"Don't worry, I'll get you home safely." Beilang was afraid that he would hurt her, so he let go of his hand: "It is said that his small skewers are delicious, let's try them together." After speaking, he walked to the simple food stall with a familiar car, and shouted loudly: "Boss, please boil ten strings of sugar water." ”

"Okay." The stall owner is a chubby middle-aged woman, dressed in plain gray clothes, I saw her skillfully pick up ten small meat skewers, and pour a layer of sweet sugar water when they are boiled to a certain temperature: "Your sugar water is ready." She carefully wrapped the skewers and handed them over.

The sweet smell of boiled sugar water filled the air, Nan Zuisheng sniffed and swallowed her saliva unconsciously, she quietly glanced at the carton in Bei Langsheng's hand with her spare eyes, her expression was a little tangled.

Bei Langsheng, who had been secretly observing her, picked up the sugar water and boiled it mischievously, and dangled it in front of her: "Are you sure you don't eat it?" As he spoke, he picked up a string of sugar water and boiled it, put it under his nose and sniffed it with an intoxicated expression: "It's so fragrant, if you don't eat it, these will all belong to me alone." ”

Nan Zuisheng frowned and struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help tiptoe under the temptation of the sweet smell: "Then I'll try it reluctantly." Bei Langsheng smiled and raised his arm, teased her for a while, and then handed over all the sugar water in his hand.

The tender green vegetation was full of life under the gardener's pruning, and a corner of the white villa quietly emerged among the mottled leaves of the branches. She took her backpack and whispered.

"Okay." Bei Langsheng took off his headset and held the trunk of the tree with one hand: "Go home quickly." ”

Nan Zuisheng nodded slightly: "You too." She turned and walked along the boulevard to the front, the sound of the guard opening the door was clear, and Bei Langsheng withdrew his hand and stood under the tree, a few freshly pruned broken leaves rolling down to her feet in the wind. He watched the girl's back fade away, a playful smile on the corner of his lips.

"You're really cheap...... Nan Fusheng. He whispered, and his slender figure disappeared into the setting sun.

"Brother!" Nan Zuisheng changed his shoes and walked into the living room, and unceremoniously threw the rabbit backpack on the sofa: "I'm back." The voice fell for a long time, and she didn't hear anyone reply, she walked up to the second floor suspiciously, and Nan Fusheng was not found in the study or piano room: "Is there something to go out?" Nan Zuisheng muttered to himself in some confusion.

Just as she turned around and was about to go downstairs, a hand appeared from behind the blackout curtain on the balcony, her slender fingers carefully folded the tassel tie, Nan Fusheng's upright figure was bathed in the sunset, and slowly turned around and reflected in Nan Zuisheng's eyes: "Brother, ......?" Nan Zuisheng was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing standing here alone." ”

Nan Fusheng didn't reply, just stepped forward and touched the top of her head dotingly: "It's been so long since school, are you hungry?" A simple sentence, but it contains countless deep meanings.

Nan Zuisheng smiled innocently and childishly: "It's okay, brother, but when I think of your craft, I feel a lot more hungry in an instant." She held Nan Fusheng's arm on top of her head and shook it coquettishly: "Let's eat wine and stuffed dumplings tonight, I haven't eaten the balls you wrapped for me for a long time." ”

Nan Fusheng indulged her coquettish behavior and nodded lightly: "Okay." ”

The bony fingers kneaded the dough on the board with moderate strength, and a little white flour stained Nan Fusheng's tie, and the afterglow of the setting sun passed through the corner of the window, staining the flour of the same white shirt lightly, as if the snow was melting: "Do you want to eat rock sugar osmanthus stuffing or red bean taro balls?" Familiarly kneading the white and fat balls, Nan Fusheng lowered his head and asked.

"Rock sugar osmanthus!" Nan Zuisheng lay on the side and replied crisply: "Hmm." Nan Fusheng took out some rock candy from the refrigerator, put it on the cutting board, picked up the wooden stick of rolling dough, first gathered together and mashed it, and then evenly spread the broken sugar crystals into small pieces on the cutting board, and crushed it carefully with a wooden stick.

Nan Zuisheng lay on the dining table and watched his movements, the other party's handsome eyebrows and eyes were lowered and his temperament was extraordinarily gentle, and the fine rock candy inadvertently rubbed against the black tie with his movements, and the clear sugar crystals were like snowflakes falling from the night sky.

"Brother......" Nan Zuisheng gradually became stupid in this quiet and warm atmosphere, she couldn't help but call softly, and she didn't even notice a strand of hair naughtily burrowed into her mouth.

Nan Fusheng put down the work in his hand and raised his head to look at the cute girl in front of him: "Little fool." With a shallow smile in his eyes, he patted the top of Nan Zuisheng's warm velvet head: "Oh, don't pat my head!" Nan Zuisheng instantly exploded: "The old man said that the head of the pat is not tall." ”

"Even if I don't shoot you, you won't grow tall." Nan Fusheng shook his head disapprovingly, and joked with a smile: "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." ”

Nan Zuisheng snorted, and the moment she stood up, she blocked the golden light and shadow, and the dark shadow set off her slender figure. Nan Fusheng leaned forward, bent down slightly and stretched out his hand, brushing a strand of hair from her mouth. The two stared at each other across the dining table, and from time to time there was the gentle chirping of birds outside the window.

"Brother......" Nan Zuisheng looked away and called softly, stretched out his finger to the little balls in the pot: "It's about to be cooked." ”

“……”

Nan Fusheng turned around a little embarrassed, and the tie that had not yet been taken off crossed a vague arc in mid-air with his movements, and the boiling water in the pot overflowed, and countless white and fat little balls scrambled to roll to the ground.

After quickly turning off the power, Nan Fusheng stood in front of the pot awkwardly and looked at the mess all over the ground, he picked up the porcelain bowl and squatted on the ground to pick up the small balls one by one.

Nan Zuisheng couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his scrambled appearance: "Wait for these that fell on the ground to cool down and pick them up again." She smiled with crooked eyebrows, gloating while not forgetting to reach out and twist some rock candy chips into her mouth: "It seems that I can only eat some stuffing tonight to satisfy my hunger." ”

Hearing her ridicule, Nan Fusheng stood up with a porcelain bowl and faced her: "Eat again." He put away the sugar crystals on the board, leaned on the refrigerator behind him, admired Nan Zuisheng's puffing appearance that he didn't have to steal his mouth, and smiled helplessly.

SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick were playing on the TV, and Nan Zuisheng was leaning lazily on the sofa with a soft pillow, looking intently at these cute underwater creatures: "By the way, brother, when you were in high school, there must have been many girls chasing you." Opening his mouth to bite the fruit handed over by the other party, Nan Zui asked curiously.