I also want to pull wool today

——The gate of the supermarket (some time ago)

The crisp candy was delivered to the hands, and Song Nan turned on the bluetooth in the driver's seat.

He turned the steering wheel to the left without navigating. He was familiar with the surroundings of the old Bai family house.From high school to college, I can't remember the number of times I signaled downstairs to help Bai Jin escape through the window.

"Bluetooth connection successful."

After glancing at the approximate location of Lin Zicheng's car, Song Nan sent a voice message to the child's WeChat: "Take it easy, being a stalker has its price. Remember to find time to come to the clinic."

After sending it, he closed WeChat. He probably didn't read this voice until Lin Zicheng returned home.

Going around in circles out of the surrounding old streets, the stalls selling late-night snacks are just a little lively.

Thinking of having a younger sister at home, Song Nan got out of the car and went to the door of the shop: "Boss, pack five shrimp cakes with meat floss, five red bean buns with matcha tea, one basket of fried dumplings, and one basket of steamed dumplings, four cups of soy milk— —”

"Hey, young man, is this a supper for the whole family?" It seems to be the son of the shop owner, a boy who looks like he should be in high school, pretending to be familiar with things: "You came just in time, everything is hot."

"My sister and I have so many." Song Nan looked at him and smiled: "How old are you, you just call me a young man?"

"Tang Ziren!" The shopkeeper came out, it should be the boy's mother: "Read more books, your father will find a school for you next semester, you must go to school for me!"

Tang's mother patted her son on the back, and handed the packaged snack to Song Nan: "Oh, boy, I'm sorry, this kid is really——I guess he was distracted by our family's usual business."

"It's okay." Song Nan looked at Tang Ziren a few more times, then at Tang's mother, then nodded and walked into the car.

The child with his parents around looks quite happy, he really thinks so psychologically.It's just that Bai Jin is different, white tea is different, and Lin Zicheng is even different.

"Tsk, Bai Jin didn't send me any money, what do I think he's doing so much?" Song Nan felt a little inexplicably absurd: "Annoying, go home."

The phone screen lights up, and the Bluetooth says: "You have a message for an incoming call."

He opened it as he said: "It's so late, who is it?"

"Brother Nan! I know you're not at home tonight! Then I'll take Beibei home, so hurry up! As a brother, remember to call her!"

"..." Song Nan in silence: "Hey Siri, call the fierce man."

The fierce man is actually a girl named Xu Chuanchuan, who he grew up with, the child of the neighbor's family.She is a motorcycle girl who is four years younger than herself, a sophomore in the Art Department of Wencheng University, a typical playful and straightforward talent.

Song Nan went to other places frequently, so she entrusted her younger sister to her.The most he said to Xu Chuanchuan was: "Don't take my sister on the motorcycle, she probably won't be able to stand the excitement."

At that time, I saw Xu Chuanchuan pulling his sister's arm, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" With his eyes closed, he nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice grains.

Now that the call has been dialed and waiting to be connected, Song Nan flipped through the supper, retracted her knuckles and tapped the steering wheel.

"Crooked?" The phone went through, and the voice was very familiar.Oh?It's my sister!

It's just that the background sound is not very friendly, as if in the center of the city.

Song Nan was in a complicated mood, he had a bad premonition: "... Bei Bei."

"Huh? Brother!"

"Where are you two?" There was a sound of racing.

"This—we—" Song Beibei must have a reason if he couldn't speak clearly.

Song Nan sighed—well, the two of them are on the road.

"Forget it, Xu Chuanchuan is in the driver's seat ahead of you, right? Pass the phone to her ear." The sound of the car horn on the other end of the phone was harsh.

Song Beibei was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, her hair was blown all over by the wind: "Chuanchuan, my brother called—"

"What? Isn't he in the outer city? Oh, my God——" Xu Chuanchuan lifted half of his helmet, and he was actually a little shy when he heard Song Nan's name.

After all, she is leading Beibei to drag racing at this time!

Fine!Calm down, Xu Chuanchuan!Brother Nan can't kill me through the microphone!

Thinking about it like this didn't seem to be too scary anymore, Beibei helped her hold the phone, she took a big breath, and slowed down: "Yo-huh! Brother Nan! What can you do?"

"...Xu Chuanchuan—stop!" Song Nan heard the wind blowing on the phone.

Although it is normal for a racing car to be very windy, but Beibei is sitting in the back seat, so a fierce person should not go too fast, and it may be in a place with a strong wind.The Xu family and the Song family all live on the edge of the new district, and they received people who traveled around a few times to return to Xu's house, which should be nearby.

There is a lot of short-term traffic nearby, and you can ride a bicycle if you have a long road. There are few people and a big place-the second bridge!

"I'll hang up the phone first, slow down and get off the bridge and stop for me! Wait!" Song Nan hung up the phone quickly, turned the steering wheel and ran towards the second bridge, and at the same time dialed another person: "Siri, call Lin Zicheng. "

Looking at the driving distance, the Lin family lives in the old city of Hezi, and they have to cross the second bridge, so the time is about the same.Why didn't you call Bai Jin?It's very simple, Lin Zicheng should get off the horse early, there is no harm.

Tonight's Erqiao was not peaceful. In the front, there was Xu Mengren leading his sister in a racing car, followed by Song Nan chasing after supper, and there was a scene of a small horse falling in the middle.

Only the uncle who fished at the two ends of the bridge every night remained calm.

--Now

A group of people turned down the bridge one after another and stopped at the door of a salted pork bone porridge shop.

Song Nan led her younger sister off the motorcycle: "Be careful of the rear exhaust."

Song Beibei adjusted his glasses: "It's nothing, blowing the wind at night, um, life is quite exciting."

"Tsk! Brother's words don't work anymore, right?" Song Nan put the snacks he bought on the table, and he looked straight at the fierce man: "Yes, Xu Chuanchuan, take my sister to the highway in the middle of the night."

Xu Chuanchuan took off his helmet and muttered with anger on his face: "No, brother, who knew you were at home today! Beibei, I'll take it home later, okay?" She opened a chair for Beibei and patted him: "Sit down Is it okay with me?"

Song Nan: "..."

Tsk, the relationship between the two of them in a racing car?

Lin Zicheng was standing next to the white tea at this time, his heart was filled with many Xiaolin comrades beating gongs and drums—it was over.

Bai Cha glanced at him blankly, and pulled out the chair: "Sit."

"Yeah." He could only sit down timidly.

"Xu Chuanchuan, you don't go back to the dormitory at night, but go racing?" Song Nan rolled up his sleeves and stirred the porridge in the casserole with a wooden spoon.The hot food is very conspicuous in the fog at night.

The mist escaped from the mouth of the can, was stirred by the spoon and rushed to the surroundings.The water vapor swung into several circles and attached to the lens.

Bai Jin frowned and took the spoon in his hand: "Mr. Song, can you be more mature?"

The fog settled down, and the hot air made Baicha's eyes hurt, and it became more and more red.

The light was blurry, and Lin Zicheng couldn't see clearly, so he felt that Baicha's condition was not right: "Old Bai, are you crying? Stop...I..."

Baicha unfurled the sealed tableware angrily, and gave Lin Zicheng a shudder in his imagination: "..crying for your head, you think I'm you? I'm not a little trickster who likes to fake crying."

"Then around your eyes—"

"Lin Zicheng." The chopsticks cut open the plastic bag, "Do you know that there is a thing called tear grooves, some people's eyes are prone to redness..."

"Huh? Then—are you blaming me?"

The bowls and chopsticks are all ready, and a bowl of porridge is added to the white tea: "What right do I have to blame you, I've said it before, if you don't tell me, I won't ask."

Add the porridge into the bowl, and stir the white tea with a porcelain spoon twice before you realize that the more you don't want to eat something like shredded ginger, the more it will be.

Lin Zicheng looked down at the porridge with green onions floating in the bowl, he was stunned and still couldn't figure out what was in the words, he was puzzled: "That means you don't blame me?"

"..." Baicha's hands trembled, almost turning the spoon over: "Forget it, eat more, next time I'll go to a shop that makes fish soup, and I'll watch you eat a whole fish."

"Oh—well—"

Comrade Kobayashi's drum team stopped playing.

The mood of eating a bowl of porridge is different, and the supper of the six people quickly bottomed out.

This supper was simply paid by Mr. Bai, and he didn't want to owe Song Nan any more favors.

Besides, as a teacher, there is no reason to catch students paying.

After paying the bill, Bai Jin came back with a sigh and pointed at Xu Chuanchuan: "Acha, you and your friend go back first, I'm a teacher, I have to send this child back to the dormitory."

"Farewell, teacher, what about my car?" Xu Chuanchuan turned his head from Beibei's shoulders when he heard this, and looked at his little black car with distress.

Teacher Bai's operation is very natural: "Of course I will ride it. Before the end of the term, lock your car in the school parking lot for me obediently. If you want to play on weekends, get me a trial ticket."

He then knocked on Song Nan's car window: "Mr. Song, please, how about sending my brother and the Lin family's children off by the way?"

"As ordered—"

Lin Bai and Lin Bai sat in the back seat of the car, both of them looked at the scenery outside the window on their side, and they didn't seem to want to talk.

Song Beibei in the passenger seat fastened his seat belt. He was really not used to it: "You two, the city view is so beautiful late at night? It's weird."

"Student Beibei, people sometimes need to calm down, can you do it?" Lin Zicheng looked sideways at Lao Bai, then grinned at Song Beibei: "Speaking of which, you are not quite what I imagined."

"Huh? Where?"

"Squad leader is strong enough, you can drag racing—"

Beibei immediately looked at the expression of the elder brother who was supposed to be seated, but it was no different: "...You! Don't talk, if my elder brother goes back and blames me, be careful with your affairs—"

She poked her head into the back seat, and the two of them looked at Baicha together: "——Be careful I'll shake it out for you!"

"What?" Bai, who was looking at the scenery alone and thinking, turned his head and looked over.

Just look at each other.

Song Beibei was stared at by Lin Zicheng several times, she pretended to be careless and took off her glasses to see if there was any dust.

Put on your glasses again and talk again: "No, you are so quiet tonight, what's wrong with you at the same table?"

Going home at night, there is no need to rush to the green light at the intersection, the red light stops the traffic on this side.

The neon lights shone into the car, making people feel weird, Bai Cha pulled the backpack, and there was a husky pendant in the zipper: "It's nothing, I'm almost home, I plan to see you tomorrow."

Lin Zicheng looked at the husky and didn't know what to say.

"Do you like huskies? The kind that can tear down houses?" Everyone could tell that Song Beibei was just asking casually.

Song Nan just laughed secretly when he heard it.

It means different things to two people.

"A friend I met before was always in high school. He is very similar to a husky." Bai Cha closed the half-opened glass window: "I don't know if the house will be demolished, but he is very kind, but he is also stupid. real."

He said the second half of the sentence while looking at Lin Zicheng.

Song Beibei squatted on the seat: "That should be your very important friend? Lin Zicheng! Why are you so dazed? You should have seen Ah Cha's friends, right? Is it good?"

"Haha——" Bai Cha laughed, looking a bit abrupt in front of Lin Zicheng, seeing him nodding, she was sure: "Well, that's right, of course he has seen it, hasn't it, Lin Zicheng."

"...Yes." Lin Zicheng's astonishment was written on his face - when did Lao Bai know?I hid it well, didn't I?

"Song—Song Nan..." He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped in time.Comrade Xiaolin's drum team continued to beat gongs and drums, and added a suona.

Song Nan had nothing to worry about at this time: "Shhh - I'm driving, so I can't answer such complicated things."

All that was left in the back seat was silence.

In the end, Song Nan probably found out because of his conscience, and came to the first aid to break this wonderful embarrassment: "Acha, your home is coming soon."