Thinking of the more than 10,000 yuan burned, Chen Shufen's body would involuntarily tremble.

I guess it's a kind of mental trauma that needs to be recovered slowly.

Jiang Zhilian took out a piece of paper and a pen, put it in front of her aunt, and reported today's account by herself.

"I made a total of 128 pieces of hot tofu, gave 8 pieces, sold 120 pieces, and a dime and a half cents a piece. Sweet soy milk also let people taste a few bowls for free, and 68 bowls were sold, and a bowl cost five cents. Soybeans used 80 pounds ......"

Chen Shufen listened to it, and unconsciously picked up the pen to write and calculate.

……

In the living room, Wu Tao and Meng Qing were chatting.

They have lived next to each other for so many years, sitting together, and the content of the chat is still limited to greeting each other, which is too polite.

Jiang Zhilian came out after reporting the account and saw that Meng Qing had eaten such a large pot of noodles, and her jaw dropped in shock.

I've been hungry for a few days, and I'm not afraid of bursting my stomach!

Seeing Jiang Zhilian come out, Meng Qing got up and said goodbye: "Uncle, aunt, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." ”

Wu Tao said politely: "Xiao Meng, come often." ”

Meng Qing nodded respectfully, "Okay, uncle, take care of your body." ”

Chen Shufen sat at the table without moving, still holding a pen in her hand, she turned her head and shouted into the living room: "Lianwa, you send it." ”

Jiang Zhilian happily changed her shoes, "Okay! ”

On the way to the bus stop, the two men did not speak at first, walking side by side silently.

Jiang Zhilian felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and tilted her head to look at Meng Qing, "Why don't you speak?" ”

Meng Qing lowered his eyes, met her gaze, and said in a light tone, "I have nothing to say." ”

Do you have to find something to talk about?

He doesn't have this hobby.

Jiang Zhilian rolled her eyes, "It's as if you have a good chat with my sister-in-law, but haven't you stopped talking." ”

"He's an elder, it's different." Meng Qing saw that she was walking slowly, so she slowed down.

It seems to make a lot of sense.

Since he didn't have anything to say, she should get started.

"Did you have something you wanted to say to me that day?" Jiang Zhilian didn't think about it, so she blurted out, probably this question has been held in her heart for too long, she is really curious.

Meng Qing asked quietly, "Which day?" ”

"The day of the candlelight dinner." Jiang Zhilian was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember, so she added a few more words, "The first time you came to my rental house, didn't the power go out when you were eating!" You called me by name, and I thought you had something important to say to me, but I was interrupted by movement upstairs, so I didn't say it. ”

Meng Qing looked ahead and nodded calmly, "Hmm." ”

Jiang Zhilian looked at him, pursed her lips and smiled, her heartbeat suddenly a little fast, "What do you want to say?" ”

Meng Qing: "I want to say that it seems good to marry you." ”

Jiang Zhilian looked shocked.

Is this how her long-awaited confession came?

What to do? Does she have to say something? Say she wants to?

But wouldn't that seem too straightforward?

yes, you can't act like a woman.

Be reserved!

You should put on a thinking posture and take this matter very seriously......

Just when Jiang Zhilian was running her brain quickly, trying to suppress her emotional impulse with reason, and strangled sentences like "Okay", "I do", and "I'm so happy" in the cradle, Meng Qing indifferently floated a heart-piercing sentence.

"I probably had a bad brain at the time, but now that I think it's good for us to be neighbors."

Jiang Zhilian: "......"

Happiness came too suddenly, and it was lost too suddenly.

The bus stop is not very far, it's a short walk and they are waiting under the stop sign.

Jiang Zhilian didn't know why she didn't turn around and go home, but stood here stupidly with him.

Miraculously, the cars that usually come soon have not been seen for a long time today.

The number of people waiting for the bus gradually increased.

The two of them were too crowded, so they tacitly moved to a place next to them where there were few people.

Meng Qing put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked left and right, and saw that there was no sign of the car coming, so he took the initiative to chat.

"Yesterday I saw a few masters at your aunt's house, are they the ones you invited? Ready to build a new house? ”

"Well, let's clean it up first and rebuild the foundation." Jiang Zhilian hadn't recovered from the major blow of just 800 volts, and was a little listless, "I'm going to build a small second floor and get an indoor bathroom, so that my aunt and my sister-in-law can live more comfortably in the future." ”

Meng Qing: "Uncle said what furniture you need, and he will make it for you." ”

"Really? That's great! Jiang Zhilian's mood suddenly improved, Qiao Dong and Mu Jiaojiao are two little suns living in the world, and they can always shine warm on the people around them.

No matter how bad things are, they seem to fall apart in front of them.

Jiang Zhilian: "Do my uncle and aunt want to live in your house all the time?" ”

"They are also ready to build a house, in the open space next to my backyard, which is the Qiao family's homestead, and the formalities have been completed."

"Oops, that's great! By the time we moved back, we had an amazing neighbor! ”

Thinking about it, she felt happy, and Jiang Zhilian's eyes lit up with joy.

Meng Qing heard that there was a sugar gourd seller not far away, so she looked for prestige and asked her, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"You wait!" Jiang Zhilian rushed over and bought two sugar gourds, turned around and ran back and handed one to Meng Qing, "Here you go, please eat!" ”

Meng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome!" Jiang Zhilian opened her mouth to bite off a whole hawthorn, and suddenly grinned with sourness, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and the back of her ears was so sour that she couldn't look like it, she raised her hand and pressed it, baring her teeth and complaining, "Mom, it's too sour, it's sour!" ”

Meng Qing didn't change his face when he ate, "This hawthorn is very fresh, you can't eat sour?" ”

"It's okay to be sour, but this one is too sour, but the sugar wrapped around is quite sweet." Jiang Zhilian is like a child, and she doesn't bite the hawthorn for the rest of the few, only the sweet sugar outside.

Meng Qing looked at her speechlessly for a while, stretched out her little tongue for a while, and pursed her red lips for a while, full of naïve child appearance.

At this time, the bus came slowly, Jiang Zhilian looked at the car in a daze, sipped off the sugar from the corner of her mouth, and a reluctant expression flashed on her face.

Meng Qing lowered his eyes and glanced at her, and said lightly: "I haven't finished eating yet, wait for the next one." ”

Jiang Zhilian grinned, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of unconcealable smiles, "Also, you see so many people crowding a car, and then squeeze you again!" ”

Meng Qing: "......"

Is he made of foam, squeezing it can be broken!

The car drove away, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A dirty puppy came out of the grass and had two leaves hanging from its head.

It walked to Jiang Zhilian's feet, squatted down, and looked up at her with a pitiful look.

"If you don't eat it, give it food." As Meng Qing spoke, the little dog tilted his head to look at him, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Jiang Zhilian has never had a dog and has no experience, so she is a little uneasy.

"Hawthorn is so sour, can it eat it? Won't it be eaten badly? Doesn't it mean that dogs have a particularly sensitive sense of smell and taste? ”

"Stray dogs eat garbage all year round, and their stomachs are better than those of ordinary dogs. Eating too much hawthorn will form stomach acid, which is really not good. But it doesn't matter if you only eat these few in your hand. It's hungry, give it to it. ”

Meng Qing is easy to be soft-hearted towards stray animals, but he knows that he has no way to treat and adopt them all, so he can only meet the help once.

No matter how much he wants, he can't do it.

Jiang Zhilian squatted down, pulled the hawthorn out of the bamboo skewer one by one, and put it in front of the puppy.

The dog first glanced at her, then sniffed it with its nose, and then began to eat it.

When it ate the first one, it was still a little vigilant, and it was obviously shaken a few times by the acid.

But maybe it's really hungry, and the last few almost swallowed it directly after only two chews.

"I'll buy it another steamed bun!" Jiang Zhilian said and stood up.

Meng Qingyi grabbed her wrist, "That's enough, unless you plan to adopt it, don't be too nice to it, it needs to be more wary of humans." ”

"Why?" Jiang Zhilian was puzzled.

Meng Qing's eyes were cold, "Because many people just want to take it to the restaurant and sell it for money......"