Qin Junnian looked at the expression sent by Song Xiyue, the curvature of the corner of his mouth rose, [I want to eat it and make it for you. ]
Seeing this sentence, Song Xiyue's heart palpitated.
Feeling flirted.
[Okay, I'll go there when I have time. ]
Song Xiyue's heart is sweet.
Song Xiyue sent a message back to Qin Junnian, and replied [you have breakfast first]
[Okay, you also remember to have breakfast. ]
[Well, see you tonight. ]
[Ok, see you tonight. ]
After the two people finished sending the message, Song Xiyue put the phone away and went downstairs happily.
Because Qin Junnian was there, Song Xiyue was in a good mood.
When Song Xiyue went downstairs, she saw her grandma preparing breakfast, and said happily, "Grandma, it's snowing, it's snowing."
Liu Cizhen laughed when Song Xiyue was in such a good mood, "Yeah, it's snowing, and it's quite heavy this time."
"But the weather is getting warmer now, and the snow was really heavy when you were a kid."
Song Xiyue nodded, "Well, I remember, I have an impression."
"At that time, the snow was very thick. When I woke up in the morning of school, the snow outside the door was swept aside, revealing a road."
"But on the way to school, the snow reached my knees."
The snow was really big when I was a kid.
Song Xiyue remembered that when she was a child, she felt that the memory was good.
At that time, no matter how cold the weather was, I had to go to school.
"Now there is heating, and it's not cold in the house. I remember when I was a child, it was so cold in winter that I didn't want to wake up in the bed."
Liu Cizhen also thought of that time and said with a smile, "You couldn't get up at that time, but you would get up every time and go to school with your schoolbag on your back."
Song Xiyue followed Liu Cizhen and recalled: "I still remember that when I came back from school, I could always see my grandmother."
At that time, my grandmother would wait for her at the entrance of the village, and when she came home from school, she would cook something delicious for her.
Childhood memories are warm and beautiful.
Let’s continue writing during the day. It’s too tiring to stay up late. Recently, I have been staying up late in order to save the manuscript. I need to adjust my biological clock.