river bank, river bank

Jiang An's words had no magic power, and he was even so quiet that he was explaining the dossier, which was a bit unhuman.Bai San calmed down slowly under his gaze, shrank into the scarf, and let out an "oh" after a while.

The night was dark, and the overhead lights in the car were dim and dim.

Except for letting himself go when he was treating his teeth, he rarely looked at Shang Jiang'an, most of them flew by quickly, staying for a few seconds.

And in the past few seconds, he heard his disordered breathing.

When we arrived at the airport, there were so many people that it was difficult to park. Jiang An dropped him off at the entrance.

Bai San took out a suitcase that was half his own height, and stood on the narrow stone steps, his feet swaying slightly, he clenched the handle of the suitcase tightly and pinched it uneasily, like a lost sheep.

The car window lowered slowly, and Jiang An raised his hand to signal, "Go in through that door, prepare your ID card in advance—"

Standing in the boundless night, Bai San nodded and didn't move. A lock of curly hair on the top of his head swayed and swayed in the wind. He looked childishly from head to toe. He stared eagerly at the river bank in the car, his eyes were like those of children who didn't want to go to kindergarten. same.

The voice stopped.

Bai San poked his head, his slightly wide eyes were full of bewilderment.

Jiang An was silent for a while, "Stay where you are, I'll stop the car."

Bai San tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise, obediently agreed, stood on tiptoe on the narrow stone steps, and followed the car body to the distance with his eyes.

He himself didn't know how sweet and soft the voice he answered just now was, like a cat spread out in the shape of a pie, quietly squeezed through the crack of the door, and saw a room full of small dried fish.

I want to stay in this moment forever.

But in a blink of an eye, Jiang An turned around, the night opened, and the world and the bright moon were silent.

Bai San should have stood there and waited for him to come over, but he really couldn't do it. He always felt that the distance was long and the steps were short.

And the end of the road is Jiang'an, and this waiting is even more difficult.

He jumped down the narrow stone steps, took a small step forward, brought the distance a little closer, and then tentatively took a big step, and continued to approach, he took one step after another, and finally pulled the suitcase and flew towards the river bank run away.

The gentle evening wind lifted the corners of his clothes, his cheeks were hot from the hasty running, his chest heaved violently due to the rapid heartbeat, and finally fell into the home suddenly, but it didn't stop.

Jiang An let go of his arms, lowered his eyes, Bai San suddenly rubbed his collar, raised his head with a satisfied face, two small dimples appeared on his red cheeks.

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, and wrapped the milky white thick woolen scarf around his neck, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Bai San took a slow step, walked beside Jiang An, grabbed the hem of his clothes and shook his head, "I slept for a long time."

From the time he hung up the phone to the hour before Jiang An came, he really had a good night's sleep.

Jiang An asked him what he wanted to eat.

There are noodle restaurants, soup bun shops, snack bars, western restaurants, etc., but these are not important.

Bai San grabbed the corner of Jiang An's coat, accidentally touched the inside with his bent fingertips, moved it out, and then stretched it a little bit inside, poking it carefully. Rabbit fur, soft and fluffy.

When he regained his senses, he noticed that Jiang An turned his head and looked at the ground with his eyes facing each other, "I don't know..."

Jiang An chuckled and walked into a nearby cafe.Bai San followed behind, making up his mind several times, finally mustered up the courage, and grabbed the hem of his clothes again.

It seems to be attached to a small tail.

The little tail made a small sound, beeping at a volume that only Jiang An could hear clearly.

"Actually, I'm not very hungry. I had lunch at noon. When I answered your phone, I hung up the phone and took the last bite. Then I went to sleep. I didn't do any exercise. Although I rolled on the bed twice, but It didn’t count, and then I fell asleep until eight o’clock, and I didn’t wake up once in the middle, and I didn’t drink water, or turn over to sleep.”

Jiang An looked away from the menu, Bai San pursed his lips and raised his head, looking over without blinking, seeing Jiang An squinting at him with a smile that was not a smile, he weakened instantly, and muttered in a muffled voice, "I've been asleep for five years. How many hours..."

After a while, Jiang An coaxed him in a low voice, "Be good."

Bai San, who wanted to be praised, wagged his little tail and smiled at the waiter's eyes. He took the menu handed over, and his mind was not on it at all. like the tail of a fish.

I went to Jiang'an to order a cup of coffee, and when I asked him, he frowned and became seriously entangled.

After a while, Bai San gently tugged Jiang An's cuff, "I want to eat fruit salad."

Jiang An told the waiter to add a fruit salad.

"...No Sydney." Bai San lay on the table and quietly added.

"Well," Jiang An handed the menu back to the waiter, "don't put Sydney."

"Don't eat the pineapple either."

Jiang An conveyed, "There are still pineapples."

"The kiwi is so ugly."

Jiang An understood, "And kiwi."

"In fact, dragon fruit is a small dragon that has not yet been born."

Jiang An asked the waiter with his usual expression, "Including dragon fruit."

"Blood oranges suck blood."

Bai San closed his mind and blurted out, as soon as the words fell, he wanted to bite his tongue with regret, a bit perfunctory.

"Ok?"

...Sure enough, it was not perfunctory.

Bai San froze, patted his small chest, with an expression of "what did the little tail do wrong", blinked innocently and looked at the river bank.

The waiter at the side scribbled it down in his notebook, and suddenly reminded, "The main ingredients of fruit salad are blood orange and strawberry."

"Just strawberries!"

Under Jiang An's calm gaze, Bai San swallowed his words back.

"Don't eat bananas?" Jiang An asked.

"……eat."

Bai San silently raised the white flag, lying on the table and turned his head angrily, leaving the back of his head, his fingers still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

In the end, he was still frowning, glanced at the newspapers in the store, and glanced at the ugly blood oranges, and ate them one by one without crying.

After eating, Jiang An did not leave.

That piece of A4 paper seems to have lost its original function.

Jiang An directly led him through the passing passengers, skillfully took out the ticket and replaced it with a boarding pass, passed the security check in advance, and arrived at the slightly cold and empty terminal.

Bai San grabbed the hem of his clothes and followed behind, acting like a cute little tail.

It wasn't until this night when he suddenly had to leave the familiar environment and go to a strange town that he really realized the difference between himself and Jiang An.

Nearly [-] years old, Jiang An is financially independent and will not be entangled by financial difficulties. He can easily read other people's thoughts and bring advice and help when doubts are insufficient. Insomnia is a completely flawless human being without any weaknesses or negative emotions.

Moreover, he understands accidents and has connections, which can bring a lot of convenience in daily life. There are people he knows when buying tickets temporarily or going through security checks, so there is no need to wait in line.

The more Bai San counted with his fingers, the more sad he became, and he was sure that it was something he would not be able to do in ten years.

At this inappropriate moment, he somewhat understood Shan Jia's 'lifelong dream'.

—It is a high mountain.

on the plane.

"Please give the blanket to the gentleman next to me." Jiang An thanked the flight attendant softly.

The last sentence of thank you is only two words, low and hoarse, full of magnetism, short and fleeting, but it turns back and forth in Bai San's heart, making his heart itch.

When a small blanket was covering his body, he was still in a daze, only holding Jiang An's hand at the corner of his clothes, and never let go.

The plane was about to take off, not the original departure time, and he was not alone when the original flight left, nor was he caught in the crowd of unfamiliar faces.

He didn't know why Jiang An suddenly changed his plan.

He knew that as long as he rolled, Jiang An would see him before anyone else and would treat him well.

Even on his worst muddy days when he couldn't get up.

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感谢在2020-06-0720:45:11~2020-06-1118:31:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: it's your little sweetie;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: it is one of your little sweets;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Zhao Lianqing 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qimo; 2 bottles of KY climbing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!