In the early morning of spring, the weather was mild, and the sun was warm and soft after the mist. At a café located on the commercial street of Yuncheng, while there are not many people, the clerk is preparing the day's materials at the bar, and the sound of plastic bags and the muffled sound of the coffee machine is mixed. A man pushed the door in, and the bell on the doorknob rang back and forth, and when the door closed, the frost he brought with him turned into steam in the heat.

The man was wearing a caramel-colored coat with a dark suit that was ironed flat, and the dim light shadow shone on his somewhat cold cheeks, which showed a bit of stereotype. He took his wallet out of his coat pocket, walked over to the ordering table, and asked for an American.

The perfume on his body was the smell of freesia, and the clerk at the cashier smelled it. When she took the money, she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him, just in front of her gaze, she saw that his eyes were deep and light, as if looking into a deep spring, quiet and stable.

"Do you take it away or eat it at the store?" She asked.

"Take it, thank you." The man's voice was calm and crisp.

The clerk wanted to ask something, but unfortunately, the mobile phone in the man's pocket rang at the right time, he lowered his head to answer it, and the coffee from the bar had already been delivered. The clerk sighed and handed the coffee to the man, when he turned around and went out, the fragrance of freesia diffused in the air, the sweet taste was very different from his temperament and there was no sense of disobedience, she heard the man open the door and spoke at the same time:

"The information has been struck? If you want everything, check Song Xiang's duty schedule and send it to me in a while, well, that's all. ”

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The wind in the early morning was ignored by the heat of approaching summer, the lights and wine and green ears were noisy at night, the whistles on the successive driveways and the noise of pedestrians began to come in, and the iron door seemed to be buzzing, and the clerk in the breakfast shop stood up and shouted one fried bun and two soy milk in the third seat. Everything around was exceptionally clear, the light of the first day began to climb up, the weather was still foggy and not bright enough, Song Xiang took a small sip of soy milk, the hot liquid flowed warmly into his stomach, and his fingertips were hot.

When he met Gu Yu, Song Xiang also felt a little surprised, and the two walked around the road several times, and finally Gu Yu rubbed his fingers and said, do you want to go to breakfast. The two of them went from the avenue to the shop in the small market and waited for breakfast. In the morning, the store was a little quiet, and Song Xiang looked up at him with blinking: "Why are you here?" ”

"Night run." Gu Yu is serious.

Song Xiang looked at the sky: "It's a little....too?" Right? ”

Gu Yu said: "I just got off the training match." ”

"It was so hard. It's almost dawn. Song Xiang said softly.

"What about you, why are you still outside so late?" Gu Yu asked.

"I just got back from the hospital." Song Xiang buried his head and took another sip of rich soy milk, leaving a circle of white water stains on his lips, which was licked clean again.

They came really early, the sanitation workers had just gone to work, the cleaning tools on the street made a fine electronic sound, the owner of the breakfast shop had just brought out a drawer of hot meat buns, the bottom of the pot was brushed with oil, golden fried on both sides, and placed on a plate with a white porcelain bottom, eight round, the bottom was brown and crispy, the plate was specially made, a pair of small ears on both sides, a small nest was sunken, and the dipping sauce was poured into it before it was served on the table.

"Come on, come on, eat while it's hot." The proprietress smiled happily on her face, there were still few people at this time, and she diligently put chopsticks on the two of them: "A hundred years of ancestral craftsmanship raw fried buns, I want to come to a cage after I eat it, and the big skin is thin and the stuffing is more delicious~"

"Thank you, hostess." Song Xiang also laughed back.

"You'll have to try it!" Gu Yu was very face-saving, took the chopsticks and held a bun, took a bite of the skin, the juice in it was so hot that the skin of the mouth was red, but he also praised the proprietress happily: "Fragrant!" ”

"Eh, you're welcome." The proprietress smiled even more happily, and beckoned Aunt Qinza again: "This is here to deliver a plate of side dishes." ”

"Thank you, hostess." Gu Yu said with a smile.

The proprietress smiled and said to eat slowly, the wind chimes on the door were hit by the wind, she twisted her waist, smiled and received, the wind came in from the crack in the door, and blew on the back of Song Xiang's hand, not cold, but also warm.

"I just wanted to ask, did you just get off work?" When Gu Yu said this, he opened the bun with chopsticks, divided it into two halves, half of it was dipped in the sauce, and half was placed in the plate, and it was sandwiched into Song Xiang's bowl as naturally as possible: "Taste it." ”

Song Xiang nodded lightly: "It's not counted, the hospital is a little urgent." ”

"I'm in such a hurry to go out that I forgot to bring anything." She's a little embarrassed.

Gu Yu nodded again and again: "Being a doctor is harder." This is the first sentence of Song Xiang.

Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, the fried buns were not so hot in the back and forth, and the fresh fragrance and slightly burnt taste of the skin were indeed just right.

"It's delicious." She said.