cheongsam boy

When Song Rin leaned out, his elbows also took advantage of the opportunity to place his elbows across the edge of the platform. As he waved in greeting, the broken snow hanging on the edge swayed and fell.

Although the crushed snow was light and weightless, it still couldn't escape the gravitational pull and rushed down.

At this time, Gu Zhuo happened to follow the prestige, but he never expected that the moment he raised his eyes, a few snowflakes were dotted on the lens, and the sunlight hit it, and the refracted colorful light blurred Song Rin's smile.

The wolfdog on the opposite side kept barking, pawing at the iron door and rattling, but Gu Zhuo was not as scared as before, he walked out from the corner of the wall, raised his head and shouted: "Song Rin? Why are you here? "

"I'm here..." Just as Song Rin was replying, he suddenly realized that such a conversation was too inconvenient. He stood up straight with his hands on his hands, "Wait a minute, I'll come down right away."

After finishing speaking, Song Rin turned back, took his coat and prepared to go downstairs, but just as he reached the door, he turned around again, and went back to the table to get a plate of beef tenderloin and a clean tablecloth.

When he went downstairs, Gu Zhuo had simply cleaned up the snow foam on his head and lenses, and was standing next to the corner and looking at the wolf dog through the iron gate.

Gu Zhuo's movements were a little stiff, Song Rin observed a little, and guessed that this person must be afraid of dogs.

The wolf dog was still barking, but when Song Rin's face came to him, he stopped suddenly, and within a few seconds, he immediately stuck out his tongue, trying to lick Song Rin's hand through the gap between the iron bars.

Animals have spirituality, even though I haven't seen him for a few years, this wolf dog still remembers Song Rin's appearance.

Song Rin patted its head affectionately, knelt down and handed in the plate of beef ribs. The wolfdog lost its soul when it saw the meat, and it didn't care whether it was a stranger or not, so it ate it directly.

After Song Rin calmed down the wolf dog, he got up, and just turned around, and happened to see Gu Zhuo looking relieved, like waking up from a nightmare.

Seeing this, Song Rin laughed a little. He passed over the tablecloth in his hand: "Wipe your head, don't catch a cold this day."

Gu Zhuo took the tablecloth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is to blame?"

"Blame me, blame me," Song Rin responded kindly, but there was no apology in his eyes, "Blame me for being a kid, and hitting you, Boss Gu, all over the head with a snowball."

Although the words were an apology, no matter how you listened to them, there was a light playfulness, not like what Song Rin and the Song Chief would say in the past.

Surprise flashed across Gu Zhuo's eyes, but a smile also surged up. He wiped his hair and asked, "Where did you get the snowball? Isn't it time for the sky to melt?"

"There," Song Rin raised his hand and pointed at the roof, "The snow on the side of the road has melted, but the ones in the flower beds haven't yet. When I called you, I grabbed a handful on the spur of the moment."

"On a whim?" Gu Zhuo was amused when he heard this, he brushed his hair twice, and joked, "Then you are quite accurate."

Song Rin was noncommittal, but replied: "I played with slingshots a lot when I was young."

"That's no wonder." Gu Zhuo folded the tablecloth, looked in the direction Song Rin pointed just now, and asked, "Are you eating here?"

Song Rin nodded: "This is opened by an old friend of mine, I want to come over and get together with him."

Speaking of this, Song Rin turned his head to look at him and asked, "Would you like to have something to eat together? His wine and food are very good."

"No, I have nothing to do with the situation of your acquaintances..."

"It's okay, he has something to do, so I'll eat it alone." Song Rin took the tablecloth from his hand, turning a corner in his words, "There are quite a lot of dishes, I can't finish them all by myself , you came here just in time."

When Song Rin said this, the wind had just turned, and it rushed in along the alley mouth. While raising the corner of his clothes, it also sent the smell of shabu-shabu on his body to Gu Zhuo's nose.

Different from the fragrance carried by Song Rin in the past, this time the fragrance is more complex and thicker, with the sweet fragrance of soybean powder and the salty fragrance of sesame paste. Gu Zhuo only needs to smell it a little to know that this person just ate it something.

Logically speaking, such a mixed fragrance has never been very pleasant to smell, but for some reason, it mixed with Song Rin, and the pleasant smell directly aroused the glutton in Gu Zhuo's stomach.

Gu Zhuo also hesitated for a while symbolically, and then responded generously, followed Song Rin into the store and went up to the second floor.

"There's nothing left of Donkey Rolling," Song Rin placed him in Tang Yinci's original seat, "but there's still a bowl of Zhajiang noodles... Oops, it's all messed up."

Looking at the sauced noodles in the bowl, Song Rin's expression was very regretful, and his brows were furrowed as if something rare had been broken.

Gu Zhuo tilted his head and smiled, took the fried noodles from his hand, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll just wash it with hot water."

"Oh, that can't be done." Hearing Gu Zhuo's words, Song Rin became even more anxious, "This soy sauce noodles can't be soaked in water, otherwise it will lose energy."

The sauce noodles in the north are more particular about not overwatering.

Gu Zhuo also loves to eat. He glanced at the sauced noodles in his hands. Just by looking at the dish, he knew the skill of the person who made the sauced noodles. Bad taste.

The two of them just faced the smeared face and remained silent for a while, and Song Rinwu didn't know what he thought of. He clapped his hands and said to Gu Zhuo, "Pass the plate of miso over there to you. Give it to me."

Gu Zhuo didn't know why, but he still acted according to his words, and handed over the plate of miso.

Song Rin took the miso, took a spoon to press the sauce, and then forced out the oil inside, poured it into the iron spoon of the soup pot, stopped when the soup spoon was almost full, and then opened the lid of the copper pot , place an iron spoon on top to heat.

The iron spoon absorbed heat, and within a short while, the oil in the spoon was boiling and smelling of sauce. Song Lin was quick with his hands and eyes, and when it was getting angry, he immediately turned back and poured it on the surface of the sauce.

The scalding hot oil hit the solidified aroma again, Gu Zhuo didn't say anything, just picked up the chopsticks to mix the noodles, and picked up a large chopstick to eat while the aroma was overflowing.

The two of them challenged one another, and they cooperated very tacitly without saying a word.

"How does it taste?" Song Rin was both excited and nervous, as if he was the one who made the noodles, eager to be recognized, "It's okay."

Gu Zhuo hadn't finished chewing, but after hearing Song Rin's question, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks, raised the corner of his mouth stained with sesame sauce, and gave Song Rin a thumbs up.

Seeing his sated appearance, Song Rin seemed like a host who had been praised by the guests. He was relieved and at the same time felt relieved. He picked a chopstick of chrysanthemum chrysanthemum and asked casually.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, how did you come here?"

Gu Zhuo pressed the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper, and replied unabashedly, "I'm here to find someone."

Speaking of this, his eyes wandered for a while, and when he looked at Song Rin again, there was some playfulness in the corners of his raised eyes.

He reached out and tapped the table, then tilted his head and said, "Speaking of which, it's also related to you."

21. Glaze blue