After Lin Lu walked forward for a short distance, he stopped and turned around to look at him. His pouted cheeks looked like a little goldfish, and his voice was soft,
"Can you stop following me?"
Jiang Xingran didn't know about buying him a gift. She planned to secretly give it to him after going to school tomorrow.
It's also a small surprise.
But if he had been following her, how could he not guess what she was buying the game console for?
She could already imagine someone chasing after her with a playful smile and asking her if she liked herself.
"I didn't follow you."
Jiang Xingran was holding his pocket, keeping a small distance between him and her.
To be precise, it was his deskmate who was keeping a distance from him.
Seeing her stop, he was like a big golden retriever that had finally been taken care of by its owner, wagging its tail happily, "I'm just on the way. Aren't we going to prepare gifts for the class meeting tomorrow? I happen to have something to buy too."
His reasons were very good. Lin Lu had no choice but to let him follow him not far or close behind him.
In fact, she had already thought of the reason. At worst, she would say that the game console was bought for her brother.
Lin Lu pushed open the door and entered a large stationery store. There were many students who looked like students buying stationery.
The dazzling array of products on the wall made her temporarily forget about a certain "follower" following her.
Notebooks, pens, sticky notes, bookends...
Probably every girl can't refuse colorful pens and beautiful notebooks. Lin Lu seems to understand why Yaoyao said that everyone likes to give stationery.
If someone gives her these, she will also be very happy.
So she took a small basket and began to choose some stationery that could be used by either a boy or a girl. She also bought a few more pens for herself to stockpile.
She remembers a lot of notes. She still takes double copies by herself and uses up pen refills very quickly.
I quickly picked a small frame, but suddenly I felt a little empty behind me.
When she turned around, she saw that Jiang Xingran was no longer behind her.
Could it be that someone was angry because she ignored him?
"Jiang Xingran?"
Lin Lu frowned slightly, feeling like a worried sister taking her younger brother out for fear of losing him.
If you have the chance, you must catch him calling yourself "Sister Lin" several times!
Although he seems to be older than me.
This was what Lin Lu accidentally heard when he and his brothers called him one time, saying that Jiang Xingran's birthday was in a few months and asked him how he wanted to celebrate this year.
Her own birthday is during the Chinese New Year, and she goes to school early and is always one and a half years younger than her classmates around her.
So it can be inferred that Jiang Xingran should be older than her.
Lin Lu carried the small basket and searched for him before finally finding him behind a tall shelf.
Displayed on the shelves are some handmade clay figures, all of which are Q-version figures, exquisite and cute.
There was an elderly-looking man with reading glasses and half-white hair sitting attentively in front of a small table. The table was filled with colored clay and tools, and he was holding a new little person in his hand.
The movement looks very slow, but the fingers are nimble.
Jiang Xingran folded his arms and leaned against the cabinet next to him, smiling mysteriously.
Nancheng has a long history and attaches great importance to the inheritance of traditional culture or the development of some handicrafts. Therefore, in many stores, there will be such craftsmen sitting in a small corner without occupying much space.
What she didn't expect was that he would be interested in this.
Lin Lu slowly approached carrying a small basket.
There is already a small doll that has been kneaded and dried on the table. It has twin tails and is smiling with squinted eyes. There is also a book in its hand.
But the more she looked at it, the more she felt...
Why does it look a bit like her?!
Then look at the one the craftsman is pinching...
Just from the blue hair, Lin Lu could already tell that it was definitely Jiang Xingran Benran.
He, he, he, what are you doing pinching the two of them?!
"Little girl, do you want to pinch one too? It's very quick. It can be done in five minutes."
The craftsman pushed up his glasses, looked at her carefully, and then said with a smile, "It turns out they are together. Here, they are ready to be taken. If you put them home for two days, they will be very strong."
Lin Lu looked at the Q version of himself in the palm of his hand, which was as white and clean as a milk dumpling, and the way he smiled while holding a book in his hand was exactly the same as himself.
Before I could take a closer look at the details, someone snatched it away and carefully hid it in his pocket.
"Jiang Xingran, you..."
Lin Lu opened his eyes wide.
So, isn't this for her?
Jiang Xingran held it in his hand like a treasure, shook it in front of her rather proudly, and then took it back.
"This is mine. I'll knead this one and give it to you later."
Lin Lu: "..."
"Who wants it from you? I want mine."
She didn't want to put him on the desk, and then every time she looked up when doing homework, she could see his Q version standing there!
It's like she's been thinking about him!
Jiang Xingran raised his fingers and smiled mischievously.
"You want this? Then come and grab it. I'll give it to you when you get it."
Lin Lu pursed his lips, secretly glanced in the direction of his pocket, and then pounced on him.
today!
It is bound to happen!
Fighting for her little clay figurine!
The two began to chase each other in the store. Because the space was small, the speed was slow and the range was very small.
But even so...
"Jiang! Xing! Ran!"
Lin Lu's face turned red with anger, and she looked up at the clay figure a million miles away from her.
She forgot that there was a height difference of nearly 30 centimeters between her and Jiang Xingran. As long as he raised his hand, she couldn't touch him even if he jumped up hard.
But at some point, she was hanging on him like a pendant, panting, her little face flushed.
And what about Jiang Xingran?
She was leaning against the bookshelf behind her, with one hand raised above her head, squinting her eyes and smiling softly, while the other hand was protecting her waist to prevent her from accidentally hitting the shelf.
"My little classmate, look at you like this... don't you have enough physical strength?"
Jiang Xingran smiled evilly, shook the little clay figurine in his hand, and looked into her wet eyes, "How is it? Do you still want to grab it?"
Lin Lu pouted angrily, looking at his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he spoke, and his chest rising and falling as he breathed.
Her hand was on one of his arms, and she could feel the hot body temperature under her clothes.
She remembered when he hugged her two days ago...
Does it mean that it will itch wherever you touch it?
Lin Lu smiled slightly, as cunning as a little fox.
The little hands began to move to his waist.
At that time, Jiang Xingran was smiling evilly and playing with her hair hanging behind her head with her fingers. Suddenly, an itch suddenly occupied her brain, and a blush spread from the roots behind her ears to her neck.
"Hey, little classmate, don't touch there... did you do that on purpose?"
At first he thought she was being careless, but when he looked into her cunning eyes, Jiang Xingran understood.
He grabbed her waist with one hand, held down her hand on his waist, and blew hot air on her neck.