(a)

Wear a sky-blue class outfit, it's the best thing to wear in the summer. Smile in the mirror and put on a little lipstick. When facing the "big mouth" Wang Zongren, he tried his best to have this touching smile on his face.

When the "big mouth" person saw Chang Xia, his mouth was propped up and opened by the small stick of the accident.

Probably he thought that Chang Xia was gone, but he didn't expect her to jump back like a gadfly that couldn't be killed.

Chang Xia looked nervously at Mr. Wang lowered his head and flipped through the manuscript in his hand, that Bai Xian used his experience in the pharmaceutical industry to transfer the bones that he had pieced together, and spent a distressing long-distance phone bill, and Chang Xia scratched his hair and turned over the magazine, and shoehorned in a pile of dead flesh.

Mr. Wang just glanced at it lightly: "Well, it's the first time it's written like this, it's already good." ”

He paused, and then said: "Actually, this kind of energy in you is very suitable for business, so let's go to our company to do business first." ”

In this era, the streets are full of commodities, and the streets are also full of salespeople, and if a company wants to survive, it must first sell its products.

But Chang Xia felt that he couldn't do sales.

Therefore, this interview still failed, after all, there is no martial arts myth in the city that can practice peerless magic skills in half a day.

(b)

Chang Xia almost threw himself into Bai Xian's arms, Bai Xian didn't have time to put down the luggage on his shoulders, stretched out an arm around Chang Xia, covering her whole in his arms, and rubbing his chin back and forth on Chang Xia's hair.

After a long time, let go of Chang Xia, put down his luggage, put his hands on Chang Xia's shoulders, looked at Chang Xia's face with pity, looked left and right, and said distressedly: "It's darker, it's thinner." ”

As if something had broken his voice, he suddenly hugged Chang Xia into his arms again.

Chang Xia felt his warm and generous body, a familiar breath like a thick cotton jacket in winter. Pick up Chang Xia's head again, "You suffered!" He gently touched Chang Xia's forehead with his lips.

Chang Xia smiled stupidly, and couldn't help but wipe the hair on his forehead that was slightly erect due to the short cut with his hand.

Ma Guang and Chunchun appeared at the door with a smile and a grin, hooking up their shoulders. Before the moon, both men will come back, and this is simply a grand show for two girls.

After eating sauerkraut fish at noon, it was red summer porridge in the evening. Bai Xian moved out of that theory again, men, the pressure outside is getting bigger and bigger, and when they get home, the kitchen is the best artistic world for them to create art.

Ma Guang's thick eyebrows bulged one by one, and his expression was vivid and responsive to this theory. In the evening, I embroidered the red summer porridge, which was fragrant and drooling.

Chunchun and Chang Xia giggled while pulling the table in the living room, and both of them were willing to leave such artistic creations to boys.

"How can you be willing to give up Beijing and come here?" Chang Xia asked with a smile.

"Ma Kuang is really good to me." Chang Xia was wearing denim overalls, with a small vest inside, as cute as a little boy, after saying a smile, the corners of her eyes squinted like a small fish pattern when she smiled, Chang Xia always suspected that there must be something painful and embarrassing in her Beijing life that she didn't want to mention to others.

The lovers and lovers in the world are like positive and negative magnets, and the good taste and way, the good width and depth are only known to the lovers themselves.

Chang Xia habitually put one foot on Bai Xian's lap who was sitting next to him. Just like a woodpecker seeing pests and diseases, Bai Xian couldn't help but study Chang Xia's toe covers, but it was terrible, the nail covers on the little finger were overlapping and growing together, he was itching, and he couldn't help but want to cut them.

It's the secret body language between lovers, like bees communicating pollen messages with bees in a language they don't understand.

After a while, Ma Guang came out of the kitchen, sat next to Chunchun, stretched out his arm to caress Chunchun's head, and said to Chang Xia and Bai Xian: "When I am away, she will not take care of herself and eat blindly." "The action of caressing Chunchun's head with his hand melts into a man's love, as well as father's love, which is touching.

(c)

After a while, the porridge was served, and there were leftovers from noon. There were some small black dots floating on the porridge, like small sesame grains, and no one cared at first, and they lowered their heads happily and sucked them suddenly.

Suddenly, Chunchun shouted: "Ants! "Where?" Chang Xia asked.

"In a bowl." Ah———— Chang Xia's mouth was open like a round egg, Bai Xian didn't react, just paused slightly, and Ma Guang put his mouth on the bowl knowingly.

Chang Xia concentrated on the light in his eyes to detect the contents of the bowl, and picked at it with chopsticks. Pick it out and stick it on the chopsticks to the front of everyone's eyes, and sure enough, the black dot is an ant.

The source of the ants should be like this: the spoon used to hold the rice is placed on the countertop, and Ma Guang forgot to rinse it with water before using it, and put it in the porridge and stir it diligently, as if the porridge can be used as a spoon for washing.

So this group of innocent ants was sent into porridge, and the third generation couldn't turn over, and some of them might even swim in the stomachs of the four of them.

Chunchun raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, his eyebrows were almost straight, and his mouth and eyes were round, "Ma Guang!" She shouted, very domineering and fierce, like the reincarnation of a female rakshasa, but the last note of the tone had already been polished very smooth by love, and this tone was like a water mirror, reflecting the degree to which a woman is favored by a man.

This kind of domineering Ma Guang is also willing to bear it. It's as if there is a kind of dance music, and the two of them can sense each other's corresponding dance postures at the same time.

At this time, Ma Guang, who had been "forgetting himself" and drinking porridge, raised his head with a puzzled expression: "What are you doing?" ”

Chunchun's anger encountered his "ignorance", and suddenly it was like porridge in a boiling pot, and the "anger" bubbled out: "How many times have I told you, don't pick up the spoon and use it with your eyes closed, you have to wash it with water, you have to wash it with water, why are you still like this?"

"It's okay, it's okay, ants are nutritious, and many places specialize in making ants eat!" Ma Guang's thick eyebrows vividly danced the figure-eight dance on his face, and in order to prove his correctness, he lowered his head and snorted like an old cow drinking water.

Chunchun was extremely angry, and quickly used chopsticks to dip a few black spots from the bowl and sent them straight into the door of Ma Guang's mouth: "Then give it to you." ”

Facing the black spots under his nose, Ma Guang's face did not change, and he immediately opened his mouth, as if it was the most delicious in the world, his eyes did not blink, his tongue curled, and he squeaked and inhaled.

Chunchun didn't say anything for a long time, staring strangely at the "old cow" in front of him.

Bai Xian, who had been watching from the sidelines, was also supporting at this time, "It's okay, it's okay." He said steadily, buried his head, and drank the porridge without hurry, as if nothing had happened, how could there be ants in this bowl, it was obvious that you were dazzled and misunderstood!

Chunchun and Chang Xia pouted one by one, twisted their suspicious brows, looked left and right, like a little mouse circling around the lure erbium, helpless to resist the temptation of sweet potatoes, so they had to peck their lips, stick to the edge of the bowl, and suck carefully little by little.

Chang Xia thought, this is quite like our love, the distressing survival ant crawling in the sweetness.