The story of the big god and the little vacuum HE

On the other side of the capacitive screen, the small vacuum sleeps soundly.

Xiao Vacuum is a pharmacist. After graduating from a master's degree, she went directly to work in a research institute. She has been a good girl since she was a child. She studied hard when she was a student, and worked hard when she was working. She has an introverted personality and has never been in a relationship.

I thought that life would be calm, like most people, when they reach the right age, they obey their parents' orders, get married and have children. If she hadn't met this person, she might have become a man/wife and mother.

When typing those five words, plus a question mark and an ellipsis, Xiao Vacuum felt that her heartbeat was about to stop, but when she pressed send, she suddenly felt relieved.

Either way, it's a knife, at most, 27 years later, she will be a quiet and beautiful girl again.

One day, two days, one month, half a year, there was no news from the Great God.

Little Vacuum still wrote the story. Once upon a time, there were two women who lived happily together forever.

The master's new article is finished and needs to be customized. The master sits in front of the computer for a long time and dials the editor of Dark Horse Time Books.

Master: For this customization, please ask everyone who took photos of the new book to fill in Qin Jiang's reader ID in the notes.

EDIT: Can I ask why?

Dashen: I want to find someone.

The Almighty hung up the phone, and the snow fell heavily outside the window, and it was another year of deep winter in a blink of an eye.

The master went back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year, and perfectly performed Tai Chi Kungfu to deal with the seven aunts and eight aunts at home. When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, when the ice and snow melt, the master opened a new article as usual. Life is like a lake of tranquil water. It flows slowly and unhurriedly.

This morning, the Great God finished his run and sat down at the breakfast shop downstairs to eat breakfast. This kind of small shop is not big, and there are usually enough tables and chairs. I don’t know why there are so many people this morning. When the Great God went, there was only An empty table, it was a table for two people, near the window, there were only two chairs, the Almighty habitually chose the position facing the door.

"Miss Boss, I want a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles."

"Okay, right now."

The Great God lowered his head, sipping the porridge intently.

"Please... Excuse me, can I sit here?" It was the young woman who was speaking at the door of the store just now, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

The Almighty looked up at her, smiled kindly and said, "Yes."

The person nodded slightly, her neck bent into a somewhat moving curve, and she said softly, "Thank you."

The morning light is lazily seeping through the glass, like light spots along the way. The young woman's waist-length black long hair hangs obediently on her chest. She wears light blue jeans and a knitted white sweater. Unbelievably, her skin was fair, but she lacked a layer of blood, making her look pale and weak.In the sun, there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

The Great God froze for a moment.

Dashen felt that the outline of the woman in front of her was slightly blurred. The person she imagined should be like this, like a quiet butterfly flapping its wings gently.

The young woman sat across from her, pulled two napkins on the table and spread them on the table, then carefully stacked the book she had been holding on the napkins.

The Great God leaned forward, and she held her breath slightly, and said, "You... can you show me that book?"

I don't know if it was the illusion of the great god, but she felt that the blush on the face of the person opposite was more obvious.

"can."

The Great God took a deep breath, and opened the title page of the book. There was a line of delicate handwriting on it: I am your roasted sweet potato.

The master raised his hand: Boss, bring me a roasted sweet potato.

The young woman's complexion changed subtly.

Seeing the two of them sitting together, the proprietress brought the roasted sweet potatoes and the young woman's porridge side dishes together. The proprietress first smiled at the young woman and said, "Your porridge."

Then she turned her head and said with a smile: Miss Shang, why did you order an extra roasted sweet potato today.

Dashen smiled: Hey, lady boss, I am here to cheer you on.

The proprietress smiled and left.

The young woman handed the roasted sweet potato to the Great God: Shang...Miss Shang, your roasted sweet potato.

The master smiled slightly: No, it's your roasted sweet potato.

Little Vacuum looked at the woman in white sportswear in front of her. Her eyes were smiling, shining with joy and satisfaction, like two warm ambers wrapped in them, and she could clearly see the time that began to flow slowly again.

Everything is just right.