This is a ten-course food street, and the night is the time to live.

Wen Tingwan stood in place and looked around.

Si Jing came back after about a few minutes, holding a steaming roasted sweet potato in his hand, "Taste it, is it delicious?" ”

"You went to line up to buy this, I thought you were going back to pick up something." Wen Tingwan took it and whispered.

Si Jing chuckled and dusted off the little snowflakes on his coat, "When I see it, I want to buy it for you." ”

He didn't say it, he wanted to take Wen Tingwan to eat this roasted sweet potato before, which can be regarded as a small stall in his childhood memory, the boss is old, and he rarely comes out of the stall in the past two years.

But the taste of his house is a must, every time he goes out of the stall, he must be sold out, and it is just right to eat in the past two days, but they have been very busy recently, and he has not found time to bring Wen Ting over late.

Theoretically, he could also buy it for Wen Tingwan, but he always hoped that she could participate more in her past, as if they had known each other for a long time, and they had never been separated or strangers.

"It smells so good."

"Well, it's delicious, give me a face, taste it." Si Jing smiled, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes were bright.

Wen Tingwan glared at him and pushed him with his hand, Si Jing felt funny, her little strength was like tickling him.

But lately, this girl has become more and more comfortable beating him.

How to say it in Feng Yue's words-

The Art of the Husband! That's right, I'm getting more and more proficient in the art of the master!

"You don't talk to me." Wen Tingwan held the hot roasted sweet potato, Si Jing lowered her head to break the sweet potato, tore the skin, and then stood lazily and took her shoulder bag.

Wen listened to the late Nunu mouth, his heart was so sweet, and he pretended to be disgusted and said: "Oh, I've eaten a lot recently, and I'm so fat fast!" ”

"Nonsense, where is fat, light, I can touch you with one arm." Si Jing retorted quickly.

He stood on her left side, holding Wen Tingwan with his right arm to prevent her from being squeezed by passers-by.

Wen Tingwan didn't feel anything wrong when he heard this, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that something was wrong.

She remembered hearing Zhao Zhe say that Si Jing had a puppy when she was a child, and she especially liked to fish for puppies!!

She suddenly became angry and said, "Si Jing! ”

"Here, Miss!" Si Jing's voice was raised, and his originally low and magnetic voice suddenly turned into a clear and lively juvenile voice, which also attracted the attention of the people around him.

"Be quiet!" Wen Tingwan tugged at the sleeve of his light-colored coat, but he didn't think that Si Jing didn't seem to stand firmly, as if he had no bones, half of his body leaned over.

"What are you doing?" Wen Tingwan glared at him dissatisfied.

Just now, he suddenly leaned over, causing the corner of her mouth to gnaw on the skin of the sweet potato, dyeing the skin a little ink.

Si Jing's eyes were innocent, his hands were raised above his head, and the funniest thing was that he was still carrying her pink shoulder bag, "Huh." ”

The eye gesture was the surrounding crowd, and he didn't mean it.

Wen Tingwan thought about all the bad things that had happened recently, and only then could she suppress the corners of her mouth that were about to rise.

But it seems that Si Jing is by her side, and there is nothing bad to say.

What to do? It seems that as long as there is Si Jing by her side, no matter what she does, she will be very happy, Wen Tingwan thought.

So when Si Jing's warm fingertips gently wiped the corners of her mouth, Wen Tingwan didn't react for a while.

The excitement belongs to the world, and the moment belongs to them!

The gold and silver decorative lights on the trees, the fine snowflakes floating in the sky, this first snow is an unforgettable first snow!

Make a wish?

Of course!

The only wish - I hope to be the same with Si Jing every year.

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Over the weekend, Si Jing and Wen Tingwan plan to rehearse the repertoire of next week's Liu Xiangru Community Competition.

The two have a tacit understanding with each other, and they are easy to work with.

It's perfect after a morning of practice!

Si Jing touched the top of the girl's hair, "What do you want to eat in the afternoon?" ”

"Hmm... I want to eat the little ravioli, and there's also the sugar gourd from the photo you sent me yesterday. "Wen Tingwan is like a chirping bird.

"Okay." Si Jing closed the lid of the piano and spoke in a gentle tone.

Between the eyebrows, it was difficult to hide the tiredness, he reached out and pressed the eyebrows, his head throbbed and hurt, and he noticed that it was not right when he got up in the morning, he had always been in good health and rarely caught a cold, but his throat was dry and hoarse at this time.

He rarely had this kind of experience in the past, and his intuition was soon good, and he didn't dare to let Wen Tingwan know, and he deliberately sat away from her this morning, for fear that this girl would find out.

Wen Tingwan put the piano into the piano case, and when she turned around, she saw that Si Jing's face was not quite right, she was shocked, and walked towards him quickly, "What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Nothing." Si Jing played with her broken hair that was crushed under her collar.

Wen Tingwan felt that as soon as he came this morning, it seemed that Si Jing's face was not very good, and now this feeling is even worse!

"Look at you, how can you be fine, did you catch a cold yesterday?" Wen Tingwan frowned worriedly.

At the beginning of the snow last night, the two of them walked around the food court for a long time and played a lot of small games.

I didn't feel cold at first, but after staying in the snow for a long time, I felt a little chilly.

Si Jing blamed himself for taking her outside for so long, he took off his scarf and wrapped Wen Tingwan's head, and forcefully pulled the girl's sleeve away.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't made you have to play those little games in that ring, how could you be uncomfortable?"

Si Jing stepped back slightly, if it was really a cold, don't infect her, "What are you doing?" ”

Feeling Si Jing's retreat, Wen Tingwan's eyes turned red for a moment.

"Wanwan, what's wrong? Aren't you happy? Si Jing was in a hurry, he hadn't seen the tears of his beloved girl, and the tears that couldn't be dropped were like boulders that could smash his world to the ground.

"Why are you so far away from me?" Wen Tingwan blamed himself for catching a cold, and he was anxious so he couldn't help his emotions.

Si Jing explained seriously, "I'm afraid it's a cold that will infect you, but I really don't feel uncomfortable-"

Wen Tingwan glared at him fiercely, and Si Jing's words made a big turn, "It's just a little uncomfortable, really, lying to you is a puppy!" ”

Wen Tingwan didn't speak, turned around to pack his coat, picked up Si Jing's scarf, put it on him on tiptoe, and pulled him out.

"Late? Ah Late? Ah Late? You take care of me. ”

"Ignore the puppy!"

"Sort out the kittens, huh? You don't like kittens the most, meow~" His voice was slightly hoarse, and he was resigned to being led by her.

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"Ah Wan?"

"Ah Wan, say something, I want to hear it."

"Silence." Wen Tingwan glanced at him.

"Ah Wan~ Is it okay to say a word?"

"Si Jing! I'm really angry with you like this! ”

"......" Si Jing pursed his lower lip, not daring to say a word.

Wen Tingwan saw him like this, his eyebrows could not hide his tiredness, his lips were dry and white, why was he so careless, he was so uncomfortable, and he played him to practice the piano all morning.

He was so uncomfortable, why did he think about how to coax her!

Wen Tingwan's heart tightened, and bitter and sad emotions crossed the bottom of his heart.

Outpatient - payment - intravenous drip, less than an hour, Si Jing followed the girl in front of her, she didn't want to say a word to him for so long.

Wen Tingyi was frightened during the whole process, and the outpatient doctor said that he was suffering from a cold, and the thermometer measured 38.9 degrees Celsius, and this high fever was estimated to have burned a long time ago, Si Jing was stunned and sat in front of the piano without saying a word.

"Ah Wan?"

"......" Wen listened to him but did not speak.

The quiet eyes seem to return to the beginning, calm like a pool of stagnant water, and I don't see the beauty of these days.

Si Jing learned from her coquettish appearance in the past, tugged at the hem of her clothes, and leaned on her side, "Baby, I'm a little scared, you can comfort me with a word, huh?" ”

The needle nurse looked at the 185+ handsome man in front of her, and said seriously that she was afraid of the needle in her hand that was less than a millimeter, and fell into a deep silence.

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