Soaked in the familiar taste, Song Qiaoxi was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids at all, and fell asleep on the swaying bus.
This time I slept soundly, and even had a dream. It happened that I bought a hot fried sweet potato pie, held it in her hand and took a bite before biting it down. Song Qiaoxi noticed someone pushing herself.
"Xixi, I'll be there in one more stop, wake up..."
When he opened his eyes, Ding Miao was patting her shoulder.
Ms. Miao stared at her face and looked carefully. Suddenly, she laughed out loud, "Hey, little greedy cat, what are your dreams, your saliva is flowing out?"
"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi wiped the corners of her mouth with her right hand and smiled dumbly at Ding Miao, and said embarrassedly: "I dreamt of the fried sweet potato candy at the gate of the foreign language school."
"Well, it's delicious, but it looks too high in calories." Ding Miao shook her head, squeezed her waist, raised her head and said to Song Qiaoxi, "I don't dare to eat now..."
Starting from the summer vacation when Ding Miao graduated from elementary school, she had paid much attention to her personal image. She never touched anyone who was high in sugar and oil, and was very self-disciplined.
Song Qiaoxi was still leaning her head on the window frame of the bus, and blinked and said, "It's not every day to eat, just eat it occasionally, is it okay?"
Standing on the side, Chu Jin stretched out her hand and flicked her forehead. His eyes were bent into a beautiful Xuanyue, "It's okay. I want to buy you from school tomorrow. You can eat as many as you want."
"Really!" Song Qiaoxi became energetic in an instant.
On the way after school in the afternoon, many vendors selling snacks gathered at the entrance of the Foreign Language School.
One shop sells small round cakes made of sweet potato diced. They look very delicious.
The vendor put sweet potato cubes mixed with flour and eggs on a colander, and fried them in a frying pan until they were golden.
Sprinkle with a handful of soft white sugar when it's just out of the pot, it looks sweet and crunchy, it's not too tempting!
Only this afternoon, a few friends joined the club in the basketball hall to sign up for the club. It was originally time to go home. When Song Qiaoxi saw the delicious sweet potato cake, she was not ashamed to ask everyone to wait for her and she went to buy it.
A sweater slipped from her left cheek to her knees, and Song Qiaoxi discovered that it was really the sweater that Chu Jin carried when she was in elementary school.
Holding the sweater in her hand, Song Qiaoxi glanced at the sweater, then looked up at Chu Jin, his face was the same as usual, still with the calm expression.
"Ready to get off." Wang Junyang had already walked to the back door of the bus and waved at them.
The sweater in his hand was taken away by Chu Jin, and he folded it twice and stuffed it into his black schoolbag. Chu Jin said faintly to Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao: "Go, you're home."
On the way back to the compound from the bus station, Song Qiaoxi took Ding Miao's arm and walked behind the two boys.
She glanced at Chu's bulging black schoolbag from time to time, and her heart was filled with warmth.
Turns out, even if it's not in the same class...
Chu Jin would still wear that sweater.
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RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
