Liu Changan had been holding the glass of orange juice he had taken from the milk tea shop. When he was pushed down, he did not waste it and knock it over. Watching him holding the glass of orange juice and walking back slowly, An Nuan was happy and worried.
The reason why she was happy was very simple. Liu Changan went to fight for her. In fact, all girls liked boys who could wave their fists for them. This was one of the reasons why many hooligans and ruffians who were obviously not good for anything had no shortage of women. Not every girl could think about things that were long-term.
It was just that some girls would encourage their boyfriends to fight. Some girls were pleased that their boyfriends would wave their fists for them, but they were more worried about their safety.
After all, this matter was caused by herself. An Nuan did not really think that it was Liu Changan's fault. He still did not care about anything. When Ma Benwei really brought people to find him, what should he do?
There was a rustling sound behind her. An Nuan turned around and was startled. She saw Liu Yuewang frowning and squeezing out of a hedge. She staggered to An Nuan's side and twisted An Nuan's ear. "Did you ignore what I said to you?"
"Mom … when did you squat there?" An Nuan's ear hurt and quickly grabbed her arm.
"Hmph … I came back after class and saw Zhizhi hiding outside the milk tea shop and peeping. When she left, I took a few glances and found out the situation." Liu Yuewang twisted An Nuan's ear and walked back. "Say, what were you talking about just now? I didn't hear it clearly … such a big mosquito, it bit my neck …"
"You actually peeped …"
"I care about you. That's fair and square …"
"I think you'd better go back and apply some floral water on your neck. If there is a red mark on your neck, what will others think?"
Liu Yuewang was reminded by An Nuan. He let go of her ear, touched his neck and went home first. He called out to An Nuan, "Come back and explain it to me!"
Just after 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 am not a three-year-old child. Do you think I don't know anything? This is commonly known as a kind of strawberry. It will appear when you kiss the neck hard. "
"So young …"
"So young?"
"…"
Liu Yuewang's cheeks were crimson, only slightly lighter than her lips.
…
…
Liu Changan finished his orange juice at the end of the bridge and jumped down from the highest point in the middle of the bridge to Jiangzhou below. It was only 20 to 30 meters, and he did not feel anything on the bottom of his feet. He landed steadily.
An old man in a wheelchair with white hair looked at Liu Changan blankly and then looked above.
"I jumped down from above," Wang Yao said. Liu Changan gave him a definite answer so that he wouldn't think that he was old and muddle-headed, causing him to feel even more sorrow.
Baolong Center was still the best. Liu Changan raised his head and looked into the distance. However, he would not do this again in a short time. Along the way, he faced the river wind and walked on the scenic avenue. The waves lapped against the shore with a low rhythm that calmed people down. Liu Changan came to the statue of the great man at the southern end of Jiangzhou. Looking at the 3,500-square-meter tall statue composed of 8,000 pieces of granite, he pushed it hard.
It didn't move.
"What are you doing?" The administrator had seen some people come to burn incense, some to buckle the granite, some to pray for children and marriage, and some to climb … This was the first time he saw someone push hard there.
This might be a psychopath.
"I'm trying to see how much strength I have."
Sure enough, he was a psychopath.
Liu Changan clapped his hands and didn't feel frustrated. There was a limit to one's strength, and this was the current situation.
At the end of October, the oranges in Jiangzhou would ripen one by one. Liu Changan walked through the orange grove and sat quietly on the square in front of the statue.
In the autumn with flowers, the beautiful scenery of Orange Island was like a painting.
In the green smoke, under the bright moon, the small boat was just finished.
The water was the hometown, and the canopy was the union. Fish soup and rice were a common meal.
The scenic area was closed at night. Liu Changan left with the tourists, walked to the bridge, walked along the busy street, and bought a pot of green plum wine at the entrance of Taiping Street. It was a little sour and tasted rough.
Out of Taiping Street, it was the famous bar street of Junsha. In the early years, many fish flipped their snow-white bellies on the street, but the smell of drunkenness was unbearable.
A young man with curly hair, thick eyebrows, and thick lips set up a lamb barbecue stall. Liu Changan asked for two skewers of lamb liver, but he proposed to roast it himself. Business was not hot, so the young man agreed. Liu Changan roasted it. Before it entered his mouth, it was already mouth-watering.
As soon as he returned home, he received a call from Qin Yanan, asking him what plans he had for tomorrow. Liu Changan hesitated and asked her to come early.
Qin Yanan came earlier than Liu Changan expected.
For the first time, someone knocked on Liu Changan's small door before he woke up. Even Zhou Dongdong didn't come so early.
It was a little cooler today, and it was a little cold in the morning. Qin Yanan looked at Liu Changan, who was wearing a vest and big pants. He hugged his arms, but there were no goosebumps on his skin.
"Old people actually hope to reunite on festivals, especially the Dragon Boat Festival … Every time they celebrate, there will be one less reunion." Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan, "If you really don't want to stay in Junsha, you can insist on running back. What can he do to you? In fact, I'm very happy. "
"I find that you really don't like me." Qin Yanan confirmed it again, and of course, she would be happier. "I dare not disobey him. At least wait until you write a letter and he gives up the idea."
"It's not that I don't like you. I like you very much, more than you can imagine. I'm very happy to see you." Liu Changan turned around, "Find a small stool outside and sit down. I'll write the letter. Don't worry. I'll wash up first."
His tone had the feeling of an old man seeing a descendant of his old friend. Qin Yanan had heard this kind of tone many times.
Qin Yanan looked left and right and finally found a small stool, probably made of bamboo, next to the jars and jars. It had a simple and elegant feeling. She looked carefully for the first time and found that although the room in Liu Changan's residence was a little small, it also had a sense of comfort and seclusion.
There was a window the size of a washbasin, with white window flowers pasted on it. It was extremely complicated, as if it was a landscape painting with hidden poems. The wall under the window was smeared with mud and some green ivy. There were traces of water being drawn at the corner of the wall. There were all kinds of bottles that were randomly picked up. There were small flowers and grass growing in the jars, but they were common species on the roadside. The green flowers squeezed together looked very beautiful.
It made people feel that this should be the residence of an old man who was old and leisurely.
After washing up, Liu Changan asked, "Do you want to go jogging?"
Qin Yanan was wearing a white button-down gown today. Her hair was loosely coiled into a bun at the back of her head. There were a few strands of hair hanging by her ears like rippling vines. The vibrating ornaments on her earlobes were naturally flowers. Her slender neck was tightly wrapped by the collar, and her arms were like white lotus roots. The high-waisted trousers of the same color made her legs look even more slender. She was wearing a pair of flat shoes. It didn't seem like there was any problem with matching. Probably because she was good-looking and had a good figure, it didn't matter what she wore.
"I rarely exercise. I don't run anymore." Qin Yanan waved her hand repeatedly while paying attention to Liu Changan's eyes to see if there was any man's disappointment or obvious teasing.
"Oh, I see. Your nipples will hurt when you run. You can only do smaller and less intense exercises." Liu Changan nodded and turned to walk back to the room.
It seemed that he was just describing the objective facts, without any sense of humor that made people angry. However, it made Qin Yanan's face as white as powder and more vigorous.
Last night, she had a dream about her great-grandmother. It was said that the people you met in a dream had no face when you recalled them. However, after waking up, Qin Yanan clearly remembered that Ye Sijin's appearance was no different from that in the photo. She was elegant and demure, and her eyebrows seemed to be knitted with sorrow. In the dream, she only remembered that her great-grandmother was calling a name. It was probably the man who was close to her.
Qin Yanan had never dreamed of Ye Sijin before. After all, his great-grandmother had passed away before liberation, and all he had heard about were the heroic deeds described in textbooks. His feelings for her were more of worship than familial love, as compared to the affection he felt for his great-grandfather.
Such a dream made Qin Yanan think that it was a dream. Although as a materialist who believed in Marxism, she should not believe in the feudal superstition of dreams, it still affected Qin Yanan's mood. Therefore, she came to find Liu Changan early in the morning.
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