Without even realizing it, he held Ding Xuerun's hand to his lips and blew.
Ding Xuerun froze for a few seconds and looked up at him. He saw Lou Xuan breathing on his fingers very seriously, and the hot air was blowing on the skin, which was warm and itchy. He stood still, just looking at Lou Xuan like this, and finally a smile slowly emerged from his mouth.
Lou Xuan saw him smiling, and glared at him: "You're still laughing, it's so hot! I'm going to the hospital!"
He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. The water just dripped down on the back of Ding Xuerun's hands.
Lou Xuan erased it with his thumb.
"Lou Xuan, my hands are fine," Ding Xuerun smiled up at him, "It's not a burn, it's frostbite, haven't you seen it?"
Lou Xuan was obviously taken aback, his healthy wheat-colored cheeks flushed suddenly, and he muttered: "I don't know, is this what frostbite is like? I look so serious, should I go to the hospital?" Letting go of Ding Xuerun's hand, he looked down at his fingers carefully, inexplicably recalling the strange feeling when Ding Xuerun applied hand cream to himself one day.
His expression was tinged with distress, but he didn't notice it, only Ding Xuerun, who had been looking at him, noticed it.
He pursed his lips and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I used to grow it too, sometimes it disappeared in a few days, sometimes in half a month. After it disappeared, my hands wouldn't be swollen."
Many people have frostbite and their hands will become thicker, but he will not.
Lou Xuan touched his fingers cautiously: "Then...does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it just itch."
Lou Xuan gave a low "um" and touched it lightly. Ding Xuerun withdrew his hand: "Don't touch it, it makes me itchy."
Lou Xuan took out a box from the handbag given by Ding Xuerun, and there were several other boxes in it, all of which were beautifully packaged and specially wrapped in printed wrapping paper. Lou Xuan felt like book wrapping paper, and Ding Xuerun seemed to like the feeling of buying this kind of messy stationery.
He unwrapped it like a present, and Ding Xuerun asked him, "Did you write your homework for the winter vacation?"
"Is there a winter vacation homework? Why didn't I know."
"Yes," Ding Xuerun said helplessly, "I even collected all the test papers that were handed out for you and put them in your schoolbag. Did you not open your schoolbag after the holiday?"
Lou Xuan was a little embarrassed, and scratched her head: "I can't do it... I haven't done my homework for a long time." Because the teacher didn't care about him, and he didn't even bother to copy homework.
He didn't want to continue on the topic of learning, so he changed the subject decisively: "This candy looks so beautiful, and it's delicious! How did you do it?"
Ding Xuerun roughly talked about the production method, what boiled sucrose, how many grams of sesame seeds and how many grams of dried osmanthus flowers were used as raw materials... Lou Xuan didn't understand anyway, so he would only praise him, saying: "Runrun is so smart."
In the afternoon, Lou Xun originally wanted to take Ding Xuerun to see the Xilinmen Candy Factory, but after eating the candy produced by that sugar company, Lou Xun felt average and decided to change the recipe again.
He figured it out, Ding Xuerun's birthday was coming anyway, Lou Xuan thought, he could wait until that day and take him there as a birthday present.
And Ding Xuerun also has something to do. He will go to the Sunflower Home Care Center for the Disabled in the afternoon to do volunteer work. He goes there almost every week, except for the few days during the holidays.
Lou Xuan pushed the motorcycle out of the community with him, and asked him where he was going, Ding Xuerun said, "Over there on Qingquan Road."
"That's pretty close to me." That place belongs to a village in the city, and it hadn't been developed a few years ago, and the land price was very cheap. Lou Xuan and his father saw that he was always riding on the road and felt unsafe, so they paid for a hundred acres of land and built a professional motorcycle track. And because the land area is too large, half of it was vacant. Later, the lawn was transplanted from abroad to create a golf course with a large green.
Lou Hongye sometimes invites some bosses over to play golf.
Because it is a completely private golf course plus a track, even the locals don't know what it is there for, so if you swipe it on the map, it turns out to be a mining company.
And the Qingquan Road that Ding Xuerun was talking about was right next to it. Lou Xuan passed by there every day, and he has memories of it.
"How are you going?" He looked at Ding Xuerun, who was carrying a schoolbag and looked very cute.
"Take the bus."
Lou Xuan said, "How long do you take the bus for such a long distance? Take a taxi."
"I'll take the subway and then transfer to the bus. It will take more than an hour, not very long."
"No, no, you're still sick."
"It's just frostbite." He put his hands in his pockets.
"No! It's only the sixth day of junior high school today, and I haven't started school or work yet. I read on the news that the subway station is overcrowded! Why are you so short and thin to join in the fun? Be careful not to be squeezed into a cake." Lou Xuan really wanted to see her off. He used to, because it was indeed very close, but the rule of not carrying people on his motorcycle...has never made an exception.
Lian Yueyun once wanted to take his car, but Lou Xuan didn't dare to say no, only said "dangerous", and then refused to let Yueyun take his car, she was very protective.
The motorcycle is his wife, not to mention riding in his car, no one will touch it, anyone who touches him will be in a hurry.
He hesitated for a long time, sitting on the motorcycle without moving.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Ding Xuerun waved goodbye to him: "Lou Xuan, I have to hurry over."
"Stop." Lou Xuan slammed the gas pedal, "Come back."
Ding Xuerun turned around and saw Lou Xuan was seriously struggling. Finally, he seemed to have made a particularly important decision, and gritted his teeth and said, "You wait here, I'll go back and change a motorcycle."
The red MVAGUSTA he is riding now is his new love, known as the two-wheeled Ferrari. And he still has some small-displacement, 250cc motorcycles in his garage, which are specially bought to participate in CRRC races. He doesn't cherish them so much, but they have never been touched by anyone.
Lou Xuan repeatedly convinced herself: "It's just a Kawasaki worth 100,000 yuan, it's not worthy of being my wife! Runrun just sit down, it's not a big deal, anyway, just this time..."
He rode his bike back, and in about five minutes changed to a black Kawasaki that was not so cool, but still so cool that people couldn't take their eyes off it in the eyes of passers-by.
Lou Xuan stopped the car in front of Ding Xuerun, and stood on the ground with his long legs slightly bent. He handed his motorcycle helmet to Ding Xuerun: "It's cold when you're riding, put it on."
"What about you?"
"Does brother look like someone who is afraid of the cold?" Lou Xuan raised his chin and sat in front, leaving a seat for Ding Xuerun, "Come up."
When he straddled into the car, Lou Xuan was very nervous. He was always nervous for the first time. He had never led anyone on a bike—this was the first time in the true sense.
"Are you seated?" Lou Xuan lowered his head to check, and told him in a deep voice, "Put your feet here, and, when I'm riding, you have to hold my waist tightly, or you'll be thrown off, understand?"
Ding Xuerun nodded and said yes, then he put on the helmet that Lou Xuan gave him just now.
"What are you doing?" Lou Xuan turned to look at him. Ding Xuerun had never used a helmet before, but he knew how to use it when he saw the structure. While fastening the safety belt of Lou Xuan's helmet, he stared at him through the glass and said, "If it's cold, I'll lean on your back, you With the wind out of my way, I won't be very cold."
Lou Xuan was a little stunned, and the heart lake was slightly rippling like a stone was dropped by someone.
He responded slowly, feeling that the air in the helmet was not enough, why did he start to feel a little hot
Lou Xuan pretended that nothing happened, turned around, hit the gas pedal without looking back to warm up Kawasaki, the voice came out through the helmet, and the tone became deeper: "Your gloves are fingerless, it must be cold, Put your hands in my pockets so you won't be cold."
Ding Xuerun responded, wrapped her arms around her from behind, found Lou Xuan's pocket, put her hand in it lightly, and hugged him tightly.
Lou Xuan was too nervous. He felt that Ding Xuerun's whole body was against his back, and his head was leaning against him tenderly... The legs of the two were also stacked together, and Ding Xuerun's hands were only separated from his abdominal muscles by a layer of sweater——
This is an almost intimate hugging gesture, which made Lou Xuan cry secretly, and vowed that he would never take someone by bike again. It turns out that taking someone by bike is such a painful thing! He's on fire! Ding Xuerun, where are you going to put your legs!
He usually rides a large-displacement MVAGUSTA, which is very cool and rampant on the road. Maybe it's because he changed to a cheaper car today, or maybe it's because of the unprecedented number of people in the car today, Lou Xuan didn't dare to ride too fast, he was very slow, for fear of irritating Ding Xuerun.
It took more than an hour to ride a bicycle at the same speed as taking a bus. Lou Xuan got on Qingquan Road and asked him, "Runrun, where do you get off?"
In the end, no one responded to him, Lou Xuan moved slightly, but Ding Xuerun hugged him tightly, as if his arms had grown from his body.
Lou Xuan thought that he must have fallen asleep, and couldn't help muttering: "Is it so warm, you can fall asleep here..."
He took off the helmet with his left hand, lowered his head and casually bit off the leather glove of his right hand, then put his hand into his pocket, intending to take out Ding Xuerun's hand.
The moment he put his hand in, Ding Xuerun seemed to wake up. He raised his head in a daze, and rubbed his chin on his shoulder, like a milk cat. It brushed against his snow-white cheeks.
The soft touch of Ding Xuerun's skin was like ice cream in the cold air.
Lou Xuan's eyes suddenly widened, his heart beat like a drum, and he was so panicked that he almost couldn't stand up. The motorcycle under him shook, which woke him up!
Ding Xuerun's chin left his shoulder quickly, but he didn't seem to be fully awake yet, his forehead was pressed against his back, and his voice was vague: "Lou Xuan, are you here..."
"Not yet... If you want to sleep, you can sleep a little longer," Lou Xuan touched his warm fingers in his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Where do you lie down?"
"The gate of the neighborhood in front." He said lazily.
Lou Xuan said "Oh" absently: "What are you doing there? Do you have relatives living there?"
"No, there is a center for the disabled in the community, and I am a volunteer."
"Oh, volunteer." Lou Xuan thought to himself, Xiao Ding is really a good boy, and he is a very good kind. There are so many top students in their school, how many of them ran out to do volunteer work, kind and cute.
Lou Xuan put on the helmet again. He put one hand in his pocket and was reluctant to take it out. The other hand was holding the handlebar of the bike. He rode very, very slowly, and slowly moved to the gate of the community. Then he said: "Run Run, we're here, are you still sleepy?"
Ding Xuerun shook his head, realizing that Lou Xun should not be able to see him, so he took his hand out of Lou Xun's pocket, saying that he was no longer sleepy. He supported Lou Xun's shoulders with both hands, put one foot on the ground, and got off the car with the other leg.
"Thank you, Lou Xuan."
"No thanks," Lou Xuan was wearing a helmet, and he couldn't see his expression. He pointed casually, "I'm right there, at the intersection in front of me, there is a fenced park, and I ride there."
Ding Xuerun didn't know what he was going to say, so he hummed and said, "Thank you, then I'll be leaving."
Lou Xuan squeezed the handlebars of the car tightly, and the sweat on his hands almost seeped into his leather gloves: "Run Run!" He stopped Ding Xuerun, and his long legs fell to the ground, "Well...you are a volunteer, you have to do it How long? I'll take you back by bike, anyway, um... it's very close."
He found a great reason for himself.