From the first time he saw the four-digit sweater, Chu Zhi felt that Lu Jiaheng had written "I'm rich", "I'm super rich" and "I'm full of money" all over his body.
And he is also wasting, extravagant oil, and it seems that he has never been under financial pressure since he was a child.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Chu Zhi carried a bag of snake fruit and dragged Lu Jiaheng to the school gate.
She took out another cloth bag from her pocket and laid it flat on the ground, then took out the apples one by one and placed them neatly on top.
Lu Jiaheng also squatted down with her, watching her place the apple: "What are you doing?"
"Sell it."
Lu Jiaheng let out a sigh of relief, propped on the ground with one hand, leaned back, laughed straight at her, and repeated, "I bought it for you."
Chu Zhi placed the last apple in the bag, turned her head, looked at him seriously, and started pouring chicken soup for him: "Lu Jiaheng, the money is not brought by the wind, it's a shameful waste."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng nodded and compromised: "Okay, then sell it."
Chuzhi raised his hand and tugged at his sleeve, pulling him forward: "You also want to sell it with me."
"… "
The prince was shocked. The prince never thought that he would have a street stall one day.
Young Master Lu has lived so much, and for the first time he had the opportunity to experience what it's like to set up a stall on the side of the road.
Still selling apples.
If it was someone else, Lu Jiaheng might directly lift the person into the flower bed, and help her bury her in soil and arrange flowers or something.
But it's not someone else.
This is the first gardenia.
It seems that inadvertently, she has occupied too many of his first times, becoming the biggest accident and exception in Lu Jiaheng's life.
Worst of all, he was willing, even willing.
Lu Jiaheng squatted on the side of the road, with his arms on his knees, covering one eye with one hand, licking his lips helplessly and smiling: "Okay, tell me how you want to sell it."
Chu Zhi was also doing this job for the first time. She was a little excited and eager to try: "Should we set the price first? How much should we sell it for? Three yuan!"
Lu Jiaheng looked at her lazily with his head propped up, and laughed out loud: "I bought it for 30 yuan each."
Chu Zhi looked very embarrassed: "But if you sell it for 30 yuan, isn't that a scam?"
She was a little tired from squatting, looked back, gently brushed off the thin layer of snow on the tiles of the flowerbed, and sat on it.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head, straightened his head, took off the scarf around his neck, and patted her leg: "Get up."
Chu Zhi thought he was going to sit too, so he rubbed to the side.
He didn't say much, just stood up, folded the scarf in half several times, folded it into one piece, bent down, and placed it on the tile of the flower bed she had just sat on. Put it away, he raised his chin: "Sit here."
Chu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved: "No, you are around, it's so cold tonight."
Lu Jiaheng squatted down again, meaning he hooked his lips, "I'm not cold, I'm very hot now."
Chu Zhi didn't hear his voice at all, and insisted, "You're going to catch a cold again by then."
Lu Jiaheng wanted to say that I was in very good health. After half an hour in a cold shower and half an hour in the cold air with my bare buttocks, it burned to thirty-eight degrees.
He raised his eyebrows: "Then I will sit with you in my arms?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl blushed, stood up quickly, and sat down on his scarf.
The soft wool scarf, folded thickly, still carried his temperature on it, and it was warm and comfortable to sit on.
Chu Zhi rested her elbows on her knees and looked at him with her hands on her cheeks: "How much do we sell for?"
Lu Jiaheng squatted in front of her, raised his hand and placed the apples on the bag: "Just three pieces."
Chu Zhi's delicate brows were tangled together, not wanting to sell too darkly, but also not wanting him to lose so much: "Or five yuan?"
Lu Jiaheng smiled lowly: "Okay, then five yuan."
Chu Zhi nodded and slowly took out a piece of white paper from the pocket of his down jacket.
The white paper was folded neatly by her. Wearing gloves, she unfolded it awkwardly, smoothing out the creases on it, and took out a black marker from her pocket, writing stroke by stroke: " Ping An Fruit—"
The thin white paper was directly placed on her lap, it was not flat, and the words were crooked, a bit ugly.
Chu Zhi frowned, raised her eyes to look at Lu Jiaheng: "Turn around."
He didn't speak, just turned around quietly and turned his back to her.
Chuzhi picked up the white paper, put it on his back, and leaned over to write.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head slightly.
The little girl leaned gently on his back to write, the marker pen in her hand made a slight rustling sound, her head was lowered slightly, her profile was quiet, her fine forehead hair was falling down, and her long eyelashes were covered in fine lines.
There was a slight pressure on the back, as if it had penetrated the back and pressed directly to the apex of the heart.
After Chuzhi finished writing, she put the cap on, poked her chin and admired it, not very satisfied.
The conditions were harsh, and the writing was a bit ugly.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head sideways and suddenly said, "Write a little longer."
Chu Zhi's attention was all on the paper in his hand, but he didn't pay attention, and raised his head with his mouth slightly open: "Huh? What?"
"It's nothing," Lu Jiaheng turned his head, "is it written?"
Chuzhi put the pen in the pocket of his down jacket again, stood up, put the written paper in front of the pile of apples, and pressed it down with one.
She stood in front of her waist and admired it for a while. There were a bunch of apples on the stall, and there was a handsome guy squatting in the back, with black hair and white skin, long eyes and thin lips, and a smile on his lips.
Under the street lamp, the whole body seems to be covered with golden light, like a handsome and suave god who has strayed into the mundane world.
Chu Zhi was quite satisfied, jumped back to the back, sat down, put her hands on her cheeks and waited expectantly for the customer to come.
The night of Christmas Eve is also the time when the flow of people is the largest on the campus. Couples and friends walk by in groups, perhaps because there is a good-looking person standing in front of them, or because they are selling the Ping An fruit at a really cheap price. , After a while, there are not a few apples left.
Chu Zhi was very excited. She received five dollars and five dollars. She squeezed a neat stack with her little hands, and squatted down in front of Lu Jiaheng. Her eyes were bright, and it was like offering a treasure: "We made so much money!"
Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, but couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing her head, his voice was soft: "Chuchu is really amazing."
Chu Zhi was happy to count the amount of money, she moved for a while, and was slightly stunned.
My heart skipped a beat.
Opposite the street lamp where they set up the stall, there are already girls standing together in twos or threes, secretly looking over here and whispering.
Seeing this scene at this time, finally a few couldn't help but come over.
The four girls looked like they belonged to the same dormitory. One of them was wearing a fluffy pink and white coat, with a round face and big eyes. She squatted down, took an apple, and said in a gentle and sweet voice, "Excuse me, is this the fifth one? A dollar?"
Chuzhi returned to her senses, turned her head to the side, and smiled at her: "Yes," she gestured at her, "but because there are only a few left! I can sell you three!"
She widened her eyes and looked like she was doing business seriously, with the demeanor of a little boss.
Also on sale.
Lu Jiaheng squatted there, looking at her emotional appearance, with the back of his hand to his lips, and smiled silently.
The girl sighed, and simply took out a piece of five yuan and an apple: "Five yuan is already very cheap, it's okay! Just five yuan!"
Chu Zhi thought that this girl was just too nice, so she happily accepted the money, and just wanted to thank her, she heard her ask again, "Well, are you two lovers?"
Chu Zhi was stunned and raised her head.
The girl secretly glanced at Lu Jiaheng, who was squatting behind, with an unnatural blush on her cheeks.
Chu Zhi tightened her fingers while holding a handful of change, and quickly shook her head: "No."
The other girls who came and stood there with her let out a little coquettish laughter, and the girl seemed relieved, she blushed, looked at Lu Jiaheng, summoned up her courage and said carefully: "Then may I ask Can we exchange mobile numbers?"
Chu Zhi blinked and lowered her eyes.
She was wearing wool gloves, and the pink gloves had a stuffed bear sewn on them. She held a pile of scattered money in her hand, counting them absently one by one.
How many have you counted
Chu Zhi buried her head deeply and frowned.
Really annoying.
bored.
I really want to give this five dollars back to her, grab the apple from her hand, and say loudly, "I don't want to sell you! Give me five dollars and I won't sell it! Go away!!!"
She waited dully for Lu Jiaheng to report her number, with a little anticipation in her heart.
Chu Zhi didn't know what to expect.
They had been outside for a long time. It was cold outside, and the tip of Chuzhi's nose was red and blocked from the cold.
She sniffed, quietly bowing her head without speaking.
Lu Jiaheng was silent for a moment, Chu Zhi could only hear the laughter and whispers of the girls in front of her.
"No," she heard him say.
Chuzhi's fingers counting the money paused.
Lu Jiaheng paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, looked at the little girl's deeply buried head, and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I have a girl I like. It's unrequited love, and I'm chasing now."
Chu Zhi was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and turned to look at him.
She didn't react a bit, her long curly eyelashes raised up and looked at him, her eyes were wide open and she looked a little dazed.
The tip of her nose was a little red from the cold, her jet-black eyes looked wet, and there was a thin layer of frost on her eyelashes.
Lu Jiaheng slightly curved his lips, turned his eyes slightly to the side, and landed on the girl casually: "Although it's a bit difficult to chase, but the one I like is deadly, she has to do it, so I'm sorry, I can't seem to give you the number."
His voice was soft and laughing, as if he was careless.
A pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes are dark and bright, with a lazy tone, but their eyes are full of seriousness.
Chu Zhi's long eyelashes trembled, and a feather that had been floating lightly in mid-air suddenly fell heavily in her heart.
Like a ship returning to port, like something has finally settled.
Chu Zhi didn't know what she was expecting just now.
Thinking about it now, I was probably waiting for his words.
The author has something to say:
Young Master: This is the first time I set up a street stall. I am so happy. I want to set it up for the rest of my life.