She turned around and walked in the direction of Qi Ning High School, and from a distance, she saw that the soup noodle shop she used to go to was still open, but it was not as lively as usual, and the three or two customers were sitting sparsely. This soup noodle shop is not far from Qining High School, in the past, after self-study at night, a large group of classmates came to eat supper, the boss and the proprietress are very good, can remember the preferences of each classmate.

Shu Tinglan likes to drink soup and eat vegetables, but he doesn't like to eat vermicelli, and the boss puts a lot of dishes every time, and there are only a few vermicelli for decoration.

Cheng Chen likes to eat spicy, but because it is a supper, the boss persuades her to eat lighter at night every time, even if Cheng Chen is dissatisfied, the boss insists on putting less chili peppers on her.

Lu Kuo's big boy has an amazing amount of food, every time Cheng Chen can't finish eating, he doesn't dislike it, he pours it all into his bowl, and even drinks the soup clean.

Zhuo Yu'an, he is also there? Shu Tinglan suddenly remembered at this time that Zhuo Yu'an had a period of time and would go out with them for supper every night, but he didn't eat, just sat there quietly and waited for Lu Kuo.

Once Lu Kuo said, what are you doing if you don't eat?

Zhuo Yu'an said, wait for you.

Lu Kuo smiled sarcastically: What are you waiting for me to do? Our family is not on the same path, and the drunkard doesn't mean to drink!

At that time, Shu Tinglan still thought that their relationship was so good, and it would be good to get along for a while longer.

It was about Zhuo Yu'an who was very quiet at that time and didn't eat supper, so Shu Tinglan almost didn't remember that he had participated, but now he was standing opposite the door of the soup noodle shop, as if there was a shadow of him back then.

When the boss saw a guest coming, he still asked with a smile on his face, what do you want to eat?

"Soup powder. She replied, and found the window seat she used to sit in.

There were not many people in the store, so the boss quickly served it and chatted with her when he had nothing to do.

"The girl isn't a local, is she?"

The boss had completely forgotten about her.

"Well, come on a business trip. ”

"If you listen to the accent, you are not from Qining. But you look a little like the little girl who used to come to our store. That little girl has no conscience, and she has never come back since graduating from high school. In the past, when I saw her look as beautiful as a doll, my wife would secretly add an omelette to her every time and put it at the bottom of the soup powder for her. My wife has been talking about it for several years, saying that she dreams of giving birth to such a beautiful daughter, and when she grows up, she must be better looking than a star. ”

Shu Tinglan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the little girl in the boss's mouth was her, and it turned out that the omelette was specially given to her, not the soup powder. Cheng Chen said that she always realized it in hindsight and couldn't feel the kindness of others.

"Wife, come and see, doesn't this girl look like a little girl who always came to our store back then?"

When the proprietress heard the sound, she really took a closer look at Shu Tinglan a few times, and then shook her head with some disappointment

"The facial features are similar, they all look so beautiful, but no, the temperament is different. That little girl is very arrogant and ignores everyone, this girl has a peaceful eyebrow and affinity. ”

The proprietress hit the nail on the head to point out the difference.

Shu Tinglan just smiled, she didn't expect that when she returned to Qi Ning for the first time after many years, she would meet someone who was worried about her, and they were two strangers who had nothing to do with her and she didn't remember. It's just that the proprietress misunderstands her? She wasn't arrogant in high school, but she didn't like to socialize, so she didn't talk much.

The taste of the soup noodles is as delicious as it was back then, but the omelette at the bottom of the bowl is missing, and on a whim, I took a photo of the soup noodles, as well as the photos of the small shop I just took, and sent it to Moments, with the text: A little warmth. Today should be preferred