river bank, river bank

The second day when Jiang An was away.

As usual, Bai San eats, does homework, reads, and feeds Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei fish food.

He squatted in front of the aquarium, watching Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei sticking together and going around, suddenly remembered when he was in Rongcheng.

Jiang An was serious, and he had no room to veto his fish farming, refused to go into the water to salvage, and even said that when he returned to Beicheng, he would buy two more fish of the same kind.

In the end, seeing that he was in a bad mood, he still brought back Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei by himself.

Thinking of this, Bai San was stunned suddenly. He got up, took the padded clothes, ran out of the house like a gust of wind, and took a taxi to the elementary school.

Jiang An said that he could go and see the old man who opened the noodle shop when he came back, and it's not too late.

He was excited, yet a little apprehensive.I don't know if I can meet him, it has been a long time, if I can meet him, he must say goodbye to the old man this time, say thank you, and the noodles he made are delicious.It feels like the grandparents on TV, and it has the taste of home.

Until arriving at Xueyuan Road, Bai San saw the familiar signboard, but it was changed, it was no longer a ramen restaurant, but a barbecue restaurant.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and the barbecue shop is usually open at night. At this time, the shutter doors are tightly closed, and it is extremely deserted.

He was stunned, like a balloon, suddenly let go of his hand, and floated to the untouchable sky.

Sure enough, I still missed it.

It was just a trivial matter, insignificant, but Bai San felt a fleeting sense of loss, under the eaves, before he had time to hear a few more copper bells ringing.

When he returned home, he didn’t take a taxi anymore. He walked along the roadside alone, and sometimes he would stop and look at the trees covered with thin snow. Sometimes it was someone else’s cat standing at the window looking out. .

At eight o'clock in the evening, he returned home, had dinner alone, and read a book alone.

The whole afternoon was like sleepwalking, I don't remember what I did, but it passed.

The third day of Jiang An's absence, and the penultimate day of his return.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sunlight flooded the entire bedroom, Bai San turned over, rolled up one side of the quilt, and her belly was still exposed.

He was lying on the bed at the time, drowsily thinking about the little rice dumplings made by Jiang An a few days ago, and lay on the bed.

Suddenly received a phone call.

Waking up suddenly, he rolled off the bed and fell sprawled on the carpet, one leg was still on the bed, half of his body was in the air, his head was sunk in the soft fluff of the carpet, his eyes were wide open, Staring blankly at the ceiling, after a while, I realized that it was not a dream.

Bai San rubbed his eyes, and stretched his arms to reach the mobile phone that had dropped to the side of the bed at some point.

The moment he slid towards the ON button, Jiang An's voice sounded.

Bai San shivered and stood up abruptly, his hair was still frizzy, his eyes didn't blink, and after a while, his voice was slightly hoarse, with a strong nasal voice, and he spoke first, "Good morning, Mr. Jiang, I didn't stay in bed today either."

Jiang An smiled lightly on the other side of the phone.Bai San bit his lower lip and turned his head to look at the time, his face blushed suddenly.

nine in the morning.

Not knowing what he saw, Jiang An laughed again, accompanied by the noise of the surrounding crowd and the roar of vehicles.

"Did you wash up?"

Seems like a knowing advisor.

At this point, people who go to bed early and get up early of course wash up!

Bai San's nasal voice snorted lightly, trying to get away with it, Jiang An's voice was crisp and clear, and the phone seemed to be mixed with the morning wind, caressing his cheeks.

Jiang An didn't ask any more questions, as if he didn't find out.I'm coming back tomorrow, is there something I want to eat that needs to be bought in advance, or is there an emergency.

Need to come back a day later?So does he have to look at it for another day?

In this moment of silence, Baisan's thoughts diverged and he thought wildly.

If he were to do reading comprehension at this time, he felt that it was impossible for him to get dizzy and answer wrongly, and deduct more than 20 points for nothing.

Bai San slowly slipped to the side of the bed and squatted down.

I really want to crawl over the phone, knock Jiang An on the head, and say that it will be three days later, and it will be three days later, and an extra hour will not count.

Jiang An asked, "Is it convenient to go downstairs?"

Bai San was a little dazed, with a weak resistance, does anyone want to come over?

In the next second, he pulled out his messy hair, put down the folded pajamas to cover his belly, ran to the other side of the bed, pulled on the cotton mop, and replied, "It's convenient."

Jiang An said "Hmm", with a faint smile, "There is a courier, it will arrive soon."

As soon as the words fell, Bai San's serious face turned into two small dimples.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Bai San opened the door and went downstairs, wearing a sky blue Stitch pajamas with his limp and fluffy hair lying on his head the night before.

Just woke up, the light red marks pressed on his cheeks are still there, holding his little bear in his arms.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a "little mushroom who likes to stay in bed and doesn't allow people to talk about it".

Jiang An stood in front of the building with his suitcase.

Little Mushroom opened his eyes wide, rubbed it in disbelief, raised his hand and pinched his cheek again, his eyebrows furrowed in pain, his eyes overflowed with happiness in an instant, and he rushed over in two or three steps.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang An was bumped slightly, raised his hand to catch it, Baisan's whole mushroom was hanging on his body, wrapped around his neck, his feet didn't touch the ground, like a cat, he kept rubbing against his collar coquettishly, with a small tail rock Me.

A soft, milky scent emerges from the nose.

The taste that has been numb by the bitterness of coffee tastes a little sweet.

In such a posture, Jiang An reached into his trouser pocket with one hand, forcibly turned off the vibrating elderly phone, put his hand around Baisan's back, and half-embraced him into the elevator. The soft golden sunlight shone inch by inch. The city slowly shrinks in the eyes.

Jiang An had a half-smile, "Did you stay in bed today?"

Bai San lay on top of him, his eyes dodged, he was too ashamed to speak.

"Fifth grade elementary school students start at seven o'clock, kindergarten children start at eight o'clock, and three-and-a-half-year-old babies start at nine o'clock..."

Jiang An spoke slowly, lowered his head, and put his forehead against Bai San.

The slightly cold wind and snow in his clothes lingered intertwined with the childish smell of milk coconut caramel on his body.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and the winter snow in Beicheng has melted softly.