Shen Zhan's words were like a small stone, thrown into her heart, causing ripples circle after circle.
Seeing that she was stunned every day, Shen Zhan withdrew his hand: "Don't want to sign? If you don't want to, forget it."
There was a slight grievance in his tone.
Lin Jiayin grabbed his forearm, fearing that he would regret it and nodded: "Think about it!"
Shen Zhan raised his eyebrows, deliberately put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "It's late."
Lin Jiayin reluctantly let go of her hand, looking frustrated.
Shen Zhan smiled, and stretched out his hand to her again.
Lin Jiayin raised her eyes and smiled at him, writing her name on her palm stroke by stroke.
Three very serious words.
After finishing writing, Lin Jiayin breathed a sigh of relief.
A signed name is like a promise.
She will work hard, even if it is bumpy, she will work hard to get to that position.
"Let's go." Shen Zhan stood up.
There are only a few people left in the theater, and the staff is urging.
The exit was on Shen Zhan's side, and Lin Jiayin followed behind him.
When he lowered his eyes, his eyes just fell on Shen Zhan's hand hanging in the seam of his trousers.
The five fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints.
Lin Jiayin could imagine its temperature.
The five fingers should be cool, but the palm must be warm.
want to pull.
Lin Jiayin became more and more courageous.
Suddenly I understood the phrase "If you give some color, you dare to open a dyeing workshop".
She just wanted to open a dyeing workshop.
So, Lin Jiayin stretched out her index finger and poked the back of his hand lightly, trying to see his reaction.
Shen Zhan moved his hand slightly, but Shen Zhan didn't look back.
Lin Jiayin calmed down and spread her five fingers, just as she was about to hold it down.
The back of the hand was wrapped by a big hand.
The hand she wanted to hold.
Shen Zhan still didn't look back, he seemed to have discovered her thoughts, and pinched her fingers a few times as punishment.
Then the five fingers intertwined, wrapping becomes holding.
Lin Jiayin bit her lip, and let him walk out holding hands.
Shen Zhan didn't let go of his hand until he walked out of the theater.
"Want to eat candy?" Shen Zhan looked at a beautifully decorated candy store on the street.
Lin Jiayin noticed this candy store long before entering the theater.
The huge lollipop sign is glowing with neon lights, and the glass window is full of all kinds of candy.
Lin Jiayin nodded with a smile.
"Why do you love sweets so much?" Shen Zhan frowned.
Lin Jiayin puffed her cheeks: "Because it's sweet."
After walking around the candy store several times, every kind of candy in the glass tube looked good, and she liked them all.
With his hands in his pockets, Shen Zhan followed her patiently, waiting quietly for her to choose.
Lin Jiayin picked five kinds of candies and put them in a glass jar.
A jar full of colours.
Shen Zhan helped her carry it, and the two walked out of the candy store together.
"Do you want it? I'll give you half." Lin Jiayin turned her head to look at Shen Zhan.
Shen Zhan didn't speak, she followed his gaze.
"You wait for me here." Shen Zhan said.
Lin Jiayin didn't know what happened, so she nodded and answered.
Obediently stood at the door of the candy store and waited for him.
Opposite the Jersey Theater is a Huimin supermarket.
A middle-aged and elderly couple came out of the supermarket with large and small bags.
Zhao Shoumin carried a bag of rice on his shoulder, his wife Li Xiuqiong carried a barrel of oil in one hand, and a few bags of fruit she bought in the other.
The two walked to the side of the road with difficulty, ready to take a taxi.
Zhao Shoumin put the rice on the ground and panted, "Put it on the ground first, I'll take a taxi."
Li Xiuqiong hammered her waist twice and hissed in pain.
"I told you not to buy so many." Zhao Shoumin said, "It's not like you can't buy it."
Li Xiuqiong looked back at the supermarket regretfully: "Today's big sale, I should buy two more barrels of oil."
Zhao Shoumin shook his head disapprovingly, stood on the side of the road and waved for a taxi.
There is a huge flow of people in this place, and it is rare that several empty cars are stopped by the people in front.
Li Xiuqiong saw the young man rushing to the front to hail a car first, and said displeasedly: "You can't run because of bullying us?"
Zhao Shoumin said, "Why don't you wait here, and I'll go ahead and hail a car."
Li Xiuqiong thought of something, and her eyes suddenly turned red: "It would be great if Ono was still here."
"Okay, why did it start again?" Zhao Shoumin was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, and reprimanded him.
Li Xiuqiong didn't speak, and Zhao Shoumin was also silent.
The two stood quietly by the side of the road and waited.
"Uncle Zhao, Auntie." Shen Zhan came over.
Li Xiuqiong turned her head and showed a hateful expression the moment she saw him.
Then she turned her head away and ignored him.
Zhao Shoumin nodded and responded flatly.
Shen Zhan looked at the rice and oil on the ground: "It's not easy to take a taxi here, I'll take you back."
"No need." Li Xiuqiong suddenly turned around and said coldly.
She bent down to lift the oil on the ground, because the speed of bending down was too fast and the oil was heavy, Li Xiuqiong cried out in pain.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Shen Zhan took the oil from her hand.
He said to Zhao Shoumin: "You wait for me here, I will drive over."
Zhao Shoumin nodded.
My wife has a bad waist, and my legs and feet are also inconvenient.
Shen Zhan walked back to the entrance of the candy store, and Lin Jiayin was looking at the candy in the jar with her head hooked.
Unable to resist opening the lid, he sneaked out a pink candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
A shadow came down, and she looked up suddenly.
Then he smiled at Shen Zhan.
With this smile, Shen Zhan suddenly felt a lot less depressed.
"I'm sorry, I have to see someone else off first." Shen Zhan asked her: "Are you going to take a taxi back by yourself or come with me?"
He glanced at his watch: "I'll send you off after sending them off, there should be enough time."
Holding the candy jar, Lin Jiayin blinked her eyes: "I'll go back to Senhe with you before it's too late."
Shen Zhan rubbed her head: "OK."
Li Xiuqiong has neat short hair and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Under the dim street lights, the sharp light reflected.
The half-white hair and the wrinkles on her face did not add to her kindness.
Lin Jiayin was physically frightened.
She really looks like the head teacher in elementary school.
Lin Jiayin unfastened her seat belt.
Shen Zhan stopped her: "You just sit in the car."
"But..." Lin Jiayin looked out of the car at an elderly couple.
Shen Zhan: "Be obedient."
He got out of the car and closed the door.
Lin Jiayin looked out the window at Shen Zhan who was helping to move things.
His lips were pursed into a straight line, but he didn't say a word.
The aunt, who looked like the head teacher of a primary school student, seemed very displeased, and she reluctantly got into the car until the car behind her kept honking her horn to urge her.
After getting in the car, Lin Jiayin felt the atmosphere in the car was inexplicably oppressive.
I can't explain why it's depressed, the air is so depressed that it's hard to breathe.
It may be that from the corner of his eye he saw Shen Zhan's slightly sunken brows and his lips that had been pursed since he came out of the candy store.
"How old are you this year?" Zhao Shoumin wanted to ease the atmosphere in the car.
Shen Zhan replied: "Junior."
Li Xiuqiong turned to Zhao Shoumin with a cold look: "If Ono was here, he would be a junior."
As soon as this sentence came out.
The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense.
No one spoke anymore.
Lin Jiayin looked blankly at Shen Zhan who was driving.
His expression was flat, showing no emotion.
It seemed that there was something that all three of them knew, but she didn't.
And Ono, Lin Jiayin didn't know who he was.
Ten minutes later, Shen Zhan turned on the turn signal.
Zhao Shoumin quickly reminded: "It's still a small family courtyard."
"Okay." Shen Zhan continued walking straight.
Li Xiuqiong snorted coldly at this moment: "We don't care about that villa."
Shen Zhan's tone was very calm: "Xiyuan is far away from the urban area, so it's really inconvenient to travel."
"We don't want it!" Li Xiuqiong raised her voice a little.
Shen Zhan's tone was still calm: "Then what do you want?"
Lin Jiayin noticed that his grip on the steering wheel was getting tighter.
Li Xiuqiong: "We don't want anything, I just want my son."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry about what happened to Zhao Ye." Shen Zhan said.
Li Xiuqiong asked: "Just sorry?"
The brakes were applied, and the car stopped downstairs in the family courtyard.
"Here we are." Shen Zhan said.
Li Xiuqiong couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car.
Shen Zhan also got out of the car.
Lin Jiayin pursed her lips and unbuckled her seat belt.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm coming." Shen Zhan blocked Zhao Shoumin's hand and carried rice on his shoulder.
Lin Jiayin also leaned over and brought out a barrel of oil in the trunk.
Only two bags of fruit that are not heavy are left.
"Give it to me." Shen Zhan freed up a hand.
Lin Jiayin took a step back and shook her head.
Shen Zhan said, "If you can't carry it, give it to me."
"Okay." Lin Jiayin replied with a smile.
The old tube building has no elevator.
The alleyway is very narrow, and only one person is allowed to pass through while carrying things.
Lin Jiayin didn't know which floor she was on, so she just followed them.
Zhao Shoumin and Li Xiuqiong walked in the front.
Lin Jiayin followed Shen Zhan with oil.
When the left hand is tired, switch to the right hand, and when the right hand is tired, switch to the left hand.
All the way to the eighth floor.
"You wait for me outside." Shen Zhan said.
Lin Jiayin nodded obediently.
Shen Zhan carried the rice, took the oil with one hand, took off his shoes and walked in.
The old yellow wooden door was wide open.
Lin Jiayin stood by the door and waited.
His eyes fell on the wall above the shoe rack at the entrance.
The walls are plastered with awards.
Three good students, outstanding student cadres, the first place in the mock test, the first prize in calligraphy, and a small expert in technological innovation...
The certificates of commendation are plastered all over the wall, as long as a guest comes in, he can notice it. It shows the immense pride of the parents.
After a closer look, the winners are all Zhao Ye.
Lin Jiayin thought of the "Xiao Ye" that the aunt called in the car, and the "Uncle Zhao" that Shen Zhan called.
No matter how stupid she is, she still knows that Zhao Ye is their son.
in the room.
Shen Zhan put the fried rice into the kitchen and came out.
Li Xiuqiong sat on the sofa with a disdainful expression: "Don't think that we will forgive you if you do this."
Zhao Shoumin came out of the kitchen, opened his lips, but didn't speak.
I agree with my wife in my heart, so I don't know what to say.
"Uncle and Aunt Zhao, I'm leaving first." Shen Zhan said.
Li Xiuqiong snorted.
Zhao Shoumin waved his hand: "You go."
"What do you need to tell me." Shen Zhan said.
Zhao Shoumin said, "We don't need anything."
Li Xiuqiong said abruptly, "I have."
"Auntie." Shen Zhan looked at her: "Say it."
Li Xiuqiong stared at him: "Can you do it?"
Shen Zhan: "I will do my best."
"You can do it if you want it." Li Xiuqiong asked him, "Can you pay for my son's life?"
Shen Zhan looked at her: "I don't want to, and I can't."
"Get out!" Li Xiuqiong pointed at the door and said loudly, "Get out, get out! Did you hear me! Did you hear me! Get out!"
She growled hysterically, picked up a big red apple on the table and threw it at him.
Shen Zhan avoided it.
With a bang, it hit the wall.
Then it rolled down at Shen Zhan's feet.
Li Xiuqiong was sobbing, Zhao Shoumin hurried over to hug her to comfort her.
Shen Zhan watched all this quietly for three seconds, then turned and walked away.
Lin Jiayin heard the crying and arguing in the room, and just wanted to go in to see what was going on.
In the next second, Shen Zhan came out.
She looked at him eagerly, the worry in her eyes was undisguised.
Shen Zhan took her hand, squeezed her fingers to play, and said very calmly: "I'm fine."
Lin Jiayin nodded: "It's fine."
"Let's go, I'll take you back to school." Shen Zhan said.
Lin Jiayin sat in the co-pilot, fastened her seat belt and found that Shen Zhan hadn't started the ignition.
He was smoking, with his elbows on the window, his eyelids half-lidded, and his expression was indifferent.
The wind blew in, and white-gray smoke drifted around.
It quickly blurred his face and covered his expression, but he couldn't hide his discomfort.
Obviously, but also helpless.
Lin Jiayin couldn't help thinking of him in front of Yueming Lake and Qingjiang River.
Smoking like this also seems to be carrying heavy shackles.
It hurts to see her.
She wanted to do something, but couldn't find the direction.
Another gust of wind blew in, Lin Jiayin choked on the cigarette and coughed several times.
Shen Zhan came back to his senses, put out the cigarette, and rolled down all the windows.
"Shen Zhan." Lin Jiayin said.
Shen Zhan was turning on the air conditioner with his eyes downcast: "What?"
"Can you quit smoking?" Lin Jiayin looked at him pitifully.
Shen Zhan paused, then raised his head.
He was carrying the street lamp, his amber pupils suddenly turned dark at this moment, his brows and eyes raised slightly, as if all the pain was gone.
"Oh no." He smiled.
Lin Jiayin puffed her cheeks and said "Oh".
Seeing her sad and frustrated look, Shen Zhan imitated her pitiful and aggrieved tone and called her name.
"Lin Jiayin."
Lin Jiayin raised her head: "Huh?"
"I taught you the function generator today," he said.
Lin Jiayin nodded.
"Accompany you to the theater to watch a dance drama." He said again.
Lin Jiayin nodded again.
Shen Zhan deliberately lowered his voice, sounding lazy: "I also bought you a big jar of candy."
"Should I thank you?" He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, with a playful smile on his face.
"Thank you!" Lin Jiayin swallowed, tilting her head back nervously.
Shen Zhan blinked his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes cast deep shadows on his cold white skin.
"That's it?" He smiled.
Lin Jiayin shrank her neck, trembling with tears: "Then what should I do?"
"Here." Shen Zhan bit his slender lips, pointed his index finger seductively, and said shamelessly, "A kiss is enough."