Schrodinger love

Xie Mingzhi had just finished socializing, and on his way home, he saw the message and replied:

[Call Ms. Xie Mingzhi when you are impatient, and call Mom when you want money, you are really good]

[In the middle of the night, why did you remember to buy a hot pot restaurant? ]

Wen Sui took two sips of milk, held the phone with one hand, and turned down the light to the darkest.

[Do Not Disturb]: I suddenly miss the taste of my hometown. Besides, I study economics and management, so I should buy one to practice first, and it won’t ruin it.

[Do Not Disturb]: Don't ask so many questions, just pay

[Mingzhi]: Which store?In Beijing?send me name

[Do Not Disturb]: I don’t know, I’ll tell you tomorrow night

Wen Sui really didn't know which one. In that dream, he could only see that it was a hot pot shop. For the exact name of the shop, he had to follow Jiang An to see it.

Xie Mingzhi was confused enough by this reply, he must have been scammed by criminals hacking his account.

[Mingzhi]: Who are you?Steal my son's account?

[Do Not Disturb]: ... Wen Sui

[Mingzhi]: Tell me more details, let me confirm

[Do Not Disturb]: ... You, you threw me into kindergarten when I was two years old, and when I was six years old, I had a fever of almost 15 degrees. You and Dad still have to go to the shareholders meeting, and finally took me to the playground when I was eight years old, but I lost it Yes, in the end it was Jiang An who found me back. At the age of [-], she peeped at my diary, told Jiang An to change schools and move, and not allow me to contact me. Do you want to continue talking?

Seeing all the accusations, Xie Mingzhi felt guilty in his heart, his belated concern was lighter than grass, and now Wen Sui couldn't accept it anymore.

She sat in the back row of the smooth driving, turned her head to look out the window, and sighed lightly again.

[Mingzhi]: How much does it cost?

[Do Not Disturb]: I will tell you this first, and I will send you the name of the shop tomorrow.

[Do Not Disturb]: By the way, you haven't given Jiang An any money now?

[Ming Zhi]: Why did you ask this suddenly? It was given to me after graduation. Xiao An has a lot of backbone, saying that she doesn’t need us to subsidize her after she becomes an adult.

[Mingzhi]: What happened to you two?He asked you for money?

[Do Not Disturb]: Think too much, just like him, his mouth is harder than a diamond, do you think it is possible?

Wen Sui looked at the dialog box, lost in thought.

From his mother's tone, Jiang An should be really short of money. He has just graduated from the college entrance examination, so where can he get living expenses.

No wonder the broken talisman sold him for four thousand and two two days ago.

He looked up at the person who was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed, feeling very uncomfortable.

Jiang An's character is like this, too measured and too strong, if he hadn't moved out at that time, he wouldn't have drawn a clear line with the Wen family right after graduation.Having said that, I guess I still feel a sense of shock in my heart.

Wen Sui finished drying the box of milk with a sullen face, threw it into the trash can a little annoyed, and lay back down again.

This hot pot restaurant has to be bought, and when he becomes the boss, Jiang An will be able to do less hard work and pay more wages, which is perfect.

Thinking of this, he became drowsy and fell asleep again.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt someone flicking his forehead with his fingertips.

Wen Sui opened his eyes angrily when he got up, he was about to vent his anger, his eyes fell on the hand in front of him.

The joints are smooth, fair and slender, and the index finger is curled on the center of his eyebrows. It doesn't look like a hand that should be stirred in the sink.

Too wasteful, garbage shop owner, I wish you an early closing.

Jiang An is really having a miserable time, he has to treat people better.

So the anger was pressed down again, and Wen Sui showed a very enthusiastic smile at the person: "Morning."

Jiang secretly squinted his eyes, feeling a little surprised: "Are you in a good mood today?"

Wen Sui kept the corners of his mouth up and sat up from the bed, like Haidilao customer service: "I slept well last night."

Anyway, I know where to start to make up for it, and it's really okay.

Jiang An glanced at the milk carton in the trash can next to him, trying to figure out what the young master was thinking: "Do you like it?"

"Ah?" Wen Sui followed his gaze, moved back, and said carefully, "Milk is expensive, so you don't need to buy it. I have a lot of it under my bed."

It's hard to hear the word "expensive" from Wen Sui's mouth, especially the three to five yuan, which is quite surprising.

Jiang An handed him the clothes, and asked lightly, "Your card was frozen by Aunt Xie?"

"No, there are too many cards, several." Wen Sui scratched his hair, and said suspiciously, "You are asking such a weird question."

Not in the same channel at all, and chatted back and forth for several rounds.

It was almost eight o'clock, the two of them had their own thoughts, and went out after washing.

It was assembly time, and the corridors were crowded with students everywhere.When they got down the stairs, Jian Ying and Wang Qiyue were standing at the door of the dormitory in Building 1, smoking, and the smoke was lingering.

Seeing someone coming, he shook the lighter in his hand and greeted warmly: "Do you two smoke?"

Wen Sui shook his head, and criticized with a disgusted face: "Smoking is harmful, you will get lung cancer."

Jian Ying was almost choked to death on the spot by these words, and put out the cigarette: "Thank you, I like to curse you in the morning."

"This is my kind concern for my friends." Wen Sui looked at Jiang An sideways, with the corners of his eyes raised, "But you seem to be very good at it."

"Why are you attacking personally?" Jiang An lazily flicked his fingertips, "I've done it twice, it's boring."

Jian Ying whistled: "Listening to what he said, it's worthy of being Jiang Shen, but he is mature and well-mannered. It seems that we are like little brats pretending to be adults."

"That's true, it's off." Wang Qiyue exhaled the cigarette, extinguished it and threw it into the trash can.

Wen Sui sniffed out key words vigilantly: "Two times? Which two times?"

Jiang An looked at him amusedly: "You're from the police station? Ask such a detailed question. It's just young and frivolous and ignorant, just try it casually."

surely not.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, denying himself that it was definitely related to moving away from home.

This good boy who is just sprouting red has dreamed of smoking cigarettes at midnight, and his heart is so bitter.

"Come to me if you want to smoke in the future." Wen Sui frowned and said, "Don't be bored by yourself, it's boring."

Jiang An took a sip, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Then what can I do with you?"

Wen Sui turned his head to look at him, his lips were still very pale because of illness, when he just said that sentence, his voice was loose, inexplicably a little ruffian sexy.

Hey, with such a gentle scum face, how many innocent little girls will be thrown away in the future.

Jiang An: "Well, what's so exciting?"

Wen Sui: "..."

I didn't even think about what to do. Would it be okay to treat you to milk?

He kicked the man angrily, and strode towards the playground: "You owe it to me."

Jiang An stared at the ends of his hair blown by the wind. It was shining silver, very dazzling in the sun.

He lowered his head and smiled lightly. Did someone care about him?

After a good night's sleep, Wen Sui completely recovered.

But the military training is really boring, either standing or punching, and after finally staying up until the afternoon, the whole person is half dead.

There was still an hour before the dismissal, he came out to salute, and made a report: "Instructor, I want to leave a little earlier, can I?"

I still remember the scene of volunteering yesterday, the instructor was quite gentle towards this kind of activist: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Sui casually gave a reason: "After running yesterday, I'm still a little fuzzy."

The instructor glanced at the time, and it was getting closer to the disbandment time: "Okay, pay attention to rest, the military training time is still very long, don't fall down at the beginning."

"Okay." Wen Sui responded quickly, turning his head and quickly glanced at Jiang An in the queue.

The eyes of the two met for a second, and he opened his mouth and made a mouth shape: It's okay, let's withdraw first.

Wen Sui didn't look back, so he hurried back to the dormitory and changed his clothes. His hair was really garish. After putting on a baseball cap, he put on a T-shirt with a hood buttoned up to cover it, and finally blocked it tightly.

All that was left was to squat outside the school gate ahead of time and wait on the sidelines.

In view of the dream at night, Jiang An will probably go to work today, and he is waiting here, and he will not be able to catch anyone.

It's just that the time to wait for someone was really slow. After Wen Sui leaned against a tree and watched a hundred levels, he finally saw Jiang An's figure.

He quickly put away his mobile phone and threw it into his trouser pocket, and followed at a distance not too close, afraid of being discovered, with a few pedestrians interspersed, and his steps were very light.

The person in front didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, walking slowly, and could send a message while distracted.

Your business is quite busy, and you are racing against time to break the world record.

Wen Sui was struggling in his heart, when the phone rang in his trouser pocket, Jiang An seemed to hear the sound and turned his head slightly, he quickly rolled over and hid by the sidewalk tree, with his back to the person.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that the person who sent the message was himself, but he was wronged.

[Jiang]: Seeing that you are not in the dormitory, I ordered food for you, remember to eat

[Do Not Disturb]: OK, I'm going to meet a high school friend first, thanks

Wen Sui sneakily replied to the message, came out from behind the tree, and saw that the person was about to disappear around the corner.

He strode over and watched the person walk into the hot pot restaurant quite naturally, the name of the restaurant was quite familiar.

Sister Huang's hot pot has the same brand as the one in Wucheng, isn't it about to close down, and even opened a branch secretly.

Wen Sui murmured, saying why the takeaway tasted so similar last time, it's not a meal replacement, he came here in person.

But this is much easier to handle. We are all fellow villagers, so it should be more convenient to negotiate the price.

After Wen Sui sent the store name to Xie Ming, he stood quietly at the corner of the street, watching Jiang An leaning against the counter, talking to someone.

He scanned the shop, counter, lobby, tables and chairs, and silently estimated the price in his heart.

Afraid of being discovered and hurting his self-esteem, so as not to delay his part-time job, Wen Sui stood there for a while, then turned his head and walked towards the nearby shopping mall.

After dyeing hair, I need a special shampoo. I didn't think it would be such a trouble when I was tossing, but I have already done it, so I can only make do.

When paying with a bunch of things, he knocked on the counter and asked the clerk in a low voice: "If you wash the dishes frequently, what should you use to protect them, rubber gloves? Hey, isn't this too direct and not good. "

"You have to buy some hand cream anyway. Washing dishes hurts your hands." The girl rolled her eyes with a smile and replied gently.

Wen Sui thought it made sense: "Then which brand of skin care products is the best?"

The girl raised her chin and said enthusiastically, "The one opposite, La Mer, you want to give your girlfriend? That one is very expensive."

Wen Sui was choked up, and he pretended to be calm and took the card to pay: "Would you be happy if I gave it to you?"

"Send, send me? Of course I'm happy, lady face cream." The girl's cheeks flushed, "This is not good."

Faced with such a handsome face with no dead ends, it is obvious that he has fallen into a beautiful fantasy.

"No, don't get me wrong, I'm just asking casually, thank you." Wen Sui ended the conversation quite straightly, and strode towards the opposite side.

As he approached the counter, he went straight to the point: "Please bring me a face cream, please."

A small bottle was placed on the exquisite countertop, and the shopping guide showed a standard smile with eight teeth: "Sir, do you need anything else?"

Wen Sui stared at the bottle, which was not the size of a palm, and muttered in a low voice, "Fuck, it's so small, do you have a bigger bowl?"

Just such a bottle is not enough for Jiang An to last for two days.

As if seeing a fat sheep suddenly, the shopping guide's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the shining glass cabinet: "This is our 500ml, if you need it, I will get it for you right away."

Wen Sui looked over, with a more satisfied expression: "Okay, here are two. He always washes dishes, can this cream be applied to hands?"

"Of course, you can apply it anywhere." The shopping guide opened the order happily, and sighed sincerely, "You are so kind to your girlfriend. It's the first time I saw you and bought two."

Wen Sui coughed and said in a low voice, "It's not a girlfriend, it's..."

Send my brother, it sounds a little strange.

Forget it, why explain so much to her.

"Understood, I haven't caught up with my girlfriend yet. But you're so pretty, I'm sure you can catch up." The shopping guide handed over the list, and at the same time filled the packing box with seraphim, filling the two big jars to the brim. I can't wait to wear three green bows.

Wen Sui was completely speechless by this exaggeration: "No packaging, no box or ticket, just pack it up as you like."

The shopping guide gave him a meaningful look, sighed, and suddenly became enlightened.

Although he is a handsome rich second generation, he seems to have some brain problems, no wonder he still can't catch up.

She took the bag and put the two big jars in, took out the credit card machine and put it on the counter: "No problem, swipe the card here."

Wen Sui glanced at the amount, it was more than 2, he settled the bill neatly, and wandered back to the dormitory with his things.

After eating the takeaway, he lined up with Ji Xiaoyu for a few kings, only to see Jiang An push open the dormitory door with the late night breeze and sit opposite him.

Wen Sui quit the game, and raised his chin as a greeting: "It's too early to be back today?"

"Well, I'm not busy today." Jiang An glanced at the takeaways that had been eaten, and put the insulated box on the table, "Here's the hot milk for you."

Feeling offended, Wen Sui clicked his tongue: "Did you turn a corner and think I'm short? I don't like drinking."

Jiang An twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't expose it: "Aren't you insomnia, milk helps you sleep."

"Oh, it's more or less the same." Wen Sui put down his long legs on the table, stood up neatly, took out two large cans from the side and put them under Jiang An's eyes, "This is for you."

Jiang An glanced at the signboard, but he really didn't understand what the young master was fussing about again: "What do you mean?"

Wen Sui fiddled with the bottle cap with his fingertips, thinking that it would be too hurtful to tell the truth, so he should be more tactful.

He slowly turned away, and said nonsense: "I bought shampoo today, and saw that this thing is 200 yuan, buy one and get one free, so I made two. I can't use it up by myself, so I will give you one."

Jiang An was almost amused by the 200 yuan, so could lying be a little easier.

After a pause for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "When did you start using these?"

"It's not military training recently, so it's easy to get sunburned." Wen Sui almost didn't make it up, scooped up a big spoonful with his fingers, and wiped it directly on the back of Jiang An's hands, "Your hands are quite white, they're sunburned It doesn't look good."

He added in his heart that washing his hands too much would also hurt his hands.

The expression is still pretty, the tone is casual, pretending not to care, but the movements of the hands are very light.

Wen Sui grabbed his right hand and wiped it very carefully. Jiang An's knuckles had a thin layer of calluses, and when he accidentally touched them, he felt a little sour.

He leaned against the edge of the table, hooked his neck, and whispered: "Remember to wipe it every day after I send you off, I want to check."

The wind swept in through the open window, bringing a layer of coolness to the skin, but a little dryness in the heart.

Jiang An half leaned against the back of the chair, lowered his eyes, looked at the hand covering the back of his hand, and slowly touched the fingertips along the wrist, back and forth.

The young master's hands are precious after all, with thin skin and tender flesh, the palms are scorching hot, and the slightest touch can make people's hearts go numb.

He rolled his Adam's apple lightly, guessing the slightest possibility.

People who can run to buy face cream for maintenance...

Is it, a little bit not straight?

The author has something to say: Jiang An: Is he straight or crooked?

Wen Sui: I wanted to buy a pair of rubber gloves, it hurts my self-esteem a bit, so I'd better wipe my hands

There is also a red envelope in today's comment~