So cute, can't help it

When it comes to his familiarity with the environment near the test route, He Qing is much less shy than Coach Wu.

Fang Shujia is far away from Nantah University, and it takes several hours by plane. Unless there is a long holiday, he usually stays at the school. Occasionally, he is pulled out by Yu Wuwei to walk around, but he has never been nearby.

Fang Shu followed He Qing around, and came to a small restaurant in a secluded alley.

The owner of the restaurant was an elderly couple. Before they approached, the aroma of wontons wafted into his nose, and Fang Shu involuntarily sucked his nose.

He Qing smiled.

Fang Shu tilted his head and looked at He Qing: "Do you come here often?"

The smile on He Qing's face faded a little: "I'll drive here when I think about it."

remember?

Shouldn't it be time to eat?

Just as Fang Shu was about to ask, the proprietress came out of the restaurant and said with a smile, "Please come in quickly, do you want two bowls of wontons?"

He Qing said "um", and ordered the food skillfully: "It's a big bowl."

Fang Shu followed closely behind: "I want a big bowl too."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Shu twice, and suggested with a smile: "Little friend, we also have medium bowls and small bowls here."

Fang Shu didn't react: "???"

He Qing smiled lowly: "Give him a small bowl."

The proprietress agreed and went to the back kitchen to report the menu.

Fang Shu felt unconvinced after knowing it: "I can also eat a big bowl."

He Qing found a corner seat, and pulled the little boy to sit down: "Their home has a lot of wontons, and the small bowls are equivalent to the bowls in other stores on the market."

Fang Shu thought about the amount of the big bowl, but he didn't think about it for a moment.

The interior decoration of the restaurant is quite old-fashioned, with dim incandescent lamps, and the tabletops are wiped clean. In addition to paper towels, there are also several bottles of seasonings for diners to add by themselves.

Fang Shu glanced at the price list posted on the wall, and the price was actually cheaper than the market: "Large quantity and low price, won't you lose money?"

"What's the point of losing money?" Fang Shu lowered his voice, but the proprietress still heard it.

The proprietress turned out of the back kitchen with a food plate in her hand. There were two bowls of wontons, one big and one small, on the food plate.

Wonton is a clear soup, the soup base is rich and fragrant, which will whet the appetite.

The lady proprietress put the wontons on the table one by one and said, "The old man and I don't live by the storefront. There used to be residential buildings around the alley, and the city planned to relocate, and many people moved out. The reason why the door has not been closed is just that some old people Customers like this one, many people move to other places, and often drive all the way to eat here. If the door is closed, I’m afraid they won’t be able to eat in the future.”

After all, whether the wonton shop makes money or not is not what the boss and the proprietress care about. When people live to their age, what they care about is often a little precious friendship between people.

"However, the wonton shop won't last for a few days."

He Qing frowned: "Why?"

The proprietress sighed a long time: "Urban planning requires demolition and reconstruction, widening the driveway. Since the land is for public use, you can't just hold on to it, how ignorant you are."

The proprietress chatted a few more words and walked away with the food tray.

He Qing handed the scalded porcelain peony to Fang Shu: "This old shop has been open for decades, and it only sells one flavor. If you don't like it, I'll bring you..." Go eat something else.

Fang Shu lowered his head, scooped up a wonton, and swallowed it in one gulp: "It's delicious. I like it."

"Just say it's delicious if you taste it." He Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it not hot?"

Fang Shu opened his lips slightly and exhaled intermittently, "...it's hot."

He Qing took out two pieces of paper and spread them on Fang Shu's lips: "Don't burn it, spit it out quickly."

Fang Shu shook his head, the corners of his eyes were red from burning, but he still swallowed all the wontons slowly: "It's over."

He Qing: "..."

He Qing was angry and funny, and leaned over: "Open your mouth, let me see if your tongue is hot."

Fang Shu opened his mouth obediently, his shell-like teeth, his red lips, and his soft red tongue could be seen at a glance.

He Qing pinched the little boy's chin with his hand.

The proprietress came over with a bowl of jelly: "I heard that one of you said that you were burned, and I will give you a bowl of jelly."

He Qing withdrew his hand, took the jelly and placed it in front of Fang Shu.

Fang Shu said to the proprietress, "Thank you."

The proprietress turned around with a smile and continued to look at the busy people in the back kitchen.

The jelly is transparent, with finely crushed peanuts, raisins and hawthorn pieces on top, thickened with brown sugar water that is not too sweet, sweet and cool, appetizing and greasy.

With jelly as a buffer, Fang Shu ate a bowl of wontons cleanly, his stomach slightly propped up.

He Qing scanned the QR code to pay, and transferred it to the proprietress together with the jelly money.

When the proprietress heard the audio bill collection broadcast and chased after her, there were no big or small figures at the end of the alley.

The alley was deep and long, not too spacious, and after a few cars parked, it became inconvenient for pedestrians to pass.

Fang Shu was walking carefully against the wall when He Qing's low voice suddenly sounded above his head: "The first time I came here was when I was here."

Fang Shu was stunned.

He Qingdao: "Before the college entrance examination, I had a conflict with my family and it was very tense. I ran out alone, and my mother searched all over the city to find me and brought me here."

He Qing paused, his voice could not hear any emotion: "That was the last time I had dinner with my family."

Fang Shu stopped and looked at He Qing blankly.

He Qing closed his eyes, couldn't see his expression clearly, he subconsciously groped into his pocket, and when he touched the hard cigarette case in his pocket, he paused, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Fang Shuxin looked like he had been punched, feeling bored and uncomfortable.

Fang Shu took two quick steps to catch up with He Qing, and grabbed his hand: "Come on, I don't mind."

He Qing lowered his eyes.

Fang Shu let go of his hand, and took two steps back: "At worst, I can go further away, and I will..."

"You don't need to go." He Qing pulled him back: "Do you still remember what Brother He said?"

Fang Shu raised his eyes: "?"

He Qing rolled his throat: "Jiaojiao asked Brother He to kiss, Brother He can do anything."

It seems to have said so.

Fang Shu thought for a while, then held He Qing's hand instead, stood on tiptoe, and moved towards He Qing's chin.

He Qing turned his head away.

Fang Shu froze.

He Qing rubbed his hair: "Don't think about it, Brother He hasn't shaved his beard, he will tie you."

He Qing didn't want to see the little boy's delicate skin being shaved red by his beard again.

"It's okay." Fang Shu glanced at the stubby beard on He Qing's chin, blushing with shame, and stood on tiptoe again: "It's Brother He... I'm fine."

He Qing's breathing became heavy, and his heartbeat was as heavy as a drum, pounding, almost breaking his chest.

He Qing's deep eyes captured the little boy's beautiful face, which was close at hand, he grabbed the little boy's wrist, and pulled him into the alley next to him.

The short alley connects to the long alley, and at the end of the long alley is a driveway full of people. The sound of car horns is pulled past, echoing in the long alley and swinging into the short alley.

Fang Shu couldn't hear clearly, his back was against the cold wall, He Qing's short thick beard brushed against his chin, and he couldn't help shaking.

He Qing let out a deep laugh, holding the back of the little boy's head with his big hands, pressing his rough fingers into his hair, and lowered his head to lean over.

Fang Shu raised his neck, his eyes were foggy, and his face was blushing.

Fang Shu couldn't use his strength at all, and asked softly, "Brother He, is there... is there any improvement?"

"No." He Qing didn't change his face, and the breathy voice that came out of his words sprayed on Fang Shu's ears: "Jiaojiao, let Brother He kiss again."

Tears rolled from the corners of Fang Shu's eyes, his eyes were blurred, and the back of his head was completely numb with He Qing's big hands.

Finally separated a little distance from He Qing, he grabbed He Qing's clothes: "Wait, we...we are still..."

"Does Jiaojiao want to kiss Brother He?" He Qing's chin rested on the little boy's shoulder, and his rough fingertips pressed against the little boy's scalp.

Being exposed to the sun and rain all year round, He Qing's hands were thick and calloused, and his scalp was itchy and prickly.

Fang Shu's legs were weak and trembling, he curled his arms around He Qing's thick neck, and approached his ear in a low voice: "...Think."

……

Coach Wu led the students back to the signboard that said [Subject No. [-] Exam Route Starting Point]. He Qing's car stopped at the same spot, but there was no one in the car.

"Didn't you come out early?" Coach Wu rubbed his chin and muttered puzzledly.

The student yelled in the distance: "Coach, it's time to practice the car."

"Here we come." Coach Wu waved his hand and walked towards the students.

Maybe Lao He has something to do, he should be back in a while.

However, when Coach Wu led the rest of the students to finish the third lap and half of the students had run on the fourth lap, He Qing's car was still parked under the sign.

Coach Wu: "???"

Coach Wu seemed to have seen a ghost for most of the day. What on earth did He Qing do? He didn't come back for most of the day. Do you still want the car?

Coach Wu took out his mobile phone and dialed He Qing's number to ask where he was, when footsteps sounded behind him.

Coach Wu turned his head, and He Qing was standing a few steps away from him, with the little boy who disappeared with him beside him.

"Where did you go?" Coach Wu hung up the phone and walked over: "Why is the kid's mouth so red and swollen, and his eyes are also red?"

Fang Shu covered his mouth, moved two steps away from He Qing, and didn't start.

He Qing raised his eyebrows and looked away: "It's nearby, I'll take him to open a small stove."

Coach Wu realized that a few talkative students under him at the table mentioned something that shouldn't be mentioned, and He Qing and the kid didn't move their chopsticks much during the whole process.

Coach Wu gave a "tsk" in his heart, blaming him too. He was so happy to see Xu Daofu getting the punishment he deserved, so he didn't stop talking, and said a few more words in front of the students.

He Qing said: "What are you calling me for? Do you need something from me?"

Coach Wu thought that He Qing took Fang Shu to eat spicy pot, and didn't ask any more questions, "It's okay. I plan to take all the students back after running four laps. I want to ask when you will come back."

He Qing glanced at the students practicing in the distance: "What lap is it?"

"Four." Coach Wu held up four fingers: "Less than half of the people have not run, and the others have finished four laps. Are your children still running?"

"Yes." He Qing looked at the little boy who was looking towards him: "Run around to deepen your memory."

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