Even though he already knew that Zhou Rong would come to him, Song Xuanhe did not expect Zhou Rong to come so soon. Yesterday Song Jiani told him to be careful about Zhou Rong, and Zhou Rong called early this morning.
When the phone rang, Song Xuanhe seemed to be unable to see the note on the caller ID, and the voice was lazily waking up: "Who?"
The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment before smiling and said, "Brother, I've been away for half a year, why can't I even have the qualification for a caller ID?"
Song Xuanhe's voice sounded impatient: "Report your name."
The hearty voice on the other side sank a bit, but still with a smile: "It's me, Zhou Rong."
Song Xuanhe rubbed the corners of his eyes that were watery from yawning expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone, "Zhou Rong?"
"That's right." Zhou Rong's laughter came, and then he lowered it faintly: "After staying outside for a while, I found that there were too many changes, and Chao'er also... When I come back, I want to find someone I know well. I can't find it, so I can only find you out for a drink, are you free in the evening, let's go out for a drink together."
"Okay." Song Xuanhe agreed readily, but there was no expression on his face: "You set the place and tell me the time."
"Brothers enough." Zhou Rong laughed heartily: "I have only one brother left in this imperial capital, we will not go home until we get drunk at night."
Song Xuanhe: "Remember to send the address to my mobile phone."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe yawned again, then went downstairs with a sleepy face, searched around in the kitchen, and found that there was nothing in the refrigerator in the kitchen except fruit and a few bottles of drinks. He bought it when Yuan Mu was around, Song Xuanhe casually glanced at it, took an apple, washed it, took a bite, and sat at the dining table to relax.
After a few minutes, his head became clearer, but before he figured out how to confront Zhou Rong, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly appeared in front of him, eating slowly and sitting opposite.
The way Xiao Yuanmu eats fits his personality very well. He is slow and expressionless. Song Xuanhe can never tell from his face whether the food he swallows is delicious or not. He eats like chopsticks. There is a measurement scale on it, and only so much is clipped each time, never clipping more or less.
At that time, Song Xuan and the meal would occasionally be distracted to think about it. I heard that many chefs do not like to eat their own dishes because they feel full during the cooking process. Does Xiao Yuanmu also belong to this category? Otherwise, why have I never seen him eat more dishes with chopsticks, and he also likes to watch him eat after eating, as if as a chef, he is satisfied as long as he watches others eat.
But Song Xuanhe didn't quite believe it. After all, in his perception, Xiao Yuanmu shouldn't be a person who would get a sense of accomplishment through the satisfaction of others.
At that time, he was very curious about the protagonist in the book becoming a real human being in reality, whether there would be any difference from the book, his curiosity gradually made him consciously observe Xiao Yuanmu's every move, from his The posture when eating is the same as his usual reading and work, watching and unconsciously discovering Xiao Yuanmu's many little habits that are difficult for others to notice.
For example, he hates eating fish very much, and he doesn't like handling fish. Every time he cooks fish, the distance between his body and the cooking table will be about three centimeters back than usual. He never eats fish he cooks himself, but he likes to eat vegetables , he likes any vegetable, even eating bitter gourd can make him eat with relish, which is two more mouthfuls of rice than when eating meat.
For example, when he reads a book, he habitually rubs the pages of the book with one hand. The slower the movement, the more seriously he reads the book.
For example, when he is happy, his eyes will light up, as if they are filled with starlight, even if he is not smiling, Song Xuanhe can know that he is very happy now.
For example, he doesn't like small animals for some reason, but he likes small animals very much. The little milk dog he picked up at the gate of the orphanage has now followed him to the United States.
For example, when he is unhappy, his jaw will tense a little bit, when he is angry, his Adam's apple will slide slightly, when he is impatient, he likes to tap things with his fingers, when he is sad, he will especially dislike to talk to people, and...he will suffer face, even if it is the body. Uncomfortable and cold sweat, and will not reveal the slightest in front of outsiders.
It was only after Xiao Yuanmu left that Song Xuanhe suddenly realized that he already knew Xiao Yuanmu so well.
[You will really go to see Zhou Rong later!]The voice of the system suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Xuanhe's thoughts: [Actually, you don't have to follow the original plot for this kind of plot. You can completely avoid this time and find another time to be ready to ask him out. , as long as you meet each other, this plot can be considered complete.]
Song Xuan and Apple ate half of it, and raised their eyebrows in surprise: "It's the first time I've heard you advise me not to follow the plot."
[You are my host, so of course I have to think about your safety.]The system said: [Besides, your task is about to be completed, there is no need to take such a risk.]
"Zhou Rong has always been thinking about me, and I will be at risk if I don't go." Song Xuanhe finished the apple with a few mouthfuls, threw it into the trash can and said, "And I want to live a more free life in the last days of this world. If he doesn't handle it well, how can I rest assured."
The system was still a little worried when he heard the words, and said: [Since your main mission is over, my main consciousness will always enter the dormant mode, and I am afraid that I will not be able to save you in time.]
"Don't worry." Song Xuanhe smiled: "I'll be fine."
It is already the end of June and July is about to enter. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and there are already little girls who are not afraid of the cold wearing shorts and short skirts.
Song Xuanhe walked slowly on the street, and when he saw the person waving to him at the corner, he paused, and then waved perfunctorily.
"Your expression looks like you don't welcome me." Guan Zhi hugged her chest and said, "Don't forget that you said that you would take me to eat. I finally came to Huaguo during the school holiday. Do you still want to break your promise?"
"If I break my promise, will I still come out?"
Song Xuanhe had already planned to go to Zhou Rong's appointment after going to the studio, but he received a call from Guan Zhi just as he was leaving the house. He had heard that he had come to Huaguo and wanted him to accompany him to the alley When he was looking for food, he wanted to hang up directly, but Guan Zhi didn't know where he knew about his studio, and he said directly that he was waiting for him at the door of the studio.
In order not to expose the studio at Song's house before the fashion week, Song Xuanhe could only reluctantly agree.
"Then what's your expression?" Guan Zhi snorted coldly: "If you don't want to accompany me, most people will accompany me. Don't you think this young master must be you?"
Song Xuanhe raised his hand and rubbed his head, and brought him forward: "Let's go, little man."
Guan Zhi was stunned for a moment, then jumped up in anger and went to blow Song Xuanhe's head off, but he seemed to have eyes in the back, and said: "The old grandma's things are all freshly made. When you get old, you don't have enough energy. , It will be gone if you go late, so hurry up and catch up."
"Who do you think is short?" Guan Zhi took a few strides to catch up with Song Xuanhe: "I'm still growing up now, I don't need next year, I'll be taller than you in a few months."
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes: "Well, I'm still growing at the age of nineteen, growing really fast."
Guan Zhi paused, and rushed forward to beat him up.
Song Xuanhe grabbed his fist and said with a faint smile, "The old lady's stall is in front of her. There are only a few bowls of bean curd on her table. It will be too late if you don't go there."
Guan Zhi looked along and saw that there were still a few people lined up over there, so she threw away Song Xuanhe and quickly walked to the back to line up.
What Song Xuanhe said was true. The old lady boiled tofu curds freshly made. The seasoning and the salty and sweet code words on it were also calculated according to the quantity. When they passed by, there were only four bowls left, and Guan Zhi happened to be in front There are only three people in line, and he can buy the last bowl.
But when he arrived, the benevolent old man said: "Young man, the bean curd is gone today, so come back tomorrow, grandma will leave you a bowl tomorrow."
Guan Zhi sniffed the mellow aroma of soy milk, stared at the remaining tofu curd from that night on the table, and said, "Grandma, there's still a bowl over there."
"That bowl is reserved for my old man." The old man smiled and said, "I have to leave the last bowl for him every day. This is your first time here. Regular customers know this rule."
Guan Zhi turned to look at Song Xuanhe, Song Xuanhe shrugged: "I don't know."
"Okay then." Guan Zhi turned around disappointedly and said, "Thank you, I'll come back tomorrow."
The old man stopped them with a smile, handed them two cups of soy milk, and said with a smile, "Have a cup of soy milk, grandma will save a bowl for you tomorrow."
Guan Zhi took it, thanked him, and the disappointment on his face became less. After taking a sip of soy milk, he found that the soy milk had a rich and mellow taste, and he was happy again.
Song Xuanhe sneered when he saw his face growing faster than the sky, secretly thought he was still a child, then looked at his watch and said: "The promise to take you to eat Douhua has been fulfilled, I still have something to do, so I will leave first."
"No." Guan Zhi pulled him back, seeing Song Xuanhe turned his head, the corners of his mouth moved, and after a few tens of seconds, he finally choked out a sentence: "I didn't eat tofu curd, so it doesn't count, you are off work every day during this period Just accompany me to eat and I will count it as your fulfillment of the agreement."
Song Xuan and Bai He glanced at him and shook off his hand: "You know the place, it's the same if you come by yourself tomorrow."
"Of course it's different." Guan Zhi followed behind him step by step: "Besides tofu curd and other things, I have to eat everything you said before."
Song Xuanhe paused, then turned to look at him with probing eyes: "You pester me so much, don't you have a crush on me?"
Guan Zhi froze for a moment, then his cheeks burst into red, his head was almost steaming, and he raised his voice and said, "How can I have a crush on you!"
Song Xuanhe nodded with his lips hooked: "Then don't follow me, or I'll think you have a crush on me."
Watching Song Xuanhe sneak into the crowd, Guan Zhi gritted his teeth, his expression changed, and finally followed his footsteps.