sweet kiss bitter summer

There is a lot of work recently, and Liang Luo'an is rarely busy.

After all, his workload is not too much to overload, but he can't learn Tan Chen's clever method, and he doesn't want to make mistakes like last time, so every job is done very carefully and takes a long time. a little bit.

Not being smart has its advantages. At least when he concentrates on his work, he won't have the energy to think about other things.

When the lunch break was about to end that day, Liang Luoan returned to the office from the company cafeteria, picked up the thermos cup on the table as usual, and prepared to fill it up in the tea room, so as to maintain the needs of the whole afternoon.

The pantry in the office is a place Liang Luoan likes very much. It has all kinds of microwave ovens, small ovens and induction cookers, which is better than his own kitchen. Liang Luoan thinks it is too barren to simply define it as a "pantry".

Before entering the tea room, Liang Luo'an was still thinking, in order to reward himself for not making mistakes in today's work, whether he should add a slice of lemon and a little honey to the water glass later.

Speaking of his love for lemonade since he was a child, he is almost addicted, because his hometown in Fengchao City has a small yard, and there is a lemon tree planted in the yard.

Although lemons were not considered a rare fruit at that time, they were not as common as they are now. Ordinary people in their small places would not go to the supermarket to buy lemons to soak in water, so Liang Luoan was very pleased with the advantage of being close to the water. be proud of.

However, in recent years, Liang Luoan feels that his obsession with lemonade seems to be gradually fading away. The taste is not the same as before, sour or bitter, all of which are killing his love for lemonade.

In fact, he is a very nostalgic person, and he even has some inexplicable and inseparable feelings for a glass of lemonade in his memory, so he usually restrains himself, taking the opportunity to drink lemonade as a comfort or reward, so that he Love wears off more slowly.

After Liang Luoan entered the door, he couldn't wait to go straight to his locker. He had just opened the door halfway, and he had already seen the package of dried lemon slices placed in the most conspicuous position, but Yu Guang reminded him inappropriately that someone was approach him.

It's Tan Chen.

Seeing his slightly tired face, Liang Luo'an realized that he hadn't met Tan Chen like this for three or four days.

He is busy with work, Tan Chen must be busier than him, that's why he looks tired.

Just when Luo An was still considering whether to greet Tan Chen, Tan Chen called his name first: "Luo An."

Liang Luo'an didn't hate this kind of passive and thinking situation, so he also greeted Tan Chen, retracted his hand reaching for the lemon slices in the cabinet, closed the cabinet door, and decided to drink only water up.

He didn't want to make lemonade in front of Tan Chen.

On the contrary, Tan Chen saw his strange behavior and asked him, "What's wrong?" "I'll fetch water."

Liang Luo'an was blocked by Tan Chen's large body, so he stood still and kept turning his cup with his hands.

"Unfortunately, the bucket of the water dispenser is empty."

Only then did Liang Luo'an see the instant noodle cup Tan Chen was holding in his hand. The noodles and seasoning had already been added, but there was no hot water to add it in. Liang Luo'an cleverly thought that this should be Tan Chen's lunch.

He originally thought that Tan Chen's lunch should always be packed in a beautiful pink and white lunch box, and it would be steaming at a fixed time at noon every day, but it didn't.

There are only crude cardboard boxes, crumbling plastic forks, and dry noodles that have not even been added with hot water.

So Luo An asked suspiciously: "Did my sister bring you lunch today?" Tan Chen put the bucket of instant noodles on the table beside him, as if he didn't care about the situation that he would not be able to eat lunch, he explained casually: " She has started college and doesn't have so much time every day."

Liang Luo'an said "Oh", not knowing what to say, lowered his head, looking at the slowly turning cup lid in his hand, while Tan Chen didn't speak, just looked down at Luo'an.

The aisle in the tea room was a bit narrow, and Liang Luoan was sandwiched between the locker and Tan Chen's body.

He felt that it was too close, and the smell of woody perfume on Tan Chen's clothes kept getting into his nose. Although Tan Chen's body obviously didn't move, Liang Luo'an had the illusion that he was always approaching, so he felt a little Cramped, back pressed against the locker door.

I don't know why, he only talked to Tan Chen out of politeness, maybe he should be blamed for asking one more question for a while, so the situation has evolved into what it is now.

After a long time, Tan Chen spoke, as if admitting defeat, and said in a very pitiful tone: "Now I don't even have instant noodles, I'm so hungry."

But since this is not a game where whoever speaks first loses, even if Tan Chen speaks first, and his voice sounds a little pitiful, the one who is at a loss is still Liang Luo'an.

"Then, do you want to try cooking noodles?" Liang Luo'an thought for a while, although Tan Chen made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he was very tired from work and couldn't eat, it was too pitiful, so Luo'an had to help He came up with an idea: "There is an induction cooker here, and I have a smaller pot. Get some water from the tap, put the noodles in it, and wait for the water to boil."

"Then try it."

Tan Chen readily agreed.

"Ah."

Liang Luo'an also nodded, the hand that turned the cup stopped, but Tan Chen didn't move, so he couldn't get his pot, so Liang Luo'an reminded in a low voice: "My pot is in the cabinet behind you Here, I want to take it out, so let me go first."

Tan Chen took a step back and leaned on the table by the aisle.

Liang Luo'an secretly raised his head and glanced at him, not understanding why a poor, hungry man would smile so happily, and hoped that he would become more normal after filling his stomach, so he opened the cabinet door and moved very quickly The pot was turned over, and at the same time, packages of snacks, large and small, fell all over the floor, which looked like the scene of a stupid robber who attempted to rob a small store.

Tan Chen first took the pot and put it aside, squatted down to help Liang Luoan put away the snacks, and handed them to him one by one.

"potato chips."

"fruit candy."

"chocolate."

Tan Chen picked one up and wanted to say something, Liang Luo'an felt that he must have done it on purpose, the more he listened to it, the redder his ears became, as if he was publicly punishing his child's taste that had never changed in the past few years.

"The last one..." Tan Chen picked up the last one. The package was very small, and only half of it was left. Tan Chen took a little discernment to see clearly, "This..." "What are you doing! Are you still cooking noodles?" It's gone!" Liang Luo'an's reaction was sudden, and he snatched the small half bag of dried lemons from Tan Chen's hand angrily, stuffed the rest of the things back into the cabinet, and closed the door heavily, not wanting to let Tan Chen go again. As if there was any chance to peek at his snack cabinet, he even twisted the lock on the cabinet door half a turn, then walked around Tan Chen sideways, picked up his empty thermos cup on the table, and did not forget to say "you Eat quickly, I'll go first!" and then left Tan Chen's sight.

After returning to the work station, Liang Luo'an lay down on the table, belatedly feeling a little regretful.

Is his reaction too big?Isn't it just half a bag of lemon slices?Liang Luo'an glanced in the direction of the tea room, it was very quiet, probably Tan Chen had finished cooking the noodles and was eating.

Perhaps Tan Chen didn't care about what was in the bag at all, and now he just felt unreasonable because of his strange behavior.

Liang Luo'an regretted it, and closed his eyes annoyed.

Seven years have passed, and he hasn't learned to behave like a mature person in front of Tan Chen, without any progress, childish, strange, and troublesome.

A few minutes later, footsteps came from the direction of the tea room. Liang Luo'an knew that it was Tan Chen who had come out, but she didn't want to face him, so she continued to lie on the table, pretending to be asleep, and believed that Tan Chen was a mature and sensible person. A good person will not bother him when he is alone on his lunch break.

Sure enough, the footsteps disappeared little by little. After Liang Luo'an continued lying down for a while, other people in the office came back one after another, and the room became a little noisy.

So Liang Luo'an got up, rubbed the red mark on his forehead, heard the commotion coming from the direction of the door, turned his head and happened to see Tan Chen who came back from outside.

Tan Chen was only wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. He carried a few takeaway bags from the milk tea shop in each hand, and distributed them to the jumping young girls one by one.

Liang Luo'an didn't take the initiative to get it, and prayed in his heart that Li Yun could help him get one, so that he wouldn't have to face Tan Chen embarrassingly.

But until there was only one bag left in Tan Chen's hand, it hadn't been assigned to Liang Luo'an.

He didn't receive water at noon, and the more he thought about it, the more thirsty he felt, so he looked back a little impatiently.

Tan Chen was already standing behind him, stretched out his hand around his side, and put the bag on his table.

"Didn't drink at noon, make up now."

When Tan Chen said this, he went back to his own office without waiting for Luo An to thank him politely.

The little girls in the surrounding stations had a good time, and began to happily discuss this milk tea, which is somewhat sugary, has a strong milk taste, and whether it will make you fat.

Liang Luo'an also picked up the straw and plunged it into the cup, and took a sip, but unexpectedly, the taste was completely different from what everyone was discussing.

It was a kind of slightly sour and sweet taste that Liang Luoan was very familiar with and loved, and it almost immediately reminded him of that year, that bitter summer night.

Only then did he carefully look at the takeaway list on the cup.

Honey lemonade, polysaccharides, trouble removing seeds from lemons, thank you.

When Tan Chen helped him make lemonade, he was worried that the unripe lemons would be sour, so he added almost twice the amount of honey, and carefully removed the seeds from the lemons.

Luo An suddenly began to understand why he always felt that other lemonades were not good enough.

Maybe it has something to do with the type of lemon.

Or maybe it was just because Tan Chen left.

The lemon tree at home died the second year after Tan Chen left.