"Shallow, if you don't care anymore, your biscuits will be mushy."

"Hmm...... Well? Mo Qingqian woke up in shock, hurriedly took out the biscuits from the oven, and said "thank you" to Jiang Wanqing.

"Shallow, why have you been in a daze lately?" Jiang Wanqing leaned against the door and took a bite of an apple.

"Probably...... I'm so tired. Mo Qingqian put the biscuits into the box in turn and whispered.

Jiang Wanqing didn't ask much, after seeing Mo Qingqian make so many different cookies, she became interested again: "How to make so many different cookies?" Do you want to give it to a lot of people? ”

Mo Qingqian smiled embarrassedly, and said to Jiang Wanqing: "These things, Aunt Wanqing will directly deduct them from my salary this month." ”

"Don't be, don't you know that since you came, the performance of my small shop, it is rising slowly, and I can't stop it, and I'm still thinking about giving you a salary increase."

"That's not necessary." Mo Qingqian was so frightened, "You know, except for winter and summer vacations, I usually only come to work on Sundays, and I am already very grateful if you don't fire me." ”

Jiang Wanqing was helpless: "Tell me about you, you are still not happy to give you a salary increase?" ”

Mo Qing smiled lightly, she has always been self-aware, and she will not want things that she doesn't deserve, even if someone shoehorns them into her.

"But you've been busy for a week, is it because of that young man?" Jiang Wanqing's eyes burned with a raging fire of gossip, "That blue-eyed boy who came to you before and looked very handsome?" ”

Hearing Jiang Wanqing mention leaving the night, the smile on Mo Qingqian's face disappeared, but she was puzzled again: "Aren't there two people, how does Aunt Wanqing know that it's him?" ”

"Because of your eyes."

"My eyes?" Mo Qingqian was even more strange.

Jiang Wanqing nodded: "The feelings in it are too obvious, I don't know it." ”

"I see." Mo Qing lowered his head shallowly, with a wry smile on his face. It turns out that she can't even deceive a bystander, so how can she deceive herself?

Jiang Wanqing was keenly aware of Mo Qingqian's deeper mood, and said secretly: It's bad, it can't be that there is no reconciliation yet, right? Alas, the feelings of young people now, there are not a few entanglements that divide and merge, and the heart-rending crying seems to be embarrassed to take it out.

"Shallow, you have to know that there are so many people in the world, and it is really not easy for two people to come together. Feelings are originally a process of two people running into each other, there is really no match made in heaven in the world, they are all a match made in heaven for two people to accommodate each other. She began to persuade this confused person again, "Don't cause lifelong regrets because of some trivial things and misunderstandings!" ”

The more Jiang Wanqing spoke, the more sour Mo Qingqian's heart became, and there were tears in her eyes, maybe she had been suppressed for too long, and she was still a little unbearable.

She asked Jiang Wanqing in a dumb voice: "What if everyone asks me to give up?" A tear dripped down her mournful words.

"Everybody, everybody knows I like him, but not one wants me to be with him, not even myself......"

"Shallow......" Jiang Wanqing didn't know what to say, and her eyes were hazy. She herself is emotionally difficult, so she can't see other people suffering because of her feelings. Shouldn't the so-called love and love be the most beautiful thing in the world?

"I don't know why, but no one wants me to be with him." Mo Qingqian raised his head, there were still tears on his face, but he smiled again, "Maybe it's because I'm too bad to be worthy of him." ”

This sentence was refuted by Jiang Wanqing, and she said righteously: "There is never anything that is unworthy or unworthy in a relationship, whether it is suitable or not, only whether it is like it or not." ”

But Mo Qing's shallow tears were even more wanton, the monstrous sadness in his eyes, coupled with the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, how to look at it, how sad it was.

Jiang Wanqing was also very uncomfortable, and Mo Qingqian's heartbroken but pretended to be strong looked very much like her back then.

Mo Qingqian wiped her tears casually, and she didn't know what was going on, maybe this kind of weather is always easy to make people sentimental.

She turned her back, wiped away her tears, and smiled, as if the person who had just burst into tears was not her.

She carried the biscuits that had been packed and greeted Jiang Wanqing: "Aunt Wanqing, I'll leave first, I'm sorry to make you sad." ”

But...... Obviously, she is the one who is really sad.

The rain was not heavy, and Mo Qingqian did not hold an umbrella, as the breeze walked into the rain curtain, the rain hit his face, and it was cool.

The lotus flowers not far away are blooming just right, like elves in pink dresses, swimming in this endless blue wave.

There were two children on the riverbank, a boy and a girl, who looked to be about seven or eight years old. The boy reached out and plucked two lotus leaves, one on the girl's head and the other on his own, and then stretched out his finger and pointed to the lotus flower slightly away, as if asking the girl if she wanted it. The girl nodded at first, then shook her head, presumably because it was a bit far away. The boy patted the girl on the shoulder and smiled, saying something to the girl, who hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Mo Qingqian was very familiar with this scene, and couldn't help but get closer, hiding from the side and watching secretly.

The little girl grasped the little boy's hand tightly with both hands, and the little boy tried very hard to reach the lotus flower, once, twice, three times...... Always a little bit worse.

The boy was also a little tired, and was just about to sit on the ground to rest for a while, when the girl suddenly scolded, and the boy immediately stood up, not daring to move, looking very aggrieved. The girl took off the lotus leaf on her head to keep out the rain and put it on the ground, and then pulled the little boy to sit down and whispered something in the boy's ear. The boy put the lotus leaf on the top of the girl's head and said something to the girl, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Such a scene reminded Mo Qingqian of that time, it was also a weather like this, with a breeze and drizzle, sweeping away the usual stuffiness, it was a good day to come out and play. So while the dean's grandmother was taking a lunch break, she pulled him out, originally just wanted to walk around casually, breathe, but walked and walked to a lotus pond, which is really "the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red" is very beautiful.

He plucked a lotus leaf and handed it to her, asking her if she wanted a lotus flower. She was the same girl as she was, nodding and shaking her head, it was indeed a bit far away. He said it was okay and asked her to take his hand and pick it up, and she hesitated and agreed.

Just as she was about to pick it up, a small frog suddenly jumped at her feet, scared her half to death, and let go. As a result, he fell into the river, but fortunately it was mostly silt and there was not much water.

At that time, he must have been more frightened than her, obviously looking frightened, but he had to pretend to be calm and comfort her who was scared and crying.

He was covered with mud and didn't dare to hug her, so he could only stand aside and keep saying: "It's okay, it's okay, the frog has been driven away by me......" But she still cried, he had no choice but to wipe his hands clean with lotus leaves, learn from the dean's grandmother, gently touch her head and ears, and said softly: "Touch the hair, can't be scared, touch the ears, be afraid for a while." ”

He probably thought she was scared by the frog. Although she is indeed very afraid of frogs, she is not afraid of crying, what she is really afraid of is actually him.

Thankfully, he wasn't hurt.

is so embarrassed, of course the dean's grandmother knows, and it is inevitable that she will be punished, that is, a thug. If she is usually unwilling, you must know that she is the most afraid of pain, even if she accidentally knocks somewhere, even if there is no blood, she will shed a few teardrops, which is why she is so naughty and mischievous on weekdays, but she has never suffered a little injury. It's just that this time it's different, this time it's really her fault, and it's right to play the board, but he still pleads with the dean's grandmother for her as before.

He said: "You know, she is the most afraid of pain, otherwise I wouldn't have asked me to intercede every time I was punished by you, you beat her, you feel distressed, and I feel distressed." ”

He was like a little adult.

The dean's grandmother said in a helpless tone: "Why don't I know, it's just that she has this temperament, and I don't know how much chaos she will cause in the future, I'm worried!" ”

"I'll protect her!" She heard his firm voice, "I will do my best to protect her now, and I will do it in the future, even if she causes a big mess, I will stand in front of her." ”

It's like a solemn promise.

It's just that at that time, she didn't think so, and just thought: Are you still protecting me? I'm pretty much protecting you!

The rain stopped? But there are clear ripples from raindrops on the water. Looking up slightly, she saw the light blue sky that the man had held up for her.

Mo Qingqian didn't speak, and he didn't leave the night, the two of them were silent like this, only the rain "dingdong" sounded.

The boy pulled the girl to stand up, and looked like he was about to pick the lotus, but the girl stopped him, said something, and pulled the boy away.

When passing by, Mo Qingqian heard the boy say: "Don't worry, I will definitely pick the biggest and best lotus flower for you, this is my promise to you!" ”

Again, a meaningless promise.

"Do you suppose she'll believe it?" Mo Qing asked herself, "I think she will believe it." ”

Sure enough, the girl stretched out her little thumb, the boy also stretched out her little thumb, the two fingers hooked together, and the two of them read at the same time: "Hang yourself with a hook, you must not change for a hundred years!" Then he held hands and smiled away from Mo Qingqian's sight.

The air was quiet, only the faint fragrance of acacia floated slightly.

Mo Qingqian lowered his head and withdrew from the light blue sky, the bean-sized raindrops hitting his face and body hurt a little.

Jiang Yeli called her, Mo Qingqian heard it but ignored it, and walked forward by himself, the subtle splash caused by his footsteps stained the originally clean and white upper.

She heard the footsteps of Jiang Yeli not far behind her, and with her steps, it rose and fell, up and down, until it reached Yan's house.