It’s Not Too Late to Meet Again After Rebirth

Chapter 43 Little Man's Experience of Little Man of Han

Old Du has n’t finished breakfast yet, and there have been more customers coming. So early, almost all are old customers. Everyone complains about it. At the end, almost everyone bought double the amount of the past. It seems that It seems to make up for the portion owed a few days ago.

After Lao Du finished his breakfast, the guests got up, he busy let Yu Dong pick up five cage buns for him, let Aunt Wang pack two porridges for him, pay the money to Han Xun, and went outside to find the old lady I bought a few tea eggs, and my hands were full, and I walked home with satisfaction.

At seven o'clock in the blink of an eye, the number of guests in the store suddenly increased. The steamed buns and steamed buns were quickly wiped out, and many people were waiting outside the store. A batch of steamed steamed buns immediately attracted people's mad robbery.

This is the first time in his life that Han Xun has done 'cash register' work. The young master who is accustomed to the decayed material life of the US imperialist bourgeoisie. In the past, when people encountered discounts in shopping malls, some people would walk around and now they were surrounded by a group of people. How much should I charge for what I have received? Even if I change the change to the guests, I still have to keep an eye on whether anyone is taking advantage of the ticket ... But this group of people does n’t like queuing, and they are arrogantly arrogant, saying that he does n’t understand His dialect, the noisy quarrel, made his head big, and he sweated him out.

Fortunately, Yu Dong and Aunt Wang helped to remind that Han Xun gradually got used to it, and gradually got used to it.

By 10 am, the prepared ingredients were all made into steamed buns and buns. All the things were swept away by the guests. Some guests who came late were only disappointed. Today's time is very tight. Everyone is so busy that they haven't eaten anything. They are so hungry that they stick their backs to their backs. Lin Mo asked Liu Li to straighten the folded wooden store door and hide it. In a pile of steamers, there were several steaming steamed buns, and more than a dozen steamed buns. The old lady also left a tea egg for everyone.

A few red peppers and a few pieces of bamboo shoots and radishes were left in the pickle jar. Aunt Wang fished them all out. Everyone ate buns with kimchi.

Han Xun nibbling at the steamed buns, accompanied by crispy and refreshing pickled radishes. The steamed buns themselves are soft and sweet, but it is not difficult to swallow, but compared with the rich buns, I feel no taste at all.

Lin Mo looked at the abandoned dog that Han Xiaoren had drooped his ears, and was in a very happy mood. He put some of the three flavored buns in a small steamer and pushed it in front of him: "Do n’t just eat buns, try our shop. Inside the buns. "

Han Xun hesitated with a bun: "... I don't like to eat steamed buns very much."

Bastard, would n’t it be awkward to die? Do n’t keep staring at the buns!

If it were not for his busy morning, he was too lazy to control him!

"The buns in our shop are different from other ones, you will know if you try them."

Han Xun solved the steamed buns in two hands and said, "I'll try it."

He picked a long-coveted bag of shiitake mushrooms, and bit off half a bun in one bite. The shiitake mushroom that has fully absorbed the gravy is extremely smooth. Almost every fragrance in the delicate taste is brought to the extreme, easily conquering the picky taste buds of Han Xiaoren .

When in country M, Han Xun ’s breakfast was mainly Chinese. The kitchen chef steamed the buns every three to five times, and the materials were not stingy. What was expensive? Occasionally, it was delicious and delicious. After a long time of eating, I always felt that no matter how stuffed it was There is a taste of ham and abalone juice, how can the original taste made by Lin Xiaomo be delicious.

For a moment, Han Xun ate all the steamed buns in the steamer, and his chopsticks stretched out to the small steamer in front of Lin Mo. The black **** and chili skin had long been forgotten by him.

"How is it, does it taste good?" Lin Mo asked with a smile.

Han Xun has seen many beautiful beauties, and Lin Mo's appearance is placed among them, absolutely no less than anyone else. If he recut his rustic hair and put him on the costumes carefully cut by the master, his own calm temperament and pride derived from his soul, is it not like the little prince in the fairy tale who lives in the castle and does not eat fireworks on earth?

But who can think of what the ‘little prince’ does is the ‘fireworks on earth’?

If this "little prince" could be kept in captivity, it would be nice to cook for him all his life.

Han Xun concentrated his thoughts and smiled, "Sloppy, personally think that the mushroom flavor is the most delicious." He said that he had unceremoniously wrapped the cage of mushrooms in front of Lin Mo.

"Eating goods." Lin Mo murmured dissatisfied.

After having breakfast, everyone should wash all the things that should be washed together, and take out all kinds of vegetables and meat to be used for cooking hot and spicy at night. Everyone was busy, Han Xun was embarrassed to stand beside him, as long as he stood on his scalp, but he didn't know where to start many dishes, so he had to take the one to cut potatoes.

The busy time always passed very fast, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. The overcast clouds gradually dispersed in the morning, the sun emerged from behind the thin clouds, and the wet ground quickly became muggy. There are several large stoves in the store, and the temperature in the store is several degrees higher than the outside. The small ceiling fan does not play a role at all. Everyone has worked for a long time and they have already adapted to this environment, but Han Xun is very hot Something uncomfortable, something that has troubled him for a long time, is quietly recovering as the heat increases.

There are still some pot bottom ingredients frozen in the refrigerator, but the quantity is not large enough for night use, Lin Mo needs to re-fry the ingredients.

Lin Mo had limited space downstairs, and many of the materials were upstairs by Lin Mo. He took the required ingredients according to a certain percentage and went downstairs, but he saw Han Xun's face turning pale, driving the tap with blue plastic water pipes and punching .

Lin Mo quickly walked over and screwed the faucet, frowning: "How can you be so punchy, be careful with colds and headaches."

Han Xun froze for a moment, seeing the people before him, holding back the severe headache, and grinning reluctantly: "No, I'm in good health."

Lin Mo saw that his face was very ugly, and there was something in his heart that sighed: "The store is too hot. You should rest in the yard first. The mung bean soup will be cold for a while. Drink more to cool off and wait for the heat. When it ’s fired, we can go home. The house is cooler than here. "

Han Xun looked at Lin Mo's faint worries, and the pain that had been controlled by drugs for a long time gradually receded. He chuckled and said: "It's okay. It's better to just take a shower."

"Don't be brave, if you get sick, I can't afford it." Looking at Han Xun's abnormally white face, Lin Mo's brow furrowed even more when he thought of the blood clot in his head. Although the doctor of the provincial hospital said that the blood clot will no longer cause any adverse effects, it will ablate naturally, but in case it cannot be ablated, what if it develops in the bad? Yu Qingli, he did not want Han Xun to be hurt in the slightest.

Sure enough, the Chen family should be notified to pick up Han Xun, accepting more systematic and thorough examination and treatment is the best choice.

However, he really didn't want to have any relationship with anyone in the Chen family ...

I don't know why, Lin Mo felt a little sullen in thinking that Han Xun was leaving.

"If you can't afford it, you can pay yourself." Han Xun habitually teased Lin Mo, but Lin Mo didn't explode as usual, but instead looked as if he didn't listen to him.

"Lin Xiaomo, I'm fine, don't think about it, would you want to send me away again?" Han Xun was so anxious.

Lin Mo recovered, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He said seriously: "You have spent so much money on me and eat so much food. I want to leave without enough money. How could there be such a cheap thing?" Maybe, he really It's time to think about sending Han Xun away.

Subconsciously, Han Xun let out a sigh of relief, "I know, Lin Xiaomo, I found that you are a little Grandi."

Lin Moliang said coolly: "Actually I prefer the name Zhou Paipi."

"Zhou Paipi, what do you mean?" It sounds like it's not a good person.

"I don't know?" Lin Mo asked with a nasty smile.

Han Xun nodded.

"Don't tell you." Lin Mo smiled and narrowed his eyes, exquisitely looking like a cat with a juvenile childish face.

Han Xun: "..."

Busy until one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Mo's preparations have been completed. He also used the ingredients in the store to simply fry a few dishes for everyone. After lunch, everyone can take a break and continue to prepare later. Things needed at night.

Lin Mo was riding the three-wheeled vehicle to drive the old lady home. Han Xun pedalled his bicycle and followed by the hot sun. The headache that had calmed down before showed signs of coming back.

The weather was very hot, and the sunlight of the white flower was so upsetting that no one spoke on the way back. Therefore, Lin Mo did not find Han Xun's strange.

Back home, Xiao Chuandun had already cooked the rice, and Lin Mo poured the dishes packed from the store on a plate. The weather is hot, and the dishes are still hot enough to eat directly.

Han Xun took the opportunity to walk upstairs alone, took out the package of medicine, and fell into the palm of his hand, leaving only five pills left. He froze for a moment, took one of the pills and threw it into his mouth, swallowed it dry, and put the remaining pills back in the bag.

The medicine quickly worked and the pain gradually eased. Han Xun pulled out the phone from the bottom of the bed, turned on the phone, and went to the balcony outside to find the signal, and dialed Ahu's phone. After a few words, Ahu's anxious voice came from the phone: [Young Master, let me pick you up. Without the medicine prescribed by Dr. Winchester, your illness ...]

Han Xun interrupted his words with a cold voice: [I am not sick, I do not need the medicine he prescribed. I'm fine now, you are not allowed to come to me. 】

[Master, Master ...] A busy beep sounded on the phone, [somehow tell me an address, let me send you the medicine ...] Ahu was so worried that his scalp was about to come off. His mouth is really stupid, and he knows clearly that the young master does not like others to say he is sick, and he also said. A Hu was so depressed that he couldn't wait to fan himself.

What should I do now, without medicine, in case the young master gets sick ...

No, no matter how little the master said, he must go to him.

Lin Mo counted his morning income downstairs and recorded the bills delivered from the vegetable market to facilitate the checkout at the end of the month. Xiao Chuandun volunteered to go upstairs to help his brother get his account book and walked to the entrance of the corridor. Hearing Han Xun whispering in English that he did not understand, he subconsciously crept to his breath and went upstairs. He only saw Han Xun holding a black thing in his hand, and when he saw him stand up and turned around, he was scared and quickly retracted his neck. After a while, he dared to come out.

He knocked on the door of the false room. Han Xun had hidden his cell phone. When he opened the door, he saw that it was a little fat, and asked, "Is there something?"

Lin Shu shook his head and nodded again, saying, "My brother asked me to help him get the account book."

"Oh." Yao Jin came up, Han Xun didn't have a headache, but he felt sleepy. He yawned and said weakly, "You come in and get it yourself. I'll take a nap and tell your brother an afternoon." Remember to call me when you leave. "

Xiao Chuandun accidentally broke Han Xun's secret, and he was very guilty. He obediently nodded and said, "Oh, good."

Han Xun sat down by the bed, took off his shoes, and said, "This is a modification? Why are you so good today?"

Lin Shu used a small key to open Lin Mo ’s drawer lock, flipped out the account book that was placed at the bottom with a math homework book, took a pen, locked the drawer, and turned his head and said, "I have always been obedient ... "I saw that Han Xun had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep."

Lin Shu struggled a bit, left the room with the account book, concealed the door, and went downstairs.

"Why have you been here for so long, the dishes are cold." Lin Mo took the account book and said.

Lin Shu hesitated and decided not to tell Han Xun his brother about English in that black thing. Judging from his limited knowledge, the thing is a bit like the thing called Big Brother that someone used on the street last year and his dad saw others. He remembers that Dad said that Big Brother is used to make phone calls, call him I know, that is to talk to others through the microphone, so who is Han Xun talking to?

Will he be the bad guy in the news?

The police must pay attention to the evidence when he catches the bad guys. When he finds the black thing and gives it to his brother, Han bad guys can't deny it. When the time comes, he will be driven away and he can sleep with his brother again. Lin Shu quietly rejoiced in his cleverness.

"Say a few words to Brother Han. He is taking a nap now. He asked me to tell you to remember to call him when I went to the store in the afternoon." After that, Lin Shu lowered his head and began to plan food in his mouth. I put a big chopstick dish into my mouth and squinted into a crescent moon. The brother's fried slices of green bamboo shoots were really delicious.

Lin Mo paused, but heard Lin Jian worriedly said: "I just looked at Han Xun's complexion, shouldn't he hurt the wound?"

In his last life, Han Xun likes to intervene in the affairs between him and Chen Junxi. He has been confronted for more than ten years and has been carefully accompanied for half a year. He asked himself if he still knows something about Han Xun. This is his life. Changed face. When I was in the hospital, just two days after the needle was sewed, he was already alive and kicking. Why is the wound almost healed now, and the stitches are about to be stitched off, but people are uncomfortable?

There were more things this morning, but Han Xun's head shouldn't be Bai Chang, he didn't do any heavy work except collecting money, and he couldn't get tired. Is it because of other reasons, such as blood clots in his head?

Lin Mo was taken aback by his own conjecture. He was more worried about his health than worrying about Han Xun recovering his memory.

"I'll take a look upstairs in a moment. If he really feels sick, I'll take him to the hospital."

"Ok."

Lin Mo didn't count the money anymore. He hurriedly charged the amount on the delivery list to the ledger, took the wallet and went upstairs, pushed the door open, and walked to the bed. He saw Han Xun sleeping very unsteady, his brows raised and pale. His face was covered with fine sweat beads.

Lin Mo shouted at him several times and pushed him again, and he didn't wake up. Lin Mo felt even more worried, and touched his forehead. Fortunately, he did not have a fever.

These days, Han Xun, who has not had a nightmare, has dreamed that the person in the dream was covered with a white cloth and was pushed out of the operating room. He 'sees' that his dream is full of tears, and the despair of the cone is almost overwhelmed. He was breathless. In the dream, he shook his hands and uncovered the pale cloth. Under the cloth, the thin, thin young man was lying quietly, and a trace of dried blood remained in the corner of his gray mouth. He saw the dream for the first time. The face of the person-it is Lin Mo who grew up.

How could this be? How can Mo Mo die?

Han Xun, whose mental state is extremely unstable, began to be unable to distinguish between dream and reality. He wanted to scream madly, but he seemed to be pinched by his neck, and he could not make a sound at all. Fall, immersed in endless sorrow. And he who watched everything, tortured by sorrow and despair again and again, wanted to drag the entire world to destruction-

Suddenly, he heard someone say in his ear: "Han Xun, what are you doing, you hurt me."

The young man's cold voice with some annoyance seemed to possess magic power, miraculously let the tyranny in his heart subside completely. In a trance, smelling the familiar smell, Han Xun's heart was exhausted. Everything in his dream was like broken glass, cracked, cracked, and broken into countless small pieces, and finally disappeared.

Lin Mo looked helplessly at Han Xun holding his hand tightly, sleeping soundly, his brows gradually spreading out, the cold sweat on his face was gone, and there was a hint of smile in the corner of his mouth.

Lin Mo wanted to withdraw his hand, Han Xun was so tight that he didn't say it, and he frowned as soon as he moved, a very unhappy look.

what's going on?

Lin Mo tried several times, but he didn't want to really wake up Han Xun. Finally, he had to take off his shoes and crawl to bed to accompany him to take a nap.

When Han Xun woke up, the sun had already begun to turn westward. He looked down at the rare and naive sleeping face of the young boy in his arms, and he couldn't help flying.

Lin Mo was worried about Han Xun's condition, and he couldn't sleep well. He woke up as soon as Han Xun moved. He was about to open his eyes, but felt a peek at the lips with a soft thing. A burst of hot ‘swoosh’ jumped straight up, the cheeks turned uncontrollably red, and my heart jumped in disbelief ...

Obviously, I have done all kinds of restrictions and grades. How do I meet Han Xiaoren, but I am just a couple, how can I become like the first Maotou in love.

Han Xun watched Lin Mo's face turn red. Where did he not know he was pretending to sleep?

Obviously, even more intimate things have been done, but he can't help but feel anxious. In his opinion, men can succumb to each other because of physical needs, and kissing is because of feelings.

For a moment, he discovered that Lin Mo was still pretending to be sleeping, and his worries suddenly vanished--if Lin Xiaomo was not interested in him, he was afraid that he would kick him off with a kick, why would he pretend to sleep.

Lin Xiaomo likes him.

Just thinking about it, Han Xun felt that his heart was as sweet as honey. He could n’t wait to be recognized and promised, “Lin Xiaomo, do n’t pretend to sleep, your face is red.”

Lin Morton felt that his ‘old face’ had all been lost, and his heart was in a mess. He opened his eyes and wanted to scold, and his mouth was blocked by something warm and soft.

Han Xun gently licked on his mouth for a long time, Lin Mo sank into the madness of the love under his eyes, forgetting the struggle, and the warm scent sprayed on each other's faces, becoming hot and burning, Some things that were forcibly imprisoned in the abyss, quietly recovered ...

Just like the first kiss, Lin Mo, who forgot to breathe with his nose, could n’t help but open his mouth slightly. Han Xun took the opportunity to aggressively stick his tongue in, and he rolled over and pressed Lin Mo under him, wrapping his hand around him. Waist, one hand resting on his head, tongue constantly stirring in his mouth, strong and serious, like declaring territorial rights, licking every corner carefully, and then picking it over and over again • tease this shy duck The little guys, chasing one by one, hiding in the end, entangled completely without knowing each other ...

In the heartbeat that each other was so explosive that Han Xun reluctantly let go of Lin Mo, he breathed quickly, greedily admiring his absent-looking appearance, the misty mist on his eyes, the pale red tide on his face, the corners of his mouth The slender silver wire ... what he thought, completely and forever occupying the people under him, in the thunderous heartbeat of each other, he stared at him, with a pure and brilliant smile, said in a dumb and magnetic voice : "Lin Mo, I like you, will you stay with me?"

The remaining childish face has the most pure to innocent feelings of the young man, so hot that it can burn all people, including himself, and is so hot that it is impossible to say what he refuses to say.

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, let go of the hands around his waist when he was in love, and turned his head slightly, avoiding his dazzling peach blossom eyes, and said calmly: "We have only been seven days since we knew it."

Han Xun put his hands on his cheeks, so that he could only look at himself, his thumb rubbing ambiguously: "But for me, we have known each other for as long as we have known for two lifetimes. And, you know that before I was injured Knowing me, how could it be only a week? "

Lin Mo's eyes flickered, "Two lifetimes? Then tell me, do you really lose memory, or pretend."

It is probably that Lin Mo ’s eyes are too sharp. Han Xun ’s subconscious mind is afraid of messing up all this, and he subconsciously denies it with one mouth: "Why do you always refuse to believe me? Can I lie to you for any benefit?" As soon as he exited, Han Xun regretted it. Perhaps, he should take this opportunity to confess that the best.

Lin Mo sighed weakly: "Han Xun, have you thought that both of us are men? How long do you think we can walk like this? Have you thought about whether our family can accept us? As you can see, I It ’s just an ordinary person. I came from a poor family. I have a family member who needs me to take responsibility. They do n’t even know anything about **** and love. How do you let them accept us? "

Han Xun smiled cunningly: "Then put these aside? Aside from these, do you like me a little bit?"

Lin Mo said angrily: "Your mouth is bad and you won't work. It's okay to stab me at all times. I really can't see what you like about my performance. Why should I like you?" This Question Lin Mo said in his last life.

Han Xun can't honestly say that he likes to see Lin Xiaomo being bullied by him. He can only say so: "I don't care, I just like you anyway. I just kissed you and you responded to me Well, I just think you like me the same. "

"Han Xun, I really need to seriously consider this matter. I really can't give you an answer now. I'm sorry." When they were with Chen Junxi, they had experienced many things. Going down, but this road is really too difficult, too many things can kill each other's feelings, countless desperate love, and at the end there will be nothing left but grievances.

In his last life, when he met Chen Junxi, he did n’t have much to worry about except a Lin Shu. He could accompany him crazy with him, even if he did everything he could to compensate;

In this life, his only obsession is to change the fate of his family, and he can't afford to play or lose.

Han Xun thought that Lin Mo was a tortoise. When he was scared, he retracted the turtle shell and ignored him. If he was too anxious, he would bite. What he said was tantamount to admitting that he actually had a place in his mind. Some things were in a hurry. Since Lin Xiaomo had already let go of it, why not give him some time to adapt, and he was afraid of not chasing him by his charm?

Han Xun deliberately silenced for a long time, and then nodded in grievance: "Forget it, just give you a little time, who makes me like you so much?"

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "It sounds like you are losing money."

"I was already losing money, Lin Xiaomo, you have such a bad temper. Apart from being a little alive with your dad, grandma, and brother, I covered up the temperature for so long, and you said who could bear it except me you?"

"Who is rare, let me go, I'm going to get up and go to the store."

"Then you promise me a condition first." Han Xunlai was on him, he was almost flattened.

"Say."

"I can give you time to think about it, but you must agree that during my pursuit of you, you are not allowed to fall in love with others. If someone shows you love, you must refuse as firmly as the autumn wind sweeps. Lin Xiaomo is very serious. Things, what are you laughing at? "

Lin Mole laughed and said, "Little Han, I first discovered that you are so naive."

Han Xunyin threatened: "If you dare not agree to my request, I can be a little more naive."

"What do you want to do?"

"Tickle you."

"..."

To Han Xun's surprise, Lin Mo readily accepted his request.

In the evening, Lin Mo didn't want to promise him to go to the store to help, but in the end he was like a dog skin plaster, and he went along with it.

The old lady knew that Han Xun couldn't help much even if she went, so she went to the store with Lin Mo as usual. Han Xiaoren, who has lost his precious two-person world in vain, dare not to speak out.

I arrived at the store at half past five, and there were customers coming one after another. The preparations were all ready, not too busy. Lin Mo asked the old lady to help him look at the store, and he went out to buy something. The old lady had no doubt about it. He took advantage of Han Xun's work in the back yard and quietly left the shop.

Lin Mo walked to the middle section of West Street and found a public phone, holding a try, dialed a number buried deep in his mind.

When Chen Junxi heard the home phone ringing, his mother was trying to cook his cousin's dishes in the kitchen. No one answered for a long time. He had to put down his book and walked over to pick up the microphone.

At the same time, Xiaofandun opened the door of Lin Mo's room with a spare key, and began to turn over the box and look for 'evidence'.

The author has something to say: when I was playing outside with my friends, I found out that once again the hand was broken, the baby was speechless, came home a little late, fell asleep halfway through the code, and only then replaced the content.

Original word count: 6600+

After replacement: about 7600.

The extra word counts the baby to compensate the mobile phone party flow fee, the computer party welfare, the baby is sorry for that.

To be honest, when I posted it, the conscience of the world really only posted it again, and somehow it became like this. I do n’t even know if I saw the message from everyone, hey () is really tangled