"Where are we going to have breakfast?" Li Zifan had just walked to the sidewalk across the road, looking around at the people around her, and her eyes could only squint slightly in the sun.

"Let's go ahead and look for it, anyway, it's still an hour before the meeting, it's too late." Zhu Jia said.

The two of them chose to go with the crowd. In the direction of the stream, I just walked through the health management building in the north area of Suzhou Municipal Hospital and saw a small fork in the road in front of me, there was a white breakfast car parked there, and a slightly chubby girl was lining up there.

Li Zifan pointed over there with some surprise: "I want to eat the finger cakes here, and I'm worried that there is nothing to eat." She didn't wait for Zhu Jia's response, and walked straight to the stall: "Boss, I want a finger cake, with eggs and tenderloin." ”

"Add egg tenderloin, right?" The middle-aged woman with an apron checked with her again.

"Yes." She nodded as she spoke.

"I want one like her." Zhu Jia then said.

"Okay, two finger cakes, both with tenderloin." The middle-aged woman repeated the poop again.

There were no trees to cover the empty side, and the sunlight hit the two people directly, and she turned sideways to avoid the sun shining directly on her face.

He habitually took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but found that the font on the screen was not clear, so he simply crossed his hands and followed her gaze to look at the road in front of him.

At this moment, several cars with advertisements walked in front of them, and they didn't even notice when the slightly chubby woman behind them left Li Zifen.

Behind the two, a small white electric car stopped, and a swarthy man with a rough body asked, "Boss, how many more?" ”

"Two, it's going to be done right away, you wait a minute." The middle-aged woman in the dining car said with a smile, she was holding a spatula to be burned. Multiply. Multiply. Sound. The two finger cakes turned over, and that side has presented a piece. Gold. Huang, she looked up at the two people who left only one silhouette: "What sauce do you want?" ”

"Mine is just ketchup." Li Zifan turned around and said.

"Mine with a little hot sauce in addition to the ketchup." Zhu Jia then said.

After a while, the two of them each took a bag of cold soy milk and avoided several groups of people in the direction of the flow of people. Tide. Walking to the door of the hospital, she still had a piece of tenderloin in her mouth. Thin. piece, I saw the young man next to him bite a large piece of cake with a red face: "You see you eat anything fast." “

She laughed so loudly that she choked inattention, she quickly took out a napkin from the white canvas bag and covered it, coughed several times in a row, and after a while, her face regained its calmness, and she looked up at him, who was already standing in the shade of a tree next to him drinking cold soy milk.

Zhu Jia looked at the surging tide in the distance and said: "Now there is nearly an hour before the start of the meeting, should we go to Shantang Street again to have a look, didn't we play on the other side of the bridge yesterday?" Just go. He looked at her side of the face expectantly.

Her brows furrowed slightly: "I forgot to charge my phone last night, I want to go in and find a place to charge it, I want to go to you." "She wasn't too excited by the sun.

"Then you go in first, I still want to go outside." Zhu Jia saw her resolute expression, and he felt that he was a little. Self. Make. Many. Love., no more, force, said in a calm tone.

"Okay, goodbye, I'll go straight to the conference hall." She was also very decisive, waved directly at him, and walked towards the hospital, her back pulled by the rising sun. Old. Long.

He looked at the girl who was gradually moving away from him, and seemed to think about whether he would still work in that hospital when she graduated two years later.

He withdrew his gaze, and looked at the already crowded traffic again, and the bustle of the early morning was like a gust of hot wind, stirring up his . Hot. Feeling. His pace is fast and nimble against the flow of people.