Song Ran guessed that he was afraid that his neighbor would gossip about her, so he said this to Grandma Wang.

But she didn't say anything for a moment.

Without answering, Li Zan stood by the door and waited.

It was not until Grandma Wang next door that she whispered: "Let's go after dinner."

Li Zan's eyes flashed and she whispered: "I'm afraid of trouble..."

"No trouble," Song Ran lowered her eyelashes and pulled her fingers, "There is no food...it's just noodles."

...

After entering the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, and there was nothing else in it except noodles and eggs.

The cooking pot was placed in the upper ceiling cabinet. Song Ran tiptoed for a while, but it didn't reach it. The next second, a shadow came over behind her - Li Zan came over, stood behind her, and reached out to take off the pot.

The lid of the pot tilt suddenly slid down and fell toward her head. Song Ran shrank in fear and rubbed the back of his head against his chest. Li Zan quickly caught the lid with his other hand.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her who was huddled in front of his chest, and said softly: "Sorry."

"I should say thank you." She stood up with a blushing face, and the two of them walked away from each other while rubbing their shoulders.

Song Ran took a breath slightly, walked to the stove and picked up two eggs. He felt it was too cold, so he turned his head and said, "There are cabbages in the yard, do you want to add some?"

"good."

On a vegetable field in the backyard, cabbage grew in a twist. Li Zan turned around and asked, "Who planted it?"

"I sprinkle my rapeseed indiscriminately."

"I saw it." He said.

She blushed for no reason.

"Here." She handed him the knife, Li Zan took it, glanced at the cabbage field, and asked, "Which one is needed?"

Song Ran stood on tiptoe and pointed: "That's the smallest one."

Li Zan went over and squatted down, grabbed the vegetable gang with one hand, and cut it with one knife. The crisp sound of the vegetable stalk breaking. He returned the knife to Song Ran, and squatted by the field and picked the insect leaves.

Song Ran walked to the steps and squatted beside the faucet to clean the mud on the blade.

There was no light in the backyard, and the back door was turned on. A light was projected from the house and spread on the ground obliquely. Song Ran squatted at the back door, and her shadow was spread in the light; Li Zan squatted at the junction between light and darkness, and her side face was a little confused when she lowered her head.

Song Ran looked at her shadow on the ground and moved a little to the side - her shadow leaned against his back.

She "lifted" him and suddenly called out: "A Zan."

"Huh?" He heard the title and turned his head to look at her, his eyes dark and bright in the night.

She asked, "Will you be scared?"

He was still picking vegetables and leaves in his hand, and paused: "What are you afraid of?"

"I can't get better."

He turned around and said, "I'm afraid."

In the quiet backyard,

The flowing water fluttered, washing the blade on her hand, refracting white light.

He added another word and said, "I'm very scared."

I long for it but can never get it again, so I do nothing all day long, and there is probably nothing worse than this in my life.

She lowered her head, wiped the blade washed by clean water, and said, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine." Maybe she thought this was not credible, and added, "I think."

Li Zan bent the corner of his lower lip very lightly and grabbed the vegetable leaves.

Song Ran looked at the shadow on the ground and gently "looked" on his back, pretending to give him strength silently.

She squatted on the ground and swayed, not standing too steadily, accidentally tilted, and the shadow covered his head and blocked his light.

He looked back and just finished picking the dishes. He stood up and said, "This cabbage is not good-looking, but it should be delicious."

Song Ran quickly twisted the faucet in embarrassment, stood up, and agreed, "Of course, it's too cold this winter. It's said that the colder the weather, the sweeter the cabbage grows."

...

Back in the kitchen, Li Zan washed the cabbage and the cooking pot, took half a pot of water and placed it on the stove. Song Ran unscrewed the gas stove and the flames rose up.

The two of them took a step back together, leaning against the wall with their hands behind their backs waiting for the water to boil.

The small kitchen became quiet again for a moment, with only the sound of flames stirring, accompanied by the sound of wind outside.

When Li Zan observed the stove, he saw a complete range of seasonings, as well as various fried rice cooking tools, various pots and pots, and even milk pots.

He asked, "You cooked before?"

Song Ran understood as soon as he heard it: "Yeah. But I haven't been in a good mood recently."

"You still have to have a good meal," he said.

"Okay." She replied, staring at the flames, "... Actually, I have a good cooking skills and I have the opportunity to let you see it."

"Okay." He said with a faint smile.

After a while, the water boiled, and the lid was steaming. Song Ran took out the noodles, pulled out a small handful and threw it into the pot, and then took out a small handful for him to show: "How much do you eat? Is that enough?"

Li Zan said: "A little more."

She measured her fingers again and turned her head to look at him;

Li Zan touched his nose: "A little more."

She grabbed another handful and asked with her eyes;

He wanted to laugh or not, so he simply took a step forward, threw it into the pot, and sighed: "You really don't know what boys eat."

Song Ran was a little surprised: "I'm afraid you'll be able to hold on if you cook too much."

Li Zan said: "The small handful at the beginning was your own measure?"

"yes."

He laughed, "Where are you feeding the cat?"

Song Ran: “…”

The noodles became soft as soon as the boiling water was added to the noodles, and the noodle soup became bubbles. After cooking for a while, Song Ran threw in the cabbage leaves and beat two more eggs.

Li Zan stood in front of the stove next to him, took two bowls, added soy sauce, bean paste, salt and chili sauce to the bowl, and gave the noodle soup base.

When the leaves are boiled and the eggs are formed, Song Ran slowly stirs the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

The steaming heat pounced on her face, stirring, and she suddenly called out: "A Zan?"

"Hmm?" Li Zan was scooping chili sauce into the bowl and turned to look at her.

But she stared at the noodle soup pot, stirred the noodles very seriously, and said, "That day, were you going to save Chen Bei?"

Li Zan looked at her for a while, lowered her head and put the sauce into the bowl, and said clearly: "No."

A hard thorn like ice piercing her heart slowly melted, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised.

He caught a glimpse and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Happy." She looked into the pot, "Although it wasn't right, I was very happy." The chopsticks in her hand were pressed off, and the noodles were cut off. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes were shiny, and she said, "The noodles are cooked."

Li Zan smiled: "Okay."

Song Ran made way out and handed the chopsticks to Li Zan. He took the noodles from the pot into a bowl, poured the soup on it, and stirred it.

It was the most ordinary bowl of noodles, soaked in soy soup, a nest of eggs and a pile of cabbage leaves. But the two of them were very satisfied with eating it, as if they hadn't eaten such a satisfying meal for a long time.

After the kitchen was cleaned, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Li Zan was leaving, and Song Ran took him to the gate of the yard, looked at the dark alley, and suddenly said, "Wait for me."

She ran into the house quickly, ran out again soon, and stuffed him a flashlight. Her cheeks were flushed, and she pursed her lips and said, "It's black in the alley."

Just as Li Zan was about to say something, she snatched the words: "I have many flashlights in my house."

Li Zan was stunned, then smiled and said, "Okay."

He was slightly sad again: "What trouble will you have tomorrow? Tell me."

"Okay." Song Ran said, "If anything happens, can I call you?"

Li Zan said: "Of course."

In today's society, it's very strange. Many people obviously have numbers to each other, but making calls seems like a private and cross-line thing.

The two of them looked at each other, smiling with a clear understanding.

"Let's go." Li Zan said, turning on the flashlight. A beam of white light cut through the darkness and projected brilliantly into the alley.

"Well. Goodbye." Song Ran waved his hand at him.

He walked a distance and turned around and saw that she was still standing at the door. He raised his hand at her and said:

"It's cold. Go in!"
Chapter completed!