On weekdays, the store is not busy, Lang Yangyang holds the computer and works on the second floor, revising the projects that he helped his sister do together during the New Year.

Lang Yangyang is responsible for the interaction of visuals and parts.

It took a month to hand it in and it was revised three times.

During that time, the store had just opened, and a lot of money was spent on preparation, Lang Yangyang was a little panicked, and it happened that the senior sister came over and took over the job.

There is a lot of money, but there are also a lot of things, and he is a well-known difficult customer in the circle.

The online meeting lasted for more than 40 minutes, and Lang Yangyang was dizzy when he heard it, and when he was over, he looked at himself with a shiny face and sighed that his part-time job really affected his beauty value.

Leaning back in his chair with difficulty, his phone rang twice more when he was about to let go.

I thought it was work news, so I picked it up and looked at it slowly.

Zhuang Shuo: [Picture]

Zhuang Shuo: [Picture]

When he clicked on the picture, Lang smiled a little.

The first is a big black horse with a puffing face, as if it were the one in his portrait, and the second is a hand holding a mace, next to a fence being repaired.

Lang Yangyang took a sip of lemonade and typed back: [Do you have a horse?] ]

Zhuang Shuo replied: [Yes, just broke the fence, repair the fence.] ]

Lang Yangyang swiped up and looked at the two pictures again, and the pony looked unconvinced, and was competing with his master.

The big hand holding the hammer has obvious bone joints, and there are faint green tendons on the back of the hand, which is not good-looking. Because this hand looks like a working hand, it's too rough.

But there's a different kind of wild charm.

Lang Yangyang clicked on the camera and slapped the desktop. I want to say that I am also working, but I think this is a bit too over, and I am not so close.

Before he could think of what to say, Zhuang Shuo said again: [Have you been busy lately? ]

Lang Yangyang: [It's okay.] ]

Lang Yangyang edited the text, and wanted to tell him that only weekends are busy, and weekdays are still relatively idle, and before he finished typing, Zhuang Shuo sent a message: [You can eat together that weekend.] ]

Lang Yangyang paused, gently pursed his lips, his eyelashes fluttered, and he deleted the half-edited words.

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Zhuang Shuo sat on the bench, holding a small mobile phone in two big hands, scratching his head.

"Are you back?" Cousin Zhuang Xiaoyu came over.

Zhuang Shuo stretched out his hand to leave him, not letting him look at his phone, frowning and not speaking.

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Brother, show me." ”

Zhuang Shuo dodged and didn't let Zhuang Xiaoyu look at his phone, but the child crawled on him like a monkey and was glanced at by him.

"You're too rigid! What do you mean to have dinner together that weekend, this is a blind date! Your future wife! It's not your subordinates, you can't speak in this tone. ”

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat down next to Zhuang Shuo: "You have to chat, talk about the blue sky, the lake, poetry, movies, celebrities, gossip, this kind of thing, you send some emojis, and add a tilde after your speech." And you send this hand, so rough? Don't you know how to beautify your face, you're covered in dirt. ”

After chattering for a long time, Zhuang Shuo had a big head.

Looking up at the lake in the distance of the farm, a group of Mianyang were grazing by the lake.

It's so laid-back, lazy.

Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that his cousin didn't speak, and seeing that he had a straight face, he quickly softened and spoke: "Brother, don't be discouraged, you really can't look for it again, or I'll use your photo to talk to you on the Internet?" ”

"Go aside." Zhuang Shuo immediately retorted.

Zhuang Xiaoyu muttered, "Don't be angry, brother...... I asked you to post photos because I wanted to make you look lively, otherwise you would die if you talked for two more days. ”

There was no movement on the phone, Zhuang Shuo was so anxious and irritable, Zhuang Xiaoyu was still noisy next to him, he turned his head slightly, and said expressionlessly, "Did you feed the ducks when you were told to feed them?" ”

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "I'll go in a while." ”

Zhuang Xiaoyu also wanted to come over to see if this blind date had a message back, but he didn't expect to suffer a brain collapse.

He held his head and wailed, "You hit me again!" When I see your blind date, I say you're domestic violence!! ”

Zhuang Shuo raised his hand again, and Zhuang Xiaoyu ran away with a smoke.

The grass and trees on the farm are sprouting, and verdant shoots are emerging, spring has come, and the pony in estrus and Zhuang Shuo in Sichun are in contemplation.

One was wondering when to break this damn railing.

One was thinking about what to say to break this damn embarrassment.

Thought and thought.

The conclusion is to apologize if you make a mistake.

Zhuang Shuo picked up his mobile phone and prepared to type an apology, saying that he was too abrupt.

I haven't had time to finish typing yet.

Lang Yangyang replied.

He said, "Okay, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.] ]

Chapter 4

After Lang Yangyang finished sending it, he waited for two minutes with his mobile phone, and the other party replied that yes, the time and place Lang Yangyang decided.

"How?" The second aunt asked.

"Promised, wait for me to find a time."

The second aunt finally showed a comfortable smile and got up to leave: "Remember to eat beef, fresh." ”

Lang Yangyang nodded and sent the second aunt down.

The second aunt went to buy beef with an acquaintance with her colleagues after work and sent one to Lang Yangyang.

When you meet, you can't help but care about blind dates.

Thinking that no matter whether it succeeds or not, we should meet each other, otherwise I will live up to my second aunt's intentions.

Again...... Lang Yangyang was quite curious about what kind of person this Zhuang Shuo was.

Since returning to Changxi City, Lang Yangyang has been completely isolated from the gay circle, and sometimes even forgets his sexuality.

I also think it's good to live like this without orientation.

There is no business on weeknights, and Lang Yangyang prepares the dough for tomorrow in the baking room.

Youyou was cleaning her coffee utensils at the bar outside, and occasionally there was a sound of the utensils bumping, but the sound was not loud, and every time there was a sound, Lang Yangyang could be pulled back a little from the void of emotion.

Xiaowen, a sister who has just worked part-time, said that she will take leave next week, and the Qingming Festival is coming, and she said that her family requires everyone to sweep the grave together every year.

Yoyo also said that she would take half a day off, but her family went to visit the grave in the morning and could come back at noon.

Xiaowen asked Lang Yangyang how to sweep the tomb again.

Lang Yangyang just smiled and said that the store couldn't leave, so he wouldn't go.

Youyou knew a little about the situation at Lang Yangyang's house, and hurriedly changed the topic, saying that he would prepare coffee beans and the like in advance.

Xiaowen got off work after cleaning, Lang Yangyang and Youyou did their own work, as usual.

But he was coerced by inexplicable emotions.

It's been a long time since that kind of time when emotions would be aroused by such trivial things, but I was coerced again.

The dough was ready, Lang Yangyang didn't want to get off work, so he baked some biscuits in the baking room for tomorrow's breakfast, and also sent some to the second aunt.

Soften the butter in a glass bowl, add the amount of powdered sugar and mix well, beat until the butter is fluffy and white, then add the whipping cream, and continue to beat until it is even.

Lang Yangyang held the glass bowl in one hand and the blender in the other, until the dark yellow butter turned milky yellow and increased in size, looking like a milky yellow cumulus cloud.

Then sift in the cake flour through a sieve and press and knead it into a dough.

Lang Yangyang divided the dough into three and added cranberries, almond matcha powder, and hazelnut cocoa powder respectively.

All three are very classic flavors, one by one kneaded into small round cakes, frozen and hardened.

Watching the small biscuits filled with baking trays being sent into the oven, Lang Yangyang half-squatted next to the oven and looked at the warm yellow light inside.

Finally calmed down a lot.

When I got up to look at the store, I suddenly thought of what my second aunt said, someone would come to pick him up from work at night, and he would bake things in the baking room, and he was waiting outside.

Let's go home together when we're done.

Is it really possible to live such a life?

In the baking room, my hands were stained with flour throughout the whole process, so I didn't look at my phone, and when I picked up my phone, I didn't know why I had a hunch that Zhuang Shuo would send a message to himself.

But when I picked up my phone to look, there was no news, only a few dessert groups with updated logos.

Lang Yangyang lowered his eyes.

Don't know what to expect.

When I was about to go out, I found that it was raining, and I took the umbrella home last time, and I don't know if there is an umbrella in the store.

When I turned around to look back, my phone rang.

Zhuang Shuo's WeChat, he said that it was raining, remember to bring an umbrella when you go out.

Lang Yangyang typed back to him as he walked inside: [Well, I was just about to go home.] ]

Zhuang Shuo: [It's so late.] ]

Lang Yangyang: [Hmm.] ]

Zhuang Shuo: [I've just finished my work.] ]

According to his usual habits, Lang Yangyang will directly reply with a sentence such as "Then have a good rest, good night" or something like that.

But looking at the dimly lit dessert shop, Lang Yangyang hesitated.

Shouldn't we be honest and proactive? Ask him what he's busy with or something.