Fu Shiyan was woken up by a vague fragrance. When he woke up, the soreness finally disappeared and his whole body was soaked. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, seeing several white water lilies planted by the bedside.
There was a noise in the small kitchen in the room, and he looked around. Jiang Shu was standing there, seemingly making soup, without looking back.
Fu Shiyan curled his lips and did not disturb the tranquility.
He quietly got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When he came out again, Jiang Shu was gone. Fu Shiyan thought he was hallucinating and it was just a dream.
But the soup she stewed was really there when it was placed on the table.
Jiang Shu left nothing behind, and Fu Shiyan subconsciously looked at the bay window. There was no sign that it had been read.
He wiped his hair with a towel with one hand, sat at the dining table, and poured himself a bowl of soup. His movements were a little slow, and he drank slowly.
Her cooking skills are good, but it has been a long time since he tasted such good food.
He looked particularly lonely.
Fu Shiyan closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, opened the door and ran out without even putting on his coat.
Secretary Huo, who was guarding the door, was startled. Looking at the back of the man running like a young man, he shouted: "Mr. Fu, put on your coat! Your illness is not cured yet!"
no respond.
Secretary Huo stamped his feet, turned around, picked up Fu Shiyan's coat, and followed him out.
Jiang Shu was standing next to a street tree on the roadside downstairs, seemingly waiting for the bus, looking left and right from time to time.
There are many people around, but she stands here, like a silent lake, making people look at her uncontrollably.
Fu Shiyan stopped running down and looked at her back from a short distance away. The corners of his freshly washed hair turned up, making her whole person look soft.
Jiang Shu seemed to feel his burning gaze, and slowly turned around, hitting the bull's-eye.
She was not surprised. When Fu Shiyan came over, she said, "I was betting just now. If you chase me down, I will promise you what you said."
Fu Shiyan's heart suddenly dropped. He pursed his lips, grabbed Jiang Shu's hand, and walked forward.
"Then you won the bet."
Jiang Shu lowered her eyes and followed him without resisting. She was just a little sad, why couldn't he do it before.
She deliberately lowered her voice when speaking, "I haven't eaten yet."
Fu Shiyan paused slightly and looked around. Not far ahead was the night market.
He led her away, holding her hand very tightly and occasionally letting go, for fear of hurting her.
There are always a lot of people in the night market, and they are bustling and rubbing each other. When they come towards me, they are like sentient beings walking over.
Fu Shiyan, a person who has always lived at a high level, didn't have a word of disdain at this time.
Jiang Shu picked a barbecue stall, ordered a lot of skewers, and handed the menu to Fu Shiyan, "I don't have any money with me, I may ask you to give it to me later."
Her eyes looked particularly innocent amid the smoke.ωωw..net
Fu Shiyan touched his pockets and found that his wallet and cell phone were not on him. When he raised his eyes, Secretary Huo was standing not far behind them, watching over them. He drove the car over.
He curled his lips and hummed.
Jiang Shu bent down and wiped the tables, chairs and benches with paper towels again, looking particularly skillful, while saying: "I have been staying in the mountains for the past two months, and I haven't eaten meat for a long time."
Fu Shiyan realized that she had something to say and she asked for two more cases of beer. He frowned.
Jiang Shu opened the can of beer and took a sip, frowning in pain.