Each of the four cauldrons on the large stove in the back kitchen is empty, and different ingredients are stewed in it. Four different scents blend together to create a singular aroma.

It's a pity that no matter how good the smell is, it can't arouse Zhao Siniang's appetite, for her who has been cooking all day, these have long become boring.

Zhao Siniang used a burning stick to disperse the firewood piles that were burning in the four stoves, and added a bowl-thick firewood to each of them, so that the stove could maintain a slight fire until dawn. Before leaving the back kitchen, Zhao Siniang looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, she knocked on her sore shoulder, twisted her stiff neck, and walked out of the back kitchen with a tired body, and walked towards the cottage.

When she arrived in the corridor, Zhao Siniang found that her father had forgotten to move the customized signboard into the shop, and the woodcarved plaque with the three big characters "Zhao's shop" was still in the corridor.

Tonight is the night of the full moon, and under the cold white moonlight, Zhao Siniang suddenly felt a little sad. She gently picked up the plaque, sat on the railing of the corridor, and carefully sketched along the three words "Zhaojiapu" by the moonlight.

As the biggest hero of the shop, when Zhao Siniang asked for the shop to be named like this, of course others would not object.

Only Zhao Yongzhong asked weakly: "Why don't you simply call it 'Zhao Family Old Shop'?" ”

At that time, Zhao Siniang replied meaningfully: "This Zhao family is not the other Zhao family." ”

Zhao Sanlang and the others showed a look of understanding.

In fact, they don't understand, of course this Zhao family is not the old Zhao family in Zhaojia Village, but it is not the Zhao family in Jiangjiatan today, it is......

In an instant, all kinds of scenes from her previous life appeared in front of Zhao Siniang's eyes, some wanted to remember, and some wanted to forget...... The final scene freezes on the bus that makes her inexplicably cross.

Speaking of which, she is really related to the bus. I remember one day, she who prides herself on being meticulous and swiped it on the bus, picked up the card and swiped it on the card machine, twice...... Belch. Only then did I realize that I was holding a bank card in my hand. Rummaging through the bag, I couldn't find any trace of the bus card, thinking that it was forgotten at home. Look at the tickets in your wallet, uh. At the end of the month, there is only one hundred left.

Ten dollars, twenty dollars, a hundred? Even if she stands next to the credit card machine all the way, she asks for one by one, and she can't recover the capital until the destination! Sister, I won't show off your wealth like this!

Anyway, I came out early today, so let's get out of the car first and find a place to find the money! Just as she was about to retreat, a slender and white hand reached out behind her and swiped the credit card machine twice, and then a voice sounded in her ear: "I swiped it for you." ”

I felt that the warm and clear voice was like a gust of breeze blowing through her heart, causing ripples in her heart that had been silent for a long time.

She hurriedly looked back. It turned out to be a very young boy. The child's appearance was not inferior to his voice at all, and he was very handsome.

I thought it was just a small episode in her tedious life, and it would soon be forgotten by her. But the brief encounter touched her heartstrings, and the obsession with that boy took root in her heart like weeds. No matter how hard she tries. None of them could remove his figure from her mind.

So she went to ride at that time every day, and even on Sundays, when she didn't have to go to work, she would sit stupidly and sit back again, just to be able to catch a glimpse of him.

As she had hoped, she could see the boy show up at that time every day, ride seven stops with her, and get off the bus at the platform in front of the S gate.

In fact, she is of medium appearance. Medium stature, medium in work, and average in all aspects. It's not brilliant, but it's not bad. The reason why no one wants her to live to this age is completely due to her personality, and the root cause is her awkward temperament.

S big little boys? Hehe. How to think about it, how to be unreliable. But she was so stubborn that she just wanted to give it a try, and made up her mind not to hit the south wall and not to look back.

That's what she thinks, and that's what she plans to do. It's just that I didn't sleep well the night before, and after getting in the car the next day, I felt dizzy in my head. Although she cheekily rubbed over the boy and sat down, she didn't have time to say what she wanted to say in a daze, and she crossed through the trap.

Thinking back to this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Siniang's mouth, and she could only sigh that there was no fate.

In fact, it's just a relationship of several faces, how deep can it be? Zhao Siniang kept comforting herself. But having said that, she still couldn't hide her loss in her heart. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by so many families, she still felt that her soul had no sustenance, and she felt lonely from time to time.

Unconsciously, the lonely Zhao Siniang's eyes were already filled with tears. Suddenly, there was a tick, and a crystal teardrop hit the back of her slightly rough hand. Worried that the tears shed would wet the plaque, she hurriedly put it aside.

At this time, Zhao Siniang's elbow inadvertently touched the object on her waist, and she remembered the treasure she bought back with the Jiang family on her back.

It turned out that Zhao Siniang had already taken a fancy to a delicate rhombic mirror in the jewelry store in the town, but its price was too high, and she was reluctant to start. Until today, when I was doing the goods, I passed by the door of the jewelry store again, and I was hot-headed, so I bought it back. However, she knew very well that if the Jiang family knew, she would inevitably lose it, so she kept it quietly on her body.

Together with the rhombic flower mirror, there was also a small bag of hair added to the head given by the jewelry store shopkeeper, which contained a comb, a head rope and silk flowers.

Zhao Siniang touched her hair, feeling a little messy, worried that she would fall asleep after a while, and her hair would be knotted tomorrow morning. So she untied her rather messy hair, picked up a sandalwood comb, and slowly brushed it up in the mirror.

Combing and combing, Zhao Siniang suddenly remembered that the night before the crossing, she kept dreaming. After waking up from the dream, she forgot most of the contents of the dream, but she still remembered the scene where she combed her hair in the mirror, and she remembered that a figure seemed to be reflected in the mirror.

At that time, she thought wildly: Is this God taking pity on me as a lonely person and telling me who is my true destiny? Or do you know that tomorrow I'm going to confess, implying that my boy is like the mirror I hold in my hand, and can't escape from the palm of my hand?

Thinking about it now, Zhao Siniang only felt pitiful and ridiculous, and couldn't help but shake her head.

At this time, she was suddenly surprised to find that the mirror in her hand really reflected the figure of a young man: Xuanyi and black hair, picturesque eyebrows, how to look at how to feel beautiful, very much to her heart.

It's just that her true destiny is a little younger? The man in the mirror looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. Could it be that in order to match her now, God specially arranged such a little boy?