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There is an unremarkable breakfast shop facing the street. The Chinese characters on the signboard are missing radicals, so few customers can read the name of the shop correctly.

But this does not prevent the surrounding residents from admiring it.

Hungry pedestrians crowded in the old wooden table and narrow space in the early morning, raising their arms from time to time to pay attention to the hands of their watches. Since the shutter door was opened and the waiter brought out the first cup of soy milk in a porcelain cup, the store was gradually overcrowded.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle, and those who didn't buy breakfast were reluctant to leave, and they were willing to give up until they couldn't make it in time to check in.

There is an office building not far from the next door. The green shade on both sides extends straight to the road. The plants stretch out their branches and leaves softly, trying to dispel the lack of sleep in the morning of human beings with fresh colors.

It's a pity that the people who dozed off were not in the mood to pay attention to the vegetation, so that the good intentions of the Municipal Garden Bureau had little effect.

"It's so sunny, I also want to have a parasol." Tong Ming vaguely heard a plant's rustling and complaining.

"How can you hate the sun?" Another voice began to condemn after absorbing the sun comfortably.

"Have you ever heard of shade-loving plants?" The previous voice retorted, "When I was a seed, there was a stepweed lying next to me. We made an appointment to hide in a stalactite cave together in the future."

"and then?"

"...Then I was planted here. Humans said that I am suitable here, and I will definitely like it."

"They are right. After all, you are a camphor tree."

"Why should I be defined by my individual habits? Humans always love to be self-righteous." The camphor tree protested like a rebellious teenager, swaying its branches and leaves, "I don't want to live in the sun at all, I'm about to melt."

"If you have the time to be self-willed, why not think about how to cultivate to become a demon." Joyful Plant sneered, "At that time, you can make a wish to the gods, praying that you can grow your legs and escape into the beauty cave in your dreams."

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Tong Ming was so annoyed by the boring chatter and chatter, but because Song Limian was within reach, it was inconvenient for Tong Ming to open his pupils to warn these little green plants, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

"It is said that being a monster can have many abilities!" Camphor Tree exclaimed excitedly, "Human beings can't dominate us at all!"

fart.

Tong Ming thought of himself who was spineless because of Song Limian's compromises, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

The two little green plants with completely opposite preferences sometimes confront tit for tat, sometimes reconcile, their spirits are so good, and finally, the early morning conversation stopped abruptly within a few minutes after the sun covered the clouds.

Tong Ming pursed her thin lips and rubbed her jawline with her knuckles before falling into a deep sleep.

In the breakfast shop, a few regular customers in suits and leather shoes rewarded their weak spleen and stomach as usual, and then complained to the leader while wiping their thinning hair, trying to pretend to be full to meet another round of work torture.

Song Limian always deliberately avoids the morning rush hour on weekdays, and rarely sees a long queue outside the store. When the car approaches a familiar parking space, he patiently waits for the red light for two and a half minutes, glances over Tong Ming's head at random, and suddenly change idea.

When the red light flashed, Song Limian stepped on the foot brake to slow down the car, and asked Tong Ming, who opened his eyes slowly, if he had breakfast.

Tong Ming looked dazed from sleep, his two eyelashes were still glued together, and they loosened naturally after blinking a few times, his slender white cheeks were cut into pink by the light, obviously not restrained, the self-conscious Tong Ming rubbed his face tiredly , answered "No" with a hoarse voice.

The long-term rhythmic bumping of the car and the drowsiness caused by the chaotic biological clock forced Tong Ming to lose his energy when going out. He shook his hand in his pocket twice. When he was young, he tilted his head and continued to sleep. Her hair was caressed by the wind.

Song Limian didn't want to deliberately wake Tong Ming up again, so he made a list on his own initiative. He parked the car and adjusted the height of the windows so that the air would be unobstructed without letting Tong Ming catch cold.

Afterwards, he unbuckled the seat belt, pulled the pillow from the back seat, and stuffed it into Tong Ming's arms.

Tong Ming seemed quite satisfied with the sudden soft temperature in his chest, he subconsciously embraced the soft star, raised his head and turned to the window, the curve of his neck was smooth and soft.

Song Limian did not turn off the engine, got out of the car and queued up to buy breakfast for Tong Ming.

Tong Ming woke up when the car door was lightly closed.

His two long legs, which had nowhere to rest, changed their orientation, curled up into an uncomfortable posture, and when Song Limian and the strange smell approached, he shrugged his nose and asked vaguely, "What do you eat?"

Song Limian just smiled and didn't respond. He handed the plastic bag to the other person's face like a dog and shook it. Tong Ming wrinkled his nose and woke up from the light yellow star in his arms.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of unclear mist, and Song Limian was too embarrassed to stare at each other for too long, so Song Limian easily stopped making trouble and handed him the bag.

Tong Ming took the food and thanked him slowly.

Tong Ming was too busy eating stuffing, and after eating a whole fresh meat bun, he still couldn't taste the meaning of the bun.

He thought it would be better to just stuff the meat and eat it.

"What about you?" Tong Ming chewed and asked.

"I'm not hungry." Affected by Tong Ming's rustling sound of eating, Song Limian almost forgot to turn on the turning lights, "I'm afraid I won't make it in time."

Tong Ming obviously disapproved of this reason.

After two more intersections, Song Limian compromised.

There were still two bean sprouts in the bag, and Song Limian remembered that Tong Ming didn't like vegetarian food, and most of the time his stomach was cat food—

He is so pitifully small that he starts to frown after taking two bites, like a child who is waiting for someone to coax him, and he doesn't know who raised him so delicately.

Song Limian nodded knowingly, realizing that Tong Ming couldn't digest it, so he reluctantly gave up his love, so he said considerately: "Give me the remaining half."

Tong Ming said "OK", and continued to rustle like a little hamster flipping through food.

An old English song was still paused on the car screen, Song Limian looked at the time and calculated the distance.

It's a pity that due to his extremely poor calculation ability, he couldn't calculate the result in time. The originally unimpeded props encountered a serious blockage due to a wrong turning choice.

"Di--" The disturbing sound of the siren poured into the eardrums from all directions, Song Limian had no choice but to stop the car, and turned around to see Tong Ming frowned prominently.

So Song Limian thoughtfully raised the window.

The enclosed space was instantly filled with the smell of steamed stuffed buns. Song Limian was rarely bothered, and he didn't tactfully stop the other party from eating. On the contrary and strangely, the tranquility of being crowded in the traffic with the windows closed made Song Limian quite comfortable .

Tong Ming gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, lowered his head and didn't focus his eyes. He was in a daze and didn't think about anything. Song Limian looked at him a few times, only to realize that he was afraid of being hot, and would occasionally "hiss" twice.

Song Limian didn't turn his head deliberately, but when he glanced at the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but get into the side of Tong Ming's delicate face.

The traffic jam continued. Song Limian sent a message to his old classmate to express his apology. Hearing that the other party hadn't woken up yet, Song Limian was even less anxious and asked the other party to wash up slowly.

The corners of Tong Ming's mouth were stained with oil, and the pale color was shiny, as if he was luring something to take the initiative to wipe off the stain. Song Limian turned his head and reminded him to throw the paper in the passenger storage box.

One-half of the sprout bag was killed, Tong Ming was obedient and natural, and soon handed over the pocket, opened the storage box obediently, and began to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Can't eat anymore?" Song Limian opened the bag, glanced at the two incomplete buns, and was startled.

The two originally white and fat buns were half eaten by the other party, and Song Limian miraculously had the dumbfounding feeling of being eaten by a small animal.

He asked a little funny: "The stuffing is the same, why do you want to eat it separately?"

Tong Ming didn't realize that his behavior was very similar to that of a child playing a prank, so he asked frankly, "Didn't you let me have half of it?"

"..." Song Limian couldn't give a reason for his rebuttal, so he had to make excuses and admit that his thinking was not rigorous.

"Eat now," Tong Ming urged, as the vehicle in front tended to move forward, and the brakes made the taillights flicker on and off, "It's time to have lunch later."

Song Limian stared at the bean sprouts package hesitantly, thinking that Tong Ming's teeth are good, the row of tooth marks that he bit out are very neat and exemplary.

Song Limian stared at it for a long time, always unable to let go of his awkwardness, and really wanted to turn around and chew on it.

——But he also took into account that Tong Ming would think too much, maybe he would think that Song Limian despised him.

Helpless, Song Limian had no choice but to settle for breakfast with most of the tooth marks left over.

If it was in the past, Song Limian would never be so hypocritical. He is not a child anymore, and he has no obsession with cleanliness. It doesn't matter who he drinks a bottle of water with when he is single.

The reason why he minded it must be because he has unspeakable little thoughts, just like green shoots under the stone slab, with just a little nectar, small tips will easily emerge.

However, Song Limian did not intend to show his hesitation.

After all, just the subconscious movement of throwing away Tong Ming's arm some time ago caused him to repent for half a month, and now his relationship with Tong Ming has finally thawed out, if he scares Tong Ming away just because of a bun, the loss outweighs the gain.

The wind and clouds settled the breakfast, and the traffic returned to normal.

Song Limian was still releasing the handbrake and putting it in gear, when the car behind started to honk its horn.

When I was young, a dark red car overtook from the left, and when Song Limian passed by, the late-stage road rage patient didn't even want to lower the window.

The strange prickly head scolded Song Limian like pouring beans: "Deaf? Are you asleep or playing with the car?"

The anti-peeping glass is very useful. The other party only vaguely saw the thin body sitting on the co-pilot when he first probed, so he made up a wretched plot as a matter of course.

"Awesome, the front seat can play! Do you want to lie on the curb next time?!" The owner of the car became more and more enthusiastic, and the people behind him also started to honk, and he continued as if he didn't hear Yelling, "Give me some appearance fees, and I will immediately contact the La La Land crew to back up your dancers."

Song Limian took a deep breath, silently stuffed the plastic bag into the garbage bag, he pressed the car window to go back, the smell of bean sprouts was swept away by the wind in an instant, Song Limian turned around coldly.

"..." This well-connected car owner in Los Angeles, who is as bullying as a "chug" machine gun, was taken aback by Song Limian's hard-to-hidden muscle texture covered under his long sleeves, and was gouged out by a knife Upside down.

The owner of the car felt as if his throat was being strangled, and he couldn't even make a sound. After a while, he stepped on the accelerator and started to flee.

Song Limian poked his head out, and before he could highlight the long-awaited retort without profanity, the weather turned out to be unsatisfactory, and he could only inhale a few mouthfuls of dirty and cheap exhaust.

Song Limian blew the cold wind depressedly, but he didn't wake up much.

The smell of buns that had lingered for a long time dissipated, however, the smell of sprouts buns related to Tong Ming still lingered between the teeth and did not disappear.

How come the more you live, the more you go back, Song Limian thought, it's just eating the same food, as for it?

After finally controlling the thirsty young man, Song Limian took a visual inspection for two seconds and realized that the car was approaching the first old classmate downstairs.

Perhaps sensing that Song Limian's atmosphere was not right, Tong Ming didn't make a sound for a long time, but kept rounding and flattening the star pillow.

There were so many vehicles in the city, and Song Limian couldn't spare his hands, so he asked Tong Ming to take the mobile phone from the bracket, and call the number of "Little Yellow Hat" from the nearest contact.

Tong Ming was not used to smartphones, so he pressed them very slowly, and his white knuckles hesitated a few times before poking the screen once.

Song Limian didn't urge him, and turned on the right turn light to park in the temporary parking space framed by the dotted line. Immediately afterwards, there was a hesitant "beep" sound from the receiver, and the volume was turned down, so it was not very clear.

Song Limian turned his head.

Tong Ming raised his right arm and waited seriously for the call to be connected. The gray and black mobile phone pressed his small right ear slightly red.

Due to the thin skin, the tendons on the inner side of his forearm stand out brightly, giving people an extremely fragile impression.

Song Limian stared at it for a long time, no longer entangled in sharing a share of breakfast, he was empty and thought drowsily, Tong Ming is really too thin.

If he can be fed, he will definitely look more beautiful.

The driver who promised to pick up the person could not wait for a long time, and the old classmate might not be able to help but go back to the cage, until the notification sound was cut off, and the other side did not choose to answer.

Song Limian saw Tong Ming hang his arms down, shrugged his shoulders, and stretched out his hand to get the phone. However, although his movements were cautious enough, so cautious that it was a bit deliberate, Tong Ming's skin couldn't help but cool his fingertips.

When he sat back in his seat, he seemed to still be able to smell the scent of Tong Ming's shower gel, this time it wasn't milk, it seemed to be strawberry.

Song Limian subdued his regretful aftertaste, moistened his throat with saliva, and chose to redial.

The "beep—" sound was repeated several times, but there was still no response from the other side.

Perhaps Tong Ming was bored, and suddenly asked with a vague tone of concern, "I don't quite understand what that person said, but he was talking about... playing with car shocks?"

Starting from his fourth-to-last word, the "little yellow hat" on the opposite side seized the opportunity and miraculously connected the phone.

beep--

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