planted in her hands

What Jiang Linyan said is correct, if Meng Qingyao is a straight girl, then my behavior is meaningless, but life is long, if everything is meaningful, is it really meaningful?

I don't think so.

And if you have to emphasize this point, it has been written in the lyrics, making yourself happy is the meaning. As long as I see Yu Wenshan's angry face because I appeared in front of Meng Qingyao, I will feel very sad. Significant.

Because I am sure to be happy.

With this in mind, I woke up at nine o’clock on Monday morning. If I were other ordinary migrant workers, I would definitely be sitting in the office at this point, but I didn’t arrive until 10:30, and Luoshui Community is far from Wicker Lane. It's only less than two kilometers away, and it takes a few minutes to ride a bicycle, and it doesn't take much time to walk.

I slept here last night, and the items are about the same. I bought the rest online. I checked the express delivery, and only two or three have been delivered, and there are still others waiting.

There are a lot of breakfast shops near the community. I took a look when I ran a few times yesterday.

At [-]:[-], I went out and came to a noodle shop opposite the community.

The store is small, but it is clean. There are only three or four customers at this spot, and the boss is not busy at all. After making me a bowl of noodles, he is still sitting at the door and using Douyin.

This place is located in the suburbs, but the smell of fireworks is very strong, and the rhythm is very slow, which makes me think it is very suitable for retirement here. I don’t know if my parents thought about this when they bought the house here.

Just after eating and paying the bill, a new WeChat message popped up on the phone.

I wiped my mouth and opened it.

It's from a group created by Fang Suyue. The name of this group is very simple. It's called "We three see how charming Qingshan is."

Now Fang Suyue said in the group: [Xiao Chi, are you coming in from the left or the right? 】

Me: 【Based on the front facing the door? 】

Fang Suyue: [Yes, yes, yes. 】

Fang Suyue: [If you come from the left, please bring me a copy of Li Ji Rice Noodles, I am really too lazy to leave. 】

I vaguely remember this store.

Fang Suyue is the owner of the shop, I don't know what he is, but she seems to be easy to get along with, so I agreed without thinking: 【Okay. 】

I asked again: 【Do you need to bring a copy for Sister Qing Yao? 】

It was Fang Suyue who answered me: [No, she has already secretly mixed lotus root starch, walnut kernels, raisins, sesame seeds and a lot of ingredients for herself, and she has already eaten it. 】

Meng Qingyao: [? 】

I looked at the question mark and already imagined her puzzled expression.

【OK. 】

It was still early, and I didn't even bother to ride a shared bicycle. After turning two corners, I saw the Liji rice noodle that Fang Suyue mentioned.

I had no choice but to smile: "From now on, I will be a familiar face."

It was 5 minutes before 10:30, and I arrived at "Jianqingshan" with a takeaway bowl of instant noodles and rice noodles, and the store was already open.

Meng Qingyao was sitting in the store, she raised her eyes and nodded, as if to greet me.

I called out to her: "Sister Qingyao."

"Huh?" She looked up again.

I asked, "Where's the boss?"

"Upstairs." She paused, "Just call her at the stairs."

"Ok."

I shouted, "Boss—"

After calling Fang Suyue, she appeared at the stairs. She still held a cattail fan and went downstairs while fanning: "Here we come."

She put the bag in her hand, thanked Meng Qingyao with a smile, and then looked at Meng Qingyao: "Qingyao, you have to take Xiaochi."

My eyes fell on Meng Qingyao's face, her long eyelashes slapped: "I know."

Fang Suyue patted my shoulder and went upstairs with the rice noodle.

On the first floor, only me and Meng Qingyao were left.

As for Meng Qingyao, I'm still not sure about her character and temper, and I don't know how to start, but I'm already a colleague with her, and I have plenty of time.

"Let's go." Meng Qingyao got up, and she put her "kitchen knife" into her trouser pocket, and I was stunned to see it.

She is wearing a simple T-shirt and beach shorts today, and another pair of slippers with a deer pattern on her feet.

She looks like she's on vacation at the beach.

I don't know where she's taking me, but just follow her and we'll go right after the store.

I almost already know the schedule of this alley. Everyone opens around ten o'clock to eleven o'clock. If you come too early, you won't see anything.

The old lady on the opposite side also came out today. Meng Qingyao walked over and communicated with the old lady in sign language.

After a while, Meng Qingyao turned her head and said to me: "I introduced you to her."

Without thinking about it, I made a heart shape with gestures and put it on my heart, and smiled at the old grandma.

In a blink of an eye, Meng Qingyao's smile hadn't faded away, her eyes curled up, looking like a very sweet crescent moon.

I know what she's laughing at.

I helplessly explained: "I only know this, and I also have a full set of "Grateful Heart"."

"Are you post-00s still learning?" She collected her expression, walked to the side again, and asked me.

I responded: "The classics will last forever."

I asked back: "Sister Qingyao, have you ever performed on stage before?"

Meng Qingyao glanced at me, she looked a little cold when she was expressionless, maybe because her eyebrows and eyes were a little aggressive, not so gentle.

She shook her head: "No."

The atmosphere cooled down a bit. I looked at the shadow who was walking with her on the ground, thinking about what kind of topic I should bring up, but I didn't need to think about it anymore, because we had already arrived at our destination.

This is a fruit shop.

The name of the store is peculiar, it is called "the only fruit shop in Wicker Lane", which is straightforward.

Is it really the only one?

Although I never noticed it.

The shop owner is a slightly fat woman, when she saw Meng Qingyao appearing, she came over with a smile: "Xiao Meng, here you come."

"Sister Dai." Meng Qingyao pointed at me again, "This is a new employee in our shop, just call her Xiaochi, from now on it's either me or her."

"Okay." Sister Dai laughed, "Xiao Chi looks really fresh, is she missing someone? Sis..."

I refused all the way, before I could speak, Meng Qingyao said beside me: "She is young, Miss Dai."

No no, this is the third time she said that I am too young.

Is she much older than me?

As soon as Sister Dai heard this, she didn't continue to make trouble with me: "Okay, okay, I understand, let's forget it when I'm young."

Meng Qingyao picked out a few oranges, lemons and peaches, and quickly settled the bill, and I came to walk beside her with the bag.

I feel like I'm a little like her little sidekick.

She also seemed to think so: "I used to think I could do it alone, but now I think it's good to have you here."

I wrinkled my nose: "Sister Qingsha."

I emphasize again: "I am 23 years old."

"Well, very small." She said calmly.

I stopped and felt that the bag I was carrying was very heavy at this moment. She took a step forward and realized that I hadn't followed. She turned around and looked at me: "What's wrong?"

I clenched the handle tightly: "23 years old, an adult." I said, "I can do anything."

She looked at me, nodded her head lightly, and called my name again: "Chi Du."

I pursed my lips and didn't answer her.

So angry.

If you really think that I am a child all the time, then what else do I have to do?

She looked hesitant, and her tone was uncertain: "You..." She paused for half a second, "Are you blaming me for blocking Sister Dai from wanting to introduce someone to you just now?"

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So angry, why are there so few comments... qaq