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The old people looked at the two people standing next to the shelf with a smile, as if they were appreciating the strong and unbridled youthful aura that only belongs to young people.

"These shallots are good. We can fry some shallot oil... What do you think, Mr. Chef No. 1?"

"Scallion oil, do you want to make scallion oil noodles for the main course?"

"Kneading dough is tiring. I have to cook for a whole shift of 40 people. Is that okay?"

"Please remember your identity, Chef No. 2. As the head chef, you can leave the physical work of kneading dough to others."

"No, if they don't knead it well, they will think I am not good enough!"

Chef No. 2 crossed herself with her hands, and every pore of her face seemed to be saying no.

Mr. Chef No. 1 had no choice but to comply.

Things in large bottles and small cans were put in large plastic bags and placed on the counter.

Jiang Mu stepped forward naturally, and Ella took the receipt from the ticket seller naturally.

A glance at the numbers naturally reveals an expression of pain due to poverty.

Really rich...

The girl complained silently.

The old lady holding a cup of light soy sauce next to me gave me an approving look.

"Brothers should help their sisters carry things, good boy."

Ella subconsciously thought of Jiang Mu's word "Dad" just now.

Cheeks flushed.

"Not my brother."

"Ah, so you are the sister?"

"Do not……"

"Yes, it's sister. Sister, hurry up, we're going to be late."

After Jiang Mu finished speaking, he turned to Ella and whispered, "No prize for guessing, if you say no, what do you think the old lady will say next?"

Not brother and sister.

Not siblings.

...So?

Ella reacted instantly.

The rose-like color spreads to the neck.

"Yes, it's sister, hurry up, dad is waiting for us."

She ran behind Jiang Mu and pushed him out the door.

Because only in this way could the young man not see her expression clearly.

The plastic bag was hung on the handlebars of the bicycle. Jiang Mu stretched his arms and got back on.

The bicycle moves slowly, like a sightseeing cable car.

Ella thought of the movie again, the one where the hero and heroine sat on a bicycle together.

In fact, there is nothing much to say about the movie itself, it's even a bit cliché. It's probably about the hero and heroine falling in love at first sight, but their family members don't agree because of their status or position. Ella has seen similar plots too many times, and watching Romeo and Juliet is more interesting than this plot.

It's literary, vulgar and pretentious. I really don't know how such a movie was made.

The reason why Ella was deeply impressed was that at the end of the story, the male protagonist dug out a broken bicycle from the old warehouse at home. He wiped the dust off the bicycle bit by bit, oiled the chain, straightened the crooked handlebars, refilled the tires with an air pump, and then rode the bicycle to the downstairs of the heroine's house and picked up the girl.

Then they also began to ride their bicycles, through the streets and alleys, amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, on the scorching earth in midsummer, and amid the constant noise of cicadas.

Bicycles are not electric cars that will run out of power. As long as the rider still has strength left, they can keep going.

It doesn't matter if you go to the ends of the earth.

Just like Romeo and Juliet now, Mr. Chef No. 1 and Ms. Chef No. 2.

Suddenly, Ella remembered Zhang Xie's question just now.

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"Although we haven't known each other for a long time, he is the kind of thoughtful kid who would subconsciously comfort a stranger who is in trouble."

"So I say, for me it's 50 percent."

"So, what's your score?"

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I left in a hurry just now and didn't think carefully.

Now that it's quiet.

Ella seemed to understand what her father meant.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Mu's hair blown by the wind, the summer clothes he was wearing very stubbornly, and the firm muscle lines on his arms.

Ella thought for a moment, then gently made the number "six" with her snow-white fingers.

ponder for a moment.

Blushing.

He silently made the number seven.

wrong.

Tangled for a long time.

Make a weird "six point five" gesture.

Nod with satisfaction.

He glanced to his side again.

As if to confirm that his little action was not discovered.

The sun rose high, dispelling the cold autumn mist. It had rained last night, and puddles lay lazily in the middle of the road, reflecting the city that was glittering after the rain.

The bicycle wheel swam through the center of the puddle, crushing the flowing light.

The wheels were not rolling very fast, so only small splashes of water were made and fell to the ground, like stardust thrown from the sky.

Ella lifted her feet high to prevent her white socks from getting stained by water.

On the street, vendors were bargaining.

The girl sat in the back seat, looked up, and watched the warm sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves.

The telephone poles stand like upright swords, and the wires are the black ropes at the end of the hilts. The black ropes cut through the clear sky, and sparrows fly and land above them.

Ella suddenly felt that being alive was a wonderful thing.

We live on the ground, surrounded by all kinds of sounds. The whole world is both noisy and quiet.

"Girls will only hug the waist of the person they like when they are sitting behind him."

For some reason, Ella recalled this illogical line from the movie.

She also complained at the time that this broken bicycle didn't even have a handrail on the back seat, and if you didn't hold on to it, you would probably fall badly.

--so.

It's just that there's nowhere to put my hands.

I'm just afraid of being thrown off.

Two slender hands, like restless cat's tails, gathered in front of Jiang Mu's waist.

Close together.

Hold.

In the warm autumn light, the girl leaned against the young man and gently closed her eyes.

The small and delicate ears are placed against the broad back.

Then the world suddenly became very quiet, as if a fast-paced sonata had stopped, leaving only the crisp sound of the piano.

Whether it's the rustling sound of leaves or the messy conversations of pedestrians.

Everything was cast aside, like clouds in the sky.

It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Thump thump.

There are also small, unrealistic voices.

"If only he would take me to school like this every morning."

The girl thought.

The fragmented voices of the heart are buried in the grand autumn.

Waiting to take root and sprout.

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Ella was awakened by a loud noise.

There is a price to pay for teasing Jiang Mu. For example, she slept very late last night to pack her luggage; or she got up very early this morning as usual to cook.

So of course the Black Swan girl was a little sleep deprived.

She yawned in confusion.

"Are we there yet, Mr. Romeo?"

The words fell.

Ella actually heard the girls' admiring "wow" sounds.

"Did she just call Romeo?"

"What a sweet smile..."

"Coming here by bicycle?"

"No wonder I was late. I didn't want to wake her up... I'm so envious!"

The sleepiness is completely gone.

The black swan girl turned around and looked at her arms which were tightly hugging Jiang Mu.

He then looked at the seven or eight girls who were following the dean of studies and had not yet had time to get on the bus.