summer fireworks

Song Zhilin handed the flower to Yan Shu, and waited for Yan Shu's answer with a smile. Yan Shu was a little stunned after receiving the flower. She was holding the flower, and she didn't know how Song Zhilin conjured up this flower during the few minutes she was in a trance. The flower is a delicate pink rose, wrapped in star cellophane, a light flower, exuding a fragrance in the dark night.

Yan Shu held the flower and asked her, "Where did it come from?"

Song Zhilin said first, "It was transformed."

Yan Shu hammered her arm, and said in a coquettish tone, "Do I look stupid?"

Only then did she tell the truth, pointing to the small flower shop by the side of the road, and said, "I bought it there, why did you ignore me."

"I don't care about you, just buy me flowers."

Yan Shu muttered, but there was a smile in the corner of her eyes. She took Song Zhilin's arm and walked towards the small flower shop. Song Zhilin didn't know what she wanted to do, lest she didn't want this flower, and she was dragging her feet , asked: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Yan Shu stood at the door of the flower shop, pointed at the half-bucket of champagne-colored lilies, waved his hand, and asked the clerk to wrap them all up for her. Song Zhilin saw that she paid and took the flowers in one go, and she had some guesses in her heart, but she wasn't sure. But Yan Shu walked up to her with the bouquet of flowers in his arms, then handed it to her, tilted his chin slightly, and said:

"For you."

Her tone was not good, but Song Zhilin still took the bouquet of flowers and said in her heart: Xiao Aojiao.

Song Zhilin hugged this bouquet of lilies, which were bigger than her face. She hugged a bunch of lilies in her arms, almost blocking the road in front of her. While paying attention to the road under her feet, she joked to Yan Shu that : "Why did you send me flowers all of a sudden, thinking you don't owe me anything?"

"Then I'll give you one at most!"

Yan Shu really took the bait, and immediately retorted angrily:

"I just want to give you flowers, what's the matter? May you send me flowers?"

"Of course not." Song Zhilin annoyed her, and immediately began to coax her again, "I see, I just want to give it to me."

She knew Yan Shu's unyielding spirit very well in her heart. Once she received a bouquet of flowers, she immediately wanted to give her another bouquet. No matter what it was, Yan Shu always had the drive to compete. People are both angry and loving.

"That's right," Yan Shu kicked a small stone on the ground, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Song Zhilin was holding the flowers, and she still had one free hand to hold hers. She was in no mood to look at the stalls on both sides, not to mention they had eaten something, so they didn't feel very hungry now.

"No more," Song Zhilin said, "Let's go home."

Now she just wants to go home quickly, live with Yan Shu in a small apartment with only two people, cook together, and watch TV together.

Crossing this alley, not far away, is the previous parking lot.

Yan Shu opened the door and got into the car, motioned for Song Zhilin to sit in the co-pilot, raised his chin: "Today I will drive."

Song Zhilin was holding the flowers in her hands, so she had no time to spare, besides, she didn't want to compete with Yan Shu, so she just said: "Okay, you drive."

Yan Shu gave Song Zhilin the flower in her hand. Looking at the large bouquet of lilies and the pink rose in Song Zhilin's hand, she felt a hint of sweetness welling up in her heart. She quickly turned her head and stared intently at the dashboard of the car. .

She found it strange that Song Zhilin's every move, every little thing, would make her feel sweet in her heart. Although she had this feeling before, it was far less intense than it is now.

Song Zhilin looked at her with a smile, and asked, "Shall we go to the supermarket first?"

Yan Shu was driving the car. The music in the car was played very softly. It was soft and soothing music. Her mood also softened. Hearing Song Zhilin's question, she thought for a while and said, "Are you going? I want to go home. "

She could hardly wait to go back.She always felt that her small apartment was a bit shabby, and although it was still cozy, it was not a place that people could dream about, but when Yan Shu thought of going back with Song Zhilin, she suddenly began to find her small apartment very attractive .

Yan Shu wanted to lean on the sofa with Song Zhilin to watch a movie, chat together, and cook when he was hungry. He wanted to eat anything, whether it was Yangchun noodles or baked bread.

It would be even better if it was raining outside, the pattering rain fell along the transparent glass window, the wind outside the window was icy cold, but the room was warm and cozy, with a soft sofa and a girlfriend, Yan Shu thought about it They all feel that life is beautiful.

"Don't want to go to the supermarket?"

Song Zhilin looked down at the flowers in her hands. The unique fragrance of lilies filled the entire compartment, which made her feel very good. She stretched out her hand to pluck the petals of the lily, and said:

"Go get some groceries, your fridge is full."

"Why do you worry so much?" Yan Shu complained in a low voice, turned the corner at the gate of the community, and parked the car in the parking lot of the supermarket, "Let's go, hurry up and go home after shopping, wait It's going to rain."

"In such a hurry to go back?"

Song Zhilin took the shopping cart, pushed it into the supermarket, leaned into her ear, and whispered:

"What do you want to go back to?"

Her voice was soft and soft, with a sense of meaning, her tone rose slightly, touching Yan Shu's ears, and her heart trembled accordingly.

Yan Shu originally only wanted to watch TV with her, but after hearing what Song Zhilin said, she couldn't help but think of other things, such as a dark room, a wisp of smoke, the folds on the white sheet, Or a slender waist and slender calves.

Yan Shu bit her lip and shook her head, as if trying to shake all these thoughts out of her mind: "No, no, I didn't think about anything."

Song Zhilin chuckled beside her, but said nothing.She pushed the shopping cart, picked up a box of yogurt from the freezer, checked the production date and put it in the car. Turning her head, Yan Shu was still standing beside her with her head down, seemingly thinking about something.

The lights in the supermarket are very bright, and standing next to the freezer can feel some air-conditioning, which makes people's legs feel slightly cold. Song Zhilin stretched out his hand to grab the people around him, and sighed softly: "It's so cold."

Yan Shu quickly held her hand and asked, "Is it cold? Where is it cold?"

Song Zhilin quickly pecked her ear: "Hands are a bit cold."

She let go of Yan Shu and continued to push the shopping cart forward. After Yan Shu realized it, he followed her closely, grabbed her wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Did you just want to kiss me?"

Song Zhilin was picking out vegetables with a plastic bag in her hand. Hearing this, she looked at her with a smile: "What do you think?"

"You are!" Yan Shu looked at her expression and became more certain in his heart, "You must not be cold!"

"How could it be?" Song Zhilin put the bag of vegetables into the shopping cart, shook her hand, and let her feel her own temperature, "I'm really cold."

Her fingertips were indeed cold. Yan Shu was frozen for a moment, and squeezed her hand again, wondering, "Why is it so cold?"

"Just got the yogurt."

The yogurt was placed in the freezer, and when I picked it out, I looked at it for a long time, and my hands became cold. Song Zhilin's body is not easy to warm up when her hands are cold, even if she doesn't feel cold, her hands are still cold to the touch.

Yan Shu silently put her hands into her pockets, pushed the shopping cart, and went with her to get an item.

A smile flashed in Song Zhilin's eyes, and he said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Shu was wearing a plush jacket, and the pockets were also fluffy. The soft fur surrounded her hands, which quickly warmed her hands. Song Zhilin wanted to take them out of her pockets, but unexpectedly, Yan Shu Shukong held it down with one hand.

Yan Shu swept a bunch of snacks into the shopping cart, and said fiercely to her, "Don't move."

"Don't move?"

Song Zhilin asked, the smile in her eyes deepened, Yan Shu clearly didn't want her to feel cold, but he still pretended not to care.She used to be like this, she obviously cared too much, but she wanted to pretend she didn't care, no matter what happened, at first she didn't understand, and she had misunderstood many times, she used to feel that Yan Shu didn't care about her, but when she understood After that, there was no chance for Yan Shu to care about her so awkwardly again.

Fortunately, there is still a chance now.Song Zhilin almost breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, fortunately they met again, and there was still a chance to make up.

Yan Shu didn't change at all, she held those snacks, her tone was still very impatient: "Don't move, who told you to move?"

Song Zhilin felt relieved, Yan Shu's tone made her feel as if time was going backwards, there was still a chance for everything, and their lives had just begun.

She gently pinched Yan Shu's hand, making her feel that her hand was no longer cold, and said with a smile, "How can I go shopping if I don't move?"

Yan Shu snorted: "Can't I buy it myself?"

Song Zhilin continued to push the shopping cart to pick out meat and fruit, and said as she walked, "If you knew, your refrigerator wouldn't be like this."

Yan Shu gave her a sideways look and stopped talking.

For a moment, she felt that what Song Zhilin said was not the same thing as what she said, but what they said was clearly the same thing. Yan Shu felt strange, but she didn't know where this subtle feeling came from.

Yan Shu looked at Song Zhilin's expression, she was smiling softly, putting her favorite food into the shopping cart one by one, she took good care of her life, even though they hadn't seen each other for so many years, now It's just getting back together, but Song Zhilin's movements are so natural that it seems that she has done these things ten thousand times.

Is she so proficient because she also thought of the scene where they met again in her dream?

Yan Shu stared at her blankly until Song Zhilin had picked out everything and asked her, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"No more," Yan Shu shook his head, threw away that subtle feeling, and took her hand, "Let's go back."

She wanted to go back more and more quickly, to go back to her small room, and lie down on the soft sofa with Song Zhilin, the lights would not be too bright, and there were boring programs on the TV, but she could get close to Song Zhilin Closer, elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder, if you want to kiss Song Zhilin, you just need to turn your head.

The distance between two people can be so close, as if there is no distance at all.

Song Zhilin was holding the shopping bag, sitting in the co-pilot, turned on the music station, and played her favorite song.

Yan Shu drove the car out of the underground garage. The road was empty. As expected, it began to rain lightly. It fell on the glass windows and was wiped clean by the wipers.

Yan Shu drove the car in the direction of home, thinking——

Is this the rain I want?