night tide recedes

Song Ran's lifelong social skills have been spent on bargaining in the vegetable market.

When he talks to strangers, he is usually dull enough to make people suspect that he is autistic, but Yan Ming found that as long as it involves bargaining, he will frown slightly, as if he wants to argue with others, The voice was also louder than usual, Yan Ming watched with interest, and when Song Ran took the Chinese cabbage away, he finally realized that Yan Ming had been staring at him.

"I didn't expect you to bargain." Yan Ming's tone was a little unbelievable.

Song Ran smiled shyly. He has dealt with the vegetable market the most these years, and he is also very concerned about the monthly price fluctuations of meat and vegetables, so he knows which stall is cheap or expensive. When he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he would stammer and haggle with others. At that time, he wanted to save a little bit, but now he is out of habit.

He remembered that Yan Ming wanted to pick prawns, and it happened that he also wanted to buy fish, so he took Yan Ming to the aquatic area.

Squatting in front of the oxygen foam box, Song Ran taught Yan Ming the method of picking shrimp. He spoke slowly but in detail, explaining from the four aspects of color, eyeball, body shape and smell, and even fished shrimp for comparison. "Look, the fresh shrimp is bent, but this one is straight, obviously not very fresh."

Yan Ming didn't mean to be drunk, but he still bent over and showed a taught expression. When Song Ran gave him the fishing net, he fished out a dozen shrimps in a serious manner. However, he kept correcting him, and really regarded him as a person who loves shrimp.

Yan Ming's eyes fell on Song Ran's side face illuminated by the warm light from the vegetable market. Song Ran's skin was as smooth as jade, and when he spoke, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, as soft as some furry animal. A little lost in thought, Song Ran pretended to fish for shrimps when she raised her head.

Song Ran's perception of the outside world is a little slow, so he didn't notice what was wrong with Yan Ming. He went to the fish area and picked up the small yellow croaker. The work pressure is high, so I just make a dish of yellow croaker with soybean paste, which is both delicious and nutritious.

When the two came out of the vegetable market, Song Ran's hands were already full of ingredients, while Yan Ming was holding a bag of lively shrimp, and said in his mouth, "Brother Ran, thank you today, if it weren't for you, I would still I didn’t know there was so much knowledge in grocery shopping.”

Song Ran seldom interacts with others, let alone always getting compliments these two days, he smiled shyly, "You're welcome."

"When I go back, I will cook saltwater shrimp according to your previous tutorial. If there is anything I don't understand, I may trouble you, Brother Ran." Yan Ming shook the shrimp in the bag and tilted his head.

It is rare for Song Ran to be able to help. Looking at Yan Ming, who is eager to learn, he felt a faint sense of pride in his heart, so he couldn't say no, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask. He paused, hesitated, "But..." "But what?"

Song Ran thought for a while, and said it anyway, "Can you send text as much as possible, it may not be convenient for me."

Last time he accidentally pressed Yan Ming's voice, which shocked him a lot. If he knew that he would still be in touch with Yan Ming, he should have told Shen Wenfei that day that his injury was not caused by a fall, but now he should suddenly contact him. Shen Wenfei told the truth, he was afraid that Shen Wenfei would be angry with him for lying, so just wait, when the right time comes, he will tell Shen Wenfei.

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively in a joking tone, "Brother Ran's girlfriend is so strict?"

"No," Song Ran quickly shook his head, afraid that Yan Ming might misunderstand, and added, "It's not a girlfriend."

"I thought that brother is so good-looking and already has a partner?" Yan Ming didn't know why he seemed very happy, and his tone became lighter.

object?Song Ran thought for a while, he had never established a relationship with Shen Wenfei, so naturally he couldn't talk about a partner, so he smiled and didn't answer Yan Ming's words.

The two walked to the bus stop unknowingly, and Song Ran asked strangely, "Aren't you going back to school?"

"I'm idle anyway. I'll wait for the bus with you." Yan Ming swept off the snow on the bench and sat down. "Besides, you taught me how to pick shrimp today. I'll wait with you." A car is considered a courtesy."

The north wind howled, Song Ran shivered from the cold, and felt a little sorry, but Yan Ming said so, and he couldn't refuse, so he sat down.

Yan Ming is a very talkative person, "Brother Ran, are you a local? I'm from City S. I've been studying here for two years, and I really like it."

Song Ran shook his head, "I'm not a local."

"Come here to work?"

It was Song Ran's job to be a housekeeper for Shen Wenfei, so Song Ran nodded slowly.

Yan Ming didn't ask Song Ran's occupation, but changed the subject, "I will probably stay here to work after I graduate. By the way, Brother Ran, have you ever been to our university? Sometimes I will take you to the bend ah."

Song Ran's eyes lit up, "Can I go?"

Yan Ming was keenly aware of the yearning in Song Ran's eyes, and said boldly, "Of course, our school has an exhibition building, which is full of works by art students. Those who have held exhibitions are beautiful. What are you doing?" If you have time, I'll take you to see it."

Song Ran was interested in everything in college. Although he followed Shen Wenfei to go to college at the time, he never dared to ask Shen Wenfei to take him around the school, and because of his inferiority complex, Song Ran would rarely appear in the same place as Shen Wenfei. , and Shen Wenfei was a taciturn person, Song Ran was too embarrassed to bother him, so he knew little about college life and was full of longing.

However, he and Yan Ming have only known each other for two days. Would it be too much trouble for him, but Song Ran really couldn't resist the temptation, despite hesitating, he still said, "If it's possible then, I want to go and have a look."

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows at him, "Welcome anytime."

The bus came, Song Ran said goodbye to Yan Ming, Yan Ming stood in front of the bus window and waved to him, his enthusiasm was undisguised, almost melting the ice and snow, "Brother Ran, let's contact again."

Infected by his emotions, Song Ran also stretched out her hand, shaking it in a small arc.

Back home, Song Ran started to prepare the ingredients for tonight. He was in a good mood, and his movements were much lighter. He lifted the lid of the stew pot, and the milky white pork bone soup was thick but not greasy, and the meat was already soft and rotten. , the cooking wine neutralized the fishy smell of the pork, and it smelled tangy and fragrant. He knotted the last green onion, sprinkled salt, then covered the pot, and waited for 3 minutes to get out of the pot.

Yellow croaker in bean sauce and fried fungus with sliced ​​cabbage were also served on the table, filling the room with the aroma of food.

Shen Wenfei was very good at timing, Song Ran had just put the pork bone soup away when he heard a voice from the entrance.

When Song Ran saw the figure appearing in the living room, he said lightly, "Wen Fei."

Shen Wenfei immediately heard the joy in Song Ran's tone, he took off his suit jacket while walking, even if he was not too curious, he couldn't help asking, "What's so happy about it?"

Song Ran didn't intend to tell Shen Wenfei about Yan Ming's existence yet, he wanted to wait until he finished going to C University before confessing to Shen Wenfei, so he whispered, "It's nothing, you came back early, so I'm happy."

This is not a lie, Song Ran likes staying in the same space with Shen Wenfei very much, it will give him infinite satisfaction.

Shen Wenfei glanced at him, Song Ran was standing in front of the dining table, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and his eyes were full of him.

Song Ran is already 27 this year, but he has almost been cut off from interpersonal communication these years, and he is a shy person, so he has not been contaminated with the impetuous atmosphere of society at all, and there is a youthful youthfulness that does not match his age Astringent, like a well-protected white gardenia that has never been wet by dew, quietly exuding a light fragrance.

It was Shen Wenfei who made him become like this, half unintentionally, half intentionally.

Shen Wenfei suppressed the urge to go over and kiss Song Ran, but just smiling at Song Ran was enough to make Song Ran's eyebrows look happy.

Song Ran is a white gardenia that only blooms for Shen Wenfei, and only Shen Wenfei can appreciate his beauty.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shen, someone wants to pick the flowers you raised!