summer fireworks

Yan Shu has been looking forward to going to that pop-up store for a long time. Since it only opens during the Chinese New Year, he only has the opportunity to visit once a year.

In the turbulent crowd, she kept telling herself, don't pay attention to these details, the most important thing is to be in a good mood, but she still couldn't help but peek at Song Zhilin's expression, she pursed her lips tightly, looking unhappy.

Also.

Who can be happy.

Yan Shu could understand Song Zhilin's mood, but he also felt wronged.

She had told Song Zhilin that she didn't want it before, why did Song Zhilin still have this idea, and even wanted to "accidentally" trick her into watching it?

The atmosphere became very dull for a moment, Song Zhilin didn't speak, Yan Shu didn't speak either, the two walked straight forward, and the crowd around them seemed to be separated by a gap.

The pop-up store was right in front of him, but Yan Shu felt that it was meaningless.

There is already a long queue at the entrance of the pop-up store, and it looks like it will take at least half an hour.

Yan Shu lost interest after only one glance.

She tugged at Song Zhilin's sleeve and whispered, "Why don't you go back, there are so many people."

Yan Shu felt a little suffocated when he thought of waiting in line here for so long with nothing to do.

If you come with others, you can still use your mobile phone, but it’s not good to use your mobile phone while queuing with your girlfriend, right?

Song Zhilin glanced at her in surprise, and had already reached the end of the line: "Everyone is here, why don't you watch?"

She looked at the team and said, "It doesn't seem like there are many people."

Song Zhilin is not afraid of queuing, she has not enjoyed many privileges in her life, she is familiar with queuing, it is something that has been integrated into her life, there is really no need to stop watching it because there are too many people.

Song Zhilin felt that Yan Shu was more likely to be throwing a temper tantrum. Her insistence on going to see the painting just now made her unhappy. If she followed Yan Shu and stopped visiting the pop-up store now, Yan Shu would be even more unhappy.

Seeing that Song Zhilin had already started to line up, Yan Shu had no choice but to stand there.

The line was so long that it couldn't be seen at a glance, and everyone in the line was very excited. Most of them were taking selfies with their mobile phones. If Yan Shu was not careful, he would see himself in other people's cameras.

After two or three times, Yan Shu became impatient.

"You stand in front of me."

She told Song Zhilin that before Song Zhilin agreed, she stood behind Song Zhilin, and she felt much more comfortable after staying away from those excited people.

However, Yan Shu soon felt uncomfortable again.

The pop-up store was opened in a shopping mall, and the crowd was huge, and the line was winding, so that the line was a bit crowded, and the people behind would keep squeezing into Yan Shu.

When Yan Shu was pushed onto Song Zhilin's back for the third time, she finally couldn't help being angry.

"How about we stop watching! There are too many people!"

She lowered her voice and said to Song Zhilin.

Listening to Yan Shu's tone, Song Zhilin felt that this was not an ordinary unhappiness.

"What's wrong?" She asked as gently as possible, she was still a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that he had said several times that he wanted to leave, but Song Zhilin insisted on not leaving, Yan Shu couldn't help being even more angry.

I didn't see her being very interested at the beginning, so why do you insist on it now?

Yan Shu said: "There are too many people, they keep squeezing me."

Song Zhilin was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look behind her, the line behind Yan Shu was already very long, maybe it was because the line was longer, everyone seemed impatient.

Song Zhilin took Yan Shu's arm, moved her to the front, wrapped her in his arms, and said, "This way we won't squeeze you."

Yan Shu was silent.

She wanted to be angry, but was too embarrassed to continue to be angry.

Song Zhilin's embrace was very warm, and the soft woolen coat surrounded her, giving Yan Shu a strong sense of peace of mind. Song Zhilin's body exuded a pleasant scent of perfume, which calmed Yan Shu's heart unconsciously. down.

There are still bustling crowds around, but it seems less disturbing.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, it was finally their turn.

Yan Shu and Song Zhilin entered the pop-up store. This store mainly sells New Year-themed items. There are all kinds of them. It looks dazzling. After Yan Shu selected a few lipsticks, he took a look at them. A circle, intend to go out.

Song Zhilin followed her with a shopping basket, feeling a little unbelievable: "Is that all?"

They ran over from home on purpose, queued for such a long time, and walked around like this for more than ten minutes. Is Yan Shu ready to go back?

Yan Shu looked at the check-in points she saw on the Internet, hesitated for a moment, took out her mobile phone and handed it to Song Zhilin: "Then take a few photos before leaving."

Song Zhilin helped her take photos in those places, but there were too many people around, so she took several photos, but the results were not satisfactory.

There were more and more people waiting to take pictures, Yan Shu was too embarrassed to stand there to take pictures, so he gave up his position, and left with Song Zhilin a little unwillingly.

On the way back to the car, Yan Shu flipped through the photos and tried his best to fix the person next to him, but after trying several times, he still couldn't do it perfectly, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Her emotions affected Song Zhilin. In the past, Song Zhilin would chat with her when driving, but today Song Zhilin was very silent, pursing her lips and not saying a word.

There was radio music playing in the car, and Song Zhilin felt annoyed when he heard it, so he simply turned it off.

When the music stopped suddenly, Yan Shu turned his head and asked in confusion, "What do you turn it off for?"

Song Zhilin replied stiffly: "I don't want to hear it."

Yan Shu wanted to say something, but seeing Song Zhilin's expression, he wisely didn't speak.

It was nearly dinnertime when they got home.

Grandma Song was sitting on the sofa watching the rebroadcast of yesterday's Spring Festival Gala, knitting a couple of needles. When she saw them coming back, she raised her head and looked at them in surprise:

"Are you back?"

"Well," Song Zhilin didn't want grandma to see that she was in a bad mood, so she forced a smile, "I came back after shopping around."

Yan Shu followed suit and nodded: "There are too many people on the street."

Grandma Song's eyes turned around the faces of the two of them, and for a moment, Song Zhilin knew that she must have seen it.

Grandma has been with her day and night for so many years, and she can't hide any small emotions from her.

Song Zhilin took the dried sweet potatoes from the tea table, gnawed on the dried sweet potatoes, pretended nothing happened, sat down beside Grandma Song, and asked her in a coquettish tone, "What are we having for dinner?"

Grandma Song glanced at her, then at Yan Shu: "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Shu didn't want Grandma Song to worry, so she was also sitting in the living room, slowly eating a piece of dried sweet potato.

Song Zhilin said: "What dishes did you have yesterday, do you want to eat hot pot today?"

Grandma Song didn't agree to her immediately, but waited for Yan Shu's answer.

Yan Shu thought for a while, then said, "I want to eat oriole meat..."

Grandma Song showed a smile: "Let's eat hot pot later, Zhilin, you fry some oriole meat for Xiaoyan first."

Song Zhilin didn't say anything, put down the dried sweet potato in his hand, stood up from the sofa, and was about to go to the kitchen to fry the oriole meat.

Grandma Song didn't get up, she was obviously going to let Song Zhilin cook this dish by herself, but she just shouted: "I've finished everything and put it in the refrigerator, in the box on the second floor."

Song Zhilin responded from a distance, took the box from the refrigerator, and was going to fry the oriole meat in the kitchen.

She picked up the oil pan, watched the oil slowly heat up, and bubbles came out one by one. Song Zhilin coated the yellow sparrow meat that grandma had prepared with a thin layer of flour, and gently put down the oil pan , The snow-white coat immediately turned golden yellow.

Song Zhilin stared at the piece of oriole meat, it was heaving and rolling in the pot, she couldn't help but bewildered, she and Yan Shu had such an unpleasant fight this afternoon, and now she is still frying the oriole for her Meat, in fact... is not easy.

She remembered that when they were young, they fell in love. If there was any unpleasantness, they might not speak for a week.

It is an honor to compete who can persist in ignoring the other party for a longer time.

Song Zhilin couldn't help sighing in her heart.

She has already brought Yan Shu home, so it will be different in the future.

Even if there is no difference, it has to be the same.

Song Zhilin knew very well in her heart that from the moment she brought Yan Shu to see her grandma, she and Yan Shu were no longer simply in love, but more committed.

What's more, she was wearing an engagement ring of the same style as Yan Shu's on her ring finger.

Song Zhilin didn't want to make grandma worry because of her little unpleasantness with Yan Shu this afternoon.

It's really not something she can accept to worry about the old man because of arguing with his girlfriend.

Song Zhilin originally hoped that she could get away with it, but grandma had already seen it, otherwise she wouldn't have let her fry this oriole meat.

Deep-fried oriole meat has always been a grandmother's job in Song Zhilin's house. Song Zhilin didn't cook it properly, and Song Zhilin would practice it when he ate it by himself, but if it was for guests, it was naturally grandma's hands.

The oriole meat exploded in the pot, and Song Zhilin quickly lowered his head, only to see that the edges of the oriole meat in the pot were burnt and overcooked.

You shouldn't be distracted... Song Zhilin was very annoyed, she carefully picked out this piece of oriole meat with chopsticks, threw it into the trash can, took another piece, coated it with flour, and gently put it into the oil pan.

The oriole meat was tumbling again in the pot, Song Zhilin stared at it intently, thinking in his heart, don't let grandma worry, and make up with Yan Shu later.

This piece of oriole meat was well fried, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, golden and crispy on the surface, slightly browned on the edges, exuding the unique aroma of oil.

Song Zhilin put it in a thermos bowl and continued to fry up the remaining oriole meat. In less than ten minutes, a plate of oriole meat was freshly baked.

Song Zhilin carried it to the living room, and Yan Shu was already sitting beside Grandma Song, watching Grandma Song knitting, saying a few words from time to time, which made Grandma laugh out loud.

Song Zhilin watched this scene, and the depression in her heart just now dissipated a lot unconsciously. She put the plate in front of Yan Shu, and smiled:

"Eat, your oriole meat."