In the room behind Yu Nianbing, the rich and pure aroma of barbecue came bursting in. Song Shiyue lowered her head slightly and secretly took two deep breaths. Her heart was agitated, but she still remembered the "serious things" she should do now.
"There is something blocking the door of my room. I don't know if it's convenient. Let's walk from here?" Song Shiyue pointed behind Nian Bing.
Do you mean the pile of debris that blocked the door so that you can't even see the door frame...
Yu Nianbing nodded and stepped aside.
Song Shiyue thanked her repeatedly, but after entering the door, she hesitated and looked at Yu Nianbing's feet.
Well, off-white bunny slippers.
Still so cute.
Yu Nianbing followed Song Shiyue's eyes, and unconsciously took two steps back.
"Aunt Wang bought these slippers..." As soon as Yu Nianbing said that, she felt a little annoyed. Why do I have so many words today.
"Very cute." Song Shiyue praised sincerely.
"..." Yu Nianbing wanted to explain that this was Aunt Wang's aesthetics, not that she liked such childish and soft things. Only this time, when the words came to his lips, he finally swallowed them in time.
Song Shiyue waited for a while, only to see the person in front of her, pursing her lips tightly. She was originally a little cold, but now she added a little more distance.
"Then... Do I want to change my shoes?" Song Shiyue didn't care about the sense of distance that Nian Bing suddenly pulled away. She even collapsed the opponent's wall, so she was afraid of this sense of distance.
So, it's not because I think it's cute that I look at my slippers.
"Wait a minute." Yu Nianbing glanced at Song Shiyue indifferently, then turned and entered the room.
But when he turned around, he brought... four shower caps.
When Wang Mancang was hindering his body shape and was looking for a support point to put on his feet, Song Shiyue, who was wearing two shower caps, quickly entered Yu Nianbing's room.
This house in Xingzhuyuan has two households on one floor, and the structure inside the house is similar. Song Shiyue quickly found Yu Nianbing's side, the room opened up by herself.
Different from the aroma of barbecue when passing by the restaurant, this bedroom has a faint scent of melon and fruit.
Song Shiyue followed the aroma and saw a spoon inserted into a watermelon that had been eaten a few bites on the bedside table.
Speaking of which, I seem to have tasted watermelon before
Is it an association hallucination produced by smelling the smell here in the thick smoke that is about to make you lose your sense of smell
But being distracted by Gua Xiang, the sound of the little slippers rattling behind him approached.
"That won't work." Yu Nianbing's voice sounded behind him.
Song Shiyue walked in ahead of the master regardless of politeness, just to push the table back immediately, but was delayed for a while, and was caught up.
Right now, she was feeling annoyed, and upon hearing Yu Nianbing's words, Song Shiyue couldn't help but be taken aback, "What?"
"I've eaten this before, no way." Yu Nianbing sighed softly, and said, "There's still half a melon in the refrigerator, I'll take it out for you to eat later."
Wait, Song Shiyue suddenly realized that the image of herself in Nian Bing's heart was not right
"Well, I just took a look." Song Shiyue tried to explain, "Before, when I passed out, I seemed to taste the taste of watermelon. When I remembered it, I just took a second look. I didn't want to eat it."
Watermelon's…
smell…
Yu Nianbing's ears felt a little hot, facing Song Shiyue who was looking at him sincerely, he suddenly regretted bringing up the topic of watermelon.
At this moment, slightly heavy footsteps sounded from far to near.
Song Shiyue's heart skipped a beat, it's okay to miss one who has already seen the scene, the rest will always be in time.
It was too late to say more to Yu Nianbing, Song Shiyue walked quickly to the collapsed wall.
Without the person in front of him, Yu Nianbing felt much better, and the heat behind his ears gradually faded away.
When he was in the ward before, Yu Nianbing thought about what he would say if Song Shiyue remembered and brought up that incident again.
But now it is obvious that Song Shiyue doesn't remember, or rather, pretends not to remember.
Yu Nianbing breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but wonder if what happened to her today was related to that contact that was only about life and had nothing to do with emotions.
However, she soon ran out of time to think deeply.
A few steps away, Song Shiyue picked up the long table that Yu Nianbing couldn't lift, stepped on the broken wall step by step, and steadily sent it back to the next door.
If it is said that Yu Nian Bing was just guessing before, then seeing Song Shiyue effortlessly carrying the table and walking freely, and arbitrarily adjusting the position of the table, what he thought in his heart was confirmed by the facts.
"How's it going?" Wang Mancang, who was tired enough to bend over and put on two shoe covers, also arrived, rubbing his fat belly.
Song Shiyue glanced at Yu Nianbing from the bedroom over there through the collapsed wall.
Yu Nianbing glanced at Wang Mancang, but said nothing.
"I said your door can be blocked." Wang Mancang didn't care about Nian Bing's silence, but saw the situation in the bedroom from afar, and his anger rose slowly.
Song Shiyue worked silently, and the number of blames for today was automatically increased by one.
There were a lot of things blocking the door, and Song Shiyue could feel Yuanshen's strong desire to die every time he moved one.
Obviously...
Persevere a little longer, and there will be a turning point.
Song Shiyue glanced at Wang Mancang, who had a dark face but quick hands and movements by the window, and felt a little uncomfortable.
"Look at what I'm doing, move quickly." Wang Mancang also moved the same items from his hands, feeling the heaviness of thinking about it, and when he spoke, he was still annoyed.
Fine…
Song Shiyue lowered his head and continued to clean up the debris.
In fact, these things piled up at the door, she was able to push them through the door before.
It's just that the strength shown here is too different from ordinary people, and secondly, there is no chance to avoid Wang Mancang and return the table to Yu Nianbing.
It seems that the effect is still there.
Although Wang Mancang is very angry now, he has no doubt that the wall was smashed down.
As for Yu Nianbing...
Song Shiyue turned her head to look at the collapsed wall.
In the opposite bedroom, Yu Nianbing was spooning a mouthful of watermelon into his mouth.
Looking at each other, Yu Nianbing slammed the spoon back into the watermelon, turned and left the bedroom.
Song Shiyue lowered her head silently... She sighed to herself, could she be so angry because she ate a few of her leftover steamed buns
It shouldn't be... This is not the end of the world where supplies are scarce...
Shouldn't there be disputes over some food, especially food that can't be eaten up
To be honest, in the original owner's memory, whether it was the evaluation in the circle or the original owner's personal experience, Yu Nianbing seemed to be a relatively indifferent person who would keep a distance from others. But Song Shiyue, judging from the series of things she encountered, although Yu Nianbing didn't care about everything, nor was she very enthusiastic, but as a stranger, or someone who had been used by the original owner, she Really well done.
If possible, Song Shiyue felt that even if they couldn't be friends because of their past or this embarrassment, at least they could be a friendly nodding acquaintance in the future.
But it seems that this wish has been messed up by my uncontrollable greed
Hey…
Having not eaten anything serious for seven years, Song Shiyue felt that if she was asked to go back a few hours ago, between the cold Xiaolongbao and Yu Nianbing, she would still choose the former.
Just as Song Shiyue was thinking wildly and cleaning up the sundries blocking the door with his hands and feet, the sound of rattling slippers approached.
"Bing, eat slowly." Yu Nianbing placed a large glass bowl on the cabinet next to Song Shiyue, which contained half a watermelon with a spoon inserted.
Red, whole, half melon.
Yu Nianbing put down the melon, and left without waiting for Song Shiyue to speak.
Song Shiyue looked at the red, complete, half melon in front of her, and suddenly felt that maybe if she were to go back to a few hours ago now, she might... before the cold Xiaolongbao and Yu Nianbing...
Hesitate a little longer.
Then.
Of course, choose the former.
The author has something to say:
Yu Nianbing: Song Shiyue, please take a look at the balance of my Xingwang account.
Song Shiyue: 0.0~
Yu Nianbing: So you didn't learn math well in elementary school, so you chose the latter between me and the six steamed buns
Song Shiyue: ... T_T