"But then again, how can you say today that you are lucky to eat chicken?"

"So, it's not so much that I'm the only one who enjoys it. Don't you enjoy it by eating chicken yourself?"

After ridiculing Shen Qianyue, Zhang Xiaofan simply got up and changed into a clean and comfortable clothes, and then walked out of the office.

"..."

when leaving Yayue company, Zhang Xiaofan thought about the scene that happened in the bathroom before -

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

This is also let Zhang Xiaofan, a burst of inexplicable emotions to come.

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

But this kind of ambiguous, this kind of gentle country also let Zhang Xiaofan's heart produce a silk of sense of unfinished.

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

But it is precisely because of this clumsiness, this kind of raw and astringent also brings Zhang Xiaofan a kind of unspeakable, unclear sense of stimulation.

This sense of excitement also reminds Zhang Xiaofan of a poem written by Du Mu, a great poet of Tang Dynasty, which has been handed down for thousands of years.

"The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away. The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn."

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

"....

last night, under the leadership of Zhang Xiaofan, a brilliant and powerful" high play ", finally let Shen Qianyue, a novice, eat chicken successfully.

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

How can his mind be undulated? Oh, to be exact, he should be happy?

As the so-called, people happy spirit!

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan also got up from the bed just before dawn, and planned to go to the neighborhood to have some breakfast and fill up his stomach.

At 8:30 a.m., the morning was sunny and the air was fresh.

For Zhang Xiaofan, who always sleeps to the top of the sun when there is basically nothing to do every day, this is really a rare "fresh experience".

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan hands copy pocket, leisurely walk to a breakfast stand selling pancakes, fruits, fried dough sticks and soybean milk.

Usually, when Zhang Xiaofan was studying in University, he always came to this pancake fruit stand to buy a pancake fruit.

However, since graduating from University, he joined such a mysterious organization as Tianting chat group -

for Zhang Xiaofan, in ordinary days, this kind of "ordinary people" which is too ordinary to be able to travel in ordinary daily life has changed some flavor of revisiting his hometown.

"Grandma Li, give me a pancake and fruit with a bowl of corn and soybean milk!"

In front of the stall, Zhang Xiaofan was polite and polite.

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

She was sixty years old, and her figure was a little rickety, but her old face was full of amiable smile.

She has been selling breakfast in this alley for nearly 30 years. It's almost rain and rain every day. What's more, it's amazing that...

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