Xiang Nuan wanted to cry but had no tears.
She didn't know whether she should explain it to Shen Zemu. If she tells Shen Zemu that she painted Shen Zemu’s face but not the pig’s nose, it’s tantamount to admitting that she secretly likes him to observe him; if she doesn’t explain, it’s tacitly acquiescing her hostility towards him…
Dilemma.
In the end, Xiang Nuan had no choice but to push the notebook towards Lin Chuyan, and complained ambiguously: "He did it."
Lin Chuyan took the notebook with kindness, put it in his pocket, and looked at Shen Zemu with a kind of righteous and stubborn eyes: "This notebook is mine."
Well, a guy with a pink notebook is, well, awesome.
Things inexplicably became darker and darker. Xiang Nuan originally wanted to defend herself, but she was swept away by Shen Zemu's cold eyes, her brain was broken for a second, she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
Without saying a word, Shen Zemu brought the supper back to the cashier: "Pack it up."
The cashier packed it skillfully. Seeing that he was about to leave, the cashier said: "Customers who spend in this store today can get free exquisite souvenirs."
Waiwai is like a professional cross talk fan, and timely handed out a sentence: "What is the souvenir?"
"Single dog stickers." The cashier said, pointing to a pile of stickers hanging near the sausage machine at the front desk.
Hearing this, Xiang Nuan also looked over.
I have to say that the souvenir is really... As the name suggests, it is concise and worthy of the name. It is said to be a sticker of a single dog, and it really puts a dog's head there. These days, such a sincere merchant is really rare...
Shen Zemu glanced at those "exquisite gifts", and for a moment he suspected that he was surrounded by mental retardation.
After rejecting the cashier's gift, Shen Zemu silently left the convenience store with a midnight snack.
Well, the pace is a little fast.
Through the glass window, Xiang Nuan looked at his receding figure.
Lin Chuyan comforted her: "Don't worry, he won't get angry because of this kind of thing, men are not so narrow-minded."
Wai Wai came over with his supper, and said, "That's right, don't worry about Xiang Nuan. He's not angry. He's just embarrassed and can't keep his face off."
"It's all your fault." Xiang Nuan glared at Lin Chuyan.
Lin Chuyan accepted all her reproaches with a good temper. He took out his notebook and returned it to her.
Wai Wai thinks it's really pleasing for the two of them to sit together, no matter what they do, they look good. He could just watch them like this and eat an extra bowl of rice.
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After returning to the dormitory at night, Xiang Nuan struggled for a while, and finally sent a message to Shen Zemu.
Xiang Nuan: Senior, I'm sorry, this is really a misunderstanding. TAT
Shen Zemu: It's all right.
Xiang Nuan: Are you not angry
Shen Zemu: Not angry.
Shen Zemu would not be angry because of this slander at the kindergarten level, but he was uncontrollably confused and awkward. After enduring it for a while, Shen Zemu finally asked: Do you hate me
Xiang Nuan: No, I don't hate seniors.
Shen Zemu: Yes.
Shen Zemu almost believed her, and then he swiped through Moments and saw the one just posted by Lin Chuyan.
Lin Chuyan: Received a gift. [picture]
The picture is a painting, in which Lin Chuyan has been beautified to the greatest extent, and also has two deliberately cute fox ears. The signature of the painting is "Warming God", so you don't need to guess who it is.
I am afraid of comparison in everything. After the comparison, there is a gap, and even the trivial things will bring a little bit of embarrassment.
With Shen Zemu's personality, he wouldn't ask any questions, but just silently closed the chat window and quit WeChat.
The conversation between the two stopped at his last word "um".
Looking at their chat records, Xiang Nuan was a little absent-minded. I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.
She was in a daze when Lin Chuyan sent her a message.
Lin Chuyan: Does my new profile picture look good
Xiang Nuan found out that his new avatar was the painting she gave him, and he specially adjusted the color. The color of the original drawing paper was pure white, but now it has become a dim yellow, like photo paper soaked by time, gentle and gentle.
She clicked on his circle of friends and saw his new post.
Xiang Nuan smiled, and nodded silently.
Then reply to Lin Chuyan: Looks good.
When Lin Chuyan saw these two words, she pulled the corner of her mouth and asked her: What do you want to hear
After waiting for a few seconds, I didn't get her reply.
He clicked on the message reminder in Moments and saw a message from his mother.
Mom: Dear son, although your father and I did worry about you being seduced by a vixen, we don't want you to become a vixen yourself. —Mom who loves you the most.
Lin Chuyan sent a message to her mother: Mom, what gift do you want for your birthday this year
Mom: Son, you have grown up. Mom is so touched!
Lin Chuyan: Mom, don't get me wrong, I don't have money to buy you gifts.
Then he was deleted as a friend by his mother.
Lin Chuyan was a little regretful, and sent a message to his father: Dad, my mother deleted my friend.
Dad: Huh? What did you say
Lin Chuyan: I just followed your request and asked her what gift she wants this year.
Dad: Is this going to delete you? Are you poisonous
Lin Chuyan: If you delete me like this, shouldn't you say that your mother is poisonous
Dad: You say that about my wife, do you want to die
Lin Chuyan: ...
Lin Chuyan: Then ask yourself, I don't care about your affairs.
Dad: Well, I actually know what she wants.
Lin Chuyan: Then you can do it.
Dad: I can't do it.
Lin Chuyan: Is there anything in this world that you can't get
Dad: Don't mention it, it's hard to say.
Lin Chuyan: Tell me, I want to hear it.
Dad: You little boy, it's useless to tell you.
Lin Chuyan: It is useful and makes me happy.
Then he was deleted as a friend by his father.
Lin Chuyan, who was abandoned by his parents, was in a very stable state of mind. After exiting the chat window, he saw the answer from Xiang Nuan.
Xiang Nuan: I want to listen to Lake Baikal~(*/＼*)
Lin Chuyan smiled with drooping eyebrows, and replied with one word: OK.