summer fireworks

Yan Shu didn't speak.The touch of the kiss still remained on her forehead, and Song Zhilin's lips were soft, so soft that it made her dazed.Her pheromone is the cold rust smell, intertwined with the sweet grass smell, lingering in the air.

She hasn't felt like this for a long time.

Yan Shu's world seems to be peaceful, and it's like standing in the midst of mountains and tsunami, Song Zhilin's fingers are still stroking her mark, making her mind a little dizzy.

"I don't know," Yan Shu finally looked up at her, "I can't tell."

She couldn't say it well, she knew what happened back then, but that was already ten years ago, could it be said that the misunderstanding ten years ago was resolved, and they could pretend that the breakup never happened?Yan Shu asked herself, she couldn't do it.

She knew that Song Zhilin's pain was real, but her pain was also real. So many days and nights for which she couldn't figure out why, didn't they exist?Many thoughts flashed through Yan Shu's mind, and finally settled on four words, I'm so selfish.

Maybe if it was another person, what they say now would never be like her. Maybe they would be elated, feel that they will survive the disaster, and bluntly say that they want to renew their old relationship... But she can't do it, she even the other party I didn't dare to look into my eyes, and could only say some dry words.

For the first time, Yan Shu felt that her self-esteem was so annoying.

The movement of stroking her mark stopped, Song Zhilin seemed to see her embarrassment, she sighed inaudibly, and said softly: "You can think of anything... acquaintances, friends, even bed Partner, you can do anything. I'll listen to you."

She didn't say the word.Song Zhilin couldn't say it, she thought vaguely before going to bed yesterday, if Yan Shu mentioned it, could she try it?It's just that she hasn't come up with a result yet, and drowsiness has swept over her.

Since Yan Shu didn't mention it, there should be no such option.

Yan Shu looked at her face, there was a breeze blowing in from the half-open window, messing up Song Zhilin's strands of hair, the long dark brown hair fell on her collarbone, covering the outline of her face, making her look extraordinarily gentle.

She had a vague feeling—she might, might have missed something.Missed something very important.

Yan Shu reached out to hold Song Zhilin's hand, she desperately wanted to hold something, Song Zhilin's hand was as soft as her lips, the nails were neatly trimmed, and they were a healthy pink.She didn't shake her off.

"That's friends." Yan Shu raised her face, and she chose a word she could most accept. She didn't want to look too strange, and she didn't want to use such a simple word as bed partner to describe their relationship. He bumped Song Zhilin's shoulder with his shoulder and smiled, "Are you okay?"

Song Zhilin's voice was still gentle: "Okay."

Yan Shu pinched her knuckles unconsciously and asked her, "What do you want for breakfast?"

It's not too early, at least it's not long since Song Zhilin went to work, but Song Zhilin looked at Yan Shu's expectant eyes, smiled and said, "What do you have at home? Let me make breakfast."

Yan Shu stuffed the mobile phone that was ordering takeaway back under the pillow, nodded frantically and said, "My family has dumplings, glutinous rice balls, steamed buns, and noodles! I also have slices of toast, tomatoes, and eggs!"

Song Zhilin had already got out of bed, and went to look at the refrigerator with bare feet. The freezer was full. It seemed that cooking dumplings was the pinnacle of her culinary skills.

She took out the tomatoes and eggs, took another pack of noodles, and said, "Let me cook the noodles."

Yan Shu nodded, got up and walked to her side, just about to reach out and hug her from behind, but stopped abruptly.It shouldn't be like this among friends.Why do I have such an idea?A thought flashed through Yan Shu's mind, isn't this bad?Does she still want to fall in love with Song Zhilin?

She felt the same feeling as before, when she asked herself countless times, "If there is still a chance to fall in love with Song Zhilin, would I be willing?" The coolness rising from the soles of the feet went straight to the heart, making her heart tremble slightly .

Yan Shu shook his head desperately in his heart, it's impossible, those pains won't disappear just because of spending one night together.

The mark on the back of her neck was aching. Yan Shu pressed the spot and bit his lip.

"what happened?"

Song Zhilin boiled a pot of water, put the noodles into the pot, took a bowl, was beating eggs, saw Yan Shu standing at the door of the kitchen, and asked:

"not comfortable?"

She was about to put down the bowl and come over, but Yan Shu shook her head first and said, "No."

Then, she raised a smile: "I haven't eaten home-cooked noodles for a long time, and I want to eat it."

Song Zhilin's movements paused, Yan Shu was kicked out of the house suddenly, he had never lived independently, and his cooking skills were infinitely close to zero, at most, he cooked dumplings and made a sandwich, and the noodles in the refrigerator were not opened at all. However, I usually rely on takeaways for a living, so cooking noodles can make her greedy.

She speeded up the egg beating, and while waiting for the noodles to cook, she cut up the tomatoes, fried a simple tomato scrambled egg as a cover, and then used soy sauce and chili oil with a little salt to make the soup base , After the noodles are cooked, pour a spoonful of soup, then put the noodles into a bowl, cover the top with tomato scrambled eggs, sprinkle with a handful of shallots, and a simple breakfast is ready.

"Come here and serve the bowl." Song Zhilin beckoned to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu blinked her eyes, like an obedient puppy, ran over to serve a bowl, but was scalded by the rim of the bowl full of hot soup, her eyes immediately watered, and she said pitifully: " It's hot."

Song Zhilin threw her a pair of oven mitts: "Who told you to take it directly?"

Yan Shu put on his gloves and went out with the bowl in his hand. He was still chanting something in his mouth, his voice was so small that Song Zhilin couldn't hear clearly.

Pretty cute.

Song Zhilin looked at her back, once again feeling hopeless.

She walked into the restaurant with the remaining bowl, and Yan Shu had already sat at the table and ate it.

While biting the scrambled eggs, she asked her, "Why aren't you afraid of being burned?"

Song Zhilin took a bite of the noodles in a slow manner, tasted the taste, and played well without overturning.

"Because I'm used to it," she compared the edge and bottom of the bowl, "it's skillful."

Yan Shu let out a long "Oh—" and continued eating noodles.

Song Zhilin's craftsmanship is good. Although the noodle soup is soy sauce mixed with water, Song Zhilin's base material is well adjusted. The slightly salty fragrance is mixed with the taste of chili oil, which whets the appetite. Tomatoes are fried sour and sweet, eggs Very tender, the noodles are cooked just right, neither soft nor hard, very easy to eat, the smooth taste is matched with scrambled eggs with tomatoes, it feels like a bowl of home-cooked noodles.

"You cook delicious food."

After Yan Shu ate half a bowl of noodles, he gradually became a little full, and his eating speed slowed down, so he started talking to Song Zhilin:

"I didn't think so before."

Song Zhilin ate very well, but most of the noodles in the bowl went down, she swallowed the food first, and then said:

"I didn't have the opportunity to cook before. At most, I grilled together. What can I bake with grilling?"

Yan Shu nodded. They had never cooked together before, only "coincidentally" being assigned to a group during the joint spring outing between the two schools, where they had some innocuous barbecues.

There are many people and little meat, high school students are playful, and no one comes to have a good meal. Except for Song Zhilin's grilled meat skewers, Yan Shu has never eaten her cooking.

As she ate the noodles, her heart suddenly moved.

This homely feeling made Yan Shu feel very warm.Although her family is rich and powerful, they respect each other like ice. They are three strangers living under one roof. Usually, the aunt does not speak loudly when she sees them. Every night, the house is so quiet that she can drop a needle. hear.

It's really good to move out.

Yan Shu felt that apart from the financial constraints, it would be great to move out.She no longer has to be tortured by that atmosphere. She used to love running around in the major clubs in City B, and most of the time she felt it was lively, staying with a group of friends, no matter if they were sincere or not, at least they would not show her face.

The bowl of tomato and egg noodles that Song Zhilin made today is really something she has never tasted before.

Moreover, Song Zhilin did this for her.No one ever did anything for her alone.

Yan Shu lowered her head, she was afraid that the smile on her lips would leak out.

I don't want Song Zhilin to know that she has "more" thoughts.Before Song Zhilin showed "more" thoughts, Yan Shu hoped that they were just such friends.

Song Zhilin had breakfast with her, found her coat from the sofa, frowned and shook, although she didn't frown, but the coat she chose for the party was obviously not suitable for work, it looked too feminine and lacked a trace of sophistication .

It is obviously impossible to go home to get it now. The spare clothes from the office have already been worn home that day... Song Zhilin thought for a few seconds, pointed to Yan Shu's wardrobe, and asked:

"Can I borrow a piece of clothing? I'll bring it back to you in the evening."

"Huh? Huh?" Yan Shu was stunned, she nodded in confusion, "Oh, good."

Song Zhilin opened her wardrobe. Yan Shu's wardrobe was colorful, closely following the trend, and it was full of famous brands, which did not match the poor scene in the room.

Yan Shu jumped over, leaned against the closet and asked her, "What do you want?"

Song Zhilin found out the shirt and trousers, and found out a coat, and said, "I can wear it to work."

"Then I bought it when I graduated, and it's all out of date."

Yan Shu looked at the clothes in her hand, opened the other side of the closet, found some clothes that hadn't been taken out of the dust bag, and said:

"Wear this, I bought it when I moved out to find a job."

Song Zhilin looked at the clothes in her hands, and asked her inexplicably: "You wear this to find a job?"

Yan Shu nodded as a matter of course, and replied confidently: "Yes? What's the matter? She looks like a fashionable beauty at first glance, so you must hire me."

"I probably know why you can't find a job."

Song Zhilin said lightly, and still picked up the clothes she chose:

"I'll be fine wearing these, thank you."