Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

Ten minutes later, Tan Xu transferred two yuan to him.

Yu Yanchuan took the two yuan to a cafeteria and bought a plate of fried pancakes.

The fried pancakes at window 3, he ate them from undergraduate to graduation, and now he is still not tired of eating them at work.

After sending the plate to the recycling window, he skillfully packed another serving of milk, drank it and strolled to the school commercial street.

During this period of time, there were very few students on the road near the teaching building, but after passing the auditorium, the commercial street was still very lively.

In June, the temperature in Ancheng stabilized above [-] degrees. Even at nine o'clock in the morning, Yu Yanchuan was still sweating from the heat.

He bit the straw and pushed the door of the flower shop, and a gust of cold air from the air conditioner came in his face. He sighed comfortably: "Is the humidifier turned on?"

"It's open." The girl sitting behind the counter was holding a notebook to write and draw pictures, "You have a big order today, and you don't have an advance reservation. It's the first time I saw you thinking about it."

Yu Yanchuan looked around, but there were no customers in the shop.

Supporting the counter with both hands, he pressed the notebook in Xiaofeng's hand and turned it around, looking at the records on it: "Eight sets, why didn't he just buy this store."

Xiaofeng stared at him seriously, and said tentatively: "Did the junior do it on purpose?"

Yu Yanchuan crushed the milk carton and threw it into the trash can: "No."

"Oh." Xiaofeng stood up regretfully, "I thought you two got back together."

This sentence blurted out very naturally, Yu Yanchuan replayed the trajectory of the past few days in his mind, and found nothing out of the ordinary: "Why?"

"I heard it," Xiaofeng said confidently, "I told him that I couldn't finish eight jobs today, and he said he would call you, and then turned on the speakerphone."

Yu Yanchuan bent down to help up a bouquet of flowers that was about to lie down, silent and didn't know what to say to express his admiration.

A person who lives off-campus and wakes up at 07:30, unexpectedly still has time to come to the commercial street to order flowers.

Yes, it is very clear about public and private, even if I was lying on the same bed with him a minute ago, I would not mention a business other than going to bed, and I had to go to the flower shop to find the clerk in person.

He pushed the trolley to the fresh-keeping cabinet behind the store to pick flowers, and the little wind behind him suddenly slapped his legs: "Oh, and what he ate was the wholesale waffle I recommended to you two days ago, it really wasn't yours." ah?"

Yu Yanchuan opened the fresh-keeping cabinet and moved buckets of flowers to the trolley: "Maybe."

It is also possible that Tan Xu didn't tell him because he was so angry that he forgot in the morning.

Xiaofeng misunderstood that he and Tan Xu were in love, this misunderstanding lasted for more than half a year, Yu Yanchuan never explained it, after all this is not something worth showing off.

Tan Xu is his direct junior. They met for the first time two years ago in the student union of the college. At that time, he was the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, and Tan Xu was a freshman who came to the next door for an interview.

Yu Yanchuan filled the trolley to the brim and transported it to an open space in a corner of the flower shop.

He couldn't remember how he chatted with Tan Xu at the beginning. It seemed that there were very few boys who came to the Propaganda Department for interviews. He was ordered by the minister to attract freshmen from other departments.

Because Tan Xu is handsome and looks sunny, he has become another key target of the deputy department.

"Brother Yu, I still have a few reservations for today, I'll pack those first." Xiaofeng fastened his apron and walked over with the list.

She took a pair of pruning shears, spread the cellophane on the table, and looked up at Yu Yanchuan.

He stood by the French window with his back to her, and moved the bucket on the cart to the ground.

When exerting force, the shoulders, neck and arms stretched into smooth curves, and several strands of twisted hair hung down and hung messily on the shoulders.

She witnessed how Yu Yanchuan combed his hair, which was neither long nor short, yesterday. The way she combed her dog was wilder than her.

She said, "I beg you to go and cut it, aren't you hot?"

Yu Yanchuan said: "I'm too lazy to go, let's talk about it when we pass by the barber shop."

With Yu Yanchuan in the store, the work in the morning went smoothly. Most of the students who came into the store bought off-the-shelf items, and there was basically no need to unpack and repack them.

The boss is quite friendly to the employees. In order to avoid a large number of students pouring into the cafeteria after class at noon, she was allowed to leave work 15 minutes earlier.

When Xiaofeng was leaving, she really wanted to ask him where he lived now. As far as she knew, her unlucky boss had just been kicked out by his family last week.

But Yu Yanchuan was shuffling cards on the deck chair behind the counter, so she really couldn't ask such a question.

He shuffled the cards beautifully, the tarot cards were thicker than normal, and he looked as if he was about to perform a magic trick.

Yu Yanchuan crossed Erlang's legs and unfolded the cards on the counter with a swipe of his hand.

He took out two of them and stacked them together. Before he opened them, the mobile phone that was thrown aside vibrated, and the caller ID on it was "Dad".

The Page of Cups and the Ten of Swords.

There is evil spirit, there is evil spirit.

The phone vibrated all the way from the middle of the table to the corner of the table, and finally hung up on the other side.

Yu Yanchuan put away the cards and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

He was sleepy today as if he hadn't slept in half his life, and he didn't know why Tan Xu was so energetic.

This sleep lasted until two o'clock, Xiaofeng woke him up in a low voice very considerately, and brought him good news that Tan Xu had come early.

Yu Yanchuan woke up twice in a row and the first thing he saw was Tan Xu, his eyes turned dark: "Are the flowers ready?"

"Okay." Xiaofeng pointed to the densely packed flowers, "The only difference is that the cards haven't been placed yet."

Yu Yanchuan glanced at it, then turned to look at Tan Xu: "Can I take it away?"

The energetic and outstanding junior leaned against the wall, tilted his head and pointed outside the commercial street: "There is a car."

Through the glass window, Yu Yanchuan passed several bicycles and saw a car parked on the roadside outside the commercial street.

The afternoon sun shone on the rearview mirror, and the reflected dazzling spots shone straight in.

Looks like the roof should be hot enough to fry an egg.

Yu Yanchuan walked over to help Xiaofeng tie cards to the bouquet, but she drove her away: "I can do it myself much faster."

He straightened up, felt the gaze from behind, couldn't help but crouched back again.

Xiaofeng kept busy with his hands, and whispered in his ear: "You really haven't gotten back together?"

Yu Yanchuan immediately stood up again, and in order not to look deliberate, picked up a few flowers that had been picked out and dropped on the ground.

"Do you want to throw these away?" Tan Xu asked.

"What are you throwing away?" Yu Yanchuan arranged the small flowers, and tied a few eucalyptus leaves together, and then cut the flower branches short with pruning shears.

The cellophane was cut very small, and he tore a few balls of cotton and put them in the middle, picked up the kettle and poured water on the cotton.

Tan Xu stood beside him, watching the water wet the cotton: "So much?"

Yu Yanchuan neatly gathered up the cellophane, wrapped the flower, put the spout of the kettle into the small opening left, and poured some water on the root.

"Won't this spoil the flower roots?" Tan Xu said it quite sincerely.

Yu Yanchuan pulled out a piece of tape from the cutter on the side and fixed the bouquet: "Guess why you put cotton?"

He always exudes a kind of easy-going charm when he works, even the simple act of packing a bouquet is pleasing to the eye.

The kraft paper was cut into two by him, and wrapped seemingly randomly, the final effect unexpectedly exceeded Tan Xu's expectations.

"It's not soiled." Tan Xu took a small bouquet of flowers and pulled the innermost layer of matte paper.

Yu Yanchuan looked at his hands, suspecting that he hadn't woken up yet: "Are you swearing?"

"Okay, we can move outside." Xiaofeng picked up two bunches of flowers and walked out, "Is that the car, the black one? Open the trunk."

"Yes." Tan Xu replied, then looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, "What about this?"

Yu Yanchuan swept the floor with a broom: "I gave it to you, if you don't want it, you can take it home and put it in the living room."

Xiaofeng who had just walked to the door immediately turned to look at him.

He continued to sweep the floor nonchalantly.

Dealing with Tan Xu outside the house is as easy as flipping the palm of his hand. This masked man wears the sunny and obedient skin of a perfect student every day, and his shirts are tightly tied. I don't know if you can see the bite marks he deliberately left there last night if you untie one of them.

Just like the mark that Sunshine's obedient student deliberately bit on the back of his neck, he didn't dare to comb his hair up all day.

Now Sunshine's obedient student is still pretending not to be familiar with him in front of him, not knowing that he is a passerby.

Sure enough, Tan Xu turned and left speechless, but his back was still tall and straight, and it was an AI standard work that could be framed on the ranking list of the sunny and refreshing university male gods.

Yu Yanchuan quickly looked away.

When they first met, one pretended to be innocent and the other pretended to be wild. Before they climbed into bed, they didn't play a role, and both of them were gone on their respective greasy roads.

As a result, one night passed, and the evaluation of each other became "it's not a good thing".

Other than that, they got along quite happily. If it hadn't been for an accident in the year he graduated, their friendship with friends might have gone a step further.

He turned to look out the French window, and happened to meet Tan Xu who was standing by the car, and Tan Xu strictly blocked the reflection of the rearview mirror.

The moment their eyes met, Tan Xu turned his back.

But Yu Yanchuan still saw him put the bouquet of small flowers into the trunk.

It's good, I didn't throw it this time.