"good!"

Li Zhilian was very happy and nodded again and again.

After ten o'clock, the chef came to work, and the second aunt went in to work.

Fan Qingming stood outside, helping her second aunt pick vegetables as usual.

During the period, the second aunt often came out, either holding Fan Qingming's flesh and blood, or holding some fruits.

Fan Qingming was sitting there eating, looking at the figure of her second aunt walking up and down, she couldn't help feeling a little moved.

The second aunt is actually really good.

If Shiman Lu is good, maybe my second aunt will be fine in the future!

But with the daughter of Lu Shiman, in fact, Fan Qingming's heart is also distressed for his second aunt.

Fan Qingming waited until her second aunt got off work, and then went shopping with her.

"Qingming, wait here for boring ones!"

Li Zhilian was a little embarrassed, her hand was gently patted on Fan Qingming's shoulder, probably because Fan Qingming had rubbed it against the white cement wall before.

"Not anymore, my aunt brought me a lot of food."

Fan Qingming looked at her and smiled.

The second aunt didn't say anything, just smiled.

Fan Qingming knew that his second aunt didn't have much money, so he went to the kind of shop on the street.

The second aunt bought a woolen coat casually, and after a long counter-offer, only one hundred and eighteen bought it.

"Second aunt, are you going to sit at home!?"

Fan Qingming asked again.

"No, I'll be there until next week."

Second aunt thought for a while, but refused.

"okay!"

Fan Qingming nodded, bid farewell to his second aunt, and went back by himself.

Fan Qingming stopped in a square near her home. There were not many people on the square, but there were many pigeons looking for food.

Occasionally, one or two children ran past, agitated one or two pigeons.

The pigeon flew up and flew into the blue sky.

Fan Qingming walked over and sat down on a wooden bench.

Looking at the pigeons around, walking up and down, some of the pigeons here seem not afraid of strangers, and some have already flown and landed on her shoulders.

Fan Qingming stretched out his hand to tease, and the pigeon also stretched out his mouth, pecking lightly on her fingers, but it didn't hurt at all.

It should be a store in the mall on one side, and a song is playing.

At this time, there is still a romantic feeling.

Fan Qingming raised his head and looked at the azure blue sky. Occasionally, one or two pigeons rushed into the sky.

"This is for you!"

Suddenly a gentle voice came from her ear.

Fan Qingming first saw a piece of paper that was born in front of him.

She took it and took a look. It was a portrait of herself, her head down and a portrait of a pigeon.

"you……"

The painting is so good!

She hadn't said her compliment, and the person had already turned and left.

Even Fan Qingming can only see his back.

It was a tall boy with blue jeans, white Nike shoes, and a beige trench coat.

In short, looking at his back now, I think he is a very temperamental boy.

"Hey--"

Subconsciously, Fan Qingming walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around and looked at Fan Qingming.

Sure enough, it was a delicate face, just like a boy in a comic.