On September 1, high school opened.

There is no class on the first day, and the school requires everyone to report to school before 9 o'clock, but even if you are late today, no one will care.

Xu Cheng woke up at seven o'clock, lay on the bed for a few minutes, and didn't get up directly.

Lying in bed is actually a good habit, when you wake up, you should grind on the bed and turn on the machine, and sit up directly with a carp, which is particularly bad for the body.

He Ying recently became obsessed with the advertisement of the toilet table, the toilet table pushed the Jiuyang soybean milk machine, as a loyal leek, she bought two, brought one to Xu Cheng, and asked him to make soy milk and drink it himself in the morning.

"I made it more nutritious and healthy than the ones I bought outside", Xu Cheng didn't remember the words of his mother too clearly, but only remembered the sentence "clean and hygienic".

He soaked the round beans in water the night beforehand.

In fact, the soymilk machine can be beaten with both dry beans and wet beans, but Xu Cheng is more accustomed to drinking soybeans, and the taste will be more moisturizing than dry beans.

When I get up in the morning, filter out the water from the beans, take it to pour the pot of Junzi Orchid on the balcony, pour the soybeans into the soybean milk machine, and then mix some yams, lilies, glutinous rice, rock sugar, and most importantly, wolfberries.

At 15 years old, it's time to take care of yourself.

Press the button and take advantage of this time to go to the toilet and take advantage of this time to take a dip.

He suddenly remembered that he had heard someone say before: "The key to judging whether a purple clay pot is good or not is to see the water." ”

The spout should pay attention to "seven inches of water does not scatter flowers, and the water collection cable does not salivate".

Xu Cheng tried the purple clay pot he collected.

The water is smooth, the water is decisive, the arc is smooth, the water beam is round and does not play twist, and the water is poured and stopped when the water is broken, which is concise and neat.

Good pot without a doubt.

Washing his face and brushing his teeth, he is not very accustomed to using facial cleanser, his skin is a little too sensitive, and every time he uses facial cleanser, he will get acne, so he uses soap more.

When he was a child, Lin Wancongee always pulled his head, saying that he had a very good aroma on his face, like a small cake, and he wanted to take a bite and try it.

It's actually the smell of soap.

After washing his face and getting a simple haircut, his clothes were white shirts, and his peers were still chasing fancy and killing Matt, who had become accustomed to a plain style that looked crisp and mature.

Dressed neatly, the soy milk is almost ready, and two large cups are taken, just poured to the brim.

Not a drop was left

As soon as Lin Wan's porridge was cleaned up, she received a call from Xu Cheng.

"Haven't you woken up yet? I'm downstairs at your house. ”

"I'm going down right now."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Wancongee hurriedly ran downstairs with her shoe uppers, her little hands rubbing her eyes.

said goodbye to the long summer vacation, and suddenly returned to a regular routine, which made the girl very uncomfortable.

Seeing Xu Cheng holding two cups and waiting downstairs, she jumped directly down from the penultimate step of the stairs.

Xu Cheng glanced absentmindedly, there were aftershocks on his elastic thighs.

He handed the cup in his hand to the girl, "Now, I've made you a cup of soy milk." ”

This is the art of speaking.

"Give me a drink", how good it is to hear that.

Suppose he says, "If I beat it in the morning, make one more cup." That Lin evening porridge is definitely not rare, maybe she will step on his feet.

It's not that he doesn't like to be stepped on, he just wants to say it that way.

Girls are very stupid and stupid, and if you say it in another way, you can make her very happy.

He wanted to make her happy.

"Xu Cheng, I'll invite you to eat steamed buns later."

"Oh, yes."

The girl took the soy milk and held it in her two small hands.

The temperature of the soy milk is very high, and her white palms are pink through the wall of the cup, and she is not too hot.

Girls like to hold hot things in their hands, probably because they always feel cold in their hands.

"Whew-whew-"

Lin Wan porridge gently blew two sips on the edge of the cup, I don't know how many ingredients Xu Cheng added to it, the soy milk looks heavy off-white, very viscous.

Yin Hong's lips pursed slightly, and he leaned over to take a small bite.

The mellow aroma of the grains blooms in the mouth, mixed with a faint sweetness, flowing into the body like a warm current.

"It's delicious! Put the yam and lily, and I'll drink it. ”

"Yes, soybeans are not dry beans, I specially soaked them before going to bed last night, and pinched them in the morning to get up and beat them."

"That's right."

Giggle.

Listening to Xu Cheng's words, Lin Wancongee imagined with joy, imagining that he had prepared the materials a night in advance, was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, made this cup of soy milk, and finally handed it to her downstairs at her house.

Although it was just a trivial matter, it made her feel spoiled.

Look, I didn't give it to anyone else, I just gave it to her.

She's his little friend.

The boy's pace is big, the girl's pace is small, and before he knows it, he falls half a step behind him.

Lin Wancongee stretched out her delicate fingers and patted Xu Cheng behind his back.

In fact, I wanted to pat him on the head, but he was too tall for her to reach now unless she stood on tiptoe.

"Xu Cheng, call me to drink in the future!"

"Oh, good."

"Every day!"

"Ugh"

Xu Cheng suddenly felt a little pain somewhere in his body.

But he still looked at her very resolutely and seriously.

"From now on, I'll fight a lot every day to feed you."

When he said this, his tone was goofy like that of a white-haired polar bear.

Lin Wancongee couldn't help but glance at him.

He was more than a head taller than her, and the sun had dyed his appearance golden, with an Adam's apple, collarbones, shoulders, and a porcelain-white neck

It's itchy in my heart, and I want to eat him all in one bite so that my stomach won't be empty.

"Okay."

She walked with her little hands behind her back, her little feet lightly on the ground, happy about to lose gravity, always worried that the next step would be to fly directly to the sky.

Is this the joy to take off?

"Every morning after that, you're responsible for filling me up."

When she's happy, even the girl's voice becomes crispy, sounding more gentle than usual.

At eight o'clock, the morning fog of the city has all dissipated, and the golden sunlight extends through the reinforced concrete forest in every corner of the city.

A girl who is in a super good mood, even squeezing the bus with Xu Cheng, feels very happy.

Protected by him in a corner, there was a sense of security surrounded by mountains, and she took small sips of soy milk.

"In the future, I will have to take the bus to and from school every day, do you feel that it is not the same as riding a bicycle to and from school before?"

"Well, it seems like a little."

"I will have military training in a few days, and I heard that it is very tiring."

Xu Cheng also felt a headache when he heard it, "When the time comes, I will have to go to the military training base for a week." ”

He remembered the memory of military training in the military training base, the military training base is the name of high emotional intelligence, and low emotional intelligence is generally called the biochemical base there.

The conditions are extremely poor, and the management is strict.

The bus drove onto the bridge, and through the window, Xu Cheng and Lin Wancongee both looked at the river under the bridge, sparkling, and scattered with a few lonely boats.

"Lin Wan porridge, you haven't wiped off your eye feces"

"Huh?"

She was still confused, so Xu Cheng directly reached out to the corner of her eye to help her erase it.

Fingers are like rubbing on a cream cake, smooth and greasy to the touch, and a little cold.

"What are you doing~"

The girl symbolically patted him on the arm, more like flirting than slapping.

Xu Cheng looked down at her.

She also stared at him with her head tilted slightly.

I suddenly remembered that simulation, looking at each other in a noisy bus, this time it wasn't a simulation, so are they a couple?

Not really! This kind of thing is clearly not something that can be done by couples.

Hum.

The girl pinned her head to the side.

After thinking about it, he looked at Xu Cheng's Adam's apple again.

Suddenly, he mustered up his courage, raised two small hands and gently stroked his chest, and unbuttoned the second button on his shirt with his white and delicate fingers.

"It's going to look a little better."

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