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Rebirth to create a perfect home Chapter 123 You love sweet, I love salty

Chapter 123: You Love Sweet, I Love Salty

Qingfeng listens to the heart

That was the blind spot of Shui Qing's vision. So I didn't see Jian Cangwu at first.

Shui Qing greeted him, and didn't wait for him, afraid that the burden would be carried away, so he took three steps and two steps and got on the stone bridge.

"Uncle, give me two bowls of tofu flowers." The south flows the north water under your feet.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The old man's brown face wrinkled with a smile, "Wait for your boyfriend." ”

Shui Qing's face was not red, and he was used to being misunderstood, "First come, first served." Uncle, the first bowl is mine, please don't put chopped green onions. ”

The old man smiled, put on gloves, took out two porcelain bowls from the transparent cabinet on the right, opened the warm pot on the left, put a large spoonful of tofu flowers out, sprinkled with dried shrimp, poured sesame oil and chili oil, and a tablespoon of dark red seasoning.

"Let's give me more chili oil." She smelled the scent.

"Here you go." The old man put a disposable small soup spoon, "Be careful of burning your tongue." ”

"Uncle, why don't you use disposable bowls?" Shui Qing watched him make bean curd. I pay a lot of attention to cleanliness and hygiene, and the spoon is also disposable, so I am curious about the blue and white bowl in my hand.

"Such a bowl, held in your hand, is worthy of my tofu flowers. Plastic bowls, lost its value. The old man said very interestingly, "Rest assured, the bowls are all sterilized and disinfected at high temperatures, and there will be no problems." ”

"Well, I'm relieved." Shui Qing smiled.

Jian Cangwu put the violin away, carried the piano case on his back, walked up the bridge along the river railing, heard the soft and familiar voice with the city's unique fine nong, like a moving song, and saw the slender figure and the old man who sold tofu flowers chatting happily, holding the blue and white bowl, his eyes crooked.

He took a step forward, feeling the circle of joy quickly envelop him.

"What do you want, young man? Your girlfriend doesn't add green onions, but more chili oil. Are you the same? "The old man is quick and has already served the second bowl.

Girlfriend? Jian Cangwu was naturally stunned by this title, and subconsciously looked at Shui Qing. She was hanging her head, blowing on the tofu flower in the spoon, and even stretched out the tip of her pink tongue and licked it.

With his heart beating and a little panicked, he turned his gaze away.

"Young man. What do you think? The old man urged.

"Same as her." He chooses the simplest reply.

The old man added a good seasoning, "Here you go." The two of them were sweet - "I didn't bless it."

"It's delicious!" Shui Qing praised and sighed in satisfaction, "Jian Cangwu, taste it quickly, it is so good that you can swallow your tongue and be reluctant to spit it out." "I didn't hear my girlfriend at all, sweet honey.

"Uncle, you made this seasoning, right?" The bean curd is tender and smooth, without a hint of beany. Dried dried shrimp fragrant. And the best thing is the seasoning, which is just right salty, and you can taste a lot of aromas, which surround the tongue and overflow the taste buds. Shui Qing didn't think it was because he hadn't eaten it for a long time, so it had a delicious effect.

"Yes, exclusive secret." The old man nodded, "I was idle and panicked after I retired, and I researched it myself." When I was happy, I made a load every day and sold it near the slate bridge in this green grass lane. I'm lazy, I don't have a break for a month. If I hadn't heard the young man's violin, I wouldn't have been able to climb the bridge. You're in luck today. ”

Then. Some adults and children went up to the bridge one after another, and the old man greeted him enthusiastically, and it seemed that he was a familiar face.

Shui Qing put the money in the half-open drawer of the transparent cabinet.

"I'm selling bean curd on the bridge today, you can take the bowl down the bridge to eat, it's okay to be affectionate, just remember to return the bowl to me before leaving." The old man waved his hand.

The two of them sat down on a chair on the shore, and from this angle they could see the busy figure of the old man on the bridge and the smiling faces of the children.

"I didn't clarify with my uncle that we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, this kind of thing has always become more complicated the more you explain." Those who are clear are self-purifying.

"I'm okay." Jian Cangwu thought about it.

"Is it delicious?" Shui Qing saw that Jian Cangwu finally took a bite.

"Salty." Jian Cangwu frowned. How are tofu flowers salty? It's spicy! It's fresh!

"It's salty to be delicious." Australian tofu is all sweet, and popcorn is all salty. She felt that the whole country was turned upside down.

"I've only ever eaten sweet." And it's the kind in a big hotel.

"It's weirdly sweet." Shui Qing is not used to it, although his hometown is also close to the south, but the tofu flower is salty, which is really good.

Jian Cangwu wanted to be salty, but chose not to say it. However, salted bean curd, it's really weird.

Shui Qing finished eating a few bites, and when he saw Jian Cangwu holding the bowl still, he knew that he didn't love it, "You don't like to eat, I'll help you eat, anyway, I just took a bite." The spoon in his hand was not put down, and there should be no saliva.

Jian Cangwu turned her head sideways, she didn't understand that look.

"Such delicious tofu flowers, don't waste them." Shui Qing smiled a little embarrassed, isn't this request very rude?

"If you don't mind—" He handed the bowl over.

"What's there to mind? You haven't eaten. Shui Qing took it and dug it gently.

Delicious! His eyes narrowed.

"Jian Cangwu, you really know how to make an appointment." When I received a call from him. Astonished. When I heard that he was here, I was surprised.

"I don't know the city well, but I can remember the road I have walked once. Last time, you walked me through here. "A riverbank road that brings tranquility.

"Jian Cangwu, you always say that you have no talent for playing the violin, I don't know too much, so I don't dare to comment. However, your performance today is very touching and touching. I was in a good mood, but I was sad. The first time she heard Jian Cangwu playing the piano seriously, she was shocked. If that's not talent, what is?

Was she touched? His piano sound? He suddenly looked at him squarely, "Can you tell me what the sound of the piano is like for you?" ”

Shui Qing met his dark eyes, and he was asking very seriously.

"Well, I can't tell, it's just very sad and sad, but I don't want to be trapped in it all the time, desperately trying to struggle out." She can appreciate classical music, but she is really not proficient, she is just a class axe.

The sound of his heart, he tried to put into the sound. She heard it, and she could express it so clearly. Jian Cangwu felt incredible. Did she know more about music than she thought she would, or did he really push the boundaries as the professor said?

Shui Qing looked at Jian Cangwu, who was silent.

The violin was still on his back, half a box of gold dyed by the sunset. His half-length hair, beautifully shaved, curled back and dark chestnut at the ends. His gaze fell on the powerful hands, and the shadow of the hands stretched to Shui Qing's knees, so slender.

She finished eating the bean curd. When he returned the two bowls to the old man and sat down beside him, his mellow and clear voice sounded.

"Originally, I had a violin competition in mid-May."

Originally? She didn't speak, quietly being a listener.

"I intend to abstain. Because, I'm not going to play the violin anymore. I mean, not the violinist's kind. In front of him, the willows were shining, and the occasional car drove by, and the silence came again, but behind him there was the laughter of children.

"However, my father came from Germany, not specifically for me, but, for the first time in ten years, he said he wanted to hear my piano again." After all, they are father and son, and he can be angry because of his father's partiality, but in his heart, like all children, he wants to be loved by his father. Contradictory, but also helpless.

"I don't know, do I want to participate in the competition." Therefore, when I asked her out, I always felt that she could help him.

"Didn't your father like you playing the violin?" It sounded as if he didn't have his father's support.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm disappointed." "My father was a violinist, my grandfather was a conductor, my aunt was a pianist, and my sister, like my father, was a talented child prodigy early on in the music industry," he explains. I, on the other hand, was mediocre in terms of music. "Maliciously, he took refuge in the shadow of a musical family, and through his self-aware incomparable diligence, he has come to this day. can be said to be excellent.

No wonder he always says that he has no talent, he was born in the group of musicians with the most talents, and he can't compare.

"Do you feel sorry? After all, I have studied for so many years. In Shui Qing's eyes, although Jian Cangwu is very cold, he is a very dazzling person. She could feel his talent, even if he said it was hard work. She was unimpressed. Is talent really that important? She prefers to believe in chance.

"Yes, but it's good to get over it." He is very interested in what he is doing now, "I like to sit next to him and listen to public meetings a long time ago. Perhaps, I should have listened to my grandfather and uncle and started business. ”

"You're in your early twenties." What is long overdue? And he mentioned that his uncle was quite ambitious in her eyes.

"At least you can study business or management." Jian Cangwu laughed at herself.

"Needless to say, it's an indisputable fact that you love the violin." Otherwise, how could it have persevered all these years?

She spoke to his heart. Yes, he loves the violin, and it won't change much in the future.

"If you like it, then give a solemn goodbye, both to yourself, to your father, and to the violin. It doesn't matter if you participate in the competition, whether you succeed or not. Shui Qing is looking forward to it.

"You want me to participate?" Jian Cangwu's eyes were as dark as the sea.

"Jian Cangwu, you hesitated, isn't it because you are shaken? I don't think so, but it doesn't really matter. "It's so rare to ask her out, is it for this?

Jian Cangwu smiled faintly, not cold, "If I participate in the competition, will you come and see?" ”

"If you can make it to the final, I'll come and see it." Shui Qing added another condition, "You have to provide an admission ticket." ”

"I see." Finals? It's not impossible.

"Jian Cangwu, I'll look forward to it." Shui Qingxiao clenched his fists.

Jian Cangwu's mood, at that moment, was very relaxed. He didn't think about his father, nor did he think about himself, but he really wanted to stand in a formal occasion like a concert hall and play the real piano sound that he had practiced for so many years. In all likelihood, this is the last chance to come to power.

The wind blows, it's so warm.

People are around, so close that the shadows are stacked, and it is very comfortable.

On Christmas Eve, I wish you peace and happiness.

This is Lingzi's first Christmas at the starting point, because of your companionship, it is very fulfilling and satisfying.

By the way, under the big festival, it is essential to ask for pink.

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