"But then again, it's lucky for you to eat chicken today, isn't it?"

"So, it's not so much that I'm alone in enjoying it. Don't you enjoy the success of eating chicken yourself?"

After making fun of Shen Qianyue, Zhang Xiaofan got up and simply changed into clean and comfortable clothes when he saw that the time was not enough. After that, he walked out of the office.

“...”

When leaving Yayue company, Zhang Xiaofan thought about what happened in the bathroom before——

Beautiful, ambiguous scene is like a slide, which is constantly repeated in Zhang Xiaofan's mind.

This is also let Zhang Xiaofan, the heart of a burst of inexplicable emotions.

Although, later because of Shen Qianyue's retreat, nothing happened.

But this kind of ambiguous, this kind of gentle hometown also let Zhang Xiaofan's heart give birth to a little bit of feeling.

In particular, think of Shen Qianyue that although raw, clumsy way a few times also hurt himself.

But it is precisely because of this clumsiness, this kind of raw also brings Zhang Xiaofan a kind of indescribable, road unknown stimulation.

This kind of stimulation also reminds Zhang Xiaofan of an ancient poem "to judge hanchuo in Yangzhou" written by Du Mu, a great poet of Tang Dynasty.

"The green mountains are far away, the water is far away, and the grass is not withered in the south of the Yangtze River at the end of autumn."

"On the moon night of the twenty fourth bridge, where can the jade man teach the flute?"

“....”

Last night, under the leadership of Zhang Xiaofan's brilliant "Gaowan", Shen Qianyue, a new rookie, finally got the chicken.

This makes Zhang Xiaofan not only happy, but also "excited",

How a mind rippling, oh... To be exact, it should be happy?

As the saying goes, the spirit of happiness is cool!

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan also got up from bed at dawn and planned to go to the nearby area to have some breakfast to fill his stomach.

It's 8:30 in the morning. It's sunny and the air is fresh.

For Zhang Xiaofan, who always sleeps till the end of the day when he has nothing to do every day, this is really a rare "fresh experience".

So, Zhang Xiaofan hands copy pocket, leisurely walk to a sell pancake fruit, fried dough sticks soybean milk breakfast stand in front of.

As usual, when Zhang Xiaofan was in college, he liked to come to this pancake fruit stand to buy a pancake fruit.

However, since graduating from University, he joined a mysterious organization like Tianting chat group——

For Zhang Xiaofan, this kind of "ordinary people" is so common that they can't go back to their hometown in ordinary daily life.

"Granny Li, give me a pancake fruit and a bowl of soya bean milk!"

In front of the booth, Zhang Xiaofan is polite and chaste.

"Ah, isn't this Xiao Fan? I haven't seen him for a long time. What are you busy with recently?"

Granny Li is 60 years old, and her body is slightly bent, but her old face is full of amiable smile.

She has been selling breakfast in this small alley for nearly 30 years. Every day is almost rain or shine. What's more, it's incredible