more than admiration

Jiang Xing didn't wear the standard outfit today. He wore a T-shirt loosely on his upper body, and light blue jeans on his lower body. The thick trouser legs covered his legs.For a moment, Xie Yu thought he was back when he was a child.

"Okay."

Hearing the answer, Jiang Xing opened his eyes unexpectedly, and suddenly felt that his expression was a bit too much, so he quickly regained his composure and said, "Let's go."

The dilapidated yard is full of bottles and jars that Aunt Jiang usually picks up, and Aunt Jiang is still the same.When I was young, I came to play with Jiang Xing. If Jiang Xing was busy, he would fetch a large basin of water, pick out a few beautiful bottles, wash them and put them in the water. Xie Yu could play for a day by himself.

There are three rooms in total, one for Aunt Jiang Xingjiang, and the living room in the middle. The tiles on the outer wall have become yellow and old, and the part next to the ground is splashed with mud.Jiang Xing opened the door, put the bag on the table and turned on the electric fan, and said to Xie Yu behind him, "Sit whatever you want."

Xie Yu sat on the chair opposite the table, watching Jiang Xing busy with the kitchen utensils in the corner, and after a while, the aroma of sesame oil wafted away.

Jiang Xing put two bowls of noodles on the table and said, "Do you want some?"

Xie Yu pulled a bowl in front of him, thin dragon beard noodles, green onion floating on the light soup, fragrant, stirring the noodles, a hidden white and tender poached egg floated on the surface.Jiang Xing is very good at cooking noodles. This is what Xie Yu likes most about Jiang Xing, because this has nothing to do with Jiang Xing's temperament. She is angry and often fights with the children nearby. The difference is that she makes noodles meticulously and patiently. Sometimes she secretly wonders if Jiang Xing has a schizophrenia when making noodles.

"When you were young, you often came to my house to eat. Your mother was not at home and neither was my mother. I could always see you squatting at the door of my house after school at noon, waiting for me to cook for you." Jiang Xing opened the beer bottle and drank Then he continued, "Now it seems that your mother is so fucking stingy, how many meals you let you little white-eyed wolf spend at my house."

Xie Yu looked up at Jiang Xing and continued to eat noodles.

Jiang Xing touched the water drops on the wine bottle, looked at Xie Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, oh, Xiao Yu."

"What's the matter?" Xie Yu took a bite of the poached egg, half-cooked, soft-boiled. When Jiang Xing cooked noodles when he was a child, Xie Yu yelled that he must have a soft-boiled egg.After chomping down on the eggs, I drank the soup, probably too hungry today.

Putting down the bowl, he found that Jiang Xing's noodles hadn't touched at all, and there was no egg in the noodles.It has always been like this, Jiang Xing ate all the eggs that Aunt Jiang bought for Jiang Xing for himself.Once, Jiang Xing only boiled one egg again, Xie Yu lost his temper and ran back to his home hungry for a whole noon without eating. After that, Jiang Xing hid the poached egg in the noodles.

Jiang Xing lit a cigarette, saw Xie Yu staring at his bowl, and smiled jokingly.

Embarrassed, Xie Yu withdrew his gaze.Q: "Why did you cut your hair?"

Jiang Xing exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled and said, "Hehe, let's cool down." After he finished speaking, he paused, "Xie Yu, you are so patient, what does it have to do with the big wave?"

Xie Yu turned his head and replied, "What does it matter?"

"Don't fucking pretend like me." Jiang Xing sat looking at Xie Yu, "Don't follow me, just be your good girl."

"I didn't learn from you."

Jiang Xing looked at the little head with his head down on the opposite side and said, "Turn back if you can, this road is too difficult."

"I can't."

"you can."

"No."

"Tsk, you're against me, aren't you!"