"Hmm." Guan Zhong paused for a moment before saying, "You can do it." ”

Jiang Miao pursed her lips, secretly angry, she had no idea, what else was she considering.

"It's been too dry these two days, why don't you make some fruit tea at night?" Guan Xuan's tone is brisk, and he is obviously in a good mood.

"Okay." Jiang Miao made up for it, buy some hawthorn rock candy? Or pears and apples?

"Jiang Miao." Guan Zhong suddenly called her.

"Huh?" Jiang Miao's train of thought was interrupted.

"I have something to tell you." Guan Zhong's tone was a little hesitant.

Jiang Miao was stunned, what can't you wait until you go home?

"What's the matter?"

"Forget it, let's talk about it in two days, I'll hang up first if there's nothing to do."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Miao stared at the phone a little stunned, not understanding why Guan Zhong wanted to stop talking.

After getting off work, Jiang Miao took a taxi to the supermarket near the community, bought vegetables and some daily necessities, and carried them home in large bags.

entered the door, went into the kitchen, estimated the time when Guan Zhong came back, and made two dishes and one soup with his hands and feet.

After cooking, Guan Zhong hadn't come back yet, so Jiang Miao went to take a shower by herself to wash off the smell of oil smoke on her body.

Warm water poured in, and the heat slowly blurred the vision.

Wiped off the water stains and changed into home clothes, Jiang Miao pushed open the bathroom door and walked out of the bathroom, and before she could turn into the living room, she heard her mobile phone ring.

She hurriedly trotted over to answer, and the call was from Miao Yuanyuan.

"Hello? Garden. Jiang Miao's mood was soothed, and she sat comfortably on the sofa and talked on the phone with Miao Yuanyuan.

"Sanshui, I remember you have a little black dress, are you still there?" Miao Yuanyuan asked straight to the point.

"Black dress? How many of them do I have, which one are you talking about? Jiang Miao was at a loss.

"It's the one with a straight shoulder, a bow on the back, and a piece of rhinestones on the chest." The nursery garden is like a treasure.

Jiang Miao smiled; "Okay, you know my stuff better than I do." She stood up with her mobile phone and walked to the guest room, when she moved over, Guan Zhong helped move all the things in the original house, including the room of flashy clothes and accessories.

Although Guan Zhong didn't explicitly ask her where these things came from, Jiang Miao knew that Guan Zhong must know, because the clothes that Guan Zhong put in the wall cabinet in the bedroom were all the clothes she usually wore, but they were all piled up in the guest room.

The boundary between Chu and Han is particularly obvious.

Jiang Miao couldn't help but want to laugh a little when she thought of this, Guan Zhong is usually a very serious and mature person, and occasionally he is naïve, and he is quite cute.

She clipped her mobile phone to her shoulder, reached out to open the large closet in the guest room, and looked at the clothes stuffed inside, which was still a little sudden: "Yuanyuan, I have too many clothes, you wait!" ”

Miao Yuanyuan's voice was a little envious and jealous on the mobile phone: "Tsk! If it weren't for the fact that all of your clothes looked like stage clothes, I would have to get some back. ”

Jiang Miao smiled: "I said a long time ago that you should choose something you like and take it away, but you have to refuse." ”

"I'm not the same size as you, if it weren't for the fact that this black dress can be adjusted and tightened, I guess I wouldn't be able to get in. Who told my cousin to come back, otherwise you think I'd bother to dress up so much? ”

Jiang Miao took off the outer layer of clothes and flipped inside: "Your cousin is coming back?" ”

"Well, this ugly daughter-in-law has to see her in-laws, right? The family must have been overjoyed. ”

Jiang Miao responded casually: "Well, too, I've seen Zhao Yize, and he looks like a pretty girl." She reached for her clothes, which was still a little short, and turned to look at the room, and when she saw the chair beside the table, she turned and walked over to carry it.

"Cut!" Miao Yuanyuan was not angry: "What's the use of being beautiful, it's just a skin, how do you know that in a few decades, she won't become a shriveled old lady?" ”

Jiang Miao dragged the chair with her mobile phone, which was somewhat inconvenient, she casually put the mobile phone on the table, pressed the speakerphone, and when she heard Miao Yuanyuan's words, she couldn't help but smile and said, "That's right, what about my master?" Are you at home by yourself? ”

"He went to the supermarket to buy curry and planned to improve his food in the evening."

Jiang Miao lifted the chair: "What a happiness!" "The chair is made of iron, and when I pick it up, I know that it is heavy and a little heavy.

She struggled to pull up the chair, but one leg of the chair stumbled on the drawer door on the side of the table.

"That's, what about you, what do you eat at night?"

Jiang Miao's eyes fell on the phone, and he didn't notice the implication under the chair: "I, I'll make some fruit tea later." As she spoke, she tugged the chair in her hand.

After dragging it a few times, she didn't see the chair move a bit, she frowned and complained to Miao Yuanyuan: "I'm moving the chair here, it seems to be tripping, and I can't pull it!" ”

"Really? You push harder. Miao Yuanyuan said.

Jiang Miao gritted her teeth and squeaked, and the cabinet door was pinned open by the chair legs.

She glanced at the open desk door and moved her chair to the front of the large closet.

"Did you move?" Miao Yuanyuan asked.

"Hmm." Jiang Miao responded, put down her chair, turned around to close the table and cabinet, and as soon as her hand closed the cabinet door, she inadvertently glanced inside, and her hand couldn't help but stagnate.

There was only a hardcover booklet in the narrow cabinet, and she was stunned for a moment, reached out and took it out, only to realize that it was a photo album.

"When you're looking for clothes, remember to help me see if there are any matching accessories besides this black dress, and pack them together."

"Okay, I'll take you to the company tomorrow, I still have some things, so I won't tell you yet."

Jiang Miao hung up her phone, held the photo album, turned around and walked to the chair and sat down.

The album looks a little old and old-fashioned, but it's pretty clean.

She flipped through two pages casually, the first page was inserted with a few silly daytime photos, and the old black and white photos also had Xiao Zhong's 100-day commemoration written in silver handwriting, Jiang Miao looked at Guan Zhong who was chubby and smiling so toothlessly that she couldn't help but be a little hilarious, her eyes slipped to the gap between the open crotch pants, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud anymore.

Flipping back, it is almost Guan Zhong's growth history, kindergarten, primary school, almost every photo can see his growth trajectory.

Halfway through the page, the photo suddenly changed to the college days, and the imprint of junior high school and high school seemed to have never existed, and there was no trace of it.

Guan Zhong in college was thin and tall, with the unique sunny vitality of young people of that era on his face, Jiang Miao looked through them one by one, guessing what might happen at that time through the background in the photo, looking at it, he suddenly felt an indescribable regret.

If she had met Guan Zhong earlier, then these years, which she could only understand through photos, would have been imprinted with her traces.