After Song Xuan finished talking, the little girl knocked on the door and came in, handed them the menu, pouted and said to Song Xuan, "I heard you talking about me!"
"Yeah." Song Xuanhe smiled faintly: "I didn't say anything bad about you."
"You said I just didn't believe what I said when I was young." The little girl snorted, skipped Song Xuanhe and handed the menu to Xiao Yuanmu, and said, "Brother, do you think what I said is right? Do you believe it?" ?"
Xiao Yuanmu took the menu, glanced at Song Xuanhe before speaking, his voice was clear but not cold: "Believe it."
Hearing this, the little girl glanced at Song Xuanhe triumphantly, raised her chin as if to show off, saw that Song Xuanhe just raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything, she snorted again, turned her head again and said to Xiao Yuanmu: "My father said My words are the most eloquent. When I was ten years old, my brother and sister who blessed me got married when I was twelve years old. They even asked me to be a flower girl! My father also said that the eyes of someone who really likes someone are different, Brother, you look at the brother on the opposite side just like my father looks at my father! I will definitely not be wrong!"
Xiao Yuanmu stared: "The eyes?"
"That's right!" The little girl nodded earnestly, "It's the look in the eyes of someone who likes someone!"
Song Xuanhe paused with the cup brought to his mouth, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu, but Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at him, but said to the little girl: "If what you said really comes true, when the time comes we will get married as well." Please be a flower girl."
"I don't want it!" The little girl categorically refused, seeing Song Xuanhe's surprised expression and explained: "I am sixteen years old, I can't be a flower girl, I can only be a bridesmaid, but I can't be your bridesmaid Ah, I have two good friends, I must be a bridesmaid when they get married, my father said that there are only three things to do, and I also heard that if you are a bridesmaid many times, you will not get married, so I can't be a bridesmaid for you, brother."
Seeing the serious expression on the little girl's face, Song Xuanhe couldn't help laughing: "You think so far at such a young age."
"I'm not young anymore!" The little girl pursed her mouth and said, "I can get married in two years!" Her eyes lit up and she looked at Song Xuanhe: "Brother, are you ready to get married?"
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, only then did he realize that the legal age of marriage at this time is different from his original world, where men and women can get married as long as they are 18 years old, but there may be reasons for different education and open-mindedness. Young people would marry prematurely, and most of them married after the age of twenty-eight, so he had always ignored this common sense in the memory of the original owner.
Moreover, both he and Xiao Yuanmu knew in their hearts that they were not really a couple who were together because of love, so naturally they would not mention such things.
Without getting an answer, the little girl analyzed herself: "If you don't have a ring on your hand, you must not be engaged. If you are not engaged, you are still far from getting married. Brother, when will you get married?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Not having a ring means that we are far away from getting married?"
The little girl nodded: "Yes, and my father said that the lack of a ring means that the lovers have not confirmed each other, but my father also said that you can't judge whether someone is in love by whether someone wears a ring. Love can only be judged by actions and You can see it in your eyes, so even if you don't have rings, you will be very happy."
"By the way, big brother, what do you eat? The Haihuang porridge in our store is really good." One topic jumped from topic to another, and soon she sold it in a decent way: "All The ingredients are all freshly brought back from various places of origin, and there is never any overnight ingredients, and the leftover ingredients today can only make one serving of Haihuang porridge, if you want to order, I will go to the kitchen and tell my father right away!"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Song Xuanhe who was thinking about something, and after a pause, he returned the menu to the little girl and said, "Two servings of seafood porridge."
The little girl blinked: "Don't you want anything else? We have a lot of delicious food in our store."
Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "No need."
"Do you want two pots of porridge or two normal bowls of porridge?"
"In a bowl."
The little girl shrank her nose in confusion, turned to Song Xuanhe, and persuaded: "Little brother, do you really only want two servings of seafood porridge? You can order whatever you want today, as long as it is on the menu and there are ingredients in the kitchen." You can all order, if you don’t order this time, you will suffer!”
This is the first time Song Xuanhe has seen someone working so hard without giving money to others, but he is more concerned about another question: "Why is he the big brother and I am the younger brother? I look younger than him?"
"No." The little girl glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and said shyly, "Because that brother is a handsome guy who is rare in a thousand years. Although you are also handsome, compared with your big brother, you can only say a hundred years at most. It’s hard to meet, so he’s the little handsome guy, the big handsome guy is the big brother, and the little handsome guy is the little brother.”
Song Xuanhe smiled and handed the teapot, which was still 80% full, to the little girl, and said, "You can go out and get more tea."
The little girl glanced at her mouth and took the teapot: "Stingy."
The chattering little girl left, and the door was closed again, cutting off the noise outside, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.
Silence spread all the time, Xiao Yuanmu sat quietly, and seemed to have no intention of opening his mouth. For some reason, Song Xuanhe blurted out before he even realized it: "Actually, I kind of want to eat your cooking."
After seeing Song Xuanhe's lips pursed slightly, he seemed to be a bit annoyed, Xiao Yuanmu's originally dark eyes dissipated some black mist, and said: "I will make you a supper later."
"Today?" Song Xuanhe looked at the time on his phone subconsciously. It was almost ten o'clock now. He shook his head and said, "Let's forget about today. I won't be able to eat anything when I go back after finishing the porridge."
"Tomato egg noodles." Seeing Song Xuanhe looking over, Xiao Yuanmu said indifferently: "Except mine, you have never eaten anyone else's."
Song Xuanhe's expression paused slightly. He didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to know about this. After eating the most delicious food, it was difficult to eat the food that he thought was good before. So since he met Xiao Yuanmu, he really didn't eat it again. Have had tomato egg noodles elsewhere.
Moreover, if he guessed correctly, Xiao Yuanmu would be leaving soon, so today would probably be the last time he ate the tomato egg noodles served by Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes and nodded: "Then I will drink less porridge later."
Remember that porridge has always been famous for its deliciousness and delicacy, and delicacy often means that the portion is not large. For young men who are young, strong and prone to hunger, a normal bowl of porridge can be drunk even if they are full. What's more, Song Xuanhe didn't eat anything for dinner. He didn't feel full until he finished his porridge.
Naturally, the two drove back to the apartment directly after finishing their porridge.
Song Xuanhe has not been to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment for a long time. In fact, since Xiao Yuanmu moved here, Song Xuanhe has only been here twice in total, one time when Xiao Yuanmu moved here the second time. One day, he came to have dinner, and another time he met Xiao Yuanmu who was jogging in the morning, and after saying a few words, he went upstairs with him and ate a bowl of noodles from him.
After that time, he would subconsciously avoid Xiao Yuanmu's morning jogging time. Even when Xiao Yuanmu occasionally sent a message asking him if he would have dinner together at night, he used other reasons or excuses to avoid it. This was the third time tonight.
Only this time, Song Xuanhe vaguely felt that Xiao Yuanmu's apartment seemed a little different from what he had seen in the previous two visits, but he didn't find anything after scanning the familiar but cold colors and decorations of the living room and dining room. , there was a faint feeling in his heart, but it was a feeling that he couldn't find the real answer, which made him a little irritable.
It has been half an hour since Jinji drove back, and it was already eleven o'clock. Xiao Yuanmu took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Wait for me a while."
Song Xuanhe was still observing what was different about Xiao Yuanmu's apartment. Hearing his words, he couldn't help but look away. His eyes fell on Xiao Yuanmu's broad shoulders and narrow waist. Stopped him before the refrigerator door: "I just finished my porridge, I'll do it after a rest."
Xiao Yuanmu paused, his jaw tightened slightly after seeing the time displayed on the watch, his eyes flickered slightly, but he still turned and walked towards the living room.
The two sat opposite each other, and neither of them spoke first.
However, both Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu realized that the other party was different from usual today.
Messages on the phone came one after another, Song Xuanhe looked down to avoid Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, but his eyes fell on the text on the phone screen, but he didn't take a single word into his eyes.
Time passed by, and Song Xuan and his fingers unconsciously swipe various applications, from chat software to search engines, opening and closing one by one, sliding around boredly, until he opened the last browser and saw a long time ago History of searches—what do men and men do
From the first time we met, many memories that had been ignored came back to his mind in an instant. Become cold and gloomy, and also saw him break the defense a little bit again, let him walk into his world.
But he shouldn't go to Xiao Yuanmu's world, because that is not his world, and he is destined to return to his own world.
Song Xuanhe raised his head first, with the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, as if he just remembered it suddenly, and asked, "What is the thing you said you wanted to tell me?"
"I'm going to the United States for a while." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were dark, staring at Song Xuanhe for a moment: "At least half a year."
Song Xuanhe lowered his eyes, under the sigh that he really did, suppressing the complicated emotions he didn't know why, he began to think about what expression a couple should have when they heard the news that their other half was going abroad suddenly, but there was no such aspect in their minds With a reserve of knowledge, he could only blink and ask, "So you plan to break up with me?"
Before Xiao Yuanmu could answer, Song Xuanhe said again: "Yes, I agree."