Embrace the fragrance

In Chapter 8, I wanted to save the manuscript, but I clicked it to publish directly, sorry.

☆、Chapter 6 Bookstore

Qin Ming usually goes to his uncle's house on weekends, and this weekend is no exception.

On Saturday, his aunt made small tofu.The small tofu squeezed from fresh soybeans is light green in color and served in a white porcelain bowl.Aunt Qin Ming also put fragments of shrimp and a little coriander in the small tofu, which tastes especially delicious.

Qin Ming was eating with relish, his cousin yawned, walked to the dining table in a daze, was stunned when he saw his cousin sitting upright, then turned back to the living room, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and shouted: "Mom, does the clock run slowly?" It's a big weekend, how could his cousin get up at seven o'clock?

No matter how good the appetite is, it will be ruined!Qin Ming put down the spoon, crossed his hands, moved his wrists, and his bones creaked.

His cousin deliberately showed a scared expression, hid behind his aunt, and made a face while saying, "Going out to play? Meet a girl? A date?"

Before Qin Ming had time to refute, Aunt Qin Ming looked surprised: "You already have a girlfriend?"

Qin Ming: "..." His aunt always believed what her daughter said. Qin Ming didn't explain much, and after eating the little tofu left in the bowl, he said calmly, "Auntie, I'm going to the bookstore."

Cousin Qin Ming's eyes widened, her expression was more exaggerated than seeing a ghost, "You wouldn't go to a bookstore wherever you go, would you?"

But Qin Ming really went to the bookstore.

He wandered around, walked to the art bookshelf, and picked up two copybooks.One is more scribbled, the other is just the opposite, with clear strokes.

"Qin Ming?"

Qin Ming raised his head when he heard the sound, and the owner of this clear voice was indeed Fang Wenrui.

"Think...unexpectedly, I'm not mistaken, it's really...really you?" Fang Wenrui said unexpectedly.

Qin Ming: "..." Didn't he just come to the bookstore?

Fang Wenrui didn't pay attention to Qin Ming's indescribable expression, and looked curiously at the two copybooks in Qin Ming's hands, "Are you... are you going to practice calligraphy?"

Qin Ming just wanted to answer "Yes", but suddenly wanted to point out how boring it is, let Fang Wenrui slowly find out that his handwriting is becoming more handsome, so he changed his words: "I'm helping my cousin buy it, her dog Crawling words, really shameless to see people!"

A few miles away, Qin Ming's little cousin sneezed loudly at home.

Fang Wenrui blinked.

Qin Ming didn't care whether he believed it or not, so he asked him to be his adviser, "Take a look, which of these two copybooks is more suitable?"

Fang Wenrui took the copybook and flipped through it, and quickly said: "The copybook in cursive script... is more suitable, and the girl's handwriting is... more dignified and delicate. I suggest not to let her practice cursive script. Besides, the college entrance examination The curly noodles...the pursuit of neat handwriting, cursive script may affect the score of the rolled noodles."

Qin Ming himself quite liked the cursive calligraphy copybook, which was strong and unrestrained, but Fang Wenrui had already said so, and his analysis made sense. The cursive script copybook of "girly" and put the other one back on the bookshelf.He took a step towards the cash register, then stopped and asked Fang Wenrui, "Are you here to buy books too?"

It is not surprising that a good student like Fang Wenrui comes to the bookstore to buy books.

Fang Wenrui nodded, and then asked expectantly: "Can...can you go shopping with me?"

Qin Ming readily agreed: "Okay, what book do you want to buy?"

Fang Wenrui: "Composition."

Qin Ming recalled Fang Wenrui's composition score in the last quiz, and he looked disbelieving: "Isn't it? You still want to buy composition essays?"

Fang Wenrui didn't speak any more, and walked forward.

Qin Ming followed.

In Xinhua Bookstore, there were many people, but the surroundings were very quiet, basically only the sound of Qingyue flipping through books could be heard.There were no chairs, some people simply sat on the ground with their legs crossed, and some half leaned against the wall.

Qin Ming shrugged: "Is this a bookstore or a library?"

Fang Wenrui laughed lightly.He had already walked to the bookshelf marked High School Chinese, glanced at the colorful covers of composition papers, thought for a while, and pulled out several books from among them.

"This is the best book," Qin Ming rested his chin on one hand, and Fang Wenrui said, "First of all, this book is the thickest, and it contains the most examples of argumentative essays. Secondly, there are comments by famous teachers under each example, and there are highlight analysis next to it. , and," he turned the book to a certain page, continued: "Look, there are composition questions here, and there are 36 topics at the back. You can write one every week, and you can almost finish it by the time of the college entrance examination. "

Fang Wenrui agreed, "I think so too."

After choosing, the two went to check out.

There are many people who come to the bookstore to read books, but not many to buy books, and they pay the fee almost without waiting.

Qin Ming walked out slowly, and when he walked through the gate, a strong wind from the air conditioner blew from the top.He straightened his messy black hair, "I think Xinhua Bookstore has really become a library. You don't need to get a card to read books, and you can use the air conditioner, but there are fewer seats."

Fang Wenrui couldn't help laughing.

When I left the bookstore, I could feel the bright sun in the sky with my eyes closed.The sycamore leaves on both sides of the street have turned yellow slightly, revealing a few traces of the decay of the life cycle, but the heat has not yet disappeared.A few wisps of breeze passed by, and the spots of light leaking from the treetops inadvertently dazzled into the eyes.

Fang Wenrui narrowed his eyes reflexively, avoiding the mischievous sun spots, "This book, um, is for you."

People were coming and going on the sidewalk, bustling, Qin Ming didn't hear clearly for a while, or he heard it, but he just intuitively thought he heard it wrong, "What?"

Fang Wenrui had already handed him the composition document that had been titled "the best" after his own analysis. Qin Ming was sure and sure that he hadn't misunderstood just now, and the expression on his face followed Fang Wenrui's brisk words. A little froze.

"You...don't you like it?" Fang Wenrui carefully observed Qin Ming's expression, "Didn't you just... just say that this book is the best? Well, there are so many composition questions in the book, you...well, you can Write one a week, as you just said."

Qin Ming mechanically took the composition book, which was about as thick as the Oxford Advanced English-Chinese Dictionary, and couldn't love it: "I really like it so much!"

He rubbed Fang Wenrui's hair, and with a bit of vindictive mentality, he messed up the boy's soft and docile hair, "I'm going to pull the cart."

Fang Wenrui didn't dodge or dodge, let Qin Ming lick his own hair, and looked as obedient as a little white rabbit, "Okay, goodbye!" Saying goodbye to Qin Ming, he walked to the bus stop across the road.While waiting for the car, there was a crisp car bell in his ear, like the ding-dong of a mountain spring. Fang Wenrui looked up and saw Qin Ming propping a brand new mountain bike on one leg.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows, his handsome and outstanding facial features were radiant, and he had the unique arrogance of a teenager. "Not coming up yet?"

Fang Wenrui carefully sat on the back seat.

"Sit tight!"

Fang Wenrui grabbed Qin Ming's white shirt.Qin Ming lowered his head and glanced at the small jade white hands on his waist, and curled the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly.He has strong feet and the bike feels like it's going to fly when going downhill.Sunshine and wind flowed through their fluttering black hair and young faces like water.

Fang Wenrui was timid, he didn't dare to look forward, let alone look to the sides, his eyes were fixed on Qin Ming's lean back.Qin Ming's white shirt was wet with sweat and became transparent, his beautiful and well-proportioned butterfly bones could be vaguely seen.He looked at it, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he tightened his hands unconsciously, "We...where are we going?"

Qin Ming said solemnly: "Secret." He saw a manhole cover in front of him from a distance, but he deliberately didn't avoid it.

Fang Wenrui's face was already very close to him, and with such a bump, it immediately hit his back.Qin Ming arched his back slightly, and Fang Wenrui's jaw was numb from the slightly raised spine in the middle.Most of his face was pressed against Qin Ming's back, and through a thin layer of fabric, he could clearly smell a pleasant smell mixed with a little sweat and shower gel, sunny and youthful.

Qin Ming stopped in front of a small shop with "scent" floating ten miles away.

Fang Wenrui slowly moved his face away from Qin Ming's back, and glanced at the words on the horizontal plaque - Wangpo stinky tofu.

"Auntie, two servings of stinky tofu!" Qin Ming glanced complicatedly at the composition paperwork in the front basket of the car, suppressed the impulse of the little fool behind Spicy, and said honestly: "One is spicy, the other is not!"

Fang Wenrui sat in the back and listened, and said fearlessly, "I...how about adding some spice?"

Qin Ming still remembers the last time after Fang Wenrui ate spicy food, his voice was hoarse after several days of morning reading. Will your life be incomplete?"

Fang Wenrui smiled innocently. After getting to know Qin Ming, his world has indeed been enriched a lot. It has gradually changed from a static silent film to a colorful one.

After asking Fang Wenrui to finish eating the stinky tofu, Qin Ming went to a nearby milk tea shop to buy two cups of roasted pearls.

Fang Wenrui was embarrassed to let Qin Ming spend money.

Qin Ming raised his chin at him, and his tone was a bit gnashing of teeth at first hearing: "You bought such a thick book for me, what is this little sugar water?"

Fang Wenrui took the milk tea obediently.

Qin Ming's appearance of drinking milk tea was a bit immature and childish.He unconsciously gnawed on the straw, so that the mouth of the straw was bitten flat, and finally he couldn't suck the pearls.

"Use mine!" Fang Wenrui generously pulled out his own straw and inserted it into Qin Ming's milk tea cup.Seeing that Qin Ming's mouth was about to wrap his mouth around the straw, he said hastily, "Don't...don't bite anymore."

Qin Mingbuyi: "What if I want to bite?"

"Then...then bite lightly, don't...well!" Fang Wenrui felt his lips warm up, and all the rest of his words were blocked back.Qin Ming's handsome face was magnified in front of him, under the thick eyelashes, there was a smile in his eyes.He took a bite on his lower lip very lightly, and the touch of his lips was still not clear, so he stepped back to a safe distance.Qin Ming took a sip of the milk tea, and the milky white milk moistened his gorgeous thin lips. He looked softly at Fang Wenrui's instantly flushed face, and asked with a smile, "Is this light or not?"

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