Plan carefully

I turned to the head, my heart beating into a ball.

"Do you think I won't miss you if you don't tell me? Childish!" I muttered, exchanging my Coke with ice for the hot juice in Han Muyu's hand.

He didn't speak, just drank something.

"Hey, then Yang Xiaofei didn't ask how you got the blisters on your hands?" Maybe Yang Xiaofei couldn't see the wounds on his body, but the wounds on his hands were too obvious, and it was impossible for Yang Xiaofei not to ask.

"I asked, and I said I went home to build a house."

"Well, nonsense comes very quickly! I found that you are silent and have ideas."

A layer of water droplets had condensed on the surface of the paper cup containing Coke. Han Muyu gently put his palm on it, as if he felt very comfortable. Maybe the coolness could slightly offset the burning pain in his palm.He held the cup in his hand, gently applied it to the corner of his injured mouth, half closed his eyes, and answered me lightly, "No one can help me make up my mind, I can only make up my own mind!"

"Hey, what are you doing? Isn't that the case with cold compresses?" I didn't know which muscle was wrong, and under his puzzled eyes, I reached out and took his Coke.Pulled out the straw, lifted the lid, raised his neck and gulped down the Coke inside, then poured a few crushed ice cubes into the palm of his hand.Before he could react, I had already pressed the ice cube directly on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe he was also a little confused, and he didn't even move.

"That's what works!" I said.In fact, the moment my hand touched his face, I realized that I was stupid again, and I just let him do it himself. I was a little too enthusiastic.However, the matter has come to this point, I have to hold on and try to be as righteous as possible.

I knew he was looking at me, but I didn't dare to look at him. I carefully and conscientiously avoided his sight, afraid that he would catch a trace of panic in my heart.The high temperature of McDonald's made his face slightly red, and the skin touching my fingers had a warm temperature, which was in stark contrast to the coldness of the ice cubes in my palm. Then my bones ached from the cold, not only my hands, but I felt that my whole body was enduring, struggling, and tossing and turning in this temperature difference.

Soon, the ice cubes began to melt, and water dripped from between my fingers, passed the corner of his lips, and formed a drop on his chin.

While wiping off the water droplets with the back of his hand, he seemed to unconsciously lick the melted water on his lips, until I watched him purse his lips and muttered "Ice cubes are not sweet!" Reflected, what is the soft touch passing by in my palm.

I looked to the roof in despair, endured the unbearable beating of my heart, and evacuated my fingers from his cheek before the trembling of my whole body was transmitted through my arms to my palms.

"How can there be ice cubes with sugar?" I said.

He nodded, silently poured ice cubes out of the Coke paper cup, and put them on the corner of his mouth as I did.

If he had been willing to take a look at me at that time, he would have definitely found that under the calm appearance of An Ran in front of him, the soul was almost at a loss and panicked.

Thank God, for a long time, he didn't look up.

When I came out of McDonald's that night, I said to accompany him to the pharmacy to buy some anti-inflammatory ointment, but he said it was not worth it, so he ran away.Well, since you don't mind the pain, let me stop chasing my mother-in-law.

The temperature dropped sharply on New Year's Day. My mother called and told me to wear more clothes, don't catch a cold, wear thick gloves, and not freeze my hands. I said to my mother: "There is no such thing as you. I am not five years old. I'm not 15 years old, I'm in my 20s, and you still tell me these things? How long will you be thinking about me so much? Are you tired? Are mothers like this? I can't say anything about you? When will I stop worrying about you? You are so spoiled by me, I will blame you for not being able to take care of myself in the future!" My mother scolded me while laughing while listening to my glib tone, she said, when I find it, I can take care of me She doesn't have to worry about me anymore.I said yes, just wait!

When I used to surf the Internet, I also posted a few daily photos on Weibo, which actually attracted countless stars. At that time, I proudly pointed to the full screen of messages on Weibo and told my mother, These are my fans.My mother asked, what is a fan, and I said that it is someone who pays close attention to me, is interested in every word I say, everything I do, and every thought in my heart. As a result, my mother was very surprised and said: " All of these? I thought my father and I were the only ones like this?" I was choked up and couldn't say anything.

These are the two most die-hard fans that have existed since I was born. Their eyes have never left me, their hearts have always been tied to me, they know all my good and bad, and care about my smallest details Thoughts, I can’t remember how many times I pissed them off, but even if I did something outrageous, even if they couldn’t understand my feelings, it didn’t stop them from giving me forgiveness. Mine can never be left behind, thrown away, or repaid.

Compared with these two, other fans are nothing.

So I think it's much more meaningful to make parents happy than to make girls they met on a blind date.

After hanging up the phone, I counted my fingers, and it seemed that I hadn’t been back to my hometown for a long time, so I decided to go home on the weekend and buy back the new Joyoung Soymilk Machine that my mother likes.

The cold wind on the way to work the next day proved a truth, no matter how old you are, you still have to listen to what your mother says.The little wind easily pierced through my cotton padded clothes. Fortunately, I obediently wore the thickest gloves. Even though my whole body was completely cold, my hands were still a little sweaty.

At the front desk, the happiest thing is to catch up with heavy snow, hail, storms, and the worse the weather, the happier we are. The reason is simple. In bad weather, there are fewer people doing business, and our front desk is free.

Of course, the fact that there are few people does not mean that there are no people. In fact, even if there are knives in the sky, there will still be people running to the bank.

When King Kong entered the lobby with his small leather bag between his hands and breathing hot air, Comrade Xiao Li was showing off her "warm baby" purchased online to me.

I said she was purely burning money.

In fact, no matter how the outside temperature changes, there are almost no springs, summers, autumns and winters in our business room, and the temperature hovers around 22 to 28 degrees throughout the year.The biological clock that originally existed in our body and synchronized with nature has been disrupted. All comrades are like vegetables grown in greenhouses by farmers, and the concept of seasons is blurred.Only when we got out of the prison-like glass cage and came under the sky, did everyone realize that we had dressed ourselves up as flowers with thorns in a constant temperature environment, but in fact it was an out-of-season cucumber.