"Miss Song, the pie you made that day was particularly delicious. My mother also tried making it today. I'll give you some to try."
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a slender figure, fair face, elegant appearance, and good looks, looked at her with a hint of shyness on his face, and passed the bowl in his hand forward.
Those hands were white and tender, with slender fingers, they were the hands of a scholar, hands that had never done anything worldly.
Song Qiu had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't put it into words for the moment.
"Thank you, Aunt Dou." She reached out and took it, "I'll give you the bowl."
After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen to put away the bread, took out the empty bowl and handed it to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan answered, but stayed where he was. His expression was a little awkward, and his face turned redder. He opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking for a long time, nothing came out.
It was hard for Song Qiu to close the door when the person didn't leave, but she couldn't stand there for a long time without talking, could she?
He said, "I have to go in to eat. Mr. Fang, please come back."
After saying that, he turned around and went in.
"Miss Song!" Fang Yan shouted urgently.
Song Qiu turned his head and asked with eyes: Is there anything else?
"Well, I..."
"Aqiu!"
Two voices sounded one after another, and the sound in the back interrupted the sound in front, from far to near.
Song Qiu raised her eyes and saw Li Yang walking swiftly from the alley. She subconsciously smiled and said, "Brother Li Yang!"
As soon as Fang Yan plucked up the courage to say something, he was blocked.
He looked at Song Qiu's smiling face, and then followed her line of sight to see the young man striding towards her.
The young man was tall and mighty, full of masculinity, and there seemed to be a hint of murderous aura between his brows, which made people look at him with a sense of resignation.
Fang Yan subconsciously took a step back.
Li Yang saw a man talking to Song Qiu from afar. The man was tall and slender. When he got closer, he saw that the man was as fair and fair as a woman, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Ah Qiu likes those who look white. He has been fighting enemies on the battlefield for the past two months and has been exposed to wind, frost and sun, making him darker and rougher.
A strong sense of crisis came over him. He strode over in a few steps and walked to Song Qiu's side. He looked at the dialect opposite: "Aqiu, what is this?"
"This is the neighbor next door." Song Qiu responded, and then said: "You haven't eaten, have you? I just made a meal and made sweet and sour pork ribs. I'm waiting for you!"
Next door neighbor?
Li Yang subconsciously puffed up his chest. Well, he was standing next to Ah Qiu, and this kid was standing opposite.
They are all neighbors, which is different. He has watched Aqiu grow up together!
Hearing the last words again, Li Yang immediately grinned, "I haven't eaten, I haven't eaten! I just came back to eat! Did you make the sweet and sour pork ribs that I like? Oops! I'm craving it!"
"Let's go in! Let's go in and eat quickly!" He said, pulling Song Qiu towards the door.
Seeing him smiling like an idiot, Song Qiu felt a little funny inexplicably, and she felt a little relieved, so he pulled him in without hesitation.
"Miss Song..." Dialect shouted eagerly from behind.
Song Qiu turned around and said quickly, "Master Fang, please go back and eat quickly!"
Looking at Fang Yan's expression again, an idea flashed through her mind, and she suddenly understood where the strangeness just now came from.
She read a lot of campus romance novels in her previous life, and since adolescence, she has fantasized about having a fair, clean, gentle, tall, thin boyfriend. Later, she dated two of them, who were also of this type.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Later, when she got older and it was time to start a family, her family asked her to go on a blind date, and she subconsciously wanted to find someone of this type.
She thinks she just likes this type.
But when she saw Fang Yan, who was fair and elegant and tall and tall, she didn't feel any excitement at all.
This is what's weird.
But when she saw Li Yang, who was tall and tall with a masculine look, her heart started to throb.
She lowered her eyes and saw Li Yang's big hand unconsciously tugging her wrist in, but she didn't have the consciousness to pull his hand away.
Maybe it was because grandma always mentioned Li Yang intentionally or unintentionally, or because she was so familiar with Li Yang that she felt relaxed getting along with her, or maybe it was because of that Lantern Festival night.
In short, it seems that I feel something, and it gradually becomes different.
Song Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but it did not stop the feeling from growing and spreading.
Li Yang pulled Song Qiu into the house, and when he saw that Song Qiu didn't let go of his hand, he felt secretly happy. He turned around and glanced at Fang Yan provocatively, as if declaring his sovereignty.
This guy's eyes are full of clues. Does he like Aqiu?
A pretty boy, you want to steal Aqiu from him?
There are no doors! There are no windows either!
Fang Yan couldn't help but look disappointed as he watched the two people go in and the door slowly closed.
Who is that man?
Why do you call Miss Song by her given name so closely?
Still holding Miss Song's hand?
Miss Song is already engaged?
He went home lonely, and as soon as he entered the door, Mrs. Dou was looking at him from the door.
"I asked Axiang to deliver it, why did you take this job? Aren't you reading in the room?"
Fang Yan concealed his expression, "My eyes are sore and I just went out for a walk."
Mrs. Dou closed the door and walked inside, asking her son to follow her. After entering the house, she said: "I am your mother. I don't know what you are thinking?"
"I met Miss Song at the door yesterday. The way you looked at her was wrong."
"Mom, I know you heard what your father and I said, but you only listened to the front part, not the back part!
This Miss Song is good in all aspects, she is handsome and has a good temperament. I can't pick anyone else in Hairpin Hutong. I like her too and I want to make her my wife."
"But I inquired and found out that her parents are gone and both died of illness. Our family cannot marry this bereaved daughter."
"Don't think about it anymore. Mom has asked your aunt to look after you well. You can rest assured, will Mom still harm you?"
Dialect is sixteen this year, and after the Chinese New Year, Mr. Dou said that he would have sex with him this year. As a young man, Mu Ai, he was also dreaming about his future wife and looking forward to getting married.
Two days ago, he overheard his parents talking about Miss Song next door. He became interested and thought that this was the girl his parents were talking about, so he hid and watched.
He had seen Miss Song before yesterday.
Miss Song is petite and exquisite, with delicate and regular facial features and elegant temperament.
This is the girl he thinks of.
It's a pity that my mother didn't intend to tell him about Miss Song.
What a bereaved daughter.
He wanted to say that he didn't mind.
He just likes Miss Song like this.
But the words of the matchmaker were ordered by the parents.
Besides, Miss Song seems to be engaged.
He said somewhat dullly: "Miss Song is engaged."
When Mrs. Dou heard this, she didn't expect that at first she just thought Miss Song was good, but she didn't even ask her if she was engaged.
Fortunately, fortunately, she didn't plan it.
Otherwise, if they rashly invite someone to propose marriage, and they get engaged, and word spreads about this in the alley, their family will lose face, and it will also affect their son to look at other families.
Fortunately, we got engaged, so that my son wouldn't give up.
Young Mu Ai, it will be fine once you get over it.
Her expression softened, "Yan'er, don't worry, my mother will give you a better look."