The breakfast shop Su Yumian mentioned is not far from the cinema, and the starting price of a taxi is here. She ordered two wontons, one pack of soup buns, one pack of small buns, and two tea eggs.

The soup of wontons is very clear, and some seaweed and shrimp skin are added to make the freshness. The special thing is that the wontons are very small, almost as small as the fingernails. One bite is not a dream.

Su Yumian took a sip of hot soup and squinted his eyes comfortably: "The specialty of ours is small wontons, which can be drunk directly, which is different from the big wontons here."

Yi Liao stayed in the ward for two nights. Even though he was in good health, he felt a little tired at this moment. He took a sip of hot fresh soup, and the wonton skin was so soft that it melted in his mouth, and felt that his body and mind were relaxed.

The soup dumplings also inherit the sweeter flavors in the Jiangnan region, but in order to adapt to the taste buds of people in City B, the sweetness has been reduced a lot and it is not so easy to get greasy.

Su Yumian is like a food commentator, and he often gives Yijie some popular science: "We have a special breakfast called rice, which is mainly made of glutinous rice. I have also eaten black rice, and it is covered with side dishes such as fried dough sticks and pickled vegetables. It is actually a bit like a rice ball, but it is long."

Yidao nodded: "I've eaten it."

Su Yumian opened his almond eyes widened: "You have eaten it? Is there any sale in the market? I miss it."

"No, I'm in S...well, I've eaten it when I went to the Jiangnan area before."

Yi Lan didn't want her to know that he had gone to S City to find her.

This is something that is difficult to explain clearly now. Su Yumian is still very passive, so he wants to take it slowly.

Yi Lan bit the bun Pier and remembered the challenge he had launched to Lu Liangshu, and suddenly felt that his movements could not seem to be too slow.

But he has no experience in chasing girls, so what should he do? If he had known, he would have asked his grandfather for more advice.

Su Yumian didn't know that Yi Liao was thinking about it, and his eyes were completely attracted by his hands.

This is a pair of hands of great value. Holding a brush, these hands will write elegant and thin characters. The pen tip contains the solemn style as the wind under the pineapple. Now, these slender hands are carefully... peeling the egg shell.

Yilan seems not very good at doing such things. The egg whites are always peeled off together with the eggshell. Su Yumian's eyelids twitched and she said helplessly: "You put it, I'll do it."

Yi Liao quickly replied with a word: "No."

Very stubborn and inexplicably persisted.

Finally peeled off all the eggshells, he put the egg in front of Su Yumian: "For you."

Su Yumian poked the bumpy egg with chopsticks: "Teacher Yi's handmade, should I frame it?"

Yi Liao looked away, suppressed the joy in his heart, and said calmly: "I can peel another one."

Su Yumian's eyes twitched: "Don't, let it go."

...

After breakfast, Yi Liao sent Su Yumian downstairs to her house.

Su Yumian lives in a new community. The houses assigned by the demolition households a few years ago were basically used for rent. This place is not as noisy as in the city. After the rush hour of the morning shift, there are not many people coming and going.

Now it's time for the sun to be full, and the autumn sun is still a little hot. Su Yumian's cheeks showed a faint blush, and there was a little water vapor on the tip of her nose because of sweat.

She walked quietly beside her, her eyelashes naturally drooping, as long as wings, and her whole body looked like a docile little animal.

Yi Lan's heart was sore and numb and sweet. He stretched out his hand and couldn't help but rub Su Yumian's head.

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and his body quickly took a step back, so quickly that it almost seemed like an instinctive reaction, which made the movements in his hands empty.

Yi Liao was stunned for a moment and vaguely realized that his movements were inappropriate.

But Su Yumian's eyes completely cooled down the sweetness that had just risen.

——I was filled with fear again.

Yi Liao lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes disappeared, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Sorry."

Su Yumian shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, no, it's not your fault, I'm just subconscious..."

She is not only afraid, but also a little guilty now.

Yi Liao was stuck in his throat. After a long pause, he finally smiled and changed the topic: "In the future, you can treat me to a meal when you go to S City."

"No problem, please be full."

"I'm back, you go up."

"Okay, then I'll be happy first, be careful on the way."

Su Yumian turned around and entered the building. Yizhan looked at it for a while and suddenly called her: "Su Yumian."

"Ah?" She turned her head, her expression dazed.

"Thank you today."

Yi Liao stood under the tree, with light at the corners of his eyes, which looked so beautiful that it was not very good.

When she got home, she lay on the sofa for twenty minutes, and there seemed to be a heat wave in her ears.

The man's tall figure as tall as a jade tree kept popping up in his mind, and he couldn't even wave it away. She raised her hand and touched her head, and there seemed to be the warmth of Yi Hang's palms.

This is the second time he has rubbed her head.

The last time was seven years ago, when the second grade of high school held an English drama competition, each class had to release a short drama.

The participants in Su Yumian and their class were identified by the teacher. Yi Liao was the first to be called to play the male lead.

The actress who plays the heroine is an English class representative named Xu Rui.

Su Yumian had average grades and a weak sense of presence, so she was naturally ignored by the teacher. But she had no interest at all, and sitting in the audience was her greatest interest.

During the period of preparation for the English drama, Su Yumian studied and lived as usual, and had not paid attention to any progress in this matter, and he didn't even know what the script was.

One Sunday before the competition, she went to the school library to do her homework as usual. There were no people in the library on Sunday, so she still sat in her "exclusive" seat.

This table is located in the innermost part of many bookshelf, by the window, and is very hidden and not easy to find. You can only sit down. She is the only one who likes to come here.

After finishing a paper, Su Yumian raised her head and moved her arms, and found Yi Liao standing beside him. He leaned leisurely on the bookshelf, turning a book "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in his hand.

"Why don't you find a seat?" Su Yumian said, breaking the tranquil balance.

Yi Liao raised his eyes and said calmly: "I like to stand."

At that time, Su Yumian felt that this person might be sick.

She continued, “You don’t need to rehearse today?”

"I've escaped."

"...Is this OK? Xu Rui will be unhappy."

Yi Liao put down the book and looked at her incomprehensible: "What does it have to do with her unhappy?"

"Oh." Su Yumian no longer meddled with other people's business and took out a set of new questions to prepare to continue reading.

Yi Liao also turned around and left, and soon came back with a stool. He sat next to Su Yumian, picked up the math test paper she had just painted and wrote while reading.

Su Yumian glanced at him. His handwriting was neat and vigorous, and the analysis steps of the last major question were written in densely. Even the steps of solving the problem were written in thin gold. What is this operation?

"Yi Lao, is this written for me?"

"Yes." The broken hair was blocking his eyelashes, and he didn't look up. "You need to improve your math grades."

"Oh." I will definitely cut this page out and auction it out in the future. Su Yumian turned her pen boredly, and suddenly became interested and asked curiously: "Yi Lao, what kind of drama is our class scheduled this time?"

"Cinderella."

“Did you line up smoothly?”

Yi Liao raised his head slightly and frowned: "It's not very smooth."

"What's wrong?"

"Because I don't cooperate."

...

Su Yumian twitched his eyes and said expressionlessly, "That's true, it's not going to be smooth to think about it."

Yi Zao laughed, then frowned again, and said boredly: "I don't want to touch someone else's head."

"What?"

"They insisted that I touch the heroine's head, I don't want to."

"Touch your head and kill it." Su Yumian expressed his understanding, "This is a more popular plot among girls."

Yi Liao pursed his lips and looked at her thoughtfully: "I don't know how to touch someone else's head naturally, it feels awkward."

"Oh, just keep calm. You treat the other person as a furry little animal. You can always touch the animal's hair, right?" Su Yumian said while reaching out to demonstrate in the air. "When you think the little animal is cute, you subconsciously want to touch it. Can you understand this feeling?"

Yi Liao let out a long "oh" sound, and suddenly stretched out his hand and touched her head.

The movements were natural and there was no sense of incongruity, as if I had practiced it many times in my heart.

He looked calm and asked lightly: "Is that true?"

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment and nodded calmly: "Yes, that's it, you've learned it."

But later, at the scene of their class's drama competition, Yi Liao still did not touch Xu Rui's head.

——But if Su Yumian knew that this scene in the library would be photographed, she would have avoided that for a moment.

***

The screenwriter A of Su Yumian is headed by Tang Lin and the deputy team leader is Jiang Wenyu.
To be continued...