When Mr. Xiao Yu was seven months old, Mr. Yu began to teach his children to shout.
The first word is, of course, dad
Today, Mr. Yu bought a new toy for his son and tried to coax him to call himself.
"Come and call dad."
Mr. Xiao Yu looked at his face for a long time and opened his mouth. "Ah bah!"
Drooling all over the place.
Mr. Yu "…"
☆ Chapter 15 Accompany her to eat midnight snack and watch movies (sweet)
The place to eat midnight snack is a 24-hour tea restaurant in the city.
When Song Qingcheng took the menu to choose something, Yutingchuan sat opposite and lit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely.
Considering that Yutingchuan has a bad stomach, all the snacks in Song Dynasty are easy to digest, such as a bowl of green vegetable and fish porridge, a bowl of oolong noodles and some snacks.
Member Feng Tea took the menu and left.
From Song Qingcheng, I asked Yu Tingchuan that he had drunk two glasses of beer, and sometimes the alcohol almost dissipated. If he drank two glasses of white, she would rather call a car than agree to his driving.
Song city remembered just car scene-
He took his right hand away from the steering wheel and held her legs. He gently squeezed his hands and turned his head to look at her. His eyes were warm. "Afraid of my drunk driving accident?"
Smell speech her ears slightly hot well a "fear of suffering"
Yutingchuan smiled and did not let go of her hand.
There are not many guests in the tea restaurant.
I don’t have much time to order snacks one after another.
The clerk brought fish porridge and oolong noodles. Song Qingcheng first asked Yu Tingchuan what to eat. Yu Tingchuan attended the dinner in the evening. In addition to two glasses of beer, he actually ate some dishes, and the smell of alcohol and tobacco was more smoked. He didn’t have much appetite for porridge and noodles, but he still asked for light oolong noodles.
Song Qingcheng pushed the pasta to Yutingchuan and picked up the spoon to eat the bowl of green vegetables and fish porridge.
Seeing that she bowed her head and drank porridge slowly, like a kitten eating, people could see her appetite. Yu Tingchuan choked the cigarette and picked up chopsticks from the tray to accompany her to eat something.
It’s almost eleven o’clock at night after midnight.
Yurao is a third-tier city, no better than Nancheng, but the economy is relatively developed, and the neon lights are bright at night. Even though the shopping malls are already open, there are still many shops on both sides of the road, and pedestrians and vehicles in the downtown area are quite frequent.
Walking out of the tea restaurant and coming into sight is this colorful street scene.
Yutingchuan passenger car parked on the roadside.
Song Qingcheng will directly send himself home. After the result comes out, he will be holding the right hand man’s left hand steel watch and touching her wrist. A cool palm is dry and warm.
See two people clasping hands song city didn’t withdraw a little strength to hold back.
These intimate feelings are easy to do.
Nowadays, the change of mood will produce some shyness.
Take the road of dim lights. Song Qingcheng remembered grandma’s confession and asked him when it would be inconvenient to go to Tongzi Lane again.
"Um … it’s grandma. She wants to talk to you again."
Song Qingcheng also said that the old man let go. "Grandma has agreed to let me go back to Nancheng."
Yu Tingchuan asked, "What did you say to the old lady?"
"No," said Xue Minzhong, who was temporarily absent from the whole Song Dynasty. "Maybe it’s figured it out."
"Are relatives still at home?"
"Cousin thinks it’s too much trouble. Our family has moved to a hotel."
Say that finish haunting each other is quiet.
After a convenience store, Song Qingcheng saw Yu Tingchuan selling grilled squid and saw that she meant to let go of her hand and "go in and buy it if you want."
Song Qingcheng asked, "Then do you want it?"
Yu Tingchuan hasn’t touched this kind of food for many years. Even when he was young, he didn’t buy grilled squid and hot dogs on the roadside. These have always been popular with little girls.
He didn’t wait outside the shop.
Squids are all freshly baked, and I occasionally take a look outside in front of the iron plate table of the whole Song Dynasty.
About ten minutes, she went out with squid skewers.
Yu Tingchuan doesn’t eat grilled squid. Song Qingcheng takes five strings by himself. Two people continue to walk at a slow pace. The lights lengthen their figures and overlap from time to time.
Song Qingcheng didn’t like squid much either, because he wanted to find something to do when he was walking.
Lu Yutingchuan lit another cigarette.
Light blue flame cigarette lighter mouth extinguished, and his two fingers took away the cigarette in his mouth. In the thin smoke, he looked at the whole Song Dynasty walking in front.