[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Mingcheng made a long mental preparation before going in, and after he went in he stumbled, just bought a few packs of food, but he seemed as if he had just done physical work, he was exhausted until he got out from the crowd in front of the shop, He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sincere!"

Mingcheng raised his head in the midst of an angry voice, saw a small figure waving his hands in the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped forward quickly.

"Here... this is crabapple cake, this is Shuang Niang Tuan, um... Those who want glutinous rice don't need soybean flour, and then wrap it in two layers of paper..." Mingcheng stood with a food bag in each hand, standing in front of him. In front of them, they were carefully distinguished and solemnly handed over to Yiqiu.

Compared with Mingcheng's serious appearance, Yiqiu is more careless, grabbing something from Mingcheng's hand, and putting it on his fingers casually, Yiqiu puts on a big smile: "Thank you, Chengcheng, but... you are very Tired... full of sweat."

When he went in, Mingcheng was dressed in a clean suit, and now his hair was wet against his temples, Yiqiu took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket, stood on tiptoe, and made a gesture to wipe Mingcheng's sweat.

With Qiusheng's delicacy, her words and deeds are very difficult to detect on weekdays. It is said that she is still twelve years old, and will reach the age of marriage in a few years.Mingcheng and Yiqiu are familiar, but it is rare to see her peacefully, now she is smiling peacefully, he suddenly realizes the difference between men and women, and involuntarily takes a few steps back.

"No.. nothing, I.. I'm not tired!"

Yiqiu tilted his head, and smiled brighter: "Aren't you really tired?"

Mingcheng stared at his saliva: "I'm really not tired."

"Then carry me on your back!"

"what?"

Yiqiu's eyes were narrowed into slits, and there was a lovely pear dimple on her face, which matched her recent peach red cheongsam very pleasingly.Mingcheng looks at Yiqiu, but always feels that something is weird.

"You carry me on your back!" Yiqiu repeated, twisting his ankle, hitting his calf with a bitter face, with a tired expression on his face.Mingcheng looked at the two empty-handed attendants around him, and then at himself who was full of handbags, his face shrunk into a ball with confusion.

"Okay, I'm really tired!"

Yiqiu hummed coquettishly, almost sitting on the ground and rolling.Mingcheng looked around and turned his head away, not paying attention to the guard door here, and felt more and more that something was not right this day.

"Sincere!"

Yiqiu grabbed the corner of Mingcheng's clothes and shook it, with a pitiful expression on his face.Mingcheng looked down at Yiqiu, who was not even close to his chest, and nodded unconsciously: "Okay!"

Receiving the promise, Yiqiu smiled and widened his eyes, looking very happy.Mingcheng looked at Yiqiu, then looked at the things in his hands, and was worried and didn't know what to do, when he saw Yiqiu grabbed the bag in his hand, stuffed it in his hand, and followed them all the time, silent Then he opened his arms and stood in front of him, blinking, waiting for him to crouch down so he could climb up.

In an instant, everything in Mingcheng's and Yiqiu's hands disappeared.And the two "bodyguards" who had just turned their heads to the side despite Mingcheng's suggestion and gave them winks just now respectfully followed behind Yiqiu, easily holding the food that Yiqiu collected.

Mingcheng looked at the little girl with pink make-up and jade who was waiting for him to carry her hands up, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his heart, but before he could react, he was interrupted by Yiqiu's urging voice.

Mingcheng blinked, sighed, and stopped thinking about it, but turned around, squatted down, and let Yiqiu lie on his stomach.

When the soft, small body was pressed against his back, another kind of body temperature that did not belong to him made Mingcheng's face a little red.Yiqiu's arm is fleshy, unlike his, it looks like white lotus root.When he stood up, Yiqiu's exclamation came from his ears, full of vitality, and a burst of warm breath.

Yiqiu was thinking of teasing, but when Mingcheng stood up, he rose suddenly, as if going to an amusement park, Yiqiu exclaimed.

She is very short, a little too short, and she is also chubby. Normally, she struggles to get enough of anything a little taller.But Mingcheng is different, even some malnourished Yiqiu has to look up to see the face.

The feeling of growing taller suddenly makes Yiqiu, who has always been very "childlike", very happy.

When he got to a high place, his field of vision also widened. Lie on Mingcheng's back, and he could see all the pavement on the overpass.Yiqiu smiled and bared her teeth, lying on Mingcheng's back and started kicking, her hands were restless.

Since autumn is not heavy, Mingcheng can still carry it steadily, but when Qiu suddenly moves, Mingcheng loses his center of gravity, his feet slant, and he almost falls.

"Yiqiu..." The call was neither heavy nor light, whether it was a reprimand, but Mingcheng's voice sounded a little sad.The instigator, however, deserved his death, still smiling happily.

Mingcheng sighed and turned upside down: "Don't move around..."

Yiqiu shook his feet, and patted Mingcheng's shoulder lazily: "Well, Chengcheng is still young, so he won't be unstable when he grows up." Saying so, Yiqiu is still obedient After a while, he wrapped his arms around Mingcheng's neck, and stopped kicking with his feet.

In the future? That is, will he be required to carry it in the future?Mingcheng smiled, a little helpless, but didn't say anything.

Yiqiu loves to play, but he didn't finish the long bridge after all. Mingcheng carried Yiqiu on his back, turned around and returned the same way.

The sun was setting, dusk was falling, and the sky was shining with golden light.Yiqiu gradually calmed down and buried her head in Mingcheng's shoulder.

Yiqiu's body is hot, and the strange thing is that Mingcheng doesn't feel irritable in the scorching summer.He turned him upside down again, but Yiqiu still obediently lay on his neck.

"Yiqiu is about to fall."

Although Mingcheng is not yet eighteen, his voice has already changed. The youthful innocence is mixed with the man's deepness, and there are a few wisps of subtle tenderness, like a tuft of soft hair, gently tickling the ear sockets.

Yiqiu moved his head, wondering if he had fallen asleep.With Yiqiu on his back, Mingcheng walked very slowly. The setting sun made their shadows very long.