I was loved by my idol

In the end, the poor Qin Ce failed to rush to have supper with the male god, and failed to live the "nightlife" imagined for adults.

After suffering two hours of ideological education from my mother in dejection, I was caught by my "late" father to change my mind and took two hours of business classes and game theory...

The next morning, he was awakened by the alarm clock with a dazed look on his face. After a few minutes of delay, he finally remembered that he had an appointment with He Chunian to go to the vegetable market today.

Taking the phone, He Chunian sent him a message 10 minutes ago saying that he had gone out.

Last night, Qin Ce's "get out of class" was too late, so he simply slept in the old house. Since there was no means of transportation, he justifiably and shamelessly asked He Chulai to pick him up, but he didn't expect He Chulian to agree.

However, he absolutely did not dare to let He Chunian come to pick him up. If the early servants found out and informed his parents, wouldn't it be cool? You see, that's what those domineering presidents wrote in their articles .He and He Chunian had just met a little bit, so he couldn't bear such a toss.

Qin Ce moved his little head, and excitedly chose the agreed place two streets away from his home, which was safe.

Take the time to wash up, and trot all the way in leather shoes.The old house is located in a villa area in the suburbs, and the environment is sparsely populated and quiet. At 06:30 in the morning, there are very few people coming and going. From a distance, you can see a domineering black big G parked on the side of the road, which is very eye-catching.

When he walked a little closer, the car whistle blew twice, confirming that it was He Chunian's car.

Qin Ce smiled, swept away his tiredness from not getting enough sleep, ran two quick steps, opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

"Morning!" he said excitedly.

"Morning..." He Chunian was wearing a pair of simple jeans, a hoodie, and a baseball cap on his head, and greeted him casually.

This slovenliness really touched his heart.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Don't mention it, being forced to accept the baptism of the soul, that scene is too miserable..."

"What have you been taught?"

"What else can there be, the two aspects of eternity, marriage and childbirth, private life, work projects and business theory."

He Chunian was amused by him, tilted his head to look at him and asked, "What? The second young master plans to enter the rapper circle?"

"Didn't I learn this from you?" Qin Ce thought, in terms of yin and yang, who can beat you, He Chunian, and couldn't help yawning at this thought.

It is said that yawning is contagious, and sure enough, He Chunian covered his mouth with his hand, and it started too.

"Did you not rest last night?" Qin Ce asked worriedly.

"Me? No rest at all."

"Huh? Why?" Isn't it too early to go back?

"Yesterday, I was dragged to drink before I had a supper alone. It was four o'clock when I came out of the bar. I just played games until dawn."

"Then you are driving under the influence of alcohol and fatigue, let me drive!" Qin Ce unbuckled his seat belt.

"It's okay, I didn't drink much. And I'm used to it, it's normal in our business."

Qin Ce suddenly fell silent when he heard what he said. He didn't know if what He Chunian said was normal all night, or drinking until the early morning, no matter which one was abnormal in his eyes.

He opened the car door and got out of the car. Last night, He Chunian was probably dragged away by his manager to accompany him for a drink. Investors are best at prostitution. They thought it was humorous when they were full of dirty jokes. It's not like Qin Ce has never seen such a drinking situation before. , is really disgusting.

Seeing him get out of the car, He Chunian had no choice but to jump out of the car and stood by the side of the road to stretch.

Qin Ce bypassed the driver's seat and held the car door: "Chu Nian, you have me now, and you don't have to go there anymore."

"Huh?" He Chunian was full of doubts.

"Whatever you lack in the future, just come to me if you want anything, you don't have to wrong yourself so much."

I don't know how many nights He Chunian has experienced, how many times he has experienced such occasions, maybe it's just for a small role, maybe it's just a small production, but he has to laugh with him.

Not knowing how many times of darkness and despair he has experienced until today, Qin Ce began to feel annoyed why he hadn't appeared by his side sooner.

"In the early years, I won't force you or anything." Qin Ce said as if he was talking to himself: "I just hope you can be well."

He Chunian blinked. He really didn't know what he was talking about, what kind of grievance, what kind of coercion, what was he talking about... He thought about it for a while and suddenly understood it. tease him.

He suppressed a smile, leaned against the car and asked him with his head tilted: "What do you mean by coercion?"

force?What else can you refer to, who would put this kind of issue on the surface? Qin Ce shook his head in a panic, thinking about the scene of the 18 ban in his head, and even stuttered a bit: "No, it's nothing .”

"Oh." He Chunian nodded, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth into a playful smile. He stood up straight and suddenly approached Qin Ce, his left hand slid over the top of his head to cover the back of his head, and his right hand slid along his chin to his ear, lightly Gently pinched his little earlobe, locked his eyes, and asked as if captivating: "Do you mean this by forcing? Or..."

The voice seemed to be bewitched, making Qin Ce unable to move. He watched He Chunian's face getting closer and closer. He felt his heart beating so fast that it was about to pop out of his throat. He was nervous and expectant, and closed his eyes tightly. eyes.

He wanted something to happen to him, but was afraid of what might happen.

He is the person above the clouds that he has been chasing for a long time, and he is the person who he keeps saying is "supported" by the identity of the rich second generation. These two identities are intertwined, entangled, and struggling.

As if what he was looking forward to had never appeared, Qin Ce couldn't help opening a crack, and he saw He Chunian looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Okay, I got it, let's go, Father of the Funder." He Chunian had no interest in doing shameful things on the street, so he patted his head and walked around to the co-pilot.

Qin Ce froze in place, his face flushed red, but his heart seemed to be empty, feeling a little sour.

I drove to a morning market at exactly seven o'clock.Compared with the few people and cars on the road just now, the morning market is bustling and lively. In addition to fresh fruits and vegetables, fish eggs, meat and milk, there are also many staple foods such as buns and fried dough sticks for sale. The taste of carbohydrates mixed with fat is really exciting. People are fascinated.

They got out of the car and took a deep breath of the smell of fireworks in this world.

"Is it alright with you like this?" Qin Ce asked He Chunian, looking at He Chunian, who had only a baseball cap covering his whole body.

"I'm not a first-tier, so how can I have such a high degree of recognition. At this time, the vegetable market is full of uncles and aunts, let alone an [-]th-tier like me, even if I come to the first-line traffic, I may not know each other." He Chunian said indifferently. With both hands plugged in, he moved in, and he raised his chin to signal: "Besides, look who was photographed in the morning market. The paparazzi are busy going to nightclubs, you have to let them rest, right?"

Qin Ce thought it made sense, and followed him into the crowd.

He had never been to such a place before, and while looking left and right curiously, he followed He Chunian closely for fear of being lost.

"Over there, my homework." He Chunian turned his head and smiled at him, pointing to the booth in front of him and asked him, "Have you ever eaten this?"

Qin Ce shook his head looking at the white, round, shriveled and tasteless things on the shelf.

"Forget it, how can young masters like you eat human fireworks?" He Chunian teased him, then turned to the boss and said, "Boss, two of each."

"Okay," the stall owner on the side responded.The stall owner looked to be in his 60s, wearing a white apron and sleeves, with gray temples, sitting next to the steaming pot, skillfully filled a short bamboo tube with unknown powder, and put the inside The stuffing is stuffed in and compacted and put into the steam.

He Chunian explained to Qin Ce while watching the stall owner's technique: "This thing is made of rice flour. It seems that different places have different names. I always call it bowl cake. There are various fillings in it, and the taste is very rich. .But now many places just add ingredients to it, or pour some syrup on it.”

"Is there any difference between stuffing inside and outside?" Qin Ce was puzzled.

"The taste of the stuffing in the mouth is layered, and the stuffing on the outside will cover the aroma of the rice itself, which is very different." After finishing speaking, he went to chat with the stall owner and said, "Boss, is it just you?" The family put stuffing in it."

"Nowadays, people just sprinkle it outside in order to save trouble. I am different from them, so the taste of cooking will change."

"But it's more troublesome to do so."

"Trouble is troublesome, but the taste is good. I have a lot of regular customers in this stall, and most of them are from children who ate it to fathers who brought their children to eat."

"Then you have been doing it for many years?"

"Yes, it's been almost 30 years," the stall owner said proudly, without stopping his hands while talking.

Qin Ce never thought that He Chunian would come to such a place, nor did he think that he would strike up a chat with the stall owner. Although he was a little tired, he seemed extraordinarily free and unrestrained.

"Young man, it's ready, eat it while it's hot!" The uncle put the bowl cake into a box and handed it to He Chunian.

After thanking him, he took it and couldn't wait to grab one and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes as if enjoying it.

"One?" He Chunian asked him, dragging the box.

"Now?" Qin Ce looked left and right hesitantly, standing and eating on the street with people coming and going?This is not elegant, let alone how to eat?Grab it with your hands?I haven't washed my hands yet...

He hesitated and didn't know how to do it. He Chunian looked impatient, so he squeezed one and handed it to his lips: "Second Young Master, I still have to feed you."

Subconsciously opened his mouth, and took in the slightly hot bowl of cake that He Chunian handed over.The aroma of rice filled the whole mouth in an instant. It looked pink but tasted unexpectedly glutinous. The taste was gentle and solid. When I bit it open with my teeth, I tasted the sour and sweet innards.

"It's hawthorn!"

"Is it delicious?" He Chunian squinted his eyes and looked at him: "I love hawthorn the most."

Qin Ce nodded. It wasn't very delicious, but it had an indescribably gentle taste, which was fascinating.

"You know, the place where I lived when I was a child didn't sell this kind of snack at all. If I want to eat it, I have to walk a long way. I only have the opportunity to go to the city to eat it once in a month or two, so I think it's really expensive."

"That's it..." Qin Ce agreed, thinking that He Chunian's house must be very remote, and this kind of common food stalls are obviously all over the street. These things that he is accustomed to, but He Chunian once or twice He can only see her once a month, and he couldn't help but ask, "Does your family live far away?"

"Far? That's called the wilderness."

So live in a village?Qin Ce thought that there should be nothing in the village, he sighed in his heart: "Then reading is not very troublesome."

"It's okay, I didn't go to school until junior high school"

junior high school……

Qin Ce slowed down. He stared at He Chunian's back in a daze. He didn't know what He Chunian had experienced in his childhood. He lived in a remote mountainous area with inconvenient transportation, and maybe his family conditions were not good, otherwise he could always move out. Yes, I didn't go to school, maybe I have to help with farm work and take on family work.

Maybe I'm still burdened with the debts of the whole family, or I have to send my younger siblings to study, so I'm working extra hard.He may have a gambling father and a frail mother, and he may have to support a whole family on his shoulders.

Thinking of this, Qin Ce felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something, and felt very sad.

He Chunian found that the people around him were gone, and turned around: "What's wrong?"

Facing the rising sun, Qin Ce looked at his gentle smile and said, "It's okay", and walked quickly to his side.

Such an excellent He Chunian, how much suffering has he experienced, but it doesn't matter, it's all in the past tense.He will not let him be wronged even a little bit.