Home.
This is the second time Lu Mian heard this word from Xiao Qimo.
This is also the second time she lost her mind because of this word.
She was in a trance, looking at the man opposite, as if she was back in kindergarten.
At that time, she was not disliked by her parents, and the relationship between her parents was not bad, and the family of four enjoyed themselves happily.
At that time, my father had a lot of backbone and made it clear that he would not inherit the Lu family's foundation. He bought a small house of more than 80 square meters on the third ring road of Wucheng, and the family lived so simply.
The kindergarten is in their community. From Monday to Friday, my father would stand under an old locust tree at the gate of the campus, waving at her and Lu Xinnuan, "Mianmian, Nuannuan, let's go home for dinner!"
Just like Xiao Qimo at this time, facing the setting sun, his whole body is glowing.
Lu Mian subconsciously hugged herself and walked over.
Suddenly, a figure floated in front of him.
She stopped and looked at the person coming.
"Student Lu Mian, I've been waiting for you for a long time! This bouquet of roses is for you!"
The young boy stuffed a large bouquet of roses into Lu Mian's arms, his eyes were full of expectation and shyness, and he wanted to say something more, but he scratched his head for a long time without saying a word, turned around and ran away.
again…
Xiao Qimo silently made a note in his heart.
He stared at the girl opposite and walked towards him with a bouquet of flowers. He felt that this was not the plot he had imagined.
I wanted to say something, but seeing her slap-sized face was too pale, the words I blurted out could only be caring.
"What's wrong with you? Your face is a little pale."
Lu Mian lowered her eyes and paused for a moment, her complexion was in stark contrast to the delicate roses.
"It's always been in the back mountain, and the wind blows." She said without distraction, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes had returned to calm, "Why are you here?"
"Pick you up after school."
"Pick me up? Director Qi really cares about the students!" She still had that cynical, playful look.
In fact, Xiao Qimo wanted to care about her body more, but he didn't want to be rude to her.
"Anyway, on the way." Xiao Qimo said concisely.
The two of them are neighbors, not to mention how smooth the road is.
This made him often feel that Ye Jinwen is not useless, because he has a good eye for site selection.
Lu Mian shrugged her shoulders noncommittally with an evil spirit and publicity, and walked into the community side by side with him.
Occasionally, passersby who pass by can't help but look sideways in amazement. After all, such a combination of appearance will be the focus of attention wherever they go.
However, Xiao Qimo's focus was on the flower in her hand.
Are you tired of holding it
Is it useful to take it home
Where did high school students get the money to buy such a large bouquet of roses? Not even the hard-earned money of the parents!
Knowing how to send flowers to please girls at a young age, he is a master of love at first glance.
He, the dean, is not just a decoration!
"Ah Choo!"
Just thinking about it, the man sneezed suddenly. He took out a white handkerchief and rubbed the tip of his nose in a daze.
Lu Mian frowned at him.
"Ah Choo! Ah Choo!"
Two more sneezes.
Even when he is sneezing, the man's natural beauty makes him graceful and calm when doing this action, without rushing or slowing down.
Xiao Qimo covered his mouth and nose with a gentle hand, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were apologetic, "I seem to be allergic to pollen..."
Lu Mian was startled.
Without hesitation, he threw the roses into a nearby trash can.
"Sorry." She said sincerely.
The man smiled elegantly, said "it's okay", and slowly put the white handkerchief back into his pocket.
Lu Mian raised her eyebrows lightly, and her eyes were filled with mockery.