For those who are not moved, Qingzhi can be calm and restrained.
But for the person she likes, it is indeed difficult for her to reach the level of being calm and uninterrupted.
She is not a saint, she is just an ordinary young woman with zero formal love experience.
She followed Jiang Mianzhong a little distance.
In order to take care of her, Jiang Mianzhong slowed down his pace and walked very slowly, and Qingzhi gradually followed his pace.
There is a subway station not far from the entrance of the community. Half of the road is surrounded by construction equipment. The double-sided road is temporarily changed to a one-sided road, and the road conditions are extremely complicated.
As the get off work point approaches, vehicles are flowing continuously and the road is narrow.
Qingzhi observed left and right, poked her feet out, but was stopped by Jiang Mianzhong.
Qingzhi looked at him.
Jiang Mianzhong was tall and could see far. He looked at the road blocked by obstacles in the distance: Wait, there was a car behind the scene there.
Qingzhi did not move obediently.
After a while, Jiang Mianzhong stood on the side of the arrival of the bus and left first.
Keep up.He said, then reached out and made a move to stop the car, signaling the pedestrians to cross the road. Qingzhi followed him and crossed the road quickly.
Qingzhi bit his lips, looked at his back as he walked into the vegetable market, and remembered his childhood again.
When I was a child, my father was Jiang Mianzhong's class teacher. Jiang Mianzhong was the class monitor of my father's class. My parents and Jiang's father, Aunt Yang, were old friends again. They lived on the same floor in the same building and floor in their hometown.
The second primary school and the secondary high school are only separated by two roads. Sometimes, on Fridays, my parents will ask Jiang Mianzhong to pick him up at the second primary school, and the two will go back to grandma's house together.
At that time, Jiang Mianzhong, who was one head taller, led her across the road like this.
The green branch is a little dazed.
She followed Jiang Mianzhong into the vegetable market.
Jiang Mianzhong stopped in front of a stall and was choosing green peppers and ginger and garlic.
He is skillful and straightforward, and does not choose.
Just take it if you like it, pay it directly, and don’t ask the price.
After buying the side dishes, he continued to walk in, Qingzhi followed, and went to the fish market with him to buy fish.
He picked a boneless fish, paid, and asked the boss to remove the scales and scatter the belly, and cut it into thin slices.
He stepped on the street with a fishy smell, walked into a poultry shop run by an acquaintance deep in the alley, bought an old hen, and killed it and cleaned it on the spot.
He cleared the vegetables, fruits, chicken, fish, hot pot ingredients, etc. and bought them all, and the basket was heavy.
Qingzhi stepped forward and spoke: Brother Mianzhong, let me carry the chicken and fish.
Jiang Mianzhong glanced at her white skirt, no need.
He held the basket in his left hand and several heavy bags in his right hand. The veins on both arms were bulging, but his face looked relaxed and his pace was as slow as ever.
He mentioned so much and didn't take anything. Will it be useless if he didn't come?How could Qingzhi be so embarrassed? And he didn't help him with picking vegetables just now.
Qingzhi refused and wanted to share the burden for him: share some things for me and let me carry them.
Seeing her insistence, Jiang Mianzhong stopped, put down the bag in his hand, and handed her the clean bag containing fruits and vegetables in the basket.
Qingzhi then held up the fruits and vegetables with one hand and walked briskly beside him.
In the evening, the three of the Jiang family and the Fu family sat together for dinner. Qingzhi sat between Aunt Yang and Grandma, and Aunt Yang kept picking food for her.
The chicken legs are nutritious.Aunt Yang stood up and picked a big chicken leg from the stew pot and put it into the green branch bowl. Qingzhi looked at the chicken leg that was bigger than the bowl, and nodded in great pressure. Then he heard Aunt Yang say, Eat more vegetables and drink a bowl of soup later. Is it too hard for you to teach? It seems that your face is getting thinner and thinner.
Jiang Mianzhong sat directly opposite Qingzhi. The two of them had their eyes intersected from time to time. The other party had pure eyes, but Qingzhi was in a state of uneasy.
She was embarrassed to chew on the chicken legs, and then heard Aunt Yang’s old story again: Zhizhi Ah, did you really go on a blind date today?
Qingzhi paused, feeling the gaze on the other side fell on her face. Her face suddenly turned red, she nodded and said um.
What kind of work does the other party do?
Qingzhi replied obediently: It’s about pharmaceutical research and development.
Aunt Yang said: Isn’t that your brother Mian Zhong’s colleague Ah?
Qingzhi nodded, thinking that she was in a company, but later she thought that she and Meng Jiefu were just having a preliminary blind date, and they had not even spoken a word yet, so it would be better not to say too much, so it would be embarrassing if they were not together at the same time.
Fortunately, Aunt Yang didn't continue asking.
We grew up in the blink of an eye.She sighed and then said, "I'm wondering why, you're about to find a partner, Aunt Yang feels uncomfortable. Alas, I don't know why."
Grandma Fu spoke on the side: Yang Ling, don’t worry, when she becomes stable, she will bring people here. Let’s take a look together and talk about what’s going on after passing the test.
That's the best.Aunt Yang shook Qingzhi's wrist and instructed, Zhizhi, girls must protect themselves and cherish themselves when they are outside, especially if you are still so beautiful and excellent, do you know?
Seeing this, Dad Jiang put down his bowls and chopsticks and said to his wife seriously, Yang Ling, just eat, why do you say so much?It is a happy event to find a partner in Qingzhi, so why do you make you sad?What's the point!
Aunt Yang pouted and glanced at the son next to her, and was a little angry: Zhizhi is young, we are five years old, Zhizhi is looking for a partner, look at your son, you are still alone, I look forward to the stars and the moon, but he is still alone, do you think I am anxious?
Dad Jiang shut up.
He is indeed anxious.
But his son is all about work, and he is not in a hurry. No matter how anxious his parents are, it is useless!
Qingzhi felt panic when she heard this, uh, why did she touch Brother Mian Zhong?
She raised her head and saw Jiang Mianzhong continue to eat calmly, looking neither sad nor happy.
Seeing that his son was always like this, Aunt Yang felt more and more aggrieved, but she did not dare to do it.
Jiang Mianzhong quietly finished his last bite of rice, stood up with the bowls and chopsticks, and whispered: Grandma Fu, parents, Qingzhi, I have finished it, and I still have some work matters to deal with. You can eat it slowly.
After saying that, he walked into the kitchen and put down his bowls and chopsticks and went back to his room.
Work, work, why don’t he get married and have children?Yang Ling complained softly, she was stuffy in her throat, and she was simply dissatisfied with everything.
The surroundings were silent, and no one dared to rush to the volcano. Yang Ling reached out his hand in depressedly and took the white wine in front of her husband and drank it all in one go.
This day passed like this.
But for the person she likes, it is indeed difficult for her to reach the level of being calm and uninterrupted.
She is not a saint, she is just an ordinary young woman with zero formal love experience.
She followed Jiang Mianzhong a little distance.
In order to take care of her, Jiang Mianzhong slowed down his pace and walked very slowly, and Qingzhi gradually followed his pace.
There is a subway station not far from the entrance of the community. Half of the road is surrounded by construction equipment. The double-sided road is temporarily changed to a one-sided road, and the road conditions are extremely complicated.
As the get off work point approaches, vehicles are flowing continuously and the road is narrow.
Qingzhi observed left and right, poked her feet out, but was stopped by Jiang Mianzhong.
Qingzhi looked at him.
Jiang Mianzhong was tall and could see far. He looked at the road blocked by obstacles in the distance: Wait, there was a car behind the scene there.
Qingzhi did not move obediently.
After a while, Jiang Mianzhong stood on the side of the arrival of the bus and left first.
Keep up.He said, then reached out and made a move to stop the car, signaling the pedestrians to cross the road. Qingzhi followed him and crossed the road quickly.
Qingzhi bit his lips, looked at his back as he walked into the vegetable market, and remembered his childhood again.
When I was a child, my father was Jiang Mianzhong's class teacher. Jiang Mianzhong was the class monitor of my father's class. My parents and Jiang's father, Aunt Yang, were old friends again. They lived on the same floor in the same building and floor in their hometown.
The second primary school and the secondary high school are only separated by two roads. Sometimes, on Fridays, my parents will ask Jiang Mianzhong to pick him up at the second primary school, and the two will go back to grandma's house together.
At that time, Jiang Mianzhong, who was one head taller, led her across the road like this.
The green branch is a little dazed.
She followed Jiang Mianzhong into the vegetable market.
Jiang Mianzhong stopped in front of a stall and was choosing green peppers and ginger and garlic.
He is skillful and straightforward, and does not choose.
Just take it if you like it, pay it directly, and don’t ask the price.
After buying the side dishes, he continued to walk in, Qingzhi followed, and went to the fish market with him to buy fish.
He picked a boneless fish, paid, and asked the boss to remove the scales and scatter the belly, and cut it into thin slices.
He stepped on the street with a fishy smell, walked into a poultry shop run by an acquaintance deep in the alley, bought an old hen, and killed it and cleaned it on the spot.
He cleared the vegetables, fruits, chicken, fish, hot pot ingredients, etc. and bought them all, and the basket was heavy.
Qingzhi stepped forward and spoke: Brother Mianzhong, let me carry the chicken and fish.
Jiang Mianzhong glanced at her white skirt, no need.
He held the basket in his left hand and several heavy bags in his right hand. The veins on both arms were bulging, but his face looked relaxed and his pace was as slow as ever.
He mentioned so much and didn't take anything. Will it be useless if he didn't come?How could Qingzhi be so embarrassed? And he didn't help him with picking vegetables just now.
Qingzhi refused and wanted to share the burden for him: share some things for me and let me carry them.
Seeing her insistence, Jiang Mianzhong stopped, put down the bag in his hand, and handed her the clean bag containing fruits and vegetables in the basket.
Qingzhi then held up the fruits and vegetables with one hand and walked briskly beside him.
In the evening, the three of the Jiang family and the Fu family sat together for dinner. Qingzhi sat between Aunt Yang and Grandma, and Aunt Yang kept picking food for her.
The chicken legs are nutritious.Aunt Yang stood up and picked a big chicken leg from the stew pot and put it into the green branch bowl. Qingzhi looked at the chicken leg that was bigger than the bowl, and nodded in great pressure. Then he heard Aunt Yang say, Eat more vegetables and drink a bowl of soup later. Is it too hard for you to teach? It seems that your face is getting thinner and thinner.
Jiang Mianzhong sat directly opposite Qingzhi. The two of them had their eyes intersected from time to time. The other party had pure eyes, but Qingzhi was in a state of uneasy.
She was embarrassed to chew on the chicken legs, and then heard Aunt Yang’s old story again: Zhizhi Ah, did you really go on a blind date today?
Qingzhi paused, feeling the gaze on the other side fell on her face. Her face suddenly turned red, she nodded and said um.
What kind of work does the other party do?
Qingzhi replied obediently: It’s about pharmaceutical research and development.
Aunt Yang said: Isn’t that your brother Mian Zhong’s colleague Ah?
Qingzhi nodded, thinking that she was in a company, but later she thought that she and Meng Jiefu were just having a preliminary blind date, and they had not even spoken a word yet, so it would be better not to say too much, so it would be embarrassing if they were not together at the same time.
Fortunately, Aunt Yang didn't continue asking.
We grew up in the blink of an eye.She sighed and then said, "I'm wondering why, you're about to find a partner, Aunt Yang feels uncomfortable. Alas, I don't know why."
Grandma Fu spoke on the side: Yang Ling, don’t worry, when she becomes stable, she will bring people here. Let’s take a look together and talk about what’s going on after passing the test.
That's the best.Aunt Yang shook Qingzhi's wrist and instructed, Zhizhi, girls must protect themselves and cherish themselves when they are outside, especially if you are still so beautiful and excellent, do you know?
Seeing this, Dad Jiang put down his bowls and chopsticks and said to his wife seriously, Yang Ling, just eat, why do you say so much?It is a happy event to find a partner in Qingzhi, so why do you make you sad?What's the point!
Aunt Yang pouted and glanced at the son next to her, and was a little angry: Zhizhi is young, we are five years old, Zhizhi is looking for a partner, look at your son, you are still alone, I look forward to the stars and the moon, but he is still alone, do you think I am anxious?
Dad Jiang shut up.
He is indeed anxious.
But his son is all about work, and he is not in a hurry. No matter how anxious his parents are, it is useless!
Qingzhi felt panic when she heard this, uh, why did she touch Brother Mian Zhong?
She raised her head and saw Jiang Mianzhong continue to eat calmly, looking neither sad nor happy.
Seeing that his son was always like this, Aunt Yang felt more and more aggrieved, but she did not dare to do it.
Jiang Mianzhong quietly finished his last bite of rice, stood up with the bowls and chopsticks, and whispered: Grandma Fu, parents, Qingzhi, I have finished it, and I still have some work matters to deal with. You can eat it slowly.
After saying that, he walked into the kitchen and put down his bowls and chopsticks and went back to his room.
Work, work, why don’t he get married and have children?Yang Ling complained softly, she was stuffy in her throat, and she was simply dissatisfied with everything.
The surroundings were silent, and no one dared to rush to the volcano. Yang Ling reached out his hand in depressedly and took the white wine in front of her husband and drank it all in one go.
This day passed like this.
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