Ming Ming likes you

After Wen Miaoran got home, he locked himself in the studio. He found the largest piece of paper that could be found in the studio, fixed it on the drawing board and began to make a base.

Relying on the bowl of noodles that Lu Ming ate, he sat in the studio until dusk and sunset.

The prototype of the whole picture is almost ready. He painted the scene that touched his heart, the kitchen with strong smell of fireworks, the loving old couple, the bright sunshine, and Lu Ming who is brighter than the sun.

Putting down the brush in satisfaction, Wen Miaoran finally felt hungry. He picked up the key on the table and went out to look for food.

The second he saw Lu Ming, Wen Miaoran realized why he drove the car here.As God testified, he really just wanted to go out to find something to eat. As for why the car automatically came to the west of the city, Wen Miaoran was also at a loss.

Lu Ming was picking fruit at the fruit shop next door. He took an apple and looked left and right. Finally, he put it up to his nose and smelled it. He seemed to think it was not bad, so he put it into the plastic pocket on his left hand.

His actions made Wen Miaoran laugh, can you still smell apples?While laughing, I thought he was cute, and the picture just now seemed to be a good painting.

Wen Miaoran doesn't look very friendly when his face is expressionless, but in fact, such things as inhumanity rarely appear on his face.And when he smiled, his brows were soft, as if he could give a person the greatest tolerance.

As soon as Lu Ming turned around after buying the fruit, he saw Wen Miaoran sitting in the car. His eyes were so gentle that Lu Ming couldn't help but walked over.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Miaoran rolled down the car window, "I'm here for supper."

Lu Ming nodded. He actually knew that there was a delicious barbecue nearby, but he felt that he didn't even know the name of the other party, so it didn't seem right to take him to eat hastily.Although, he still wanted to take it rashly.

So he raised the fruit in his hand and said, "Then I'll go first!"

One step, two steps, three steps...

"Lu Ming!"

Wen Miaoran called to stop him, by accident.

When he saw Lu Ming's bewildered expression, he wished he hadn't been here tonight. How could he have forgotten that he had never told him his name.This is not self-inflicted, Wen Miaoran is too embarrassed to admit that he will make such a mistake.

Losing is not losing, Wen Miaoran smiled nicely, "I'm not very familiar with this place."

Meaning, I don't know what's delicious here, how about you take me there?

The two just looked at each other like this, Wen Miaoran almost finished what he hadn't finished, but Lu Ming said at this moment, "Then get out of the car, I'll go back and put some fruit."

The smile in his eyes was undisguised, and Wen Miaoran had the illusion that he had done something bad and was found out.

When Lu Ming led him to the barbecue stall, Wen Miaoran wanted to explain a bit, but he preempted him, "How do you know my name?"

Wen Miaoran was half a head taller than Lu Ming, and he could feel his smiling eyes looking at him at this moment, and he didn't hold back, and said generously, "I saw that it was written on your summer homework. Speaking of it, you still learn from me." What about my brother?" As for whether the homework cover was blown by a fan or opened by myself, it is unknown.

Lu Ming wrote countless homework on that table. He knew better than anyone else whether a fan could blow away the cover of summer homework, but he didn't expose Wen Miaoran, he just asked, "Then you already know my name, don't you?" Should you tell me your name too, senior?"

His "senior" yelled Wen Miaoran a little uncomfortable, and the teasing in his tone was too obvious.Judging from the education Wen Miaoran has received since he was a child, it is impossible for him to do something that reverses his homework. He was really possessed in the morning.

He pretended not to understand the teasing, and hurriedly reported his family name, "Wen Miaoran, my name is Wen Miaoran."

"'Going up the river tower alone thinks of Miao Ran, the moonlight is like water and water is like the sky.' The Miao Ran?"

Wen Miaoran didn't expect that he would associate his name with a poem, and he never asked his parents if they had referred to this poem when choosing their name.But since Lu Ming asked, he nodded, "Yeah."

Lu Ming laughed, "It sounds good." I like it.

Wen Miaoran turned her head to look at his face, "Your name sounds nice too."

Lu Ming raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "Smug? A blockbuster? Or lightning and thunder?"

Wen Miaoran was amused by his tone, and just about to say something, Lu Ming grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him, and a bicycle rode crookedly behind him.

"Be careful! Walk according to the road!"

The two of them were too close, and Wen Miaoran could feel the breath left by Lu Ming's breath on his neck when he spoke. He deliberately ignored his sudden rapid heartbeat, and turned his face forward, "Got it."

Lu Ming stopped talking, and led him forward, and the barbecue stall had already appeared in sight.

This is the place where Lu Ming grew up for 17 years. Almost everyone who does business here knows him.When the owner of the barbecue stand saw Lu Ming, he smiled and shouted, "Ming Ming is here to eat barbecue! I'm a little busy right now, so you have to wait!" His staff kept turning over and oiling the vegetables and meat.

Mingming?

Wen Miaoran laughed silently, this title sounds cuter.

Lu Ming didn't care, and replied, "Uncle Wang's business is so good!" Then he turned to look at Wen Miaoran, but saw that he was smiling inexplicably, so he had no choice but to call his name, "Wen Miaoran?" His eyes asked Do you still want to eat?

Of course I want to eat, Wen Miaoran is really hungry, the smell of barbecue is lingering in his nose at this moment, how could he refuse.What's more, I still want to talk to Lu Ming for a while.

The two found a table and sat down. Lu Ming guessed that Wen Miaoran might not have eaten these things at all, or the number of times he ate them could be counted on one hand, so he ordered the dishes in twos and twos on his own initiative.

As soon as I handed in the form, I saw Wen Miaoran staring longingly at the smoking grill. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "Are you hungry? It will take a while."

Wen Miaoran was really hungry, she looked away and nodded, "Hungry."

Seeing him like this, Lu Ming asked again, "Didn't you eat at noon?"

Wen Miaoran seemed to think of something, and there was some softness in her eyes, "I was so busy painting, I forgot to eat."

Lu Ming didn't know what to say anymore, so he muttered, "He's older than me, really..." Wen Miaoran listened to this sentence halfway, and then he stood up and left a sentence, "You wait I didn't know where to go for a while.

People in twos and threes sat around the small table, making cheerful noises from time to time. Under the orange light, everyone laughed happily.Wen Miaoran looked around and felt that his life in the first 20 years was too monotonous.Good-looking, rich in family, good personality, top-notch in studies, good at painting, and not bad at painting, these are probably all the evaluations of him by his classmates and teachers. Everyone is very satisfied, as if this is the life trajectory he should follow .

But here, he seemed to see the real life for the first time, what it should be like.This has nothing to do with money, it is the simplest and purest happiness, but he hasn't had it for a long time.

He thought of Lu Ming again. A person who can smile so beautifully must have lived a happy and happy life since he was a child.

Suddenly, Wen Miaoran remembered his original intention to go to the west of the city, it was his father who wanted to tear it down and rebuild it... If they want to tear it down, what will these people do?After the reconstruction of the commercial street, he doesn't think there will be a place for these stalls and small shops.

Just thinking about it, Lu Ming came back with a box.He put the white plastic box in front of Wen Miaoran, and lifted the lid for him, "The glutinous glutinous glutinous rice balls here are delicious, and I have been queuing for a while, you should eat something first to pad your stomach."

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floated out of the soup, penetrated into Wen Miaoran's nose, and pressed against his stomach.