"Are you going to eat a little ravioli?"

"Huh?" Han Shen reacted.

Zhou Mo: "I'm in a bad mood and want to eat small wontons." ”

Han Shen: "Where do you want to go?" Is it near No. 2 Middle School or Xiaole Street? ”

Zhou Mo was in a trance for a moment, "Do you remember?" ”

Han Shen felt a little unnatural, "Which one do you want to go?" ”

"Opposite the second middle school."

Han Shen hit the steering wheel, and the car changed lanes.

No. 2 Middle School is Han Shen and Zhou Mo's high school alma mater, very close to Yuan Shangju, starting from Zhou Mo's house, it can be reached in more than ten minutes on foot.

On this side of the garden is the old town of Dongjiang, and the schools here, from junior high school to high school, are famous schools with a long history in Dongjiang.

Dongjiang No. 2 Middle School is the best public high school in Dongjiang, and there is also a private high school on a par with No. 2 Middle School - Dongjiang No. 9 Middle School.

It is said that at that time, the children of the upper-class people in Dongjiang were all in Dongjiang No. 9 Middle School, and the school was very strict, and the slogans played were all international boarding schools.

Liang Xinyun originally planned to send Han Shen to No. 9 Middle School, but as soon as he heard that he was going to live in the school, and Han Shen's self-care ability at that time was too poor to take care of himself, Liang Xinyun gave up this plan.

But if you want to enter the second middle school, you must have a school district house, Liang Xinyun asked someone to look around, and finally found a house to sell, which happened to be Zhou Mo's neighbor.

Zhou Mo and Han Shen have become neighbors since then.

Around the school, all kinds of small shops are still open, the roads in the old city are not very wide, most of the shops are also very narrow, many barbecue restaurants and snack bars simply set up tables on the sidewalk at the entrance to broaden the scope of business.

Smoky, bustling, and a familiar feeling permeated my mind.

"It's been a long time since I've been here," Zhou Mo couldn't help but sniff at the familiar fireworks.

"There's a new handmade ice cream parlor over there." She suddenly made a big discovery.

Han Shen glanced at it, "You can't eat it again." ”

"Who said I can't eat it."

"You're not menstruating?"

"......" Zhou Mo was embarrassed, his face slightly red, "How do you know?" ”

"Last time your bag fell off my couch, there was half a bag of Vile in it."

Zhou Mo laughed twice without emotion, "You are so meticulous in your observation, you can even remember the brand name." ”

"Haven't you been using this brand?"

Zhou Mo was completely speechless, she realized it later, and suddenly reacted to something, "That's why I told Liu Kai just now that I can't eat cake?" ”

"Or else?"

Zhou Mo squinted at him, "You are so powerful, it's a pity not to be a detective." ”

"Do you still want to eat ravioli?" Han Shen asked.

"Eat."

Han Shen turned around and entered the wonton shop, and Zhou Mo followed suit.

The wonton shop is very small, because of the renovation of the old city, the storefront here has been renovated once, the walls are pasted with light orange tiles, and the straw bundles are simply decorated, and a few fabric patterns are hung, which is full of pastoral atmosphere.

When the boss saw a guest coming, he greeted him warmly, "You came just in time, if you come a little later, I will close the store." What would you like to eat? ”

"You order," Han Shen handed over the choice to Zhou Mo.

"I want to eat small ravioli, what about you? A bowl too? Zhou Mo asked Han Shen's opinion.

"I'm not hungry, just order one." Han Shen casually found a vacant seat next to him and sat down.

Zhou Mo said to the boss: "I want a small wonton, not coriander." ”

"Okay," the boss turned and went to the back kitchen.

Zhou Mo sat opposite Han Shen and looked around curiously, "It's not the same as before." ”

"It's been ten years, and it's impossible not to change."

Zhou Mo glanced at Han Shen slightly, "Yes, it's been ten years, and you're still the same as before, good at talking to death." ”

Han Shen looked at him and said no more.

The wontons came up quickly, and after a while, the boss came over with a plate, "Two small wontons." ”

Zhou Mo took the plate, "Boss, when will this store be replaced?" ”

The previous owners were a couple in their fifties.

"I didn't change people, my parents were driving it before, and when they were old, they went back to their hometown to care for the elderly, and they changed me to look at the store."

"No wonder," Zhou Mo hadn't seen much of the current boss.

"You graduated from No. 2 High School?" The boss asked.

"How do you know?" Zhou Mo was surprised.

"I can know that the customers of my parents who opened this store are all from five or six years ago, you should be students in the second middle school, look at you so young, you are still in college, right?"

Zhou Mo covered her lips and snickered, "It's not that small, but I'm still in school." ”

She made a bad look, and said to Han Shen, "He's in his thirties." ”

The boss took advantage of the situation to look at Han Shen.

Maybe it was because Han Shen shaved his head and the hairstyle was indeed a little more mature than when he had long hair before.

The boss said, "That's very young, and it doesn't look like it's more than thirty-five." ”

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, but looking at Han Shen's dark face, she couldn't laugh, so she could only hold back.

When the boss left, she burst out laughing.

Han Shen glanced at her, "You are only one year younger than me, if I were an old man of thirty, you would be an old woman of twenty-nine." ”

Zhou Mo's smile froze, "Haven't you heard that a woman's age is a secret?" ”

"You mentioned it first."

"......" Zhou Mo couldn't get angry, scooped up a wonton and swallowed it in one bite, as if the wonton was Han Shen.

The wonton soup is made with seaweed and shrimp, and it is also served with pickled mustard, which is particularly delicious.

At the previous dinner, Zhou Mo had no appetite and didn't eat much, but when she encountered delicious little wontons, her greed and hunger were hooked, and she ate most of the bowl in three or two clicks.

Raising his eyes and seeing Han Shen staring at her eating, Zhou Mo asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"You can eat."

"Why don't you ask the boss for another spoon?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Oh," Zhou Mo stopped paying attention to him, and continued to taste with relish.

Although she was hungry, the amount of food was never large, and the boss was too real, so she ordered a small ravioli, but the amount was not small at all.

Zhou Mo had already eaten very hard, and in the end there was still some left.

"I can't finish eating, it's a lot," Zhou Mo put down the spoon and stood up for a while, she said, "No, wasting food is not a good habit." ”

After that, she picked up the spoon again.

Han Shen suddenly pressed her hand behind him, "Don't be reluctant if you can't finish eating, it's uncomfortable to eat." ”

"I feel bad if I can't finish eating."

Han Shen pursed his lips, "I'll eat." ”

He took the spoon from Zhou Mo's hand and moved the plate in front of him.

Before Zhou Mo could react, he saw that Han Shen had already scooped one and put it in his mouth.

"No, that's what I used, why don't you change ......"

Han Shen's eyelids lifted, "It's not that it's not useless." ”

Zhou Mo's cheeks burned inexplicably.

The memories of high school gradually surfaced in her mind again, the images of the past overlapped with today's scenes, and Zhou Mo gradually fell into the Han Shen of the past.

I used to think that Han Shen was boring and couldn't chat, and falling in love with him was a kind of torture.

Coupled with his lukewarm personality and lack of self-care ability at that time, Zhou Mo actually disliked him in his heart.