Song Yingshi was wearing a light-colored short skirt and T-shirt, her shoulder-length hair was lightly draped, and a hairpin of the same color as her skirt was on her head. She was clean and cute, and with her sweet looks, People like it when they look at it, and it really is the life of the heroine.
She was carrying a small backpack and holding ice cream in her hand. She was eating and walking. She glanced at the stalls on both sides from time to time, and she was very interested.
Zhou Li recalled the original plot, and it was estimated that she hadn't been to the market for a long time and came out to play.
Both the Song family and the Qian family were from Xiangman Town, and Song's father and Qian's father were both rare college students in that era.
The difference is that Qian Duoshu just wanted to find a company to get his salary. Later, the company was in recession, and he joined an Internet company under the introduction of a friend.
But Father Song is not someone who is willing to earn wages honestly.
In that era, he worked hard on his own for a career, successfully settled in the urban area, and took over his mother. After that, his career went further, and he married his current wife, so he changed the villa. But Mother Song didn't like her new daughter-in-law, so she didn't move in with her. When she saw that her daughter-in-law was not good to her granddaughter, she suggested that she should take care of her granddaughter on the grounds that her daughter-in-law was pregnant.
So Song Yingshi lived with her grandmother most of the time, and she was the one who raised her.
This summer vacation was the last one she lived with her grandma. Because grandma Song's health was getting worse and worse, she knew that she might not be able to make it through, so she wanted to go back to the town where she lived with grandpa Song and finish her life peacefully. The last stretch of the road.
Song Yingshi didn't know about this, she just thought it was her grandmother who wanted to go back to the suburbs to relax, so she followed.
Although the Song family's villa has been around for more than a dozen years, and Song's father's career has not improved, but he is a company owner after all. Because I help my classmates, I only go on Saturdays and Sundays, and I spend the rest of the time with my grandmother and Erha.
Grandma Song doesn't like dogs, but she can't say she hates them either. Every time Song Yingshi went out to work, Erha was taken care of by Grandma Song. Probably because she was old, she often told Erha about the past.
Ji Dashao is cold-hearted, but he has more respect and patience for the old man, and listened to many stories quietly.
In the original text, the scene where Song Yingshi and Erha watched Grandma Song take her last breath together made her cry.
When Grandma Song was dying, she read a lot of things, maybe because Erha was very spiritual, she also explained to him that she would be gone in the future, and he would take good care of Nannan.
Ji Dashao didn't even think about it, and replied the word "good" in his heart on the spot.
He is so similar to Song Yingshi.
The same mother died unexpectedly early, the same father married a stepmother, the same family had vicious siblings, and the same was raised by the elderly.
Ji Shaoyan's grandfather is still alive, but he knows that there will be such a day sooner or later, so he can understand Song Yingshi's grief.
It was also from that moment that he had "distressed" feelings for Song Yingshi.
As Zhou Li walked forward, he was thinking about how to give Uncle Gou to Song Ying as soon as possible. When he saw Song Ying, he got closer and closer. When he finally found Erha, he hurriedly picked up Uncle Gou and covered half of his face, leaving only the A pair of eyes were exposed, and then holding up one of Uncle Gou's front paw, he waved at Song Yingshi, who was looking over.
Ji Shaoyan: "..."
Okay, he even used him to coax little girls.
Song Yingshi's eyes really brightened, she smiled and leaned over, seeing Erha with a disgusting face, her liver trembled, and she asked, "Can I touch it?"
Zhou Li put down the uncle dog he was holding, showed his whole face, and said with a smile, "Yes."
In Song Yingshi's impression, he had red hair, and he didn't even recognize him just now.
When she saw that it was him, she immediately rolled her eyes, withdrew the hand she was about to extend, turned her head and left.
Zhou Li: "…"
This disgust value is too high, and the dog will not lick it.
But it is not easy to meet, and it is impossible to do nothing.
He chased after a few steps: "Hey wait, I have something to tell you."
Song Yingshi didn't want to listen, so she walked forward quickly, and soon came to a booth, standing next to the old man who was chatting with someone, staring at him vigilantly.
The old man smiled kindly, just caught a glimpse of the granddaughter's expression, also looked at the chasing teenager, and asked the granddaughter: "Your friend?"
Song Yingshi said stiffly, "I don't know him."
Zhou Li stopped abruptly.
There was no trace of Grandma Song in the data in his mind, but it was obviously Grandma Song who could rely on Song Yingshi and be accompanied by the young special protection and nanny.
Grandma Song is now a capitalized "dangerous and fragile" in his eyes.
He didn't dare to make trouble, he stood honestly one meter away from them, and smiled helplessly.
Grandma Song's first impression of him was quite high, and she asked, "Do you have anything to do with our family?"
Zhou Li said calmly: "Well, I lost a bet with my friends a few days ago and did something to offend Miss Song. I want to apologize when I met him today." He looked at Song Ying and said sincerely, "I'm sorry. ."
Song Yingshi stared, as if she didn't know him.
Zhou Li knew that his goodwill didn't increase immediately, but at least he apologized first.
He nodded to Grandma Song, said goodbye politely, and walked away with Erha in his arms.
Grandma Song looked at his back and asked curiously, "What did he do?"
Song Yingshi curled her lips: "Stop me for WeChat."
Grandma Song smiled and sighed in her heart that it was nice to be young, and commented, "I think this child is quite good."
Song Yingshi immediately retorted: "He's a good ball!"
Grandma Song smiled and shook her head without explaining much.
Her eyesight is still very accurate.
The young man is full of self-confidence from the inside out. It can be seen that the family environment is very healthy. In this case, it is usually impossible to raise too bad children. Moreover, the young man's eyes are bright, generous and modest, and he knows how to advance and retreat. He is one of the peers she has seen. An excellent class of people.
The outstanding Zhou Dashao was walking back while introducing Song Yingshi to Master Ji.
He couldn't go into too much detail, otherwise it would be easy to be suspected, so he simply said: "Her family lives in the urban area, and she came back to play during the summer vacation. I heard that her father found her a stepmother, maybe the relationship is not good, she They all live with grandma."
Well, to let you know your situation is similar, and throw a "downtown" bait by the way.
He brushed his hair and continued: "Don't look at what she was like just now. In fact, she has a very good personality. I am going to give you to her for adoption. She will take good care of you. Are you happy?"
Master Ji is not happy.
He was a little suspicious that this silly white sweet wanted to use him to pick up girls—for example, to give him away, and then ask girls out in his name.
In addition to reluctantly accepting "returning to the city", he was not happy to see this schizophrenia who would switch personalities at some point.
Zhou Li didn't know what he was thinking, so he bought a small plastic windmill for two yuan halfway, and went home with Uncle Dog.
He first took a shower by himself, then wiped the hair of Uncle Dog, plucked out the battery on the sunflower, put it in the box together with the pocket flowers, and fixed the windmill on the box with transparent glue, only then was he satisfied Take the dog back to the den.
One person and one dog took a nap.
The wind from the window blew in, and the windmill turned gently, as if guarding a certain summer afternoon with watermelon and fruit soda in the depths of my memory.
Ji Shaoyan's ears moved slightly and fell asleep.
He slept until the evening, and when he opened his eyes, he saw these three things smiling at him. He stood up helplessly, and briefly moved his limbs. He saw that Zhou Li was also awake, and was awakened by a phone call.
The call was from Qian Duoshu.
He remembered that there was a market today, and he didn't want to take the crowded road. He planned to open from another door in the community, so he told Zhou Li to buy some food. There was no food at home.
Zhou Li was short-tempered, hung up the phone and went downstairs with Uncle Gou again.
The market was still lively, but he was not interested in shopping this time, so he went straight to the fruit and vegetable area, paused when passing a stall, and stepped back.
He had visited all of them once before, but he didn't remember this stall, he should be new here.
I saw that the stall was simply laying a piece of cloth on the ground, with three kinds of vegetables on it, each in a small pile, and the stall owners were all nestled on the pony, all wearing caps and sunglasses, sitting like quails, Count, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, especially eye-catching.
Zhou Li: "…"
Ji Shaoyan: "..."
Zhou Li laughed and suddenly felt that the original owner and these younger brothers were talents.
He thought that if cold water was poured into them in the morning, they would most likely be depressed for a while, but the second-tier youth were so happy, and he didn't know how they discussed it. It took only one afternoon to complete the transition from "making a lot of money and doing big things" to "putting it off." The brutal transformation of street stalls selling side dishes”.
He tried hard to hold back a smile and asked, "How do you sell this dish?"
The two boys kept silent, shrank subconsciously, lowered their heads and continued to pretend to be quails.
Zhou Li said: "What about you guys, don't do business anymore?"
The quails held back for a few seconds, and the one in the lead slowly stretched out two fingers.
Zhou Li said, "Two yuan a pound?"
The quails nodded neatly.
Zhou Li said: "Sure, give me two pounds of this."
The one in the lead slowly stepped forward, picked up a little dish, turned around, and froze.
The other six quails winked and froze with him. One of them couldn't hold back and slapped his thigh sharply: "Slot, we don't have a fucking scale!"
Zhou Li: "…"
Ji Shaoyan: "..."
The author has something to say: Ji Shaoyan: worthy of being a foolish person, one is stupid.