Song Tan Jishi

Qiaoqiao looked at her shoes... they were old and stained with a little mud and snow.

Look at the shoes of the brother opposite, they are so clean!

He tried to imitate his sister's usual behavior and nodded calmly: "Okay then - but it's because my shoes are bad, not because I'm bad at work."

Lu Chuan almost laughed out loud.

"Yes." He said decisively: "It's a problem with the shoes, so I'll move it."

He handed the scarf over: "Then please wrap this watermelon."

Qiao Qiao found a job again and was full of confidence now: "Okay! I am particularly good at wrapping watermelons."

Lu Chuan stared at the two cracked watermelons in the box on the ground, smelled the faint sweetness of the watermelons in the cold air, and sighed with regret.

The bottom of the box was a little wet from the snow, but it didn't affect the handling. Lu Chuan looked at the cucumbers, eggs and watermelons placed in his trunk, and at Qiaoqiao who was fighting hard with her cashmere scarf, and asked curiously: "Are all the things in the back seat of the car for me?"

Although Song Tan had taken photos of him for confirmation early, the sense of volume was obviously different in the photos and in reality.

This is probably too much.

Qiao Qiao didn't even raise her head: "Yeah, sister said I packed a little extra for you because express delivery is inconvenient at ordinary times. There are yellow cabbage, black cabbage, Chinese cabbage, cabbage, lettuce, all included! There are also some peppers and tomatoes..."

Lu Chuan looked at the large and small baskets and boxes, and wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything at the moment, so he had to move on.

After all, he is very strong, and now he can arrange everything in the trunk in a few clicks. As soon as he turned his head, he heard someone speaking behind him:

"Huh?"

…

Song Tan was holding the grilled sausage. From a distance, he saw someone moving things beside the car. The person probably got out of the car without a coat. He was only wearing a black cashmere sweater with a half-high collar. His neck looked slender and his skin was like snow.

The peaked cap covered the upper half of his face, but a few ferocious red marks were still faintly visible.

"Hiss..." She felt a little guilty.

Because I didn't expect that the scar would spread to his head and face. What makes people even more guilty is that the other party's physique is quite extraordinary. His current body...

cough.

Let's put it this way, ordinary people eat food with a little spiritual energy and digest it in their bodies, leaving nothing behind.

Because the family members have changed over time, they can only save a little or two.

And he can save three to five out of ten. In the long run, there is no problem in extending your life, staying healthy, and getting better and better. But there is a limit to this, and it will not become a superman.

But everything has its pros and cons. For example, if he retains a lot of spiritual energy in his body now, he will be very resistant to the filth of the outside world, and his skin will be sensitive and intolerable...

In daily life, it may be a little troublesome.

Just a little bit……

From a distance, he looked like a ball of moonlight that was different from others, an existence that could be seen at a glance.

Song Tan felt even more guilty.

She quickly took two steps forward and saw that the other party had already moved the things and was rolling up his sleeves. She thought about it again and again, and finally blurted out -

"...have you finished moving?"

Lu Chuan turned around.

Under the illumination of the street lights, his appearance seemed to have been filtered, and even the surprise and smile in his eyes were so obvious.

After a pause, he said, "Yeah. Sorry, I'm late."

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Tan again. It was obvious that the girl in front of him, whose skin was brighter than snow, was quite different from the girl in his vague impression who looked pitiful and had a deep sense of exhaustion.

Song Tan was full of guilt at this moment. What could she say at this moment? What's more, she was not in a hurry. Otherwise, if she had just called, the other party would have answered it no matter what.

She stuffed the sausage into Qiaoqiao's hands and said, "Here, eat it quickly, it will cool down in a while."

Qiaoqiao said "Wow" and quickly took it, obviously forgetting what she just said, so Lu Chuan couldn't help but took another look.

Then he asked: "Did you not eat? What do you want to eat?"

Song Tan waved her hand: "No, I'll go back to the hotel to eat later - what is this?"

She lifted up the white scarf in Qiao Qiao's arms, and she didn't know how to tie it. The soft scarf was knotted a few times, and the way it was lifted up in the end looked like the head presented to the emperor in the TV series...

cough.

Song Tan retracted his divergent thoughts and stared at the light red mark slowly seeping out from the bottom of the cashmere scarf. He couldn't help but look at Lu Chuan:

"Your scarf? Is it wrapped in watermelon?"

Her watermelons are expensive, but they are not worth a scarf of this quality!

Lu Chuan paused: "Well, I just slipped and dropped the watermelon - it's okay. The scarf can be sent for dry cleaning."

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and then looked at Qiao Qiao: "Who dropped the watermelon?"

Qiao Qiao quickly took a bite of the sausage and looked around: "Sister, my shoes are old! I even pinched a snowball for you - hey, where is my snowball?"

He became anxious and held it for a long time!

Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh. It was snowing and the air was much clearer, which made him feel very comfortable and happy. At this moment, he pointed to a puddle of scattered snow marks on the ground that had not yet melted:

"Is this it? It seemed like you stepped on it just now..."

It was only when he stepped on this ball of snow that was about to melt that the bottom slid along the snowy water, and Qiao Qiao almost fell down.

Watermelon is naturally...

Qiao Qiao instantly became frustrated: "I stepped on the snowball and dropped the watermelon..."

Song Tan understood instantly, and now she was staring at Qiao Qiao, thinking that she had to teach her well when she returned to the hotel in the evening, how could she let others take the blame for her actions? I don’t know what this savior does, but he does writing work very smoothly——

Who dropped the watermelon has no subject at all, it is mainly about being secretive, right?

However, the Lu Chuan in front of him could be regarded as an acquaintance. Song Tan was no longer polite. He was holding Qiao Qiao and said, "Eat quickly and get in the car after eating."

Then he smiled at Lu Chuan and said, "It's snowing, I have to go back to the hotel quickly...10 Remember to come to the pig killing feast!"

After thinking for a while, he asked: "I may go back in two days. Do you want to go together? I drove."

Lu Chuan shook his head: "No trouble, I'll take my mother with me, and two friends will also set off from other provinces. I wonder if it will be too intrusive?"

Song Tan waved his hands, unable to bear the politeness: "Didn't you already tell me? My mother's room has been prepared for you. Come on, come on! Feel free to come! There will be more than ten tables that day!"

Then he waved his hand: "Then you go back first, it's very cold."

This person isn't even wearing a down jacket.

Lu Chuan was not that afraid of the cold, not to mention that the air outside was much better than inside the car, but he glanced at Qiao Qiao and did not refuse. At this moment, he thanked her and turned around and drove away.

And Qiaoqiao got into the car: "Sister, brother is so beautiful!"

Song Tanzheng replied to the driver - the driver went to borrow a toilet at the Golden Arch Gate in the distance, queued up, apologized and said he would be back in ten minutes...

This is not a big deal. Song Tan responded and said perfunctorily to Qiao Qiao: "Yes, so beautiful."