Shaking the black plastic bag in my hand, walking on the street from the convenience store to the snack bar, the old trees next to the road were arranged in a period of shade.

The warm wind blows, and summer is not lonely.

Song Shijing took off her windbreaker, without any barriers from the apron, and the movements of her back hands could better highlight the beauty of youth. Her walking pace was light, and each movement had a great charm to attract others' attention. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians on the street in the afternoon, so the street lights and telephone poles were avoided.

Mu Qian held the pocket in front of the apron with both hands and coaxed the girl next to him, and he also returned to his usual leisure.

Although from time to time, he would turn his head and look at Song Shijing next to him, he didn't say anything.

There is a kind of subtlety that brews in the thirty centimeters apart between two people.

"Xiao Qian..." she shouted.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Mu Qian still muttered in his heart, are he so familiar with her? His surname has been omitted.

Song Shijing's pretty face turned red, but fortunately, her sunglasses helped her cover her somewhat confused eyes. She had been brewing the road and finally said something like she was breathing normally: "Thank you..."

"What?" Mu Qian pretended not to hear it and made a tilt move.

Song Shijing was about ten centimeters worse than him, and subconsciously dodged to the side. "Forget it if I didn't hear it," he hummed softly, lowered his head and continued to speak.

The two walked side by side on the street, with their figures reflected in the window, and the occasional fallen leaves decorating this summer, and the cicadas overshadowed each other's breathing.

What are you thinking?

Small bubbles appeared behind Song Shijing's head, and there was a picture in it: she was holding the black plastic bag and running in the field full of flowers.

I received the gift today!

Although... although it is a pack of women's supplies... well! This highlights the thoughtfulness and meticulousness of the gift giver!

It’s not that she has a bad popularity so that no one has ever given gifts since she was a child. In fact, it’s the opposite. With her face and figure, although her background has been slightly criticized, she has never lacked suitors and secret lovers.

But this is the first time today, she has such wonderful joy.

I was pulled and ran all the way by the boy next to me who was probably two years younger than me, and rushed into the convenience store, and rushed to the corner where only women could visit.

That sound: ‘Choose.’

Really, it's a bit domineering... It's not that kind of simple domineering, but also a little thoughtful and gentle...

He secretly glanced at the sunny boy next to him and found the relaxed smile on his lips. Song Shijing couldn't help but see it.

When he goes to college, he will be a little more mature and will definitely be liked by many girls.

I am only two years older than him, not twenty years old. Besides, with abundant spiritual power, aging will be greatly delayed, only two years old... Well, why did you think of this aspect?

"What are you looking at?" Mu Qian turned his head and asked, touching his cheek.

No foreign body feeling.

"Look at you," Song Shijing replied in a low voice. Although her face was blushing, she still did not retract her gaze. She also said in a half-taught tone: "I didn't pay attention before, you are quite handsome."

She was so straightforward, Mu Qian was a little uncomfortable.

Didn’t it mean that girls are shy?... It turns out that shy girls are still a little cute.

He was not humble and said calmly: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the skin is just a tool to carry the soul. Please don't care about these details."

"I'm dizzy," Song Shijing rolled her eyes, and the subtle feeling just now suddenly weakened halfway, "Then why do you have to wash your face and brush your teeth before going out?"

Mu Qian asked back: "Why do you need to wash your face?"

"Hmph," Song Shijing raised her little face, and before she knew it, they moved towards a bickering again, "I am a girl, and it's already great to insist on being naked! It's okay if I don't wash my face!"

"Actually, if you want to put on makeup, unless the makeup technique reaches a perfect level, it will only have a counter-effect," Mu Qian touched his chin and looked at the face of the girl next to him. "The skin color and facial features are just right, which is not common."

Song Shijing was still a little thin-skinned and hesitated: "Not you, you praise girls so much... you hate it!"

I was shy again at this time.

"A purely academic perspective, objective facts should be respected, please do not misunderstand." Mu Qian put his hand back in front of him, and he seemed to like this image very much.

"Well...ah!" Song Shijing sighed, "I only knew to please girls, and I will be happy in the future!"

"You are two months younger than Sister Qing, why are you pretending to be mature?" Mu Qian said with a slight disapproval.

Judging from the perspective of human beings, he is more than just a thousand-year-old monster...

"Anyway, it's bigger than you, call me sister!" Song Shijing held the black plastic bag in her arms and gently threw it on her to play, "This is just a gift for you to worship the mountain."

Mu Qian smiled without saying a word, automatically filtered Song Shijing's words, sniffed through his nose, and wondered, "Why do you sweat without the smell of sweat?"

Song Shijing: "Then why do you boys often smell sweating when they sweat?"

"Is it the reason for the androgen?" Mu Qian thought seriously, "or are girls... all being pickled into flavor by cosmetics?"

Pickled and tasted...

What was he thinking in his mind? He was indeed a high school student, good at association.

"I am a girl after all, how could I be like your men!" Song Shijing smiled again, her smile a little badly. She came over with her hands behind her back and asked in a low voice: "Brother Xiaoqian, are you a boy or a man now?"

Mu Qian refused to answer this question and rubbed Song Shijing's hair casually.

He must be a boy!

Song Shijing was tidying up her long hair and thinking viciously... Just now, Mu Qian's face was a little red, and she saw it.

Two cars drove by on the street, and a breeze blew, and the two walked quietly for a while.

"Have you ever been in love?" Mu Qian asked casually, "I'm doing a research recently on the aspects of human love."

"Are you curious about youth and love at your age? My sister knows it." Song Shijing raised her hand and patted Mu Qian's shoulder, with an expression that I understand.

Mu Qian resisted the urge to mess with her hair again, and his smile was a little helpless.

Relying on one's life is a shameful act.

Song Shijing thought about it and replied slowly: "It's considered a chat once. But it's better to say it's a blind date than a relationship. I met once with the parents of both parties. After contacting him for half a month, he asked me to meet for the second time, but I refused."

Mu Qian nodded, "How do you feel?"

"A handsome person is unreliable. Men become bad if they have money. Eighty percent of men are animals in their lower body! Note: There is a woman living in her heart with 5% psychological distortion, 4% physiological defects, and 1% rare treasures."

Seeing her telling her seriously with her fingers, Mu Qian almost believed it.

He knocked on her head casually, and his movements were quick and natural. When Song Shijing felt the slight pain, he had already put his hand back in the pocket in front of him.

"Why are you hitting me?" Song Shijing pouted her mouth and automatically ignored the flaws that Mu Qian had inadvertently exposed too quickly.

Mu Qian instead made up his mind and said with a dry smile: "This is a conclusion that can be drawn after a single kiss? Who can I fool?"

"No," Song Shijing rolled her eyes, "I think people are amazing!"

"I've entered the store to work, and I'll discuss it if I have time."

The door of the snack bar is just ten meters away. He stretched, "If you have any financial difficulties, you can discuss it with me. It's only for the past two weeks, and the amount cannot be too much. I am still a student and my pocket money is limited."

"Stingy, no one else has such a chance to show off." Song Shijing snorted, holding the plastic bag and running towards the store door, with a little panic on her back.

Appreciating her back, Mu Qian's mouth showed a smile that he didn't even notice.

Sure enough, the method used to coax Xiaoling is also very effective for other women... As long as Xiaoling cries, Mu Qian will give her whatever she wants, and she will basically be "healed" immediately.

However, this was the first time Mu Qian encountered such a thing as crying and shouting for "Auntie's Scarf".

A little magical.

He was about to walk forward when he heard a few "Puspus" sounds coming from behind him.

"Pus! Great migration!Pus!"

When I turned my head and saw that Fatty Zhu was hiding a small body behind the tree trunk, he kept waving to him. "Pus" was the movement of his tongue squeezed out between his teeth.

"Great migration! Puss! Here!"

"What's wrong? It's mysterious."

"It's important, don't make a statement," Zhu Su glanced around, his face full of nervousness.

Mu Qian also looked around, instinctively, he felt that Zhu Su suddenly appeared because of the long-legged beauty in the snack bar.

“What are you looking for?”

"My sister, she's not nearby, right?"

"No...I'm sure it's not. Don't flip your pockets! Can your sister hide it in your pocket?" Mu Qian cursed with laughter and cry.

Did this guy Zhu Su steal my sister's "things" again?

Judging from his guilty appearance, it is really possible.
Chapter completed!