Although Lu Jiaheng has been in all corners of the world for many years and has many friends, but there are actually only a few friends who really make good friends.
Cheng Yi is one of them when he is young. One American went to give himself gilded lace, and the other is younger than them, but his character is not inferior at all. The two people have hated each other for more than ten years. , Don't forget to burn a piece of paper money for each other during the Chinese New Year and festivals.
But she is Lu Jiaheng's only female friend.
Girls' analysis of girls must be more reliable than Cheng Yi's bullshit.
Therefore, Lu Jiaheng lost his old face, and dug out the dusty WeChat from a lot of abds in the communication that he didn't know which young lady it was. After thinking about it, he asked her: If I want to chase you now, what do you want
I want you to burp your farts right away. Lin Yu replied in shock.
"… "
Lu Jiaheng paralyzed back to the lazy sofa, threw his phone on the table, and sneered, thinking that maybe his brain was squeezed by the door, so he thought of asking this person.
Master Lu chose Baidu.
In fact, some of the words on the forum seem to be quite reasonable. For example, you need to be patient when chasing girls. If you can't come up, a fierce guy will stab at it, and the shy may be directly scared away.
To put it simply, it is to be gradual, subtle, and to do what you like.
Let her adapt to you first, get used to your presence, and develop a good impression and dependence on you.
There is even something like giving her something every day for several consecutive days, and then suddenly disappearing one day to see her reaction.
Do what you like, subtly, and gradually.
be patient.
Lu Jiaheng really didn't know much about Chuzhi's preferences. The only thing he knew was that she really liked eating cute food.
Finally, he waited for a cup of oolong milk cap.
Lu Jiaheng took it with his hands down, a warm cup that was scalding his palm, and dispelled all the negative energy he just read from the text message.
He lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips against the wall of the paper cup, and spoke very slowly, meaning: "You came back just to give me this?"
After speaking, Lu Jiaheng couldn't help but secretly raised the corner of his lips.
Chu Zhi nodded, hesitated again, raised her eyes and asked, "You don't have a girlfriend?"
Lu Jiaheng was stunned: "When did I have a girlfriend?"
"Then—don't have a boyfriend?" Chu Zhi said with difficulty.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng's temple jumped, took a deep breath, and was a little helpless: "Little Gardenia, I don't like men."
Chuzhi understands: "I know, you like—"
"I don't like it." Lu Jiaheng didn't listen to her, and interrupted with a blank face, "I was talking nonsense at the train station that day, it's fake, I don't like it."
Chu Zhi's eyes widened a little, she seemed relieved for some reason, her shoulders collapsed, and she suddenly felt a little guilty, and she didn't know what she was guilty of.
She glanced at Lu Jiaheng secretly, but he happened to be looking at her too. Chu Zhi didn't know if he had been looking at her, but she looked at her all the time, and she was caught in an instant.
Chu Zhi was stunned for a moment, but it wasn't that she looked away now, and she didn't move. The weather was cold, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold, but now even her ears were red, but her face was white and tender, like a little snowman.
Lu Jiaheng looked at her at a loss, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you keep asking."
Chu Zhi lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Ask what..."
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, the little head was buried a little bit, and he also leaned slightly closer: "Ask me to see if there is anyone I like?"
Chu Zhi did not speak.
Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and raised the corners of his lips, his smile looked a bit harsh, but his voice became softer: "Ask who is that person?"
Chu Zhi slowly raised his head: "You have."
Lu Jiaheng was taken aback: "Huh?"
Chu Zhi continued slowly: "You like everyone."
Her voice was low and her head bowed again, Lu Jiaheng couldn't hear clearly.
It was a bit cold at the end of November. After standing outside for a while, Chuzhi's hands were a little stiff. She shrank her fingers into her sleeves, and hid her fingertips in the cuffs.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a milk tea cup.
Lu Jiaheng handed the oolong milk cap back to her again.
Chu Zhi raised her head.
He straightened up: "I'm too lazy to take it, you can give it to me later."
Chuzhi said "oh" and took it.
The drink was still warm, Chuzhi put her hands on it, warming up a little.
So the previous topic was interrupted, and the two walked towards the library together.
The little girl seemed to be trapped in her own little theater again, obviously not in the state, so she followed him all the way until she reached the door of the library, and she was about to go in with her eyes fixed.
Lu Jiaheng raised his hand, grabbed the bunny ears on the hat of her plush coat, and dragged the person back.
Chu Zhi was dragged back like she was being carried by a chicken, she came back to her senses, raised her head, and looked blank.
Lu Jiaheng reached out to her: "Give it back to me."
Chu Zhi was still at a loss: "Huh?"
His hands were fair and beautiful, his fingers were slender, his palms spread out and shook in front of her, and he repeated it persistently, like a child begging for candy: "Oolong milk cover, give it back to me."
Chuzhi: "..."
As soon as Chu Zhi entered the study room, she saw Gu Han waving frantically at her.
On Friday afternoons, there were slightly fewer people than usual. Those who didn't have classes in the afternoon basically went home at this time. Lin Tong and the others sat on the long table in the corner, and the seat by the window was vacant.
Chu Zhi adjusted the coat and hat that Lu Jiaheng had just pulled off, walked over and sat down.
As she pulled out the book, Gu Han's head stretched out.
She looked at her with great excitement as if she had heard some magical gossip.
The last time Chuzhi saw her look like this was when she was holding a tarot card in her hand and wanted to test her and Xiao Yi's fate index.
Sure enough, Gu Han cleared his throat and said with a stern expression: "I, Zhi, I feel a vision in your astrolabe, which is related to your relationship. I'm afraid something has changed in your palace."
Chu Zhi was shocked.
Gu Han continued: "Hurry up, tell me the first name that comes to your mind right now."
Chu Zhi swallowed: "Wu Yanzu."
Gu Han turned a deaf ear: "Yes, that's right, a pink water cup suddenly appeared in your emotional palace!"
Chuzhi: "..."
Gu Han made persistent efforts, rolling his eyes and shaking his legs: "I am Zhi, this pink water cup has deep feelings for you."
Chuzhi took off her coat and hung it on the chair, looking like she didn't care much.
Chu Zhi's first impression of Lu Jiaheng was actually a little off.
At the entrance of the campus, the boy was leaning lazily on the side of the road. When the girl came to ask him for his number, he didn't even look at others.
With a fluttering glance, the number was given.
Chu Zhi felt that it was a very courageous thing for a girl to ask for a number from a boy she liked, so whether a boy gave a girl a number or refused, he should give the other party a little respect, not so casually. , the attitude of not taking people seriously at all.
When Chu Zhi was punished for a fight during military training, Lu Jiaheng would often go to the playground. Chu Zhi also accidentally saw a few times that the girl went to ask for WeChat or something.
Anyway, it looks good, and he gave it all.
Later, I got more and more familiar with him, and Chu Zhi felt that this person was actually quite good.
In addition to being accustomed to being frivolous towards girls, he is a bit of a heartbreaker.
Gu Han was still rolling his eyes and shaking his legs, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I am, I feel it! The fluctuation of the pink water cup is quite strong."
Chu Zhi tilted her head, leaned closer, looked at her calmly and said, "Hanhan, you have crossed eyes."
Gu Han: "… "
The lighting in the bar was dim and ambiguous, and there were several people sitting in twos or threes in the soft semi-circular booths.
Lu Jiaheng turned a corner, and he was paralyzed on the sofa, with his long legs on the front coffee table, holding a paper cup of milk tea in his hand.
The sound of music and loud noises rumbled in his ears. He wore headphones, as if unaffected, and stared at a certain place in a daze.
A man and a woman sitting next to him grab a cup and there you feed me, feed me, feed you. During the commotion, the man was pushed, but he couldn't stabilize, and he fell to Lu Jiaheng's side.
Lu Jiaheng was in a daze, when the man suddenly hit him with a lot of force, but he couldn't stabilize, the whole person was knocked to the side, one foot fell to the ground, and the half cup of oolong milk cap in his hand came out of his hand. .
The paper cup of milk tea fell on the dark floor with a slight sound, almost inaudible in the background of the boiling sound.
The people in the entire deck looked over as if the mute button had been pressed at the same time.
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, looked at the puddle of liquid that had spread to his feet, ripped off his earphones, closed his eyes, turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of the collision.
The dark eyes were heavy, no emotion could be seen, the corners of his lips drooped slightly, and the air pressure was a little low.
Cheng Yi held the wine glass for a while, bared his teeth, and shrank his shoulders again.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, someone next to him finally couldn't help but come over and ask him, "What is A-Heng doing tonight, bring a milk tea, and hold it like a baby all night."
Cheng Yi found it a little difficult to explain, put down the cup in his hand, raised his finger and pointed to the wreckage of the milk tea cup that fell on the ground: "That—his ancestor gave it to him."
The man was stunned: "Who?"
"Sweetheart, I guess, but it's not too far away."
The man who bumped into him got a little high and didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw the other party's expression, his face changed, and he quickly apologized.
Lu Jiaheng looked at him and said nothing.
Seeing this, Cheng Yi hurriedly held up a wine bottle and shouted: "Hengzi!! I wish you an early birth! Son! Ah!!!!!!"
"… "
His voice was very loud, highly recognizable, and close, and the sound of piercing loud music shook Lu Jiaheng's eardrums.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head and glanced at him with a mentally handicapped look. The other leg resting on the coffee table was also put down. He slowly put the earphones in his pocket, grabbed his jacket, stood up and left.
After leaving the bar, as soon as the glass door was closed, the smoky noise inside was completely isolated.
Lu Jiaheng put on his jacket and walked along the road, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
After a few beeps, it picked up.
Chu Zhi's voice was still unhurried, soft, and sounded like he had no temper: "Hello."
Lu Jiaheng stopped for a while.
The opposite side was also quiet. After a while, she called him, "Senior?"
Lu Jiaheng stood at the corner of the street, stopped, looked at the huge LED screen advertisement in the opposite shopping mall, brewed his emotions, and then slowly opened his mouth.
His tone was light, but he didn't sound like he was happy.
"Little Gardenia, my milk tea is gone."
Chu Zhi was stunned: "Huh?"
He lowered his voice, his voice was muffled, and inexplicably seemed a little aggrieved, a little obedient,
"My oolong milk cap was just knocked off by someone else."
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