That night, Yan Lang called out a few night owls in his WeChat Moments, agreed on the decoration matters, put his phone on the bedside table, and he retracted his body into the quilt to go to bed with his eyes closed.

Suddenly remembering something, Yan Lang stretched out his covered hand, took his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, and sent Rong Qian a voice message.

After posting, Yan Lang didn't wait specifically. He felt that he had finally completed it and retracted his quilt and fell asleep.

When Yan Lang woke up the next morning, he touched his phone while squinting. He clicked on it and saw that Rong Qian had already replied with a voice. He leaned to his ear and clicked on the play. Rong Qian's gentle voice rang in his ear: "I fell asleep last night, I only heard it this morning, so I can only say good morning to you."

Yan Lang smiled and said goodbye to the warm bed with a refreshed spirit.

When he put on his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash, he saw that his parents were not around. Yan Lang thought that he should have gone to buy an old hen together, but he didn't care. When he was looking for food in the pot, he passed by the dining room and found a note on the dining table. His mother told Yan Lang to remember to send the breakfast in the kitchen insulation bucket to Rong Qian before going out to set up a stall.

Yan Lang slapped his forehead and remembered that he forgot to tell his parents last night that he had rented a shop to open a fruit shop. There was no way. Last night, the whole family's focus fell on Rong Qian, and even Yan Lang himself forgot to tell the two elders.

But he was not in a hurry. Yan Lang knew that his parents would not stop him, so he only waited for a while before he met before he talked to the two of them.

Yan Lang simply packed up the breakfast he had originally been hot in the pot and called Rong Qian directly.

"Hi Miss, good morning, are you waiting for me at home?"

Yan Lang's voice was full of vitality and joy. Rong Qian, who was originally fumbled at home to clean up, couldn't help but smile happily when she heard it, "Good morning little brother, are you waiting. Are you here now?"

Oh, will he tease him in the opposite direction?

Yan Lang's mood became more and more prosperous, his eyes full of gentle smiles, "Mom has prepared breakfast for you. Will it be too late for me to deliver it to you now? But no matter whether it is too late or not, I have packed my breakfast and brought it over, wanting you to accompany me to have my first meal today."

It sounds like a ritual.

Rong Qian chuckled, her voice soft and soft, "I'll accompany you."

This sentence made Yan Lang go downstairs two minutes faster.

When Yan Lang passed by, he found that Rong Qian had just dragged the floor cleanly.

To be honest, this may be very simple for normal people, but firstly, Rong Qian is not familiar with her new residence, and secondly, she can only rely on her sense memory to estimate where she dragged her last time. If she wants to drag it so clean, she must have dragged it over and over again and again countless times.

Yan Lang didn't say anything specifically, and neither praised nor felt sorry for her, so she told her not to do anything in the future. She just smiled and took off her shoes and went into the room with her socks.

"Don't be busy now, come and have breakfast with me. After sleeping, I feel hungry."

When he opened the door for Yan Lang just now, Rong Qian had just taken off the hair-band with her hair tied, and her hair was not obedient enough. Rong Qian raised her hand and wanted to press the hair down more naturally. As soon as she raised her hand, Yan Lang pulled her hand to the dining room.

"I'll buy a lot of things later. Qianqian, you have to help me remember them, otherwise I will forget something and then go back. It's so troublesome."

Yan Lang pulled Rong Qian over to sit at the dining table, took out a few pairs of dishes from the pocket he brought, rinsed them and arranged the meal, and said some trivial home-cooked words.

Upon hearing this, Rong Qian touched the phone hanging around her neck and pressed it to the memo to help Yan Lang remember what he needed to buy today, and she would not seem too idle for a while.

The two of them had breakfast while talking. Yan Lang put the bowl into the sink and pulled Rong Qian out, "I bought detergent later and came back to clean it up. Now the supermarket is almost open. Mom and dad went to the morning market early in the morning, saying that they wanted to buy a local chicken to stew soup for you to nourish your body."

"... Mom said last night that you are too thin and it's time to stew tonics in winter. When my family was poor, I had to buy a pair of tonics every year. When there were fewer people, I bought ten yuan and more people, and I said that it's best to take tonics at this time. Did you have this habit at home when you were young?"

After being with Rong Qian, Yan Lang, who was originally a quiet and beautiful man, became a person who could nag a few homely words casually, and from time to time, he guided Rong Qian to recall his past life with a relaxed and pleasant mood.

If you meet other young girls in this way, you may be nailed to a poke that has no romantic feelings and only knows how to be busy with food, rice, oil and salt. However, Yan Lang, who is full of life, is what Rong Qian desires the most.

I have been lonely in the dark time for a long time, and some people talk about the trivialities of life in her ears, but if she participates in these trivialities, I can't be satisfied.

There are complete supporting supermarkets and vegetable markets near Xingfu Community. You only need to buy some domestic animals raised by farmers in the suburbs of small towns before you can go to the morning market east of Nancheng every two days.

Yan Lang took Rong Qian directly to the supermarket and first bought all the daily necessities and other things that could be bought here.

Rong Qian has never visited the supermarket since the accident. The main reason is that there are no special blind paths in the supermarket in Nancheng. Although the salesperson has configuration, they often walk around, and basically the customers choose by themselves when looking at the price list on the shelves, which is difficult for Rong Qian.

So in the past four years, Rong Qian has been asking the boss directly at a small shop nearby if there is any product. If there is one, she can only ask the boss to help him get it.

At the beginning, Rong Qian also encountered selling her with fake or even fake goods. For example, if she wanted chicken essence, the boss randomly gave her a bag of other things with similar packaging sizes. Rong Qian could only pay the same amount. She bought it home and opened it and tasted it.

In fact, some of them are not for money, but more of them are pranks of having fun, but they have brought countless blows to Rong Qian, who was working hard to adapt to life at the time.

Rong Qian didn't know how many times she had cried, but fortunately, she found out which store owner was reliable, and then she would buy it from those stores.

Although Yan Lang didn't know Rong Qian's experiences, he just needed to put himself in his shoes and look at the memories that were unconsciously revealed on Rong Qian's face after entering the supermarket. He naturally understood the words. He said more and more. From time to time, he took things and read the recipes and ingredients on it. He was very distressed and asked Rong Qian to help distinguish which of the two brands was better.

The two of them walked around for more than an hour before they could buy good things. After they came out, Yan Lang suggested sending the things home first.

Because the distance was close and the wind was blowing, Yan Lang didn't take the broken tricycle out. He definitely couldn't carry too much when he walked back with his things.

"What else is not bought in the memo?"

Yan Lang carried three large shopping bags full of them with one hand and held Rong Qian with the other hand.

Rong Qian didn't bring a cane when she went out today. The empty hand held a wok.

This was bought by Yan Lang for her, and she also bought a lot of seasonings.

Rong Qian has been relying on memory to deal with some things and even distinguishing directions and finding ways for several years, so she has a good memory. She crossed the list of what she had bought and what she was going to buy in her head. "There are also casseroles and storage boxes that she didn't buy, but she is not in a hurry to use these two things."

When Yan Lang was having breakfast, he said that when Rong Qian was shopping list, he knew that he was going to buy his new home. Rong Qian naturally refused. In her opinion, buying these things is a waste.

However, Yan Lang didn't use any big reason to persuade her, and just said that he wanted to come and cook with her in the future and practiced her future family life in advance.

After Yan Lang said this, Rong Qian could only blush and acquiesce. The two moved a lot of things home, as if they were buying daily necessities.

After returning home, Yan Lang was busy replacing the things he bought again.

Two pairs of slippers for men and women are placed side by side in the first floor shoe cabinet that is convenient for access in the entrance hall. There are also several pairs of spare slippers placed below, so that they can be taken out when the guests at home.

Rong Qian's shoes for going out were also placed by Yan Lang in the second row under the slippers, symmetrical up and down. While putting them on, she muttered that she would take a pair of shoes from home and put them in. She said with confidence that she did not want to enter the house. "If a thief came over and saw a man's shoes here, she would think that there was a male owner at home, so it would not be so rampant."

Rong Qian thought about it seriously and thought it made sense.

In addition, the kitchen knife rack faces the side of the kitchen cooking table against the wall, so that Rong Qian will accidentally fall to the ground and hurt people when she encounters it. In addition, Yan Lang also pastes children's anti-collision plastic pastes on the corners of the table and cabinets.

Although Rong Qian is already an adult and she will always explore carefully, she will inevitably fall and run into her. She lives alone for the time being, and Yan Lang can't help but think a little more.

When Yan Lang was busy, he always kept holding Rong Qian by his side, asking her to pull the corner of her clothes to explain to her little by little what was placed here and what to pay attention to. He hoped that Rong Qian would become familiar with this place as soon as possible.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, this place will be their home after marriage in the future.

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