An Inconspicuous Shooting Star

"I seem to know something I shouldn't know."

When getting on the bus, Cheng Yan still had no real feelings until Huo Sheng explained that it was Huo Xiaoman Kindergarten who had won the certificate, and he promised that she could meet one of her requirements, and that requirement was to meet Cheng Yan’s brother. My heart finally fell to the ground. It wasn't because I was tired out of hallucinations or something. I immediately thanked Huo Xiaoman for his efforts.

Huo Xiaoman was sitting on the children's chair with two legs stretched out, swinging back and forth.When her dad criticized her just now, the grievances seemed to disappear with the news that she was going to eat, and she kept telling Cheng Yan with a little excitement, "That purple cake is delicious. There are eggs like pudding."

Cheng Yan thought about the first half sentence for a moment and didn't have a clue, but he reflected the latter half sentence for two seconds, and then asked: "Are you talking about steamed eggs?"

"Steamed eggs?" Huo Xiaoman tilted his head, not clear.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Huo Sheng laughed directly, "It is indeed steamed eggs. The one she said earlier is purple sweet potato cake."

"Steamed eggs." Huo Xiaoman repeated it again with a grin, then looked at Cheng Yan, "Little cake."

Cheng Yan was delighted, and grinned at Huo Xiaoman.

Then Huo Sheng suddenly said, "Speaking of which, the little cake you made last time was quite delicious. Xiao Man talked about it at home for a week."

"Really? I'll do something for her next time." Cheng Yan felt a little happy.

The car entered the parking lot, and the three of them entered the elevator.

The little guy was holding her father's hand in one hand and Cheng Yan's hand in the other, and he was jumping on the elevator excitedly.

But today, it seems that something is always unexpected. As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw that the outside of the store in front of me was completely sealed with clinker cloth. The door was under renovation and the store would not open until next month.

Huo Xiaoman was quite happy now, but suddenly he was taken aback, looked at her dad, and asked him why he didn't go in.

Huo Sheng looked at the words on the sign and said helplessly: "The shop has been decorated. Why don't you go eat elsewhere."

But I don't want Huo Xiaoman to listen to it, his face collapsed, and he looked like he was crying: "Cake, cake. Dad, you said cake."

She threw Huo Sheng's hand away in a rage, turned around and hugged Cheng Yan's leg, hiding behind her.

Cheng Yan looked at her and squatted down to comfort her. She followed the other person's movements and lay down on the person's arms, with her whole head buried in her neck, and she whispered and whispered: " I want cake."

Huo Sheng sighed and knelt down to persuade him.

But before the words could be spoken, Cheng Yan hesitated and spoke first: "Or..."

"Why don't you go to me," Cheng Yan suggested: "I can make small cakes, but the location at home is a bit small, maybe..."

"No problem?" Huo Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked directly with a smile.

Cheng Yan nodded, his eyes hesitantly seemed to be a little affirmed after a moment of thinking.

Huo Sheng stared at him, thought for a moment and said, finally nodded in response, "It's fine."

Then, before Cheng Yan could say anything, he said again: "It's better to go to me. Auntie should buy all the things. Go and see. If there is anything missing, I can go downstairs and buy again, lest Huo Xiaoman go. Your family has made a mess of yours again."

These words made Cheng Yan's head exploded in an instant, feeling a bit embarrassed.

When talking about the proposal to go to his home, Cheng Yan actually knew that he was a bit reckless, but he really did not really react until he followed him in the car in a muddled way. For a while, his whole expression was full of expressions. With a little regret.

Yes, obviously this store is closed, Huo Sheng will definitely find a way to find another store, or change to a western restaurant. He just said it out of his mind.

Hey, Cheng Yan curled his lips, sitting behind him, feeling more and more nervous.

Fortunately, Huo Xiaoman stared at him, and suddenly called him again, only to let him out of this state a little bit.

"Brother," Huo Xiaoman asked him, "Can you make strawberry cake?"

"Huh?" Cheng Yan couldn't react, and paused for two seconds and said, "Yes."

Huo Xiaoman cheered and shouted to her dad: "Dad, strawberry cake."

The other two people in the car laughed again, making Cheng Yan a sigh of relief.

Huo Sheng’s home is in a high-end community. After entering the gate of the community, Cheng Yan discovered that the community is actually not far from his home. It is also in Linjiang District, which is probably two blocks away. Surprised, but he still didn't say anything, just silently watching the father and daughter walking in front of them holding hands.

The cooking materials at home are indeed as complete as Huo Sheng said. Cheng Yan went into the kitchen and counted and found that there were only two tools missing. After Huo Sheng heard it, he called directly to the aunt who usually cooks. I found it in the room.

Huo Sheng answered the phone and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing his leaving behind, Cheng Yan suddenly remembered that the strawberry promised to Huo Xiaoman was still unclear, so he wanted to talk to someone.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he went out to the living room, he would not notice the photo frame placed on the TV cabinet.

There are two photos in the frame. One was taken by Huo Sheng and Xiaoman when they didn't know which park it was, and the other was a photo of a woman.The woman with her hair tied up, smiled very cheerfully, and there were obvious similarities between her eyebrows and Huo Xiaoman.

He couldn't help but stop, unable to control his body, squatted down and took a look.

At this time, Huo Sheng hung up the phone from behind and walked back. Seeing Cheng Yan squatting there, he asked: "What's wrong?"

With this sound, Cheng Yan suddenly took a step back, almost unable to stand firm, and suddenly panicked in his heart, not ashamed of his own way of stealing other people's secrets.

But he didn't want to. Huo Sheng glanced sideways at the things placed behind him, then bowed his head with helplessness, then sighed, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "That's Xiaoman's mother, two years ago because Passed away in a car accident."

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Two more (2/2).A little late, I always feel unsatisfied with what I wrote.