Chapter 327

Summer nights always come very late. Even now it's time for dinner, it's just a little yellow beside the skyline.

The dark clouds in the sky began to gather and half covered the afterglow of the setting sun.

Bai Song looked at the dark clouds, pulled flowers and said softly, "it looks like it's going to rain. Let's hurry up."

"But the little ants didn't move?" blossoming with innocent big eyes said to the white pine, "the teacher said that the little ants will move when it rains."

Bai Song listened to the childish words, smiled and touched Duoduo's head, so that Duoduo tilted his head and didn't know why.

"The little ants have built a big palace underground. With that palace, they can protect themselves from the wind and rain. They are not afraid." Bai Song said something that makes blossoms understand a little.

Blossoming little hands pulled their hair, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "is that the same as home? There are parents who can protect themselves from the wind and rain."

"Well, isn't it?" Bai Song simply replied, referring to his family. Bai Song remembered the narrow dwelling he lived in, and seemed unwilling to stay on this topic.

After walking for a while, he has walked out of the street. The cold dish seller is not far ahead and has walked on the road.

Bai Song took his daughter's little hand and changed the topic: "blossoming, is there anything interesting in kindergarten?"

At this time, a car that looked very trendy drove slowly across the road. After seeing it, one after another immediately said, "today Niuniu didn't take the school bus, but directly took the one just like that and left. Will dad be faster than the school bus?"

"Faster." Bai Song nodded.

Blossoming looked up innocently and looked at the white pine with big eyes: "do you have that father?"

Bai song suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face became a little stiff. One by one, he thought Bai Song was angry. One by one, he shook Bai Song's hand and shouted, "Dad."

Perhaps in his previous life, Bai song would be difficult to face such a simple problem as his daughter, but this life was reborn, which made Bai Song a little relieved and fortunately reborn.

Bai Song's face returned to a relaxed smile. He let go of each flower's small hands, supported his knees with his hands, bent down, looked at each flower and said solemnly, "there will be."

Blossoming seems a little confused about why her father became so serious because of such a thing, but she doesn't know that a man's promise is the same even in the face of children.

Looking at the confused little expression, I Bai Song smiled helplessly and held her little hand again.

The owner of the cold dish shop looked at the white pine and asked with a smile, "what do you want to cut?"

"Cut half a catty of pig ears, eh..." Bai Song thought for a moment. He remembered that his daughter seemed to like rabbits and said, "cut another half of a rabbit with ginger juice."

"OK."

The boss is a very agile person. In addition, the cold dish itself is cooked food, and the seasoning is also prepared in advance, such as a pile of ginger, garlic and tar. It only needs to be reconciled in proportion.

Bai Song probably knows that the old shopkeeper has been working for nearly 20 years. The shop is a small shop and has never invited employees. Most of them are packed by neighbors to eat at home.

It is said that practice makes perfect, but some people feel that doing the same thing day after day is very boring. They either change careers or do it numbly for a living.

But some people do the same thing. Unlike the former, he is willing to do it with his heart even if it is a mechanical work day after day.

Once you do something with your heart and stick to it for decades, no matter how humble it is, it can be called art. Just like the boss in front of you, those spices can match the taste of gold ratio without even looking.

Cutting, cutting, pinching, scooping... Every step is very smooth. It looks like a performance. This seemingly insignificant work is not too much to be turned into art.

Isn't art derived from life and higher than life?

With his daughter, he came out of the cold dish shop. The white pine looked up at the sky again. The dark cloud had not dispersed.

"White pine!"

Walking, Bai song suddenly someone called his name. Turning around, he found that it was the only place on the street to sell welfare lottery tickets. It was far away from here.

Bai Song walked in and found the source of the sound: "it's you, old ghost."

Old ghost is a 50-year-old man. Bai Song forgot his name. He only knew his name was old ghost. Old ghost is not a person who often hangs out with Bai Song.

At the beginning, Bai song also went to work. This old ghost is Bai Song's team leader. Everyone calls him old ghost, whether it's a young man in his twenties or a veteran in his thirties and forties.

Few people know what the old ghost is called.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You haven't played with us since you resigned."

The old ghost group is full of young people who can talk to each other. The relationship between the two is quite good at work. In my memory, it seems that the old ghost also lives nearby.

"What are you doing recently?" the old ghost obviously doesn't know the reputation of white pine. The whole street is still very big. In fact, only a few people know white pine.

"I didn't do anything..." Bai Song wanted to prevaricate. I don't know why Bai Song couldn't help saying, "just make some money in the game. Well... I'd better work like before."

"Very good. At least I'm free at work." the old ghost smiled, looked at the flowers and asked Bai Song, "is this your daughter? Oh, that's good."

Bai Song took his daughter's hand, looked at the old ghost and said, "well, call uncle one after another."

In general, this kind of situation will say what is Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, uncle Zhao and so on. Bai song really forgot the name of the old ghost. If you want to ask, it seems embarrassing. You can't call him uncle ghost, can you?

Little hands holding white pine's arms, eyes timid: "Hello, uncle."

"Ah, hello." the old ghost was originally a very free and easy person, because it was summer. There was also a refrigerator next to the lottery store. The old ghost asked the boss to buy an ice cream: "blossoms, uncle gave it to you."

Blossoming inquired and looked at Bai Song, because he usually said not to take things from strangers. Bai Song knew what blossoming meant and nodded: "take it and say thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, uncle." blossoming took the ice cream and said it skillfully.

One after another ate the ice cream quietly. The air conditioner was on in the lottery shop, and the white pine couldn't help getting a little closer,

The heat of summer is really uncomfortable. The white pines can't stand it, let alone blossoming.