The maintenance personnel rushed over ten minutes later. When a beam of bright lights came in, the two consciously let go of their hands as if they had just woken up from a dream. Zhou Jingze stood up next to the wall and raised his hand to block the glare. hoarse:
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Xu Sui went up to the 23rd floor to find Hu Qianxi and the others, and opened the door. The two had been sitting there arguing for twenty minutes. When Hu Qianxi saw Xu Sui coming, she immediately felt embarrassed and changed the subject: "Sui Sui, eat quickly, if you don't come, the food will be cold."
"By the way, where is my uncle?" Hu Qianxi asked.
There was a message coming in from Sheng Nanzhou's phone, and he glanced at it: "He said he left beforehand, the bill has already been settled, let us eat."
"Sheng Nanzhou, are you picky or not, why do you need my uncle to pay for the apology?" Hu Qianqian scoffed at him.
Sheng Nanzhou replied shamelessly: "It's not because my father loves me."
Xu Suizai thought, a person like Zhou Jingze who has a good family background, is talented, can do everything with ease, and is occasionally frivolous and reckless.
Unruly in front of people, he has a vigorous and clamorous physique unique to young people, but in fact he is humble and steady. He will say "Thank you" to the lady proprietress of the dumpling shop, notice that girls can't drink cold milk when the weather is cold, and always It is to settle the bill quietly when friends are having dinner.
It is not surprising that such a person is endowed with a lot of love. How could he be claustrophobic
Xu Sui remembered that he lived alone in Amber Lane, that big house that didn't light up often.
"Baby, what are you thinking?" Hu Qianxi stretched out five fingers and shook them in front of her.
Xu Sui came back to his senses, took a sip of the fruit juice at the table to cover up, and said with a smile, "Thinking that you are finally reconciled."
Zhou Jingze disappeared for a whole week, or disappeared in Xu Sui's world. Xu Sui flips through his WeChat Moments several times a day, but he doesn't post anything, and the latest post is three months ago.
Xu Sui would occasionally capture Zhou Jingze's sporadic related things from Hu Qianqian's words, such as "I heard that Sheng Nanzhou was second to last in the flight technology theory test, but his uncle took the first place", "A man actually confessed his love to Zhou Jingze today!"
Usually Xu Sui listened quietly while feeding the cat.
On the weekend, Xu Sui was rushing to leave after teaching Sheng Yan, when Sheng Nanzhou knocked on the door and came in, he said, "I don't have to go to school for rehearsal this week, I will go directly to Jingze's house in a while, his house also has a piano room, you go there Also convenient."
"Okay." Xu Sui responded.
Xu Sui went downstairs after finishing up lessons for Sheng Yanjia, and found Hu Qianqian, Da Liu and the others were already waiting for her there. A group of people followed Sheng Nanzhou to Zhou Jingze's house.
Sheng Nanzhou pressed the door twice, but there was no response, but Demu let out a bark in the yard. Sheng Nanzhou stood in the wall and jumped twice, shouting: "Master Kui, go and wake your father up!"
Demu barked at them twice, opened the glass door with his foot and ran upstairs, thumping.
Zhou Jingze appeared in front of them with a sleepy face, gray home clothes, drooping eyelids, and a tired expression, but his expression was not very good-looking.
Zhou Jingze slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at them.
"you-"
Before Sheng Nanzhou could finish his sentence, the door closed in front of him with a "bang", almost pinching his nose, and the sentence "fuck" was drowned in the wind.
Five minutes later, Zhou Jingze changed his clothes and opened the door for them again. He washed his face casually, and the water dripped down his cold and hard jaw.
"Come in." His voice was hoarse and rustling just after waking up.
Xu Sui followed behind them, and she found that the yard of his house was huge, and there was a greenhouse on the second floor, but it looked like it had been vacant for a long time from the outside.
Zhou Jingze pulled the cotton slippers and led them in. Xu Sui's first impression of his house was that it was empty, big, with monochromatic furniture and a black sofa.
The gray automatic curtains were drawn tightly. Zhou Jingze searched for the remote control in the living room for a long time, raised his hand and pressed against the curtains, the light came in, and the wind and air rushed in together.
"Sit whatever you want." Zhou Jingze raised his chin at them.
Da Liu lay down on the sofa, groping left and right at Zhou Jing's house, and said excitedly, "Master Zhou, it's so cool for you to live in this big house by yourself, no one cares, and you can still have a party."
Zhou Jingze smiled, but didn't answer.
Zhou Jingze opened the refrigerator, took out a can of frozen Coke in the cold weather, pulled the tab open with a "hissing" sound, and threw it into the trash can. He held up the Coke can and took a sip: "Whatever you want to drink, take it from the refrigerator."
"Damn, it's all of them." Da Liu leaned over to take a look, his eyes stared straight, the refrigerator was full of drinks, and he couldn't even find an egg or a noodle.
"Nothing else, just a lot of drinks." Zhou Jingze smiled awkwardly.
After not seeing him for a week, Zhou Jingze seems to have returned to a state of being undisciplined and able to handle everything with ease. The hotel incident seems to be over.
A group of people rested for a while and followed him up to the third floor. Zhou Jingze pushed the door in and said in a cold voice, "I asked my aunt to clean the piano room."
The piano room is very large. There is a German 1963 vinyl record player on the right side. There are all kinds of records on the bookshelf. Zhou Jingze’s unique cello stands there. You can sit on the soft sofa when you are tired. There are game consoles and projector.
Da Liu jumped on the sofa, bouncing up and down: "I don't want to practice anymore, I want to lie here and have a good time."
"Go to sleep." Sheng Nanzhou grabbed the blanket and threw it on him, then pressed him hard to keep him from moving.
The two immediately wrestled with each other, Da Liu pressed his head and rushed under the sofa, his voice was indistinct: "Damn it, I'm so pissed! It's almost like a kiwi."
They said they wanted to win the championship, but they didn't even decide on an official song. A group of people have different opinions. It is difficult to find a song that is not so lyrical and not too noisy, and it is also suitable for change.
"How about Dao Lang? He is more imposing." Sheng Nanzhou said.
Zhou Jingze was polishing his cello, when he heard this, he looked up at him: "If you want to ask for it, just say it."
"How about Wang Ruolin?" Da Liu suggested his goddess.
Hu Qianxi shook her head: "It's too gentle."
A group of people made several proposals, including niche foreign ballads, famous bands such as Guns N' Roses and the Beatles, all of which were rejected.
"How about Mayday's "Stubborn"? Although it is highly sung, we adapted it, so we can play something different," Xu Sui said seriously, "and isn't this a youth singing competition? They are songs that young people like , blood, dream, youth."
"I quite like to hear it." Xu Sui blurted out a sentence he liked.
Zhou Jingze nestled on the sofa, propped his chin on his elbows, and was obviously taken aback when he heard the name.
After saying this, Xu Sui regretted it instantly, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good. The next second, Sheng Nanzhou asked excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent:
"Xu Sui, Mayday, it's still "Stubborn"! How do you know that Master Zhou likes them, especially this song? Could it be that you like him and did your homework in advance?"
Xu Sui made the announcement logically and smoothly in front of more than 200 people, and she was not nervous at all. She can also prove that this singer is not a niche at all. There are more people who like this group, it is just a matter of probability.
But right now, because a certain line of sight stayed on his body, Xu Sui's mind seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't speak a word.
"Because... I..." Xu Sui became nervous and couldn't spell a complete sentence.
Everyone looked at her with bated breath, and suddenly, a deep voice interrupted them:
"Because I told her."
Everyone looked in the other direction, including Xu Sui. She didn't understand why Zhou Jingze helped her out.
Zhou Jingze's expression was too impeccable, and he didn't fear the oppression of everyone's eyes at all. Sheng Nanzhou was the first to give up and said, "It's so boring".
Xu Sui breathed a sigh of relief, the topic was finally over.
In the end, everyone voted unanimously and decided on this song. Hu Qianxi snapped her fingers and instructed Sheng Nanzhou: "Xiaotian, go find their record and play it on the record player. Let's listen to it and find out how we feel together."
Sheng Nanzhou didn't like this title, and the swear words were on his lips, but remembering that the two had just reconciled, he finally chose to endure the humiliation. Sheng Nanzhou propped his elbows on top of the sofa, jumped sideways, walked to the record rack next to the green curtain and began to search.
Zhou Jingze sorted the music according to his preferences. Sheng Nanzhou quickly found the record and pulled it out. When he was about to walk back with it in his hand, he lowered his head and inadvertently found a box next to the record stand.
Sheng Nanzhou has always been very curious, he pointed to this box: "Brother, what is this? Why is it still sealed with a seal, can you see it?"
Zhou Jingze was lowering his head to tune the cello, and glanced sideways: "I don't know, it's probably something that my aunt put away when cleaning. Let's see."
Sheng Nanzhou received an amnesty, found a paper cutter, cut open the box, and looked inside: "Oh, it's indeed my Lord Zhou."
"What? I want to watch too." Da Liu walked over.
Sheng Nanzhou's words aroused everyone's curiosity, and everyone walked over, except the person concerned. This whole box was full of gifts that Sheng Nanzhou had received before.
There are unopened perfumes, limited edition figures, footballs, love letters, watches and other gifts, some of which he even forgot to unpack. Da Liu's eyes were dazzled, and his tone was envious: "If I had the fate of being a girl with Master Zhou's thumb, I wouldn't be single until now."
Hu Qianqian corrected: "It's not about women, it's about face."
After hearing this, Da Liu became even more unlovable. Sheng Nanzhou poked around in the box and saw a beautifully packaged box. He took it in his hand and opened it. Something inside fell out first, and the gift was a record. .
Records are not uncommon. When you like someone, you will not match them up. It is a small black square box that fell on the floor. Sheng Nanzhou opened it and saw that it was a very ordinary finger cot and a tube of ointment, which had been covered in dust.
"I'm convinced. This is absolutely the most distracting gift I've ever seen. Zhou Jingze, take a look." Sheng Nanzhou said.
Zhou Jingze turned around and was stunned for a moment when he saw the fingertips and ointment, and then said seriously, "Have you finished reading it? Come to rehearse."
They didn't care much about Zhou Jingze's comparison, so they just stuffed the things back and put them back as they were. Sheng Nanzhou stood up and played Mayday's song on the record player.
When the music started, Sheng Nanzhou walked over and put his arms around Zhou Jingze's shoulders, his tone gossiping: "You really can't remember who gave that gift?"
Zhou Jingze was wearing a black sweater. He leaned over and took a Coke and drank it. He had a foolish smile on his face, and his eyes were careless and cold:
"There are so many people who gave me gifts, do I have to think about them one by one?"
"That's right," Sheng Nanzhou patted him on the shoulder and commented, "Scumbag."
The sound quality of the music played by the record player is relatively good, and it is obviously a melodious and uplifting tone. Xu Sui didn't say a word the whole time, and was extremely silent.
After the rehearsal, Xu Sui was not in a good state, and even when she was about to have dinner after the rehearsal, she left early on the pretext of having a stomachache.
When Xu Sui went back by bus, he sat in the back row, leaning his head on the glass window, staring blankly at the receding scenery outside, thinking of his high school that year.
In the first half of the semester of high school, Xu Suigang came to Tianzhong from a small town. On the first day of the new semester, every class in the school is cleaning. Carrying a schoolbag and wearing a simple skirt, Xu Sui followed the head teacher through the long corridor to the new class.
All the boys and girls in the class were cleaning, and some girls were cleaning their desks earnestly. We hadn't seen each other for a semester. There were some chatting and fighting, and it was very noisy.
As soon as the head teacher came in, he knocked on the table with a ruler and said, "Quiet, a new classmate has transferred this semester, and he will study with us from today onwards, everyone is welcome."
"Xu Sui, introduce yourself." The head teacher put down the ruler.
Xu Sui, who was in high school, was impetuous due to drinking traditional Chinese medicine all the year round. Before he transferred to another school, he experienced a bout of chickenpox. He still had one or two pimples on his forehead and cheeks.
All in all, bleak and dull.
She stood on the stage and spoke very quickly, hoping to end the inspection soon: "Hello everyone, I am Xu Sui, and I am very happy to join Class Three."
There was sparse applause from the audience, and the head teacher pointed to the front: "Xu Sui, you sit in the third row and go to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up your books later."
After the class teacher left, the classroom was full of excitement again, and no one cared about Xu Sui's arrival. What can attract the attention of adolescent boys is either how short the English teacher's skirt is, or how beautiful the newly transferred student is.
Girls are even more so. They get together to discuss the newly bought nail polish, or who they went to the ice rink with for evening study.
An original whole may not be excluded, but it is difficult to integrate into an outsider for a while.
No one cared about Xu Sui's arrival.
Xu Sui walked to her seat, took out a tissue and wiped the table, but she didn't have a stool. Xu Sui didn't know if the stool that originally belonged to her was taken by some classmate to step on the glass, or if there was really a lack of a stool.
Xu Sui looked around, but no one paid any attention to her, and her deskmate was not there either.
She walked to the back and asked a boy casually: "Hello, where can I get a new stool?"
The boy was leaning on the table and holding a mobile phone to play games with a group of people. Xu Sui asked three times, but he never raised his head and turned a blind eye.
Embarrassment and embarrassment spread, and sometimes, indifference is often more terrifying than ridicule.
Just as Xu Sui was about to turn around and leave, a bespectacled man with a mop mopping the floor rushed over and shouted, "Excuse me, excuse me." Xu Sui couldn't dodge in time, and his calf was splashed with mud.
Xu Sui stepped on someone's sneakers by accident. She turned around in a panic, and a pair of white Nike sneakers appeared in front of her, with footprints on them.
"I'm sorry." Xu Sui apologized in a low voice.
"No stool?" A harsh, grainy voice came to mind, very pleasant to hear.
Xu Sui raised his head suddenly. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shone from the other side of the teaching building, hitting the boy's three-dimensional and deep facial features, single eyelids, thin lips, and sharp jawline.
He was dressed loosely in his school uniform, with the front of his clothes open, holding the ball with five fingers, turning his curled fingers quickly, and in front of Xu Sui, he waved his hand, and the football hit the basket in the last row, gently Laughed a bit.
There was a frivolous and wanton air all over his body.
Xu Sui nodded, and he said two words: "Wait."
Ten minutes later, the boy ran to another teaching building and climbed up to the fifth floor to get a new stool for her. There was a layer of sweat on his forehead and he was panting heavily.
"Thank you." Xu Sui said softly.
The boy didn't seem to take it seriously, and someone shouted from outside the corridor: "Zhou Jingze, didn't you mean to play another football game? How long have I been waiting for you the fuck."
"Here we come." Zhou Jingze responded.
Zhou Jingze ran past her, and the raised corner of his clothes brushed against the back of Xu Sui's hand. At that moment, Xu Sui smelled the clear mint smell on his body and heard his own heartbeat.
Later, after Xu Sui integrated into this class, he gradually pieced together what he saw and heard about Zhou Jingze. He is tall, has good academic performance, is the best cellist, has an arrogant tattoo on the back of his hand, likes to eat mints, and raises a German shepherd.
He is very popular in school, never lacking in girls' admiration, and often changes girlfriends. Sometimes he is wild and indifferent, but he is more stable than his peers.
Xu Sui often felt that he was a veritable proud son of heaven.
Xu Sui didn't know when he fell in love with him. When the flag was raised, he would often look at the boy behind him from the side of the corner of his eye until his eyes became sore. Occasionally, when I saw him wearing a simple gray sweater, I would secretly sigh in my heart how could someone wear a sweater so nicely.
Looking forward to changing positions in the biweekly group, it seems to be a little closer to him.
Xu Sui has been silently fond of him, and no one knew about it until the next summer, when she occasionally heard a girl in her class talk about Zhou Jingze's birthday, which falls on the summer solstice, June 21, which is the hottest time of the year.
When going out to fetch water after class, Xu Sui passed the corridor, and the boys leaned against the railing to chat about ball and games.
She hurried past, stopped at the water dispenser at the end of the corridor, and unscrewed the lid to get water. She stared at the swaying green tree shadows outside the window in a daze.
Suddenly, a black shadow was cast on the mirror of the water dispenser, and the familiar smell of mint came, and it was Zhou Jingze.
Xu Sui suddenly became nervous, Zhou Jingze was holding a transparent cup to receive water, he was slightly bowed, the sunlight from the window was cut into fine pieces and fell on his shoulders.
He was holding the cup, the joints protruding, a little white, his slender and clean fingers curled against the wall of the cup, cold water came out, and the ice mist soaked the cup.
From the corner of his vision, Xu Sui caught a glimpse of big and small blisters on his beautiful fingers, some of which were broken, with red marks left on them.
He was catching water, and the extended tendons of his knuckles trembled slightly, so that the water on the surface of the cup was shaking slightly.
His fingers must be sore.
After the person left, cold water overflowed the cup, and Xu Sui stared at the small vortex on it, remembering that the people in the class said that Zhou Jingze often practiced the piano until he was the last one before leaving.
Born in Rome, he has absolute talent, but he still works hard.
After Xu Sui saw his injured hand, for the first time, he thought about doing something for him. When the sun was hot, Xu Sui walked all over the streets and shopping malls, bought his favorite singer's records with worn out heels, and she hid the finger cots and ointment in the box.
On the day of the summer solstice, the sun seemed to be a little bit brighter than usual, and the cicadas were singing rhyme. When I opened a window, the wind blew in, rattling the white test paper on the table.
The second class in the afternoon was physical education, so Xu Sui asked for leave on the pretext of having a stomachache. She planned to quietly put the gift in Zhou Jingze's drawer when everyone was away.
Xu Sui walked to the back row, took the gift, looked around, and was about to stuff the gift into his drawer. With a bang, someone kicked the door open, and Zhang Liqiang spat, "It's so fucking hot."
Then his eyes fixed, and then his expression changed, and his tone was mocking: "Oh, little fat girl, you also like Master Zhou."
"It's a pity, he likes to be beautiful and in good shape, who would fancy you like this hahahaha."
A group of boys laughed one after another. The taste of humiliation is not pleasant, let alone being talked about by these adolescent boys who are more happy to bully and don't know what respect is.
Xu Sui lowered his eyes, his hand holding the gift trembled slightly, and his back felt cold.
A group of boys laughed blatantly. Zhang Liqiang was standing up straight. Suddenly, he was hit by a hard football on the back. He staggered forward instantly, and his back was in hot pain.
Zhang Liqiang lowered his face, picked up the stool next to him and turned around to smash it, but when he saw the person coming, he slowly put down the stool.
Zhou Jingze stood in front of him, his rock-black eyes nailed Zhang Liqiang in place, and smiled slowly:
"That's boring."
Zhang Liqiang understood two meanings from Zhou Jingze's words, one is not to do such a low-level thing, and the other is that it is not his turn to intervene in his affairs, otherwise he will bear the consequences.
Zhang Liqiang gave up, and the same group left the classroom.
Everyone dispersed, and only Zhou Jingze and Xu Sui were left in the classroom. He bent down and threw the ball into the basket, and walked to his seat step by step.
The green fan blades were turning slowly above his head, Xu Sui still felt hot in his heart, his palms were already sweating a little, he came to her, his shadow was cast by the window, he stretched out his hand against his trouser pocket, and took the initiative to meet her. gift in her hand.
Zhou Jingze's eyes stayed on her, and he said:
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Xu Sui suspected that his brain had twitched when he said this sentence.
Xu Sui fled after saying this. In fact, Zhou Jingze's table was full of presents, large and small, since the morning, and there was no need for him to pick up her presents.
But he accepted it, and Xu Sui was very happy for a long time.
With a "ding dong", the announcement at the bus stop pulled Xu Sui back from her thoughts. She got off the bus and went back to school. She was the only one in the dormitory.
1017 came up to meet him, Xu Sui touched it, and lay down on the table weakly. She thought she was a little different, or that her heart had been discovered.
But she now knows that Zhou Jingze did that because of his upbringing and respect for others in his bones, that's all.
He helped her out in the afternoon, probably because he was afraid of embarrassing her.
He accepted the gift, but never opened it. He casually threw it in a box, his fingertips were covered with dust, and the ointment had already expired. He was gentle and unfeeling.
Xu Sui recalled Zhou Jingze's casual, indifferent but cold words in the afternoon:
"There are so many people who gave me gifts, do I have to think about them one by one?"
At the beginning, I thought I was seen, but it was just a gentle whitewash.
Xu Sui rested his chin on the table, and the whole portrait was cut off. 1017 seemed to have sensed her emotions, rubbed against her feet like a ball of wool to keep warm, and arched hard. She wrote a sentence in her diary:
I kind of want to give up now.
In fact, Zhou Jingze did nothing wrong, the gift Xu Sui gave was just the most common among thousands of gifts, but Xu Sui was a little hurt, because of his pride in liking someone.
Xu Suiyi felt a little calm for a few days, but she maintained her superficial calm, went to and from get out of class as usual, was occasionally dragged by Hu Qianqian to a nearby shopping mall, bought beautiful clothes, and would cosplay her favorite movie characters in the dormitory, facing the mirror Smug.
Seeing Hu Qianxi cosplaying Chaplin, with a beard twisted to the side of her mouth, Xu Sui laughed out loud, and when she smiled, she felt empty in her heart, and there was a sense of loss.
Sheng Nanzhou is the person who likes to make appointments the most. Their school is close to each other, and they make appointments at least once to two or three times a week. Xu Sui just happens to have a legitimate reason to refuse each time.
For example, excuses such as "I have an experiment that I can't go away" or "I just finished eating and I can't eat the second meal" make people unable to refute.
On Thursday, a group of people were eating at a food stall in the back street of the school. Sheng Nanzhou frowned when he saw the news: "Xu Sui can't come anymore. She said her cat is a little sick, and she needs to take it for an injection."
Sheng Nanzhou turned off the screen of his mobile phone, pushed Hu Qianqian, who was burying her head in eating the small yellow croaker, and asked, "Why do I feel that Xu Sui is a bit abnormal recently?"
Hu Qianxi looked like you were teasing me, Sheng Nanzhou immediately went to find supporters, and turned his eyes to Zhou Jingze who was aside. Zhou Jingze sat there with his shoulders slightly lowered, and holding the spoon with his fingers, he poured a mouthful of soup into his mouth one after another, and replied calmly:
"The soup is delicious."
Hu Qianxi patted Sheng Nanzhou on the shoulder: "You think too much, she has been under a lot of pressure recently."
When Xu Sui was bored after going to the library recently, he would go to the school rooftop to breathe. She stood on the roof and looked at the scenery for a while, then habitually looked at the playground of Beihang in the northeast corner.
Despite the severe cold, they still chanted powerful slogans on the training ground day after day and insisted on physical training. Xu Sui was wearing a white woolen horn button coat. A gust of cold wind passed through the mirror. She flinched involuntarily and breathed into her palm.
Xu Sui is very afraid of the cold, and likes to blow the cold wind in winter, which is a strange hobby.
She stood on the railing, rubbing her palms for a while, the phone rang, and Xu Sui answered it, and her mother asked her about her study and life on the other end of the phone as usual.
Xu Suiyi answered one by one, and her mother said in a gentle tone: "Yiyi, I sent you a box of red grapefruit, which is very sweet. You can share it with your roommates."
One is Xu Sui's nickname. As for the red pomelo, it is a seasonal fruit in the south. Every winter, Xu's mother will send a box.
"Okay, thank you mom." Xu Sui replied obediently.
After exhorting a few words as usual, Xu's mother said, "Grandma is by the side, you can tell her a few words."
After changing to grandma, Xu Sui keenly heard a few suppressed coughs, and frowned: "Why are you coughing again, grandma, have you dressed enough?"
"It's enough to wear, but I'm not used to the sudden drop in temperature two days ago." Grandma explained with a smile.
As a result, Xu's mother exposed grandma on the sidelines, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it because your grandma is too old to stay up late like young people..."
Grandma was chattering about what happened in Li Yingzhen, Xu Sui listened patiently to her with a smile on her face, and finally told her to pay more attention to her body.
When the phone call came, grandma's voice was hoarse but kind: "Yiyi, are you still afraid of the cold in the north? I'm still used to it."
Xu Sui was stunned, and poked the frost flower on the concrete railing with his finger, inexplicably thought of that cynical face, and answered the wrong question:
"It's actually still a little cold."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Sui entered Zhou Jingze's circle of friends habitually, but it was still blank. She clicked out with her thumb, and she casually swiped through the circle of friends. I quickly scrolled to Sheng Nanzhou's post, the text was - thanks to my Lord Zhou, and there was a picture at the bottom.
It's a photo at the shooting range. Zhou Jingze is wearing an army green training uniform, holding a gun in one hand, wearing goggles, and his side face is smooth and tough.
Xu Suiyi couldn't take her eyes off, she stood on the rooftop and gave Sheng Nanzhou a thumbs up on her circle of friends. When the cold wind blew, she shrank back at the collar, afraid of being seen by him, or afraid that others would know something, she pressed her thumb on it, and canceled the like.
After finishing this series of actions, Xu Sui felt a little funny and contradictory. Mingming forced herself not to see him, but she looked around for everything about him.
Can't escape.
The courier that Xu's mother sent was sent by express, and it arrived within two days. Xu Sui cut open the box with a paper knife and distributed them to her roommates. There were two left over which she thought she could bring to everyone for a taste during rehearsal.
As a result, Xu Sui found a bag of things at the bottom. She opened it and saw that it was a pair of cotton gloves with a few pieces of money stuffed inside.
Two one-hundred-dollar ones, and several crumpled ten-dollar ones, five-dollar ones, and coins.
It was three hundred yuan in total.
Xu Sui wanted to laugh and cry looking at the gloves and money, and suddenly understood why her grandma had a cold.
On the weekend, because Liu had something to do, they adjusted the rehearsal time to the morning. Xu Sui and Hu Qianxi came to Zhou Jingze's house, and it was Zhou Jingze who opened the door.
After not seeing each other for a week, Xu Sui was a little nervous. The moment the door opened, she subconsciously avoided making eye contact with him, and heard a hoarse voice with a sneer:
"Are you two turtles?"
"Hmph." Hu Qianxi made a face at him.
They were already waiting in the piano room. Zhou Jingze was so sleepy that he made a cup of American style with one hand in his pocket and brought it upstairs.
Their rehearsals required eye contact, and they usually changed instruments as the rhythm changed. When it was Zhou Jingze's turn to raise her eyes to Xu Sui, she just met her eyes very quickly, and then bowed her head to play the drums.
Zhou Jingze noticed it and didn't say anything.
During the intermission, Sheng Nanzhou praised himself: "Our group of people is simply a group made in heaven."
"You don't need to be so exposed if you are uneducated. It's a couple." Hu Xixi put down the bass and sat on the sofa to correct her.
Zhou Jingze touched his left cheek with the tip of his tongue, and smiled: "It's because I have no way to teach my son."
Da Liu saw the grapefruit brought by Xu Sui on the table, and asked, "Is this grapefruit sweet?"
"Sweet," Xu Sui answered. She looked around and asked, "Do you have a knife? I'll peel it off for you to taste."
"There should be one in the kitchen." Hu Xixi said.
Xu Sui nodded and went downstairs with a grapefruit in his arms. Seeing Xu Sui go down, Hu Qianqian frowned when Zhou Jingze was still nestling on the sofa, "Uncle, you are the master, why don't you go down to help?"
Zhou Jingze had no choice but to throw away his phone, put his hands in his pockets and went downstairs.
Sure enough, Xu Sui stood in the kitchen, his black eyes turned around looking for the knife. A cold voice sounded:
"On top of the head."
Without waiting for Xu Sui's reaction, Zhou Jingze walked over, easily opened the disinfection cabinet, took out a fruit knife, went straight through the grapefruit in her hand, and began to cut along the top of the yellow skin.
Zhou Jingze peeled off the grapefruit's skin in two or three strokes, and the bitter fragrance permeated the small space. Zhou Jingze was tall, and he lowered his head, revealing a cold white neck.
He took a red pomelo from it, peeled off his coat, and handed it to Xu Sui with a little pomelo white silk on his fingertips. The latter took it and took a bite.
Zhou Jingze continued to scratch the fruit with a knife, put it on a plate, and asked abruptly, "What's up with you recently?"
"No." Xu Sui denied.
Zhou Jingze nodded without saying a word, and continued to divide the grapefruit into plates. Xu Sui stood aside, quietly eating red pomelo, with a little red juice on his lips.
The grapefruit is really sweet, Xu Sui puffed his cheeks and ate it seriously, like a little goldfish. Suddenly, a tall and thin shadow enveloped, entangled with her shadow on the ground.
Zhou Jingze stood in front of her, leaning his elbows on the cabinet behind her, planning to put the fruit knife into the disinfection cabinet. Xu Sui jumped up uncontrollably because he was caught off guard, looked up at him with a dull expression.
The winter sun shone in and shone on her almost transparent white skin, the tiny fluff on it was clearly visible. Zhou Jingze caught a glimpse of a little red grapefruit juice on her moist lips, his eyes darkened, and the words he didn't want to say came out:
"Then you are avoiding me?"