deep sleep

It rained heavily in Yangcheng for two consecutive days, and the water level of Yangjiang was approaching the warning line.People in Yangjiang lined up in the morning with umbrellas and waited to eat duck blood soup with pot stickers. Simiao held up her mobile phone in the line and didn't know who to wink and squeeze happily.Edamame held up an umbrella on her feet.

This time she ignored the greasy sideburn scholar who was thousands of miles away.The last time the scholar was kicked out and hung up on her online.

Simiao is a character who swallows his anger?I found all the big and small numbers of the scholar and hung them up together. As a result, I really attracted several sisters who were in the same situation.

After the momentum of public opinion reversed, Simiao ignored it, because she chatted with the "Wanhe Song" who was connected with the same disease.Hearing the name made me feel bookish, Simiao asked her why she was called this name?

The other party's voice was clear, "The Shu monk hugged Lu Qi and went west to Emei Peak. When he waved his hand for me, it was like listening to pine trees in thousands of valleys." This is probably a man of culture.

The two people Simiao liked were both bookish and cultural people.

Finally, when it came time to take photos, Simiao took out the shape she had been in front of the mirror for more than ten minutes, and her eye shadow and lipstick were particularly strong under the lamp.

The rain dripped onto the phone along the umbrella. Seeing that Maodou was in a daze, she made a "tsk" sound and was about to take the umbrella and hit it by herself.

"Let me fight for you, let Maodou do it by himself." Meng Xiaodie's voice was cooler than the rain.She was wearing a laundry overall with long sleeves and trousers, and an astonishingly large black umbrella covered Simiao's head.

"Aunt Meng!" Maodou was excited.

"Are you also coming here for breakfast?" Meng Yidie heard from colleagues that the duck blood soup is the only breakfast in Yangcheng, because there are so many people queuing up.She has been hesitating.

Catch up with the rainy day today, she thought that there would be fewer people, but in the end she had to queue up.Originally, she was in front of Simiao and the others, but by chance she turned her head and saw that Maodou was struggling to open the umbrella, so she turned to the back to help them.

The rain slammed heavily on the heavy umbrella steps, Meng Xiaodie and Maodou exchanged glances, and Wanhesong on the mobile phone sent a photo with ancient pixels after a long time.

After zooming in and identifying it, Simiao preliminarily determined that this photo belonged to 20 years ago.

Wanhesong has a youthful temperament, leaving this barely delicate photo in front of the university in a daze.

"How old are you?" Simiao, who could no longer get wet from the rain, hurriedly asked Wanhesong.

"Does age matter?" The other party asked back.

forget about it.Simiao feels that the first element of communication is honesty.A group of women has been reduced to the point where they can't squeeze out a few words to speak, and it's so boring to hide.If the conditions are suitable, go deep, if not, you can be friends.

Simiao's attention was drawn back to reality.Meng Xiaodie beside her used perfume, and a pleasant woody fragrance mixed with sandalwood came faintly.Holding an umbrella, she calmly moved forward with the line, not affected by the irritability and complaints of the people in line.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail today, and it fell down to her shoulders long.The peach blossom eyes are like a mirror reflecting the small duck blood pot sticker shop, and the two small apple muscles are squeezed out because of the smile, but they are still hanging on it naturally.She looked down at Simiao, "What's wrong?" Then she looked at the umbrella, "Did you get wet?"

"No." Only then did Simiao notice that she was also wearing light makeup, and her lips were watermelon red.Others use it to color like a zombie, but she uses it like a natural one.

Her work clothes are also brand new, unlike other colleagues in the store who are always stained.

The right wrist is white and strong, and a small wrist bone protrudes lightly, which does not make her look too thin, but also has a beautiful skinny feel.

This is called Laoshizi Wanhe Pine.Qinghui's beauty is reflected in the water, and she doesn't have the evil spirit of self-pity.

Well, I had an unpleasant chat with the Wanhe pine on the Internet today on a rainy day, but I found a tree beside me.

Simiao enthusiastically recommended to Meng Xiaodie, "Duck liver must be added."

"Okay." Meng Xiaodie smiled and nodded.

"Add mustard mustard if you have a heavy appetite." Simiao made the second priority.

"Alright." Meng Xiaodie continued to nod.

The three of them finally lined up and packed four potstickers and three vermicelli.Because there are too many diners.

Meng Xiaodie insisted on paying everything, and then held the umbrella with her left hand and said, "Let's go."

Maodou's green rain boots were wading in front of him, and Simiao stood side by side with Meng Xiaodie, who was painted watermelon red.

It wasn't until she reached the door of the store that she realized, "I should pick up the food."

"It's okay." Meng Xiaodie glanced at the unopened car wash shop, and happened to invite Simiao, "Come to my shop and finish eating."

After hesitating, she agreed.

It's only less than 07:30 now.Si Miao sat behind the computer desk, stepping on the boss chair with one leg crossed.Meng Xiaodie and Maodou were sitting on the sofa, she was sitting gracefully, unlike the usual old aunts who covered their entire buttocks, but half of them.The back is always straight.

"Are you dancing?" After taking a sip of soup, Simiao asked her, and by the way, put down that leg and changed it to Erlang's leg.

"I have learned some ballet." Meng Xiaodie replied.

No wonder.Simiao didn't continue with this question, the two adults in the room ate quietly, Maodou's bloody mouth had already swallowed the first potsticker, and she opened the second box.

Meng Xiaodie was used to the amount of Maodou, so she approached her with frowned eyebrows, "Is it enough? I still have some here."

Edamame said enough was enough, but she could still eat more.

Meng Xiaodie used Maodou's chopsticks to pick up a few of her own pot stickers for her, then looked up at Simiao, "Children, the consumption is actually quite large."

can not?Every now and then, she would drive out with Maodou, shoot some electric gun today, shoot basketball tomorrow, and play on the trampoline the day after tomorrow.Every time Maodou came back in a sweaty state, he would call "Aunt Meng" excitedly at night while sleeping and dreaming.

"It's a pity that it's raining these days. Maodou said Yangshan is suitable for picnics. I'm on vacation on Sunday and I'm planning to go there for a walk." Meng Xiaodie held up a plastic bowl to drink soup, as if she was holding high-end tableware.

"It will stop on Sunday, the weather forecast said." Simiao said.

Edamame has already clapped her hands.

Sure enough, Meng Xiaodie came to invite, "Can I take Maodou?" Simiao was startled, and subconsciously said, "No."

"Can you come along too? It's very convenient for me to drive." Meng Xiaodie thought she was worried.

"I said, no!" Simiao patted her chopsticks, "You can't understand people's language, right?"

There was silence for a while, "I see, I'm sorry to disturb you." Meng Xiaodie put away the tableware and went out.

Maodou pouted apologetically, wanted to cry but didn't.

Simiao chased her out, "Wait a minute."

Meng Xiaodie turned her head and saw that she was drenched in the rain, so she moved her umbrella forward to block the rain.

"It's not me. Making trouble for no reason, Yangshan is the place where Maodou's parents had a car accident. Although she was only four years old at that time, I was afraid..." Simiao sighed, "I was too domineering just now, and you I don't know the reason, I shouldn't be angry with you."

Meng Xiaodie already understood, "It's okay, her parents... are gone?"

"Yeah." Simiao glanced at the store, "This child has a hard life, and his parents are both high-achieving students. As a result, he was reduced to living with my scumbag aunt."

Meng Xiaodie pursed her lips and said nothing. After a while, "Aside from Yangshan, where else can I have a picnic? Can I invite you to join Maodou?"

Seeing this serious bookish face, Simiao blushed, "Er... look, let's see. I have work on weekend afternoons."

Meng Xiaodie nodded, "I will make an appointment on Saturday."