Liu Changan kept holding the glass of orange juice he took out from the milk tea shop, and did not waste time knocking it over when he was pushed down. Seeing him slowly walking back with the glass of orange juice, An Nuan felt happy and worried at the same time.
The reason for being happy is very simple. Liu Changan went to fight for her. In fact, girls like boys who can punch for them. This is one of the reasons why there are many little gangsters who are obviously good for nothing but there is absolutely no shortage of women. Not every one of them
Girls always think about the long term.
It's just that some girls will encourage their boyfriends to fight, and some girls are happy that their boyfriends will not only punch for them, but also worry about his safety.
After all, this matter was caused by himself. An Nuan didn't really feel that it was Liu Changan's fault. He still didn't worry about everything. What would he do when Ma Benwei really brought someone to find him?
A rustling sound came from behind. An Nuan turned around and was startled. She saw Liu Yuewang frowning and squeezing out of a hedge. He staggered to An Nuan's side and twisted.
Annuan's ears: "Everything I said to you has fallen on deaf ears, right?"
"Mom...when did you squat there?" Annuan's ears hurt and she quickly grabbed her arm.
"Humph... I came back from class and saw Zhizhi hiding outside the milk tea shop and peeking furtively. After she left, I took a few fair looks and discovered the situation." Liu Yuewang pinched An.
Nuan Er went back and said, "Say, I didn't hear clearly what you were saying just now... Such a big mosquito bit my neck..."
"You actually peeked..."
"I care about you, and that's fair and square..."
"I think you should go back and apply toilet water on your neck. What will others think if you leave a red mark on your neck?"
Liu Yuewang was reminded by An Nuan, so he let go of her ears, touched his neck and went home first, while greeting An Nuan: "Come back quickly and explain clearly!"
After taking two steps, Liu Yuewang stopped and looked at An Nuan sternly, "How do you know what others will think if you leave a red mark?"
An Nuan was helpless, "I'm not a three-year-old child, don't I understand anything? This is commonly known as planting strawberries, and it will grow if you kiss your neck hard."
"At such a young age..."
"At a young age?"
"..."
Liu Yuewang's cheeks were blushing, only slightly lighter than her lips.
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Liu Changan finished his orange juice at the end of the bridge and jumped off the river bank below from the highest point in the center of the bridge. It was only twenty or thirty meters away, and he had almost no feeling in the soles of his feet and landed firmly.
An old man with white hair in a wheelchair looked at Liu Changan blankly, and then looked at the top of his head.
"I jumped down from above." Liu Changan gave him a definite answer, lest he think that his eyesight was dim and he would suffer more sorrow.
Baolong Center is better. Liu Changan looked up and looked into the distance, but he would not do this again in a short time. He faced the river wind all the way, walking on the landscape avenue, and the water waves lapped the shore with a low rhythm.
It made people feel calm. Liu Changan came to the statue of the great man at the south end of Jiangzhou. He looked at the tall statue with a base of 3,500 square meters and composed of 8,000 pieces of granite, and pushed hard.
Didn't move.
"What are you doing?" The administrator has seen some people come to burn incense, some want to buckle granite, some come to ask for children and marriage, and some come to climb... This is the first time I saw someone pushing hard there.
This may be a mental illness.
"I'll try to see how strong I am."
It's really a mental illness.
Liu Changan clapped his hands and did not feel frustrated. The fact that manpower is sometimes poor shows the current situation.
By the end of October, the oranges on Jiangzhou were ripe one by one. Liu Changan walked through the orange grove and sat quietly in the square in front of the statue.
In the autumn when flowers are harvested, at night in Xiaoxiang, the beautiful scenery of Juzhou is like a painting on the screen.
In the blue smoke, under the bright moon, the boat is just beginning to fish.
The water is the hometown, the crops are growing together, and fish, soup, rice and rice are common meals.
The scenic spot was closed at night. Liu Changan left with the tourists and walked to the bridge. Along the busy street, he bought a pot of green plum wine at the intersection of Taiping Street. It was a bit sour and tasted astringent.
Exiting Taiping Street is Junsha's famous bar street. In the early years, there were many fish turning their white bellies on the street, but the smell of drunkenness was just unpleasant.
A young man with curly hair, thick eyebrows and thick lips was setting up a mutton barbecue stall. Liu Changan ordered two skewers of lamb liver, but offered to grill them himself. Just when the business was not yet booming, the young man agreed.
Mouthwatering.
As soon as he got home, he received a call from Qin Yanan, asking him what his plans were for tomorrow. Liu Changan hesitated and asked her to come over early.
Qin Yanan arrived earlier than Liu Changan expected.
This was the first time someone knocked on Liu Changan's door before he woke up. Even Zhou Dongdong had never done so early.
The temperature has dropped slightly today and it was a bit cold in the morning. Qin Yanan looked at Liu Changan who was wearing a vest and large pants. He crossed his arms, but there were no goosebumps on his skin.
"Old people actually hope to be reunited during festivals, especially the Dragon Boat Festival... once or less." Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan, "If you really don't want to stay in Junsha and insist on running back, what else can he do to you?
?Actually, I’m still very happy.”
"I found that you really don't want to see me." Qin Yanan was sure again, and of course she would be happier. "I don't dare to disobey him. At least I won't talk until you write the letter and he gives up the idea."
"I'm not unwilling to see you. I like you very much, even more than you thought. I'm very happy to see you." Liu Changan turned around and said, "You can sit on a small bench outside and I will write the letter.
, you can rest assured, I will wash up first."
There was a sense of relief in his tone that an old man would feel when meeting his old descendants. Qin Yanan had heard this kind of tone many times.
Qin Yanan looked left and right, and finally found a small bench that was probably made of bamboo slices next to the jar. It had a simple and elegant feel. She looked carefully for the first time and found that Liu Changan's residence was not only a little smaller, but also
There is a feeling of tranquility and tranquility.
A window the size of a washbasin is covered with white window grilles, which are extremely complicated and seem to be a landscape painting with hidden poetry. The wall under the window is painted with mud, and some green ivy is climbing, and there is a water-drawing device under the corner.
There are all kinds of small flowers and grass growing in the bottles and jars that look like they were picked up at random. They are just common varieties on the roadside, and they are really beautiful when crowded together.
It makes people feel that this should be the residence of an elderly, leisurely and comfortable old man.
Liu Changan came out of the shower and asked, "Want to go for a run?"
Qin Yanan is wearing a white button-up gown today. Her hair is tied loosely into a bun on the back of her head. There are a few strands of hair falling like rippling vines around her ears. The trembling hangings on her earlobes are naturally made of flowers.
Son, his slender neck is tightly surrounded by a collar, his arms are like white lotus roots, and the high-waisted trousers of the same color make his legs look more slender. He wears a pair of flat running shoes at his feet. There is not necessarily any matching problem. He is probably
She looks good, has a good figure, and has no problem wearing anything.
"I rarely exercise and I won't run anymore." Qin Yanan waved her hands repeatedly while paying attention to Liu Changan's eyes to see if there was any hint of male disappointment or knowing ridicule.
"Oh, I understand. Your breasts will hurt when you run. You can only do less intense exercises with a smaller range of motion." Liu Changan nodded, turned around and walked back to the room.
It seemed like it was just describing objective facts, without any sense of irritating humor, but it made Qin Yanan's face look as white as pink and full of life.
I had a dream last night about my great-grandmother. People say that people they meet in dreams have no face in retrospect. However, when Qin Yanan woke up, she clearly remembered that Ye Sijin's appearance was no different from that in the photo. She was elegant and demure, with a bright eyebrow.
As if holding a grudge, all I could remember in the dream was that my great-grandmother was calling out a name, which was probably the man who had a close relationship with my great-grandmother.
Qin Yanan had never dreamed of Ye Sijin before. After all, her great-grandmother had passed away before liberation. All she had heard about were heroic deeds described in textbooks. He felt more admiration for her than the admiration for her like her great-grandfather.
Such a dream made Qin Yanan understand it as a dream. Although as a materialist who believed in Marxism, he should not believe in the feudal superstition of dreams, but it still affected Qin Yanan's mood, so he came to see Liu Changan early in the morning.
She kind of wanted to tell Liu Changan about her dream, because Liu Changan always talked about her great-grandmother, or could he have some other explanation for such a dream?