Summer nights always come very late, and even when it's time for dinner, it's only a faint yellow glow along the skyline. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dark clouds on the horizon began to gather, half-obscuring the afterglow of the slanting sun.

Bai Song looked at the dark clouds, pulled Duoduo and said softly: "It looks like it's going to rain, let's go quickly." ”

"But the little ant didn't move?" Duoduo opened her innocent big eyes and said to Bai Song: "The teacher said that when it rains, little ants will move. ”

As soon as Bai Song heard Duoduo's words, he smiled and touched Duoduo's head, making Duoduo tilt his head and not know why.

"The little ants have built a big palace underground, and with that palace they can shelter from the wind and rain, and they will not be afraid." Bai Song said something that made Duoduo understand a little.

Duoduo tugged at her hair with her little hand, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "Is it the same as home?" There are parents who can shelter from the wind and rain. ”

"Yes, yes." Bai Song replied simply, mentioning the home Bai Song remembered the cramped dwelling where he lived, and seemed unwilling to stay on this topic longer.

After walking for a while, I had already walked out of the street, and the seller of cold vegetables was not far ahead, already walking on the road.

Bai Song took his daughter's hand and changed the topic: "Duoduo, is there anything interesting in the kindergarten?" ”

At this time, a trendy-looking car slowly drove off the road, Duoduo saw it and immediately said: "Niu Niu didn't take the school bus today, just got on the one just now and left, will Dad's be faster than the school bus?" ”

"Faster." Bai Song nodded.

Duoduo raised her head very innocently and looked at Bai Song with a pair of big eyes: "Then Dad, do you have it?" ”

Bai Song stopped suddenly, the smile on his face became a little stiff, Duo Duo saw Bai Song's appearance and thought that Bai Song was angry, Duo Duo shook Bai Song's hand and called out in a milky voice: "Dad." ”

Maybe in the previous life, it would be difficult for Bai Song to face such a simple problem as his daughter, but he was reborn in this life, which made Bai Song breathe a sigh of relief, and fortunately he was reborn.

Bai Song's face returned to a relaxed smile, he let go of Duoduo's little hand, bent down with his hands to support his knees, looked at Duoduo and said solemnly, "There will be." ”

Duoduo didn't seem to understand why her father became so serious because of such a thing, but she didn't know that men were the same even when facing children.

Looking at Duoduo's confused little expression, I smiled helplessly, and grabbed Duoduo's little hand again.

The owner of the cold vegetable shop watched Bai Song walk into the store, smiled and asked, "What do you want to cut?" ”

"Cut half a catty of pig's ears, ......" Bai Song thought for a while, remembering that his daughter seemed to like to eat rabbits, and said: "Let's cut half a ginger rabbit again." ”

"Okay."

The boss is a very quick person, plus the cold dish itself is cooked food, and the condiments are also prepared in advance with a bunch of ginger and garlic tar and the like, which only need to be mixed together according to the proportion.

Bai Song probably also knew that this old shopkeeper had been doing it for nearly 20 years, and the shop was a very small shop, and it had never hired employees or anything like that, and most of the people here were packed up and eaten at home.

It is said that practice makes perfect, but some people feel that doing the same thing day after day feels very boring, and they either change careers or do it numbly for a living.

But there are also people who do the same thing, and unlike the former, even if it is a mechanical work day after day, he is willing to do it with his heart.

Once you do something with your heart and persist for decades, no matter how humble things are, it can be called art, just like the boss in front of you, those seasonings can match the taste of the golden ratio without even looking at them.

Cut, cut, pinch, spoon...... Each step is so fluid that it looks like a performance, and it's not too much of a seemingly inconspicuous job to be called art.

Isn't art just derived from life and higher than life?

With his daughter, he walked out of the cold vegetable shop, and Bai Song looked up at the sky again, and the dark clouds had not yet dispersed.

"White Pine!"

Walking and walking, Bai Song suddenly someone called his name, turned his head and saw that it was the only place on the street that sold welfare lottery tickets, except for here, it was far away to sell.

Bai Song walked in a little and found the source of the voice: "It's you, old ghost." ”

The old ghost is a fifty-year-old man, and I have forgotten what the old ghost is called Bai Song, but I only know that his name is the old ghost, and the old ghost is not a person who often messes with Bai Song.

At the beginning, Bai Song also went to work, this old ghost is Bai Song's team leader, everyone calls him an old ghost, whether it is a young man who has just entered the society at the age of twenty or an old fritter in his thirties and forties, they all call him that.

What the old ghost is called, on the contrary, few people know.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and you haven't played with us since you resigned."

The old ghost's group is all young people who can talk to each other.,The relationship between the two is quite good during the work period.,In memory,It seems that the old ghost also lives around here.。

"What have you been up to lately?" The old ghost obviously didn't know the reputation of Bai Song, and the whole street was still quite big, in fact, only a few people knew Bai Song.

"Didn't do anything...... Bai Song wanted to prevaricate in the past, but I don't know why Bai Song couldn't help but say: "It's just making some money in the game or something, eh...... Let's work the same as before. ”

"It's good, at least it's free." The old ghost smiled, looked at Duoduo and asked Bai Song, "This is your daughter?" Oops, that's good. ”

Bai Song took his daughter's hand, glanced at the old ghost and said, "Well, Duoduo call uncle." ”

Generally speaking, in this case, what will be called Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, Uncle Zhao and the like, Bai Song really forgot what the old ghost was called, and if he wanted to ask, he would be embarrassed, he couldn't call Uncle Ghost, right?

Duoduo's small hand held Bai Song's arm, and his eyes were timid: "Hello uncle." ”

"Eh, hello." The old ghost was originally a very free and easy person.,Because it's summer, there is also a freezer next to the lottery shop.,The old ghost asked the boss to buy an ice cream: "Duoduo, uncle gave it to you." ”

Duoduo glanced at Bai Song inquiringly, because he usually said not to take strangers' things casually, Bai Song knew what Duo Duo meant, and nodded: "Take it, say thank you, uncle." ”

"Thank you, uncle." Duoduo took the ice cream and said obediently.

Duoduo was eating quietly alone with ice cream, and the lottery shop was air-conditioned, and Bai Song couldn't help but get a little closer.

The scorching heat of summer is really uncomfortable, and the white pines are a little unbearable, let alone blooming.