Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

"Then can you eat quickly?" Qian Cheng couldn't imagine what this guy would say to him, even though big and small matter these days, he should have gotten used to it long ago.

"Order me a stew pot."

"Hey, you really..."

"You have the strength to speak when you are full."

This crock pot soup business is good, maybe because of winter, everyone likes to drink something hot.The two drank together for a long time, and finally warmed up from the soles of their feet to the palms of their hands.

"Is it brewing?" Qian Cheng finished eating the few ribs left, and when the old man finished his long dinner slowly, Qian Cheng was a bit impatient, and he didn't want others to be so cheap.

"Ah," Ding Zile looked around, and finally turned his gaze back, "I was thinking, do you like rings? Let's go buy a pair?"

Qian Cheng was stunned when he heard this: "Are you having a seizure? Why do you want to buy a ring all of a sudden?"

"It just occurred to me..." Ding Zile stirred the soup with a spoon, "Is it a token?"

A token of love.Ding Zile thought so in his heart, but he didn't have the nerve to say it, because it sounded a bit silly.

"It's... quite expensive." Qian Cheng said, "For tokens, you can use anything else."

"It's okay..." Ding Zile didn't insist anymore, "I just want to stay with you longer."

"Yes, I know." Qian Cheng nodded.

In fact, Ding Zile has some thoughts that he can't share with Qian Cheng yet.Of course he knew that this idea sounded sudden, and Qian Cheng might not be able to understand what he meant right away.

Maybe it was Zhou Xun's mother's words that made him suddenly a little nervous, and made him want to leave something for the other party. Although he and Qian Cheng had just started and hadn't reached this point yet, he was still a little eager.

... But maybe what he can give may not be what Qian Cheng really wants.

He didn't know what happened.

"I see something is wrong with you today." Qian Cheng finished the rest of the soup, "What did Zhou Xun tell you? Or what did Zhou Xun's mother tell you?"

"I just realized now that you are really smart." Ding Zile sighed sincerely, and asked after a long time, "Qian Cheng, how long do you want to be with me?"

Sitting in a pot shop seems inappropriate to talk about this kind of thing, now it's meal time, the shop is very busy, buzzing, and there are people outside constantly looking in: "Is there any spare seat! "

"Go home first." Qian Cheng tugged at him, "I'll think about it."

How long do you want to be with me?Qian Cheng stepped on a loose brick, shook it, and quickly stepped on the next brick, which was stable.

How long do you want to be with me?

This is not a multiple choice question, there are four options ABCD.

Ding Zile is not the kind of little girl who wants to test her boyfriend from time to time, asking stupid questions like "I fell into the water with your mother at the same time, which one will you save?"

He asked because he really wanted to know.

Qian Cheng followed him in a daze.How long do you want to be with him?One or two years, five or six years, or longer, or even a lifetime.

Frankly, he hadn't thought about it.

Even his confession was impulsive, the kind of momentary blankness, pushing himself forward forcibly, finding a reasonable outlet for his desire, giving the dazed self a shelter from the wind for a while, and even making money feel confused. Cheng couldn't describe his feelings at that time... He just knew that he liked it, and being with him was comfortable.

Whether this is considered love or not, Qian Cheng doesn't know.

"Thinking about it for so long, I feel a little sad." Ding Zile laughed after walking for a while, "Are you planning to abandon your husband?"

"No..." Qian Cheng tugged at the corner of Ding Zile's clothes, "When Qingming is on holiday, shall we go out for a walk?"

"Huh?" Ding Zile turned to look at him, not quite understanding what this proposal meant.

"I want to tell you at this time that I want to be with you forever...that's too empty." Qian Cheng smiled at him, "I can't guarantee a specific year or time, because... force majeure really Too much. But," he paused, "I promise others one thing, and I will definitely do it. So, let's go out for a walk in Qingming, and I promise you, so we will be together until then, and then ..."

"Then push forward with one thing, right." Ding Zile said.

"Yeah." Qian Cheng smiled weakly, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Ding Zile patted him on the shoulder, "It's quite true, to be honest, if you tell me that you'll be with me for the rest of your life, I won't believe it."

"The future... I can't think through my whole life clearly, so I can only live through bumps and bumps." Qian Cheng shrank his shoulders, "However, there are many places I want to go with you. It’s been like this for several years.”

"Why me?" Ding Zile looked at him.

"I don't know." Qian Cheng said, "Probably because you are handsome."

Ding Zile smiled.

Pretty good.He didn't ask Qian Cheng's future plans again, because he might not have thought about it himself, or... some of those plans would make him sad if he knew about them.

The two of them confided in the cold wind, and when they walked to the gate of the community, the little calories brought by the food were all consumed.As soon as he stepped into the gate of the community, he saw Ding Ziyue come out in a hurry, and when he saw the two of them, he immediately pulled his face into a long face.

"You two! You don't even care about food!" Ding Zi jumped twice, "There is no love at all."

"What kind of love do I need for you?" Ding Zile rolled his eyes at him, "You eat, drink, and sleep with me, don't you give me all the money?"

"Eating alone is lonely!" Ding Ziyue said, "Forget it, I'd better go to the hospital."

"His parents..." Qian Cheng hesitated.

"I look at mine, they can't do anything to me." Ding Ziyue bit his lip, "At worst, I can take a look outside and eat."

"Crazy." Ding Zile said, "Come back when you're tired, the hospital doesn't sleep well."

Ding Ziyue responded, and ran away against the wind again.

"Young people are energetic." Ding Zile looked at his back, "I don't know how many years he can last."

"One step is one step." Qian Cheng elbowed him, "Don't be so pessimistic all day long."

"I'm still you," Ding Zile said, "Go home, I'll freeze to death."

I don't know where the rumored temperature increase went. Anyway, Qian Cheng just stretched out his arm to measure the temperature the next morning, and then he froze back quickly.

"I don't want to go to work." Qian Cheng curled up in the quilt and wailed. Ding Zile is indeed a hero who can put on a mask in winter. He woke up at 06:30, and the quilt was half empty. Qian Cheng desperately rolled up the rest of the quilt, To prevent the heat from escaping.

"It's not cold anymore." Ding Zile put the breakfast he bought on the table, "Get up, don't eat it on the bus later, it's all smelly."

"Understood..." Qian Chengmen yelled lazily under the blanket, struggling for a long time before poking his head out, "What's breakfast?"

"Get up and watch yourself!" Ding Zile walked to the bed with a smile, "If you don't get up again, I'll lift your quilt."

"Let's do it now!" Qian Cheng gritted his teeth, "Don't touch it! Let me do it myself!"

In the past, Qian Cheng could almost get up on his own, even in winter, but since he slept with Ding Zile, he became more and more lazy. Summer is fine, but in winter, he can't wait to grow up under the covers and not move at all. Neither want to move.

He couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, anyway, when he saw Ding Zile, he wanted to stay by her side, doing whatever he wanted, even if it was just the two of them staring blankly, it was quite comfortable.

He didn't know if this counted as being in love.

If so, then this relationship is too ordinary and ordinary, without any feeling of majesty and unforgettable... Perhaps this is what love is like at his age.

Qian Cheng managed to get up, and followed Ding Zile out the door with bread in his mouth. It was hard for Ding Zile to go downstairs to buy breakfast for him. If he went at his current speed, he would be able to go downstairs and buy it now...Qian Cheng passed by early I was taken aback by the crowd.

"Didn't you get up very early before?" Ding Zile helped him carry the milk, "Slow down, there's cream on the corner of your mouth..."

Qian Cheng stuck out his tongue and licked it with difficulty: "No, it's too warm to sleep, and I really can't bear to get up."

"Then I'll help you put some cold air on when I get up next time."

"Go away, you might as well just get up." Qian Cheng moved to his hand and took a sip of milk, "One of the top ten tortures in winter is getting up early, and the cruelest of the top ten tortures is getting up early after being too cold. "

"Who said that?" Ding Zile smiled so much that the hand holding the milk was shaking slightly, "The car is here, take it yourself."

Ding Ziyue didn't come back last night, probably in the hospital.Zhou Xun has recovered quite well recently, and he is in good spirits. He took his mobile phone and harassed his friends on WeChat one by one. Ding Zile and Qian Cheng were the hardest hit areas, but because they were really busy at work, they had to be replaced by others. I guess I don't have much time for him.

"Show you today's food." Zhou Xun shamelessly sent a picture, "My mother stewed it."

"I'm really envious." Ding Zile squeezed his voice and sent a voice message, "Big Bu, I told you that if you eat like this, you'll get a nosebleed."

"Just let it go." Zhou Xun moved his nest while sending a message, "This vacation...I don't want to go back to work, what should I do."

"It's very simple." Ding Zile caught a glimpse of the director coming in from the side door, and typed quietly, "If you are admitted to our unit, your salary will be a little less than your current salary, but basically you are taking care of your old age."

"I'll think it over."

Zhou Xun fell silent when he thought about it. Ding Zile put his phone aside and changed the file. This guy was talking at best. Nine times out of ten times he thought about it, it was nothing. What's more, asking him to change jobs doesn't look like it. It was the choice Zhou Xun would make.

Zhou Xun is different from him.

At the beginning, Zhou Xun wanted to report to the school with his life and death in mind, and his parents were so angry.After working so hard for so many years, the salary hasn't changed much, and he can't go home a few times... If Zhou Xun really cared about these things, he wouldn't wake up so late.

Ding Zile said that Zhou Xun is one of the few people in their group who has ideas.

It is not easy for everyone to have ideas in life.It's a thing that peaks in adolescence and slowly fades into miscellaneous concerns as I get older.It was not easy for Zhou Xun to persist for so many years.

Some people go all the way to the end, and some people change careers halfway. Although Ding Zile knows Zhou Xun well enough, for some reason, he subconsciously feels that Zhou Xun is a little more serious this time. I don’t know if he was really injured this time. reason.

Zhou Xun didn't send any more messages, probably because he was drinking his tonic soup.

"You're not in the hospital, what are you doing here?" When Ding Zile carried his brother into the compound, it was almost lunch time.

"My family is reunited for dinner, and I can't join in the fun." Ding Ziyue rubbed his hands, "Take me to dinner, bro."

"When you dress like this, a blind person can tell that you are not from here." Ding Zile pointed to his brother's coquettish little jacket, and then glanced at his brother's legs, "How many times have I told you, Don't wear such tight pants..."

"This is yours..." Ding Ziyue raised his hands innocently, "I found it in your closet."

"When did I ask you to look through my closet?" Ding Zile frowned.

"...I didn't find it!" Ding Ziyue looked pitiful, "I really don't have any clothes to wear, why don't I ask my sister-in-law... Brother Qian help me find two things you don't wear."

Ding Zile didn't speak any more, and he didn't know if he was thinking about whether Qian Cheng had done it properly, or if he was recalling when he bought such coquettish and cold panties.

"Mother called me yesterday." Ding Zile glanced at his brother as he walked towards the cafeteria, "It's almost time for you to go back."

"She was urging her last week," Ding Ziyue shook his arms twice, "Tell her that you haven't played enough."

Ding Ziyue, who celebrates Chinese New Year, ran over from his hometown. It took half a month to do everything, and the family’s business was inseparable. His mother had retired to the second line all these years, and Ding Ziyue was mainly helping his father with his work.

"Why don't you say it yourself." Ding Zile walked forward, "Just say to come and see Zhou Xun, my mother must know about this, maybe she will come over."

"Then what should I do when I see Teacher Sun!" Ding Ziyue stared, "No...Mom must know..." Maybe he came over secretly once.

"So, what are you afraid of." Ding Zile said, "Your skin is quite thick anyway."

"Let's eat first." Ding Ziyue sighed sullenly, "No matter what, we have to go back tomorrow."

Ding Zile couldn't figure out why he had to go through tomorrow until he accompanied Qian Cheng to deliver the goods at night.

"Do you need me to remind you!" Qian Cheng was waving for a taxi on the side of the road, "You are too nervous, the advertisements on this road are all about Valentine's Day."

"I spend all my time at work and on the bus," Ding Zile said, "I spend the rest of my time with you. Do you think I have other time to watch those advertisements?"

"Okay, I can't say no to you." Qian Cheng smiled and asked the master to open the trunk, "After delivering this wave, let's go to a festival."

"Why not tomorrow?" Ding Zile asked.

"There must be a lot of people tomorrow." Qian Cheng said, "Let's go, get in the car."

Sometimes Ding Zile admired the students in the school. They celebrated festivals throughout the year without stopping. The activities were not repetitive, and they spent all their time and energy on festivals.

"Still the same, transfer the money." Little Glasses should have grown from a small fresh meat to a small leader, and now he speaks a lot harder, and there are a few thug-like younger brothers around him.

"Yeah." Qian Cheng looked at the very cute transfer reminder on the phone page, "Let's go, I'll contact you next time."

"You're rich." Ding Zile leaned over to take a look, "You're as rich as an enemy."

"Yeah." Qian Cheng raised his face and smiled at him, "Let's go, Master will take you to a big meal."

"What time is it for dinner?" There was no one in the area, Ding Zile put his arms around him and pecked his face, "There is a restaurant that I really want to eat, but it will open late, let's go now Should be in time."

"You are not." Qian Cheng was a little surprised standing in front of the store, "This does not fit your personality."

"My character design is both noble and glamorous and very down-to-earth." Ding Zile said, "It has been open for many years, and it is guaranteed to be delicious."

This store really looks like it has been open for many years. It specializes in peanut soup and also sells triangular cakes, sesame balls and shrimp cakes. At first glance, it looks like breakfast. There are many people in the store, and they are all eating in full swing.

"I'll order, you pay." Ding Zile said, Qian Cheng quickly took out his phone: "Are there any seats?"

"Upstairs." The boss quickly poured two large bowls of soup, and put the things Ding Zile ordered on the plate. "Handsome guy, there is a seat up there."

"I'm talking about you." Qian Cheng stuffed himself into the small seat, "Did you lose money? For the big meal, this is the only one you can eat."

"Then what do you want to treat me to? Kempinski or Sheraton?" Ding Zile smiled and drank the soup.

"Anything is fine, just the kind that looks luxurious and high-end..."

"No need, I don't feel anything." Ding Zile said, "It's fine as it is now. If you invite me to eat what I want, I will be very happy."

"Are you saving money for me?" Qian Cheng took a bite of the triangle cake.

"Is it obvious?" Ding Zile glanced at him cautiously, "I just think it's not easy for you to make money."

Qian Cheng suddenly felt a little acid in his heart, it just came out of the blue, and he felt like being taken care of by someone.

Of course he doesn't mind spending money on Ding Zile, in fact Ding Zile has added a lot of things to him during this period of time, using various excuses, he actually remembers them all.I also want to return it a little bit quietly like him.

But after all, he can't compare to Ding Zile, a middle-aged and elderly person with rich experience, so he has been given, taken care of comfortably, and even got used to it.

"If you earn money, you spend it," Qian Cheng said, "You can ask me for something, as long as I can afford it."

"Well," Ding Zile smiled at him, "Let's eat first, I've managed to eat this once."