Sang Yijia snorted and looked at her suspiciously, "Otherwise?" ”

"But it's hard to eat." Yan Ningsi's face wrinkled, "I read your Weibo hot search before, and I happened to be in the supermarket again, so I bought it easily." ”

"I'll bite it when I get home!" Yan Ningsi's eyebrows tightened together, and his index finger also stood up, "Just a moment!" ”

"I just threw it up."

Sang Yijia was silent for a moment, recalling that when she was in the welfare home before, the dean's mother bought hawthorn and came back, and the children in the welfare home liked it very much, because there was fruit.

At that time, Sang Yijia was the first to eat hawthorn, and at that time she was also frowning, unable to believe how the dean's mother could eat it.

Later, Sang Yijia understood that this is the bitterness of life and difficult to swallow, as long as you swallow it, there is nothing that cannot be swallowed.

After graduating from college, Sang Yijia couldn't help but buy some hawthorn to go home and eat it bite by bite, so that she could regain her previous vitality the next day.

Yan Ningsi was still thinking about how Sang Yi ate it, and looked at Sang Yijia's expression again, it was normal, as if she couldn't feel the sourness of the hawthorn, after a sigh, Yan Ningsi twisted her eyebrows and asked, "Jiajia, you shouldn't have no sense of taste, right?" ”

【？？？？ 】

What kind of miraculous development is this? 】

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned, they couldn't have imagined that Yan Ningsi would think of such a reason.

Sang Yijia shook his head gently, just packed up the luggage, closed the suitcase, lifted it and put it at his feet, and when he saw the remaining hawthorn, he picked it up and put it on top of the suitcase.

"No, my taste is good."

It's just that I prefer the sour and astringent nature of hawthorn.

Only in this way can she be reminded all the time how she got out of the welfare home and how she came all the way.

Sang Yijia curled her lips and smiled, "I'll clean it up." ”

"Okay." Yan Ningsi glanced at Sang Yijia unwillingly, and couldn't help asking, "Jiajia, you really didn't lie to me?" ”

Sang Yijia couldn't cry or laugh, "What did I lie to you for?" ”

"Yes." Yan Ningsi snorted, nodded, pinched her chin and thought for a while, almost forgetting what she came to Sang Yijia for.

"That's right, Jiajia."

"Huh?" Sang Yijia went downstairs with her suitcase and turned her head to look at Yan Ningsi, who was still on the second floor, "Is there anything else?" ”

"Forehead......" Yan Ning thought about it, "It's nothing." ”

Sang Yijia didn't doubt him and continued to go downstairs.

Coincidentally, Lu Wenchuan came out of the room, and the eyes of the two met.

Sang Yijia thought of something, "Hawthorn is delicious, thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Lu Wenchuan didn't expect to meet early in the morning to say this, and was stunned for a while, "It's good if you like it." ”

"yes, I love it." Sang Yijia replied.

Yan Ningsi, who was in the back, touched the tip of her nose and always felt that she was redundant, so she quietly went downstairs and wanted to leave quietly.

However, there are always people who can't see the atmosphere, and as soon as Bian He saw her in the door, he asked hello, "Didn't you say you couldn't hold the suitcase?" ”

"I'm here to help you."

On the first day of coming, Yan Ningsi said weakly that the suitcase was very heavy, and now he didn't even mention it?

Bian He felt strange, so he came in to ask, and just saw her and said it in passing.

Yan Ningsi: "......"

After seeing Sang Yijia easily carrying the suitcase downstairs, Yan Ningsi suddenly found that the suitcase was not very heavy.

"No, I can, I don't need your help." Yan Ningsi replied with a stalk.

Bian He looked at it strangely, and then found that Sang Yijia came down with a suitcase, and saw Lu Wenchuan come out again, "It's just right, you both are here." ”

"Put your luggage outside, and you'll be ready to go after breakfast later."

"Hmm." Lu Wenchuan should come down, and then go to look at Sang Yijia's suitcase, "I'll come." ”

"No, I can." Sang Yijia shook her head and refused, "It's just a few steps." ”

"Let's just be together." Saying that, Sang Yijia stepped forward first, and Lu Wenchuan followed.

The huge living room was once again left with Yan Ningsi and Bian He.

"You really don't need my help?" Bian He asked tentatively.

Yan Ningsi's eyes widened, and he replied very resolutely, "No need! Then she ran upstairs in a rage, forgetting to ask Sang Yijia if her family doctor would always follow.

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After breakfast, Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan set off in the same car, both of them were sitting in the back seat, and the camera brother was adjusting the angle of the shooting in the co-pilot.

Sang Yijia looked bored for a while and saw that the hawthorn that he brought up was hanging on the back of the chair, and after blinking, he reached out and took one out of the bag and took a small bite.

The sour taste instantly filled the entire mouth, and Sang Yijia couldn't help but squint.

Lu Wenchuan noticed, he looked at the little hawthorn, his eyes tightened slightly, he really couldn't understand why she liked this kind of hawthorn that looked like a fruit but was not exactly a fruit?

"You ......" Lu Wenchuan asked her with a tight brow, "When did you like it?" ”

"This?" Sang Yijia looked down at the fruit in his hand, and began to reminisce after a hum.

When the original owner was in high school, there was a poor student who was an honor student, and she brought a bag back and distributed it to other classmates.

Some classmates had never seen this kind of fruit, so they took a bite of it curiously and spit it out on the spot, and threw the fruit away.

Not only that, but the man also scolded the poor honor students.

At that time, the original owner happened to be her tablemate, and she directly took a bite of a green hawthorn, the taste was really unacceptable, but the original owner finished eating it, and praised the taste.

After that, as long as the female classmate had a hawthorn at home, she would bring a little to the original owner.

Over time, the original owner really liked it.

Sang Yijia's memories are over, and when she looks at the green hawthorn in her hand, she has to sigh that she has so many similarities with the original owner.

It's no wonder that the author at the time would say that he would wear it into the novel with caution.

It's another world altogether.

But then thinking about it, Sang Yijia felt that it was wrong, if it was really her, Sang Yijia would not die or live for a man.

There are so many trees in the world, why do you have to hang yourself on one tree?

Sang Yijia couldn't understand, shook his head and answered Lu Wenchuan's question, "A classmate from high school brought it to me." ”

"Every time she has this at home, she brings me a little bit." Seriously, Sang Yijia feels that the original owner is really kind-hearted sometimes, whether it is the same table she met in high school, or the taxi driver she met later, as long as she can help, the original owner will find a way to help, she is not like most of the delicate women at all, she thinks she is superior and invincible.