Beauty has a lot of bad thoughts

In summer in the Sierra Nevada, the sky always dawns early.

It was only around 05:30 when the first light of dawn illuminated the sky.

The dawn dispels the darkness and awakens all things to revive.

The little birds chirped on the branches, and the dew reflected the whole world.

The two men supported each other and walked hard to the mountaineering supplies in the scenic spot and the entrance of the store.The little man knocked on the door and yelled for the owner to open it.

"Damn it! It's only past six o'clock!" In the window of the house on the second floor, a dark head appeared, followed by a dark face.He wrinkled his face and roared towards the first floor very angrily, "We open at eight o'clock! Come back later!"

"We were in a car accident!" the little man screamed, "Someone here is hurt and needs treatment!"

Opening the curtains, the boss saw that downstairs was his regular customer Xue Dingbang, and the small Asian man he had met that day.

"My God, what's wrong with you guys?!" He only put on a nightgown to cover his body, quickly went down to the store on the first floor, and opened the door, "Do you need to call a doctor? Mr. Xue, you have all over your face. Blood!"

Xue Dingbang was still conscious, his posture was still elegant, and his tone was still gentle.It was just a request that made the boss a little confused: "Please give me a bag of high-gluten flour."

The boss opened his mouth wide and didn't speak for a long time.When I came to the store early in the morning, I must have walked a long way.Had a car accident and got hanged, but the request was only for a bag of flour? ? ?

"Give me a bag of flour." Xue Dingbang repeated, with a bit of coldness in his gentle voice.

Don't care about the injury, don't even clean it up, just a bag of flour?

"Oh, good, good." The boss closed his mouth, Xue Dingbang's momentum was a little scary.He turned around and found a bag of flour on the shelf, and held it in front of Xue Dingbang with both hands, "Do you need any other help? My friend, you don't look well!"

Xue Dingbang glanced at the flour, but did not accept it: "High-gluten flour."

"Oh, high-gluten flour." The boss stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, hugged the flour and walked back, "We will have high-gluten flour. Do you really not need to call 911?"

Chris Maeda interjected: "We need a tow truck more than 911. Don't look at the blood on my clothes, it's not mine. Do you have any emergency medicine or something?"

Of course there is.This store is for rock climbing and mountaineering tourists.Food, fuel, first aid medicine and outdoor supplies.Everything you need for rock climbing and mountaineering is on sale.

After Xue Dingbang got the high-gluten flour, he was relieved.He smiled gently at the frightened boss: "Can I use my credit card?"

The boss shrugged his shoulders, with an incomprehensible expression on his face: "Of course."

Maeda Chris carefully wiped Xue Dingbang's wound and bandaged him.And Xue Dingbang just lowered his head, tightly grasping the high-gluten flour in his hand, as if it was not a bag of flour, but the air he depended on for a living, unable to leave for a second.

It was not until noon that the tow truck slowly picked up Xue Dingbang's car accident and drove towards the outside of the scenic spot.Because it is a rented car, a sum of compensation will certainly not be less.

The car mechanic said that the engine was damaged and there was no way to start it again for the time being, suggesting that they should rent another one.

After a day of tossing around, Xue Dingbang drove the rented car again—of course this time with airbags—and when he returned to the cabin in the forest, it was completely dark.

"Dingbangsang, do you want to go to bed early today?" Maeda Chris gently circled under the seat with his fingers, and glanced at Xue Dingbang with worry in his eyes, "I promise not to trouble you! I need you If you help me take a bath, tell me! I will do anything for Dingbangsang!"

Xue Dingbang parked the car, opened the door for Chris Maeda, almost instinctively put his hand on the door frame, to prevent him from bumping his head.

Today's Xue Dingbang is so silent.

"Dingbangsang, are you hungry?" Chris Maeda got out of the car with Xue Dingbang's baby flour in his arms, "I'll go get something to eat, what do you want to eat?"

"Can you cook?" Xue Dingbang asked.

"Although I'm not as good at cooking as you, I still occasionally cook by myself." Chris Maeda smiled sweetly, "After all, I can't go to the buffet every day!"

Xue Dingbang nodded and smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "I want to be alone for a while, Chris. Don't prepare my dinner, I'll just smoke a cigarette. You go to rest first, if you are too hungry, there are snacks in the refrigerator , you can put a cushion first."

Maeda Chris nodded, turned and entered the house.

In the open space in front of the hut in the forest, there is Yin Ren's favorite hammock.He and Chris Maeda came here for a few days, but Xue Dingbang did not take out the hoist and install it.

That position belongs to Yin Ren.

Even when a large group of classmates came to play when they were in college, no one could take away Yin Ren's hammock.Now, Schrödingbang especially wanted to fall into the ropes and let them support his body and sway.

Although doing so may not make any sense.

But Schrödingbang did it anyway.

While lying on the hammock looking up at the starry sky, Xue Dingbang glanced at the time.

Ten thirteen in the evening.

Yin Ren once delivered food to Xue Dingbang who was studying by himself at such a time.

At that time, they were 14 years old.Xue Dingbang is in the third year of high school, and Yin Ren is in the second year of junior high school.

A boy in the second year of middle school naturally thinks that "chestnuts will be hungry".Bringing a large bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, he climbed over the school wall and came outside the window of Xue Dingbang's classroom.

Every second in the third year is precious. In order to save the time for the third year students to climb the stairs, the school arranges the classrooms for the third year on the first floor.

Even though it was evening self-study, the teacher still used this time to do crazy questions for the students.

The teacher on the stage was elated and spitting, and the students off the stage were engrossed in learning and writing hard.

Until a bag of fried chestnuts flew in from the window, breaking the harmony.

"Who threw the chestnut?!" The teacher who was hit on the head could hear the whole teaching building.

Schrödingbang was short and young at that time.In order not to let his classmates who are much older than him block his sight, he is located next to the podium.Yin Ren's aim was not accurate enough, and he hit the head of the teacher who turned around to write on the blackboard, which fully proved that he is really not a basketball player.

"Chestnuts..." Yin Ren poked his head out of the window, pointing at the food in the teacher's hand, "For you..."

After speaking, the kid patted his butt and ran away, not caring about the teacher who was roaring in the classroom.

"It's already a third year in high school, what are you still thinking about?!"

"I have taught for 30 years, and I will give you 30 years of experience. If you don't listen to what I say, go home and learn by yourself!"

"I have never supervised such poor students as you! You are the worst class I have ever supervised!"

Xue Dingbang covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

No one acknowledged the source of this packet of fried chestnuts, so the teacher naturally confiscated it.

After class, Xue Dingbang found the teacher and asked obediently, "Can you give me some?"

He got the sugar-fried chestnuts that Yin Ren had given him, all of them.

Xue Dingbang returned home with sugar-fried chestnuts, and met Yin Ren who was waiting for him at the school gate, sitting on the bicycle imported from France.

"Lizi, come here!" Yin Ren patted the back seat of the bicycle, "Let's go home!"

Xue Dingbang peeled off one while sitting on the bicycle, fed half to Yin Ren, and ate the other half by himself.

The sugar-fried chestnuts that night were the sweetest.

Xue Dingbang covered his face with his arms, and also covered the bright moon in the sky.In retrospect, in the happy days of the past, indeed every fragment had something to do with Yin Ren.

Schrödingbang, who is self-disciplined enough, is someone else's child.

What Xue Dingbang envied was the children of other families who could enjoy the care of their parents.

He doesn't cry, doesn't make trouble, and is not self-willed. He is obedient, sensible and good at learning.Only with Yin Ren can he act like a child.

Xue Dingbang opened his eyes and saw a beautiful little face appearing above.His head covered the starry sky and the bright moon.

Xue Dingbang turned over, looked at the smug Maeda Chris, and asked with a gentle smile, "Chris, what's the matter?"

"Well, I just cooked!" Chris Maeda put his hands behind his back and tilted his head triumphantly, "Dingbangsang desperately wanted to buy a bag of flour, so I made gnocchi soup. Of course, you can also say It's water balls! Japanese food, Japanese food!"

He stretched out two fingers, nodded his cheeks, and smiled cutely: "Well, it's the first time I've made water balls for people. Dingbangsang, eat some delicious food happily, forget about those Unpleasant, okay?"

Xue Dingbang stood up, turned around and asked the little chef who was holding his back and pushing him forward, "Oh, who did you learn from?"

"I told you, don't laugh at me!" Chris Maeda poked his head out from Xue Dingbang's arm, blinking his eyes super innocently, "I learned it from Google. Now sell what you learn, Dingbangsang, try it!"

Xue Dingbang smiled helplessly, he doesn't have much appetite now.Thinking that this was a dish specially made by Maeda Chris for himself, he still reluctantly sat down at the dining table with Maeda Chris.

On the table, two bowls of water balls were beautiful and well presented.Yellow pumpkin pieces, red carrots, and white radish are as beautiful as a piece of jade.Supplemented with tender and raw chicken, as well as the protagonist's flour dumpling, sprinkled with green scallions.Just the rich colors are enough to make your index finger move.

Chris Maeda sat across from Xue Dingbang, with his hands on his chin, his face full of anticipation: "Would you like to try it?"

"Okay." Xue Dingbang sat down with a smile, and lightly touched the flour on Chris Maeda's cheek with his fingertips, "Chris, thank you for cooking dinner for me."

Maeda Chris shook his little head, rubbing his cheeks in Xue Dingbang's hand flatteringly: "You don't eat my food, are you planning to eat me?"

"Naughty." Xue Dingbang pinched his cheek hard, making the little naughty cry out on the spot.

The gnocchi of the Japanese-style water ball was very big, Xue Dingbang bit off a piece, and immediately frowned.

Chris Maeda was so nervous that he leaned out and asked, "What's wrong? Is it salty? Is it not delicious?"

"No, you..." Xue Dingbang put down his chopsticks and stared at Chris Maeda, "What kind of flour did you use?"

Chris Maeda blinked his eyes in confusion: "That's right, the flour that Dingbangsang just bought!"

"Chris!!! What have you done?!"

The author has something to say:

Chris Maeda: Isn’t the pasta I made delicious?

Schrödingbang: It's delicious, but don't use my flour again.

Maeda Chris: Be stingy!I just want to eat lawyer Yin's flour!