That night, Xianbei tossed and turned, but couldn't get any sleepiness.
There was always a vague facial feature in her head, laughing and talking, but she knew exactly who it was.
When it was almost three o'clock, Xianbei was still in high spirits, and an incredible guess was magnified and specific in her mind.
Xianbei was panicked by himself, so he quickly grabbed the phone beside his pillow, pressed it, and searched the Internet...
"What does it feel like to like someone?"
There are many replies below the question, including analysis one by one, as well as literary feelings.
Senbei checked them one by one, and the more they looked, the more confused they became, until one of the answers said:
"I thought in my mind that someone searched for this question."
After saying that, Xianbei instantly clenched her fingers.
No way…
Wouldn't she really like her landlord
You've only lived here for a few days, and you have such an embarrassing thought to others
Senbei hides her face in despair.
Slowly, the small palms that were pressing against the cheeks gradually loosened a little...
night…
Just got back tonight...
The man walked into the milk tea shop with her in his arms without squinting.
All the cells in his body could feel the scorching eyes from all directions, hotter than the surrounding warm lights, Xianbei could only bury his face in his shoulders.
Xianbei heard different voices calling Chen Zhuo "Boss", there were men and women, and the same thing in his tone was surprise.
But Chen Zhuo was extraordinarily calm, didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and took her upstairs with ease.
When he reached the entrance, Senbei had already turned into boiled shrimp, curled up in his arms, motionless.
The man asked her, "Are you awake?"
Xianbei hurriedly raised her head, her two eyelashes, like frightened butterfly feathers, fanned twice: "... wake up, wake up..."
The sound was still small, and there was no air flow.
"The voice is so weak, are you really awake?" The man's breath was so close.
Senbei nodded.
He deliberately teased her: "do you go around again before you wake up?"
Xianbei's face became hot, and she shook her head. This kind of high-altitude walk is so exciting... She is shy and afraid.
Then the man put her down, took her snow-white cat-ear slippers from the shoe rack, and handed them to her. The movements are so smooth and natural, as if they have lived together for a long time.
—
The next morning, Chen Zhuo sat in the operating room with his hands on his legs and his eyes focused.
On the table in front of him, there are two paintings, the same A4 paper, with different characters.
Deputy Store Manager Zhou was cleaning the container behind him. Seeing that the boss had not moved for a long time, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
Chen Zhuo didn't look back, and hooked his hands behind his back.
Zhou Goujie immediately ran over and asked why he did it.
Chen Zhuo stepped aside, allowing two paintings to run into Zhou Qingshu's field of vision, and asked, "How is the painting?"
Zhou Qingshu: "It's beautiful."
Chen Zhuo: "If you look closely, can you see what's famous?"
Zhou Qingshu lowered his head and looked at it carefully. After half a minute, he suddenly realized, thumped his hand and said, "Ah—is this—"
"Um?"
"Our family's cheese raspberries and cheese are very light?"
Chen Zhuo nodded in satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, I can see it."
"It's very vivid, you painted it?"
"no."
"That little canary drew it?"
"what?"
"The one upstairs..." Zhou Qingshu raised his eyes and hinted, shaking his shoulders: "I can't bear to let go in my arms, and I hide it deeply."
"Heh," Chen Zhuo chuckled: "She painted it, she is the painter."
"Oh, it's still an artist," Zhou Qingshu: "What are your plans then?"
Chen Zhuo held his forehead and half lifted one of the paintings: "I want to make a series and print it on the packaging."
"Bottle body?"
"right."
Chen Zhuo tapped with his back on the paper: "For example, the strawberry milk cap, just print this little girl in pink. We can consider a plan, that is, for some parts of her, we don't need to use the color, but directly borrow the color of the drink. The color of her clothing is also changing, making it more interesting and fresh, and it also saves packaging costs.”
"Interesting." Zhou Qingshu pondered.
"I also thought about the follow-up activities, watermelon red, orange orange, mango yellow, apple cucumber green, strawberry powder, blueberry blue, grape purple, this series is called rainbow, collect a series, you can choose one for free Mug with the same theme."
"Not bad... A basic girl who likes to drink desserts, the packaging is so cute, she should like it very much."
Chen Zhuo put the two pictures back: "Does it work?"
Zhou Qingshu is more than willing: "I think it is feasible."
Chen Zhuo got up, then he had to ask for an authorization.
—
Xianbei was immersed in the panic of his first love, and almost stayed up all night.
As it approached six o'clock, I listened to the chirping of birds outside the window, and fell asleep vaguely.
A burst of cell phone ringtones woke her up from her dream.
Xianbei hurriedly grabbed the phone and picked it up: "Who, who?"
Stuttering on a call is her old problem.
"It's me." A familiar voice.
Xianbei sat up with a mess of hair on her head.
what…
The culprit who kept her deer rammed into sleepless nights...
As soon as he heard him speak, Xianbei's face turned red involuntarily, and his language ability, which was a shortcoming, suddenly dropped to the level of primitive people.
"woke up?"
"... um..." In the nose, he responded carefully.
"Can you open the door? I have something to call you."
Xianbei then looked at the bedroom door, and realized it later...
She must have been knocking on the door for a long time and no one answered, so she had to call her...
I patted my head annoyed, do you think she is so impatient to sleep like a dead dog...
Seeing that there was no sound here, the other side asked again, "Is it convenient now?"
"Yes, yes..." To prevent him from losing his favor again, Xianbei hurriedly agreed, turning over and getting out of bed.
After wiping his restless hair twice, he slipped a cardigan over his pajamas and trotted over to open the door.
The sudden opening of the door made Chen Zhuo uncomfortable.
He was stunned for a moment, his eyes dropped, and he met the top of Xianbei's... head.
Inside the door, the little girl was panting in a low voice, as if she had just finished a long marathon.
Holding a cup of milk tea in one hand and a painting in the other, he asked, "Let's sit down and talk?"
Good... Good... Xianbei didn't look at him at all, just nodded and moved his toes slightly to get out of the way.
In the room, the curtains were not opened.
Fortunately, the sunlight in the living room came in, and everything was painted bright.
On the bed, only one corner of the quilt was lifted, and a pink and white soothing rabbit slept with its eyes closed, as if sleeping soundly.
The desk, the tablet slanted, the water cup and the snack bag next to it, the monitor is still in standby.
By the window, on the small coffee table, there is a notebook with a few sheets of paper pressed down by a pencil.
Chen Zhuo chose there, just two wooden chairs, suitable for chatting.
He walked there without thinking, Xianbei followed behind him, thinking about it, wouldn't it be... Let him see something
After all, she panicked after changing her shoes yesterday and ran back to the room with a red face.
Shouldn't he come and make a solemn statement to her... It is strictly forbidden to have strange feelings for the landlord...
When he was about to reach his destination, Chen Zhuo suddenly stopped.
Xianbei, who had a nine-fold ileal heart, almost bumped his head into his back, but fortunately he stopped in time.
Chen Zhuo stopped where he was, and did not take a step forward for a long time.
Confused, Xianbei quietly poked out the top half of his head from behind the man, trying to find the man who was stagnant.
The next moment, the pupils suddenly widened, and every nerve of Xianbei bounced.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
All cells are screaming!
She forgot, she forgot—
I couldn't sleep last night, so I pulled out a piece of sketching paper and sat by the window, while laughing silly and imagining, while sketching the appearance of Chen Zhuo.
Character sketches, although only half-finished, have been… clearly…
Can see who-
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...
This barrage was going to blow his head, and Xianbei was so shocked that he was sweating, his face was pale, and he didn't know how to ease the current predicament.
Her eyes were all red, and when she gritted her teeth, she took three steps and two steps before walking out, wanting to take the sketch back into the album.
you don't see anything...
All you see are hallucinations...
Even if you repeat ineffective mantras in your heart, you can comfort yourself. Xianbei's embarrassment and embarrassment could not be relieved in the slightest.
Just as her little hands that were so white and bloodless were about to touch the portrait—
The man has long hands and long legs, and when he stretches out his arms, he is already faster than her, and takes the sketch into his own hands.
Senbei could only watch it... fly to a very high... out of reach place...
Even…
more embarrassing...
dying…
Life is better than death...
Who gave her a good knife...
Could there be a hole in the ground for her to fall into...
Especially the man deliberately put down the milk tea in his hand and raised the painting, as if he wanted to look at it with all his heart.
Senbei's scalp was numb, and the cold current was surging from the top of the neck to the ankles, and it didn't stop.
Just like being in a sea of swords and fires, enduring the ten major tortures, Xianbei is looking forward to it, looking forward to being invisible.
But fantasies are just fantasies, she can only helplessly, let Chen Zhuo watch as if no one else is around.
The tension brought about by various conjectures made Xianbei's lower lip almost swollen from being bitten by himself.
After a while, Chen Zhuo suddenly said something meaningful: "This painting looks familiar..."
Immediately, Xianbei refused to admit it and shook his head: "No... No..."
The man fell silent immediately, without opening his lips for a long time.
Are you suspicious. Whether to admit it or not, Xianbei's nose is sour, let's admit it, she will die if she dies, and it is her own fault to drive her away.
He nodded slightly again: "Yes..."
Trying to justify it: "It's just... Practicing pen... "
I don't even believe the excuses given.
With her head lowered, Xianbei snorted twice, and as soon as the tears in her eyes were sucked back, she saw that the sketch had been put back to its original place: "Is it just for pen practice?"
The hand with the original pen picked up the milk tea on the table and handed it to her. The owner of the hand smiled: "I thought it was the personification of this milk tea."
what…
Personification…
Panic was half squeezed out by confusion. Xianbei's clenched hands slowly loosened, lifted up, and took the cup of milk tea.
It was warm, just right on her cold palm.
When his eyes touched the body of the cup, he suddenly stopped. Xianbei froze in place, her face that was as pale as paper gradually turned a thin red.
just because,
The label pasted on the cup, with small black square characters, clearly printed:
The original taste is three-point sweet.