Zhuang Yiman asked funny: "So you came all the way to drink a cup of ginger soup?" ”

Xiao Jinxuan nodded, not feeling that there was any problem with this.

"Where's Aunt Zhao?"

"At home, there is no taste of you in the ginger soup cooked by Aunt Zhao."

“……！” Zhuang Yiman's mouth was deflated, and his dislike for Xiao Jinxuan was beyond words.

There was no way, Zhuang Yiman had to enter the code on the combination lock behind his back, and invited him in after the door opened.

Xiao Jinxuan followed her into the kitchen and asked, "Have you eaten dinner?" ”

Zhuang Yiman shook his head, "No, what about you?" ”

"No, what do you want to eat?"

"Call for takeout, there should be a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator that are broken."

"Well, then you can call it, I'll clean up the refrigerator."

Zhuang Yiman turned his head to look at Xiao Jinxuan, who was opening the refrigerator, and nodded, "En." ”

Fortunately, Zhuang Yiman ate almost all the ingredients that Xiao Jinxuan bought for her that day, and there was not much left in the refrigerator.

Xiao Jinxuan quickly selected the bad ingredients and threw them all into the trash.

Zhuang Yiman ordered a good meal, turned back to the kitchen, and asked him, "Jiang is not bad, is it?" ”

"Yes."

Xiao Jinxuan took the ginger out of the refrigerator and handed it to Zhuang Yiman.

After Zhuang Yiman took it, he walked to the sink to clean the ginger, peeled it with a knife, and slice it.

Xiao Jinxuan leaned lazily on the door frame of the kitchen, looking at Zhuang Yiman's busy figure in the kitchen, and a shallow smile unconsciously appeared on his thin lips.

He used to be busy with work, and sometimes it was late at night after work, but she never left, always by his side, so he took her presence for granted.

It wasn't until she moved out and went home every day to face the unpopular house that Xiao Jinxuan realized...... The meaning of home is not the size of the house, but the people who live in it with you.

For him, the place where there is a village is home.

Xiao Jinxuan really wants Zhuang Yiman to move home, or Zhuang Yiman agrees to him to move to her house, as long as the two are together.

"Eman."

"Huh?"

Zhuang Yiman waited for a moment and didn't wait for Xiao Jinxuan's next words, she turned her head a little curiously, and her apricot blossom eyes met Xiao Jinxuan's pair of tender phoenix eyes.

Xiao Jinxuan actually didn't have anything to say to Zhuang Yiman, he just wanted to call her.

Seeing that she turned her head to look at him puzzled, he had to think of a topic at random.

In Zhuang Yiman's puzzled eyes, he finally opened his thin lips and asked, "Why do they call you Xingxing, uncle?" ”

"That's my nickname."

Zhuang Yiman turned around, turned off the heat, and put the brown sugar ginger water in the pot into the cup.

"I heard my mother say that it was because the night I was born, the night sky was full of stars, very shining, and in her eyes, I was just like those stars, bright and bright. So, she gave me the nickname Xingxing. ”

Her sweet and soft voice sounded slowly, explaining her nickname to Xiao Jinxuan.

After a few seconds of silence, a tender call came from behind Zhuang Yiman: "Stars." ”

His voice was clear and elegant, as gentle as a spring breeze in March, as beautiful as a heavenly sound, and a simple call gently plucked Zhuang Yiman's heartstrings.

After she calmed down her slightly rippling mind, she turned around and handed Xiao Jinxuan the cup with brown sugar ginger water in her hand, "Drink it, be careful of scalding." ”