Get rid of those that are not necessary. Organize the remaining essential parts to be more concise and powerful. Accumulate deeper strength. Towards the bigger. Also longer-term goals. Ready to go.

Northeast. The four seasons are distinct. The hardest of all is two seasons. Harsh winters and scorching heat. Needless to say, it's bitterly cold in winter. Famous throughout the country. Although the summer is not as hot as in the south. But because the rain is relatively scarce. Illuminated by the scorching sun. The end is dry and hot.

From 10 o'clock in the morning to more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon. A round of fire is in the sky. The air on the road was steaming and shaking. It's like a frying pan. Pour some oil. You can directly cook the golden sun eggs.

Fortunately, in recent years, the materials used to pave the road have been updated. Put it on the asphalt road in the early summer months. At noon, it was in a semi-melting state. People walk on it and touch the soles of their shoes. The nose is full of pungent asphalt smell.

In such weather. Jiang Jieyun, Jiang Chengzhuo, and Zhao Zhenxu were busy going out early and returning late. They are under the age of . Still can't drive the car. And because there are too many places to spend money. Every penny is spent on the cutting edge. Life is on a budget. It's not too urgent, and there's no need to dress up for the façade. He still rode his bicycle around.

On such insanely busy days. No matter how naturally beautiful the little white face is, it is ruthlessly blackened by the scorching sun overhead, brushed black and blackened. Don't say it's Jiang Jieyun and the three of them. Even when it comes to the holidays. Chu Feifei, who began to work full-time in the company, was also packed by them. The footsteps do not stop, and the road is running wildly. Miss Chu's delicate little face has also lost its former fair and tender skin.

They didn't care. All minds are immersed in passionate work. Where do you have the heart to think about these trivialities in their eyes?

They don't care. But some people are in a hurry. Distress. Can't stand it.

This person is naturally a stinky beauty and an enron. This distressed sigh. Don't get me wrong. She really didn't feel sorry for these materials. The old people are happy. Or fight for a cause. Or work hard for the ideal. According to the need, she doesn't need to eat turnips. Don't worry about it.

She felt sorry for their skins. Youth. It's the time to be delicate. Wait until you are old. Thinking about maintenance has already missed the best time. It's too late. I regret that I didn't take the medicine.

Of course. With the character of these lords and girls. I don't think I'll regret it.

Anyway, as a reborn stinky beauty with a knot. Enron cannot turn a blind eye to such a situation. Indifferent. Frowns at the first opportunity. A few people were escorted to put sunscreen on their faces. Save them from careless sunburns.

Especially Chu Feifei Chu girl. She doesn't care about her flowers and moons. An Ran couldn't bear to let her face be damaged even a little. See her time in the gaps. He took the opportunity to hold her down. Brush a variety of homemade masks on her face. Like a bricklayer by profession. Get it later. As soon as Miss Chu saw her, she wanted to learn about the ostrich or the pheasant. Immerse yourself in sand or snowdrifts. Only expose the ass to the bricklayer. lest this girl toss her cheeky skin again...... She can't put what should be on her face and her ass.

Chu Feifei's helpless protest and self-deprecation made Zhou Fanghua and Zheng Xiao laugh wildly. A happy pounding bed. One stomped his feet with a smile. Shout at the bricklayer. You can do it. You really can. Look at what our Miss Chu has become. This kind of talk is coming out. Ha ha.

But. This matter is not for the sake of being forced into an ostrich girl Chu. Anbricklayer, who has fallen into a stinky state, is not as talkative as usual. It's not easy to fool. Again. She also has two people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Helpers who are especially willing to help the abuse.。

Needless to say, Zhou Fanghua's little crazy girl. The most important thing is that he was born in a family of criminal policemen. Zheng Xiao, a woman who has practiced good kung fu. Catching Miss Chu, who is petite and industrious, is like playing. That's called a hand-to-hand capture. No matter how the little ostrich flutters its wings, it just doesn't let go. looked at the little nerd Wu Zerong and quietly cracked his mouth for Chu Feifei.

Hot weather. It turns people who walk outdoors for a long time into skewers. The all-round roasting causes the body to lose a lot of water and salt. Add to that a lot of work and busyness. No matter how much meat you eat. It also does not replenish the body's consumption. Several people saw the swishing down of fat.

Chef Ann looked distressed. These foodies are no longer in tune. It's not because she's worked so hard to fatten up.

A long holiday. She took advantage of all kinds of gaps to study the recipes she had collected over the years. Follow the recipe in the book. Combining local characteristics with the experience he has accumulated over the past few years. Spice up and make them soup. Carefully raised his own three foodies.

Often back home...... Or rather, when I went back to settle down. Jiang Jieyun found Enron in the kitchen. She sat at the small dining table that sometimes doubles as a cooking table by the kitchen window. Half-hung head. Or flip through a book. Or something written in a thick notebook. The air is filled with the aroma of food.

It's hot in summer. An Ran used the silver hairpin he gave him to comb all his hair high. Loosely held in the back of his head. The smooth and white neck bends a graceful and graceful arc. In the clear and bright light. Slightly drooping curled lashes sift two shallow shadows across the cheeks. Tiny floating dust floated lightly around her. It's like a freeze-frame shot in a movie. Lining her body, it is light. Simple outfits. The whole person looks extraordinarily soft and quiet.

Unexpectedly. Xu Zhimo's poem often appeared in Jiang Jieyun's heart. "The most is the gentleness of the bowed head. Like a water lotus, it is not too shy to be in the cool breeze".

When I came across this poem before. He also thinks that this poem is really, damn, pretending to be pretending to be pretentious. But at this time, I feel that it is so appropriate. Although An Ran's head hanging action doesn't seem to have anything to do with gentleness. Not to mention shyness. But he just felt that this ordinary action was so good-looking by her usually. It's pitiful. I want to carry her in my arms. Baby-on-the-chest baby.

Probably it's not her movements that are gentle. It's her act itself. It was his mood at this moment.

The main thing is that people are right.

Right, man. The tenderness in my heart is naturally born. Neither will feel pretending to b. It doesn't feel pretentious.

Jiang Jieyun looked at An Ran with the corners of his mouth curled and meditated.

Sometimes. See this scene. He will have a sense of déjà vu. Coincides with a certain period in memory. It's like a re-enactment.

Later, when he took the soup bowl handed over by An Ran, he suddenly remembered. Really.

In the winter of their first acquaintance. An Ran's cooking skills have just begun to be cultivated. Hooked on making soup. Because the kitchen of the lottery station is narrow. I always sit at the kitchen table of the Rising Sun Internet Café and study. The light is yellow and soft. The stove is also like this, and a pot of fragrant soup is boiled slowly. Steaming with water......

That kind of picture warmed up the whole winter. Whether it's the cold wind. It's still a snowy night. Truly, on the way home. No matter how cold and tired it is, it is very energetic to ride. Because he knows. There must be a bowl of hot soup and a smiling person waiting for him at home.

To borrow Enron's argument. She's just so nice. Maybe he was already greedy for the person in that picture at that time. I want to treasure this person in my heart. Add each other's possessives before her name and his. Make her your own. Make herself hers too.

In the long years to come. Every morning when I wake up, I can see her smiling face. Every dusk and late at night. Because of this person. No matter how tired it is. No matter how busy I was, I was going home to see her, and this moment was far away from me.

No matter how big the world is. Whether it's good times or bad times in life. Whether his career succeeds or fails. She's all here. Smile back at yourself.

Right thoughts. Enron had already heard his footsteps. Back to it. Sure enough, it was exactly what he had in mind. Smile at him. "It's back. How come I didn't hear you knock on the door. ”

"Just as my aunt went upstairs. Let me in. He strode over to her.

"It's hot outside. Look at the sweat of your body. Why don't you go about washing it. "Stand up safely. Reach out and scratch his sweaty hair. The soft fingertips gently stroked the ends of his wet hair. With infinite intimacy and tenderness.

Because I want to see you right away.

Jiang Jieyun smiled and closed his eyes. While enjoying her strokes. While silently responding in his heart. And then the lips responded. "Good. Here it goes. Then he sniffled happily. Praise. "It smells so good."

Chef An couldn't help but praise at all. Immediately triumphant. Raised his chin. He pursed the corners of his mouth and snorted. "Of course."

Jiang Jieyun saw the invisible tail behind the classmate cocked in mid-air. Take your time. Swaggering back and forth complacently. I couldn't help but smile and rub her hair. He bent over and nibbled her cheek. Still boasting. "It smells so good."

was replied to by Chef An. "It stinks". The cleanliness addict laughed and groaned. With a brisk footstep, he turned around and walked towards his bathroom across the door.

Speaking of cleanliness addicts taking a bath. always makes Enron, a stinky beauty, sigh to himself. Bow down to the peak. If you don't accept it, you can't.

Don't worry about being busy. How tired. Lack of sleep. Even if it's winter. This master has to wash at least twice a day. But every time I take a shower, I am still extra careful. Luckily, the hands and feet are sharp. Otherwise, it may take as much time as it takes.

An Ran closed his eyes and imagined for a moment. I always wonder if this person has peeled off his skin. Then place on the washboard. Thickly coat with shower gel. I scrubbed it back and forth diligently. Shake it again and put it on. It's like a ghost story in a movie.

It's just that the ghost is painted skin. He is washing skin.