Jiang Yanzhou was very mixed when he was a child, rolling in the mud and rolling around and around, but his previous personality was not as boring as it is now.

The prison scene had a big impact on him.

He himself never mentioned the prison, and no one wanted to tear the wound in his heart, and they never asked him more, lest he feel uncomfortable, lest he think about things that were not good.

He is silent most of the time, almost nonexistent, like a backdrop that can be easily ignored.

Qi Suya didn't understand what was going on with Jiang Yanzhou, she couldn't understand him all the time, his expressionless iceberg face was too hidden.

He is not like other people who are moody, and he is not even like Jiang Jingyun, who is full of bad water, he is more down-to-earth and does his own things.

It seems honest and honest, but it's not.

The heaviness he carried on his back was like mountains and rivers, and sometimes he wanted to make him laugh, but she teased him again and again, but this person still had a cold expression.

……

"Brother Yanzhou, do you have any favorite things?"

She asked suddenly.

Jiang Yanzhou thought for a moment, then shook his head, paused, and nodded again.

"Does farming count?"

Qi Suya: "......"

Jiang Yanzhou looked serious.

"When I get home, I want to dig a cellar and store up the food I grow, so that I won't be afraid of running out of food even if there is a drought in the future."

Qi Suya: "......"

Even his 'preferences' are so pragmatic.

But it can also be seen that the drought in the past really affected her deeply.

Food is precious, and there has never been that miserable life, and even if you can understand the preciousness of food, it is not as deep as him, not as deep as their feelings.

But his answer like this really made her a little uncomfortable.

For a moment, the two fell silent.

……

Jiang Yanzhou looked at her for a long time.

No matter how dull he was, he understood at this moment that she originally wanted to chat with herself, but she was killed by herself this day.

He thought for a long time, then pursed his lips: "I like soda." ”

She let out an 'ah' and her eyes lit up as she looked at the soda bottle he was carrying. She had taken it out of the space before.

Jiang Yanzhou thought about it seriously: "There are many types of soda, Fanta and Lychee Zhenzhen, but my favorite is Coke. ”

He remembered the box in Huaichun City, and inside the box was a pile of slags from soda bottles.

At the beginning of the year, when it was still very cold, Yaya drank Coke soda with the Wang family girl who lived upstairs, she thought she wanted to drink it too, so she asked Wang Xiao to buy it.

Later, the bottle rested on the windowsill every day, and was accidentally touched to the ground by Su Murong, and then shattered into a pile of slag.

There may be some people, some things, that's it.

Even if I like it very much, even if I want to protect the treasure with my heart, the plan can't keep up with the changes.

It's destined to be lost, and even if you want to keep it, you can't keep it.

Qi Suya deliberately said in a happy tone: "Then I'll prepare a little more Coke when I go back, and drink it whenever I want to!" ”

He nodded quietly.

"Except for Coke? Anything else you like? ”

Jiang Yanzhou thought for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that his life was very empty.

He likes, it seems, really little.

Even the broken bottle of Coke at the beginning was not a liking, not a love for things. But it's important, it's what he wants to cherish.

After a while, he slowly looked at her beside him.

If you really want to ask him what he likes, then, he likes her, is that a preference?

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