Yu Jian also closed the door of the store, and Shen Qiang did not go home but walked in the direction of the end of the street.

If the street of Creative Street is full of high-end and Internet celebrity check-in points, then the end of the street is full of fireworks in old Shanghai, with big trees standing on both sides, and a street full of snacks and street stalls, some have stores, and some are directly a small stool and small table, with a pack of paper towels, casual but comfortable.

The Malatang shop is located at the end of the street on Creative Street, and it is the only one that makes Malatang.

The shop has been open here for decades, and the scent often wafts from the end of the street to the street, a classic old street storefront, and a very large tree next to it.

Shen Qiang didn't sit in the storefront, but picked a position at the side of the stall at the door, where the view is very good, you can see the people and things of a street, behind her is the wide tree, it should be that it will block the light, the boss also intimately wrapped a light bulb on the tree, the warm yellow light sprinkled down, you can clearly see the reflection.

Shen Qiang sat on a low stool, she wore a brown temperament jacket, with a pair of boots, and a gentle knitted skirt inside.

Ten minutes later, the boss stepped forward with a spicy hot.

It was a big bowl, and the boss looked around Shen Qiang's table and wondered, "Beauty, are you ordering so much alone?" ”

Shen Qiang hummed lightly.

The boss muttered, "So much, you can't finish eating, I thought you ordered it for your friends." ”

Shen Qiang didn't say anything with a smile, and only said to the boss: "Thank you, I'm done eating." ”

Seeing that Shen Qiang was so sure, the boss didn't say anything anymore, and left with a smile, the boss had already given two small bowls when he served the food, probably thinking that she had friends, Shen Qiang spread out the two small bowls, put one of them on the opposite side, and broke the chopsticks.

After all this was done, Shen Qiang looked at the shadow of the big tree on the ground that was refracted by the light bulb, and there was a huge body, her eyes trembled, as if expected, and said, "Do you want to come out and eat some?" ”

When she spoke, her voice was as thin as spring rain.

Gentleness and tenderness floated into the ears of the man behind the tree.

A moment later, under the afterglow of the light, the shadow moved, turned and left in the opposite direction.

A panda's footsteps on the road were a little hasty, as if embarrassed.

Shen Qiang looked back, looking at the back of the panda, and she said softly, "Song Boli." It was the first time since the reunion that she had called out his name in such a calm tone.

The panda's footsteps paused, and its huge body trembled.

It seemed that he didn't expect to say his name from her mouth. didn't expect that she had already guessed that it was him under the panda mask.

He turned around, took off his hood with his hand as he turned around, and the moment he looked back, he happened to meet Shen Qiang's gaze.

Song Boli's handsome face was exposed to the night, his eyes were slightly dim, and he looked at the position of the stall.

His thin lips pursed slightly, the night was dim and lonely, and he stood there, although he was wearing this cute doll costume, he had a powerful aura inexplicably.

Shen Qiang realized later, who is he?

He is Song Boli. The prince of Port City.

And this is a roadside stall, which is a roadside stall that I don't know what brand of oil is used, whether the vegetables are washed or not, whether the meat is fresh on the same day, and this kind of food safety guarantee is not guaranteed.

Shen Qiang ignored that his intestines had never been exposed to these "garbage". Even when she used to order takeout to the top floor, he would take a look, and after smelling the pungent smell, he frowned and said, "It's not healthy." ”

Since then, he has arranged for servants, as well as Michelin chefs. As long as she is there, all three meals are cooked with the best ingredients.

She had tasted many of the best ingredients with him.

But when I returned to being single, I still liked the taste of street stalls.

Shen Qiang retracted her gaze, she appeared here today, she didn't think about it so much, she just had something to say to him.

Shen Qiang opened her mouth and said, "Forget that you don't like it, we can change-"

Before he finished speaking, Song Boli raised his feet and walked towards Shen Qiang's table.

He sat opposite Shen Qiang, blocked her mouth with his actions, and proved with his actions that he was not the high-ranking Song Boli before.

The light bulb tied to the tree, like a warm yellow light, shot straight down, enveloping the two of them in a furry circle of light.

White smoke wafted from the spicy tang on the table, and the smell of garlic chili peppers and sour radish wafted up, and the lively market was full of fireworks in the world.

He is wearing a doll costume at the moment. His knees were slightly folded, and his huge body sat on a small bench, looking slightly pitiful and cramped.

The arrogant face in both directions, now with his eyes lowered, slightly restrained and helpless, less high-spirited, and a little more cautious.

The person in front of him was close at hand, plus the bright light bulb on his head. When she got closer, Shen Qiang found that Song Boli's usually fair and handsome face had turned a lot of redness, especially on the neck, there were already a few small blisters and red spots.

Dense and shocking.

Shen Qiang held the hand of the chopsticks for a moment, and now that she has reunited, she has a sour feeling in her heart when she faces Song Boli for the first time.

After brewing all night, a lot of words, a lot of things, I wanted to ask and want to say, but I looked at his sweat-soaked hair and the severely allergic skin on his body, and finally opened his mouth, but it was a sentence, "Let's eat some together." ”

She should have been angry, angry at his approach, angry that he went to find Zhuang Fangjie, angry that he interfered in her life, and told him that he didn't need to be nosy, but she couldn't open her mouth.

The doll costume weighed dozens of pounds, and she stood at the door with it every day for three or four hours, dancing and taking pictures, which were not as fluctuating as her words, she did not scold him, yell at him, or indifferently tell him not to meddle, but gave him the opportunity to let him sit opposite her and eat together, which was already the best result for him.

His thin lips moved slightly, and his eyes trembled slightly, which was a strange feeling.

In the past, he felt that only career success could fill his desires, and he had no desire for anything, but recently, he was faced with hundreds of billions of large orders, and in the face of the Song family's companies slowly being established, and new products were successfully released and listed, these things didn't seem to have any feelings, and that heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't make any waves.

But her words, five simple words, made his heart like stagnant water, and instantly rippled.

He picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles and vegetables in the bowl one bite at a time.

There was a layer of oil floating on the bowl, and he saw in his eyes that the food he used to think was unhealthy, but now he felt that as long as he was with her, whatever he ate was delicious.

Song Boli couldn't hold back and asked, "How do you know it's me." ”

Shen Qiang should have finished eating, put down her chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you go to find my mother?" My mom said you had allergies, and when I thought about that night, your hands were red and rotten. ”

But the rest of Shen Qiang didn't say it, she didn't say that although he deliberately hid himself, he cared about her completely beyond his control. It was also because of these that he subconsciously accommodated and tried every means to make her happy, which made her feel that something was wrong everywhere, but she couldn't find evidence everywhere, until Zhuang Fangjie's phone call and learned that the person in the panda was him, she felt that everything seemed reasonable.

So the details, as long as it is Song Boli, can match.

He and her have been reunited so far, this kind of ordinary relationship is what he has been looking forward to for a long time, and he cherishes it more than anyone else.

He spoke to her cautiously, without the slightest hint of the usual hand-covering momentum.

"You ordered so much, didn't you already know that I was going to come here..."

When she went back last night, her thoughts were very messy, and she suddenly remembered that when she was on a business trip for the New Year, there were a few simple things in the trunk at that time, bird's nest, ejiao, and tea were all suitable, but now that she thinks that the box of tea is local to Hong Kong City, and it is this box of tea that exposes everything.

Which locals buy local things need to be bought by others, and only gifts will be given to outsiders local things.

He had already prepared to send her back to see Zhuang Fangjie.

Everything is.

It's a pity that he did it perfectly at that time and deceived her too.

If it weren't for the doll bear and entrepreneurship this time, she wouldn't think he did it on purpose.

So she deliberately tested him today. From the beginning, when she and Yu Jian said that when they came to eat Malatang, it was a trap set for Song Boli.

If the panda is him, he will definitely come.

But as soon as he said this, Shen Qiang felt as if she had completely grasped his feelings, and this strange thought made her lower her eyes and said, "I'm not sure you'll come, it's not expensive, I'll order it myself." ”

She started to feel awkward again.

When Song Boli heard this, he obediently shut up and ate Malatang quietly.

She sat in her position, watching him eat in small bites, he ate everything slowly and methodically, even if it was a roadside stall, he ate a sense of luxury, his expression was warm, his brows never wrinkled, what he used to think was unhealthy, but now he eats it, and he doesn't seem to dislike it at all.

During this period, they seemed to be old friends who had not seen each other for many years, sitting with each other, and no one tacitly agreed not to mention the past.

With a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of soup, Song Boli ate for more than 30 minutes.

The sourness of the sour radish, the spicy chili pepper, the fresh soup of monosodium glutamate, the more flavors are met, the more he is flustered, and after eating, is she leaving?

He got along with Shen Qiang, more focused than when talking about business, and he was afraid of missing her words, ignoring her every frown and contemplation. He is also afraid that his words will bring the relationship that has finally broken the ice into an impasse again.

I'm even more afraid that after eating noodles, she will say that this is the last dinner for the two, so that he will never interfere in her affairs again.

He was afraid that she would be angry and blamed him for going to Zhuang Fangjie.

Because he hadn't heard Shen Qiang say anything about him going to Zhuang Fangjie all the time.

But no matter how slow you eat the noodles, they will come to an end.

The moment he put down his chopsticks, Shen Qiang picked up his bag and whispered three words: "Thank you." ”

Song Boli was stunned, his eyes were puzzled.

Shen Qiang lowered her eyes and said in a very light tone: "My mother agreed that I started a business, thank you for helping me enlighten my mother." ”

She didn't get angry, she didn't blame him for being nosy, the corners of Song Boli's mouth hooked, and she had been worried about things for a long time after returning from Su City, and finally got an affirmative answer.

She asked him to finish eating first, thanked him politely, and finished the scene, before opening her mouth and asking the question hidden in her heart: "Why are you doing this for me?" ”

From now on, it's about feelings.

The good and the bad, all say.

The doll suit resisted the cold wind, the sweat on his forehead had already dried, his eyes drooped, and his heart was pounding.

Because I like you, because I love you, and I want to go with you for the rest of my life.

These are the real reasons in the heart. But it's not a justifiable reason.

Because he would be rejected by her when he said it, he smiled slightly, a little bitter in his smile, and said: "I ignored you before, and for the sake of the new product release, I acquiesced in Miki's scandal, which caused harm to you, the woman at the Jockey Club, I didn't expect that I need to be measured and reported in love, and I often ignore your tears." ”

"I've never taken you to see your family for four years," Song Boli lowered his voice, his throat rolling, "and a lot more, but in any case, it's all my fault, it's my habit of putting everything more important than you." ”

"Whether I despise you or not, but the behavior hurts you."

"I'm sorry, Shen Qiang," Song Boli said in a throat, his tone was gentle, and he said formally, "I want to ask for your forgiveness." ”

He is so formal, formal, as if the two are about to start a new relationship.

It's just a matter of forgiveness or not.

He apologized, gentle, and sincere.

It sounds like not forgiving has become hers.

This is the first time Shen Qiang has heard him face up to the problems that happened in the previous four years together, whether it is the opposite sex, family, ignoring or ignoring, she heard him say it for the first time, and clearly realized her mistakes.

At this moment, compared to what he did, he faced his mistakes at this moment, and really moved the stone that was pressing on her heart.

He faces up to his mistakes, why does she stick to it and don't let herself go.

Those memories are intricate, like old movie scenes being shown.

Shen Qiang picked up the bag and said with a smile: "I forgive you." ”