macaron tower are enough for them to experience the hard work of the laborers.

P.S. I also want to open a dessert shop and say ~ The little fairies will come to visit when the time comes.