Greedy.

Chapter 15

The return trip seemed short and long.Qiao Qing came here by car, and when you said you wanted to walk back, he programmed the car to send you home and walk with you.

You secretly looked at him, consciously harboring evil intentions, always thinking about how to arouse his hand naturally—it’s okay to pretend it’s natural, you’re not picky.

"Look up." Qiao Qing said suddenly.

You obediently look up.The twilight is deep, the sky is beautiful, but it’s nothing special, at least you don’t have the heart to appreciate it at this moment-the person next to you is so interesting, why bother to look far away.

Qiao Qing seemed to have expected it, and said again: "Let's see."

You study again.Still nothing special.

"What?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Let me take a break." Qiao Qing said seriously.

"..." It's all messed up.

"I'm so scared by you, I can't even walk." He smiled, "What a frustrating situation if we have the same hands and feet."

You suddenly have a great interest in the sky again.

"Why is there no sound?"

...he's still in good spirits.

"I'm thinking," you said solemnly, and you explained it yourself before he asked, "thinking about how to hold your hand in a logical way."

"Well," Qiao Qing held your hand very naturally, interlocking his fingers, "Like this?"

"..."

...lost.

But after a while, you found a little turnaround.

Qiao Qing holds your hand very freely, and at the same time very freely... his eyes drift away.He looks at the sky and the earth, but he doesn't look at you.

Let's do it, everyone is the same thing, so don't laugh at half a catty.

You are instantly at ease.When you struggled with your fingers, Qiao Qing didn't hold them tightly, and broke free from the interlocking posture of your fingers.Qiao Qing's hands are very regular, but his eyes immediately chased after him, glanced at your expression, and left immediately.

With a calm face, you said calmly, "Don't move your hands."

Your hands are still very close.You retract your fingers along his palm, and scrape your fingertips from his pulp until they reach the position of his palm, and your fingers just bend naturally.You smiled lowly, and gently grabbed his palm.

Qiao Qingren held you for a while, and finally couldn't take it anymore.He quickly grabbed your demon finger and squeezed it hard.

You couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

You get one point for this game.

After playing like this for a while, you snapped his hand back.Still dangling, so unhappy.

Along the way, his hair has been blown dry by the wind.At this moment, it hangs down very properly, making people want to rub it with their hands when they look at it.

Yes, it's all the hair's fault.

While you are about to move, you don't want to take your hand out.You have weighed it several times, but you are still not willing to move.However, today you are different from the past, you can still complain with an empty mouth if you don't touch your head with your hands.

You say, "I had a dream yesterday."

"Is it a beautiful dream?" Qiao asked lightly, "If it's not beautiful, then let it go. Keeping nightmares takes up more memory."

"It's not beautiful, but with you, I can't delete it."

"...Did he bully you?"

"Bullying, you in the dream are hateful. I will cook dumplings for you, but you won't eat them; You look like someone who refuses people thousands of miles away. I saw your hair was black and soft later, so I said a lot of good things to you, and asked if you could let me touch it. When you said no, I begged again. Well, you still say no."

"Did you touch it at last?"

"I touched it, but without your permission, I made you angry."

"...And then you woke up?"

"No. I didn't wake up. I only had you in the dream, and I had nothing left when you left, but I just sat facing the empty place and didn't wake up."

"Since there is such a hateful person in such an annoying dream," Qiao asked softly, "why don't you want to delete it?"

"Who told me to like you so much." You said, "You don't like me in the dream, but I still like you the same."

The love for you should be put away carefully, and you can't lose it at all.

"Don't forget him, remember me. My hair is also soft, but I can let you touch it." Qiao Qing's hands tightened tightly, "Don't share your likes with him, give it all to me. He doesn't cherish it, I will keep it safe."

Chatting and chatting, most of the return trip was gone.The sun has already set in the west, and it is almost 1 minute darker than 1 minute.When you come to a fork, you grab Qiao Qing.

"Let's go to the riverside to have a look." You said.

Going west from here, you can walk to the river you first met in less than 5 minutes.

Joe agreed lightly.

You walk slowly.Qiao Qing smiled suddenly, and said: "Now I finally got rid of the embarrassment of touching my pockets and emptying them."

This means...

"You still have it?"

Does he really carry sugar with him?at any time?Just because you mentioned that?

"Yeah," Joe wrote lightly, "I can't let you down a second time."

"...it wasn't really a disappointment at the time." No one is devastated by a daydream that doesn't come true.

"But if you are satisfied, you will be happier. Compared with picking the stars and the moon, it is more cost-effective to bring a few candies."

... so it is not a problem.You stand still and look at him: "Then give me one, I want to be happy now."

"It's so sweet."

Joe smiled lightly at you.

"You're so sweet." You repeated articulately.

Qiao's light smile froze for a moment.He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes drifted, and he whispered: "...you can also make it sour, if you need it."

You are dying of joy.You said along the way: "It's better to have sweet stuffing on [-], and sour stuffing on [-]. Sundays are sour and sweet, giving each personality you room to develop."

"More than that," Qiao Qing said seriously, "You might as well consider a customized set meal with [-]% sweetness on Monday, [-]% sweetness on Tuesday, and [-]% sweetness on Wednesday. This should better suit your needs."

"No, then don't you just keep souring? What should I do if it rots and stinks? How can I say anything? Have you considered the user experience?"

"...What do you think?"

"Let's keep it sweet," you said with a half-smile, "I think this one is pretty good right now."

"Okay, let me ask one last thing." Qiao lightly pretended to take off his hat, "When do you plan to speak?"

you:"……"

Hold.

You didn't make a sound for several minutes after this.

Seeing the river in the distance, Qiao gently pushed you, "Hey, why is the reaction so big? The big deal is as you like, I will wait for you at any time?"

You grabbed his hand and whispered, "No."

It's not shy, let alone angry, you're just thinking about Qiao Qing's expression just now.

Thinking over and over again.

He was smiling, his eyes were cheerful and bright, as if someone had leaked some starlight into it.The corners of his lips hooked up, barely able to hold his overflowing smile, it was a bit naughty arc.

You've never seen it like this.there has never been.You like it very much, and you are very happy.

But you're not going to tell him.You need to find a small box to lock up this memory, and only take a peek at it when you are saddest, don't abuse it, and hope it lasts for a long time.

You suddenly pulled him forward and took a few steps forward.

"Look, there!" You offer a treasure.

Qiao Qing: "...a tree?"

"That's different!"

"A... magical tree?"

You sighed bitterly.You let go of his hand, ran under the tree, and lay down in the same posture as Qiao Qing in your memory—one arm on the pillow, the other over your eyes.

After finishing, you sat up with a smile: "Are you familiar with it?"

Qiao Qing was surprised: "Have you seen it? But I have never seen you."

"I didn't get close, I just looked at it from afar, wondering why this man is so suave." You teased him, "It's not too rough."

"...It's still a little tight, didn't you see that I propped my head up." He sat down next to you, "But as you said, it's very romantic. Put your poses on and wait to meet you."

Qiao Qing continued: "No wonder you ranked this river at the top that day."

"When?"

"The day the water was enumerated."

"You listened so carefully," you tilted your head and said, "Then remember to update the memory bank in the future, this is the place where I first saw you."

"Then when will you fall in love with me? Why don't you tell me about it too."

"You don't need to ask," you smiled flamboyantly at him, "every day."

Today also, I like you a little bit more.

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BE that is not sweet doesn’t need money