I also want to pull wool today

The most common one in supermarkets is the color matching of scrambled eggs with tomatoes coming down from the ceiling - the vegetable price tag.

Cucumbers were blooming, and pumpkins were lined up on the next shelf.

"Ah Cha, what do you think of the white radish stew this week?" Bai Jin pulled the shopping cart like a housewife.His father is on business trips all year round, and he is used to taking care of himself, as well as his younger brother.

"Duck soup? All good."

On the white tea surface, he was watching his brother pick vegetables, but he actually knew that the two behind him were talking.He still couldn't hear what he said, but from the tone of Lin Zicheng's voice, it seemed that there was a dispute.

Song Nan's voice was low, and the secrets were beyond reach.

Tsk, these two people really don't know each other.

Baicha looked at Lin Zicheng and had a single thought: "Cucumbers and pumpkins are not as good as your melons."

He weighed a pumpkin and put it in a basket in the supermarket.

Song Nan was an adult after all, so he probably didn't have any bad emotions, it seemed that it was just Lin Zicheng's unilateral displeasure.

Tsk, childish ghost.

Here Lin Zicheng only felt tired.

Song Nan said: "What are you? Stalking or illegitimate child?"

It hit his heart.His face darkened, and he let go of the shopping cart: "I'm really too lazy to talk to you." He consciously moved away from Song Nan, and looked over to see the distance between the two groups of people getting farther and farther.

Lin Zicheng stood behind him and said softly, "Old Bai, wait for me."

"Hurry up." With a potato in his left hand and a bag of bread in his right, Baicha responded lightly, turning around and waiting for him to come.

Plan to wait for these few seconds.

When Lin Zicheng walked over, he got stuck and stepped on the rhythm—beating the background sound of "Drunken Butterfly" from the supermarket to catch up with the trend.

Baicha sighed: "What's the matter with the butterfly?" After he had finished speaking, he felt that Lin Zicheng was flying like a moth.

The person who came shook his head: "No, staying next to the grown-ups makes me panic."

"Oh?" When the person was in front of him, Baicha turned around without pausing, and continued to follow his brother: "Then you stay by yourself, I'm also terrified when I'm next to you."

"Don't! I can be a tool man!" Hua Die chased after him, took a few bags of things, turned around and walked backwards, and gave Song Nan who was pushing the cart behind him a quiet look.

"Lin Zicheng, walk backwards, you will be responsible if you fall."

"Oh, then I won't go backwards, just take care of me."

Song Nan didn't want to argue with the child, let alone he was different.

He looked over the two children, and when he saw Bai Jin's back, he wanted to laugh. The handsome boy in high school can be regarded as polished and became a husband.

That's fine, pour the bitter water on me, the Song family's kitchen is quite empty.

By turning his head, Bai Jin knew who was looking at him. He pushed his glasses to focus, and simply complained: "Mr. Song, why don't you push a kid's snack cart? Come here and help, hurry up."

"Okay—Mr. Bai, I'm here." Song Nan pushed the cart to his side: "By the way, do you want to change the apron? The pink one on the shelf is very good."

No, Bai Jin smacked his lips in disgust: "Tsk, go away."

——Half a year ago, A Street Psychological Clinic

One hand stretched into the fish tank, the fish followed the water, and the water swirled around him, Lin Zicheng looked at the things in the tank indifferently.