At five o'clock in the morning, she had already sat in the shop before dawn in order to eat the freshest and hot steamed buns. When it was almost six o'clock, the shop could no longer seat any seats.
Liu Po’s steamed bun shop has only five tables and has never been expanded.
My mother-in-law still likes to tell her stories to the adolescent children in the store when she is bored.
It was foggy outside, and the diners inside couldn't tell whether it was the fog in the air or the smoke in the steamer.
An Yiran regretted it a little. It was so cold at five o'clock.
"Classmate! Classmate!" The collar of a boy's sweatshirt outside blocked half of his face.
"Here!" She waved her hand.
Not many students knew that the food here was delicious. Most of them were brought by their parents, so she recognized him at a glance as the boy who asked her for help yesterday.
Grandma brought another drawer of steamed buns, "Of course, are these good friends?"
"classmate."
"I've never seen you come with friends other than Xiao Shui." The mother-in-law looked at An Yiran with a smile.
"Hello, mother-in-law, my name is Shen Qiannan, Pumpkin's Nan." He took his mother-in-law's hand affectionately, and she patted him.
An Yiran was a little curious. Wasn't his "nan" next to the word "木"? "On your school badge, isn't Nan next to the word wood?" She pointed to the school badge on his jacket.
"This is because the school admitted the wrong student when I went through the transfer procedures." He was not in a hurry at all and answered her questions fluently.
She nodded.
It's him.
The bun blocked her mouth, so naturally he couldn't see the smile hidden in the bun and just regarded it as an ordinary meal.
She didn't send him any precise location of Liu Po's bun shop, she just sent him a name. He could find such a remote fly shop. In fact, she already knew it from the beginning.
"Are you full? Let's go when you're done." She wiped the grease on her mouth with paper, put the waste paper into the basket, turned around and left without waiting for him.
"Here it comes!" He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and ran after her.
Little guy, you're acting weird.
"You look a lot like a friend of mine."
He froze on the spot, "Don't think of me as someone else, I'm no one's substitute."
"Yeah."
Since you don't admit it, I won't admit it either.
He followed her, and the two of them didn't exchange a word the whole time. In order to make the atmosphere less awkward, he decided to take the initiative to break the deadlock.
"Which floor is our class on?"
.......
An Yiran ignored him.
"Are the classmates easy to get along with?"
An Yiran ignored him.
She took a leave of absence when she first came here. How can she know that her classmates are easy to get along with?
"I hate liars the most, especially those who choose to deceive themselves after I find out they lied."
There was no expression on her face, as if this sentence seemed insignificant. Pressing on him step by step, words dropped like meteorites.
"Is the school cafeteria delicious?" He chose to avoid the topic.
.......
"Um."
Since you don't want to speak, then I don't want to listen.
"Sister, can you accompany me to find my mother?" A child blocked her path.
"No." She stepped around him.
"Good boy, why are you here! Let's go!" A woman who looked like a mother suddenly came from the corner of a hotel and pulled the child to leave.
"Hey, are you a dead person?" Seeing her still so indifferent, he turned around and went to find the child.
"A key class for idiots to get into through connections."
An Yiran hugged the child first, "I just had a fight with my brother and found that he didn't follow me. How come he became your son?"
"If you don't leave, I will call the police." She glared at An Yiran and watched dryly as An Yiran walked away with the little boy in his arms.
"It seems like you're not that cold after all... Where are we going to take our children now?"
"You seem to be a real fool."
They kept their distance again, and the child's eyes kept staring at Shen Qiannan.
"Kid, why are you staring at me?" He scratched the tip of the child's nose lovingly. He had no resistance to cute things, even human cubs.
They walked a short distance to a police station.
"So you want the police to help him find his mother." He scratched his head, not wanting to be so embarrassed with her.
"His mother is following behind."
When I turned around, I saw a woman huddled in the corner of the door.
"Isn't that the trafficker?" He approached her quietly.
"That's his mother, otherwise I wouldn't have been worried about following him all the way."
"Then didn't we make a big mistake?"
"She is also a personal trafficker." She felt that he did it on purpose. If the woman was not afraid, she could call the police without fear, so why should she follow them.
"Mom, run!" The child suddenly shouted. The woman at the door didn't know where she got the door lock from. After locking the door, she probably saw that her son was safe and ran away.
"Go after it." She ordered Shen Qiannan.
"How do you get out here????"
"Jump out of the window."
...He climbed out of the window "Why do you let me do manual labor!!"
An Yiran looked at the policeman who was calm and composed and didn't even move his buttocks at all.
"Why don't you catch the human trafficker???" She was a little curious.
"Little girl, let me show you what the French Open means." The old policeman slapped a button, and the loud alarm sound outside came in through the open window. You can see the police officers doing morning exercises outside holding the woman and Shen Qiannan down.
"Pfft!" He laughed so hard that it made him remember.
