Lin Qi came in after washing his face, and the two were staring at each other, he shook his hands and said, "Did you two do it?"
Lin Luxiao: "..."
Nan Chu: "..."
Fuck you fourth uncle.
Lin Luxiao stood up first and walked out. Nan Chu's expression returned to indifferent, and he slowly followed behind.
The three get in the car.
Lin Silly Baitian got into the co-pilot first. Nan Chu glanced at Lin Luxiao. Coincidentally, he also glanced at her. Sit in the back seat door.
Lin Luxiao lowered his head and smiled, and also sat in.
The two of them didn't talk all the way, Nan Chu kept looking out the window, as if fascinated by the neon night scene outside the window, while Lin Luxiao chatted with Lin Qi one after another, and Lin Qi chattered endlessly with him. Like a little sparrow, he seemed to have a sense of dependence on Lin Luxiao.
Nan Chu opened the window, the wind gushed in, and the trees outside the window shook violently. Turning her head, she happened to see Lin Luxiao looking at her. There was too much ambiguity in her eyes, and she couldn't allow her to think too much.
She turned her head away and suddenly remembered the time when she lived in his house five years ago.
In the sixteenth year of Nanchu, he lived at Lin Luxiao's house for a month. He went back two or three times during this period, and each time he stayed for a day and a half. Ripe on top.
At that time, the house was a single apartment rented by Lin Luxiao, with three bedrooms and one living room. Except for one bedroom, he converted the other two into a study room and a utility room, throwing away a lot of training and fitness things in a mess.
Nan Chu doesn't know how to cook, so he orders takeaway every day. One time when he went downstairs to get takeaway, he happened to see him coming back. After the takeaway brother finished finding the change, Nan Chu stuffed it into his coat randomly, and hurriedly followed him. .
Going upstairs, Lin Luxiao changed his shoes, Nan Chu held the curry risotto in his hand, a little embarrassed, thought about it, and handed it to him: "I don't know if you come back today, why don't you eat first, and I'll order another."
Lin Luxiao threw the key on the cabinet without looking back, went in and said, "I ate in the team."
"oh."
Nan Chu sat down at the dining table and had dinner.
Lin Luxiao went in and changed out of his regular clothes, and looked around idly. Although the girl had zero cooking skills, the house was clean and not too dirty. Man, other things are negotiable, but the eyes sharpen when they see the bed.
He has obsessive-compulsive disorder, no matter what time, the quilt must be folded into tofu cubes.
Like this kind of one that doesn't even stack, and throws it in a mess on the bed, it can be picked up in minutes and can be beaten up.
The room was heated.
Lin Luxiao changed into a loose gray sweater and black trousers and came out of the bedroom, carried the little girl who was eating in, and pressed her on the chair beside the bed, "Look at it," he said.
There were still a few grains of rice hanging from Nan Chu's mouth.
Then Lin Luxiao flattened the quilt and asked her while spreading it out, "Didn't your mother teach you how to fold the quilt?"
"..."
At that time, Lin Luxiao's physique was not as strong as it is now. He was a young man, tall and thin, his facial features were not as tough as they are now, round and delicate, his skin was whiter than now, his brows and eyes were a bit evil, and his personality was not as calm and calm as it is now. He was more surly at that time publicity.
But the tone of speech was at least peaceful.
He arched his back and bent in front of the bed, with rare patience: "First flatten the quilt, leave a third of it, and fold it over."
He spoke methodically.
"Same as before, fold the other side over, and use your fingers to pinch out a ten-centimeter-wide area at one-third of the horizontal position."
The hair at that time seemed to be longer than it is now. Under the light, the black hair was fluffy and fluffy, making people want to touch it.
He deliberately slowed down, pointing to the horn, "Here, make a right angle and come out."
The voice also has the unique mellowness of youth, which is not as cold and abstinent as it is now.
When he bent over, the neckline of the sweater was exposed, and the slightly protruding collarbone was a beautiful line of pectoral muscles, not stretched, but well outlined, and the boy's flat abdomen was down, and the mermaid line was faintly visible.
The hearts of those who watched were pounding, and their heartbeats accelerated.
Nan Chu matured earlier than ordinary children, knew what it felt like, and knew what kind of physiological reaction it was.
She didn't think it was weird either, even though she was only sixteen at the time.
The man's voice became smooth and seductive in the night.
"Here, use the same method to trim the inner side into a right angle."
While speaking, Lin Luxiao raised his head slightly and glanced at Nan Chu, but the little girl was staring at him firmly, and the next second, she swallowed, apparently not listening.
He frowned, stood up straight, pinched his waist with his hands, "do I look good?"
"..."
Nod, nod.
He hooked the corner of his mouth, "Will you fold it?"
"..."
Shake your head, shake your head.
"Fold it well, don't eat tonight."
He looked at her and threw out a sentence.
"..."
Between eating and making quilts.
Nanchu chose Lin Luxiao without hesitation.
Maybe when Nan Yueru came back, she might not even have the chance to see him. Thinking about it this way, this night seemed to be a gift from God to "the first love at the age of sixteen".
that night.
Lin Luxiao leaned against the window to smoke.
Nan Chu stood by the bed with his "worries" in mind, stacking the so-called "tofu cubes" over and over again.
The little girl is growing up fast, getting better every time, and sometimes when the fold is good, she is also happy, and turns her head to look at him proudly, with a look of begging for praise.
Lin Luxiao leaned against the wall, dusted off the cigarette ash, and glanced, "It's crooked."
The little girl's face collapsed, and she turned around and adjusted until the quilt was folded into a square and standard tofu block.
Only then did Lin Luxiao nod in satisfaction, choked out the cigarette and walked out.
The curry rice on the table was no longer edible. Nan Chu was not hungry anyway, so he poured out the rice, sat on the sofa, and took out the script to study. It was the first movie she would act in.
Halfway through, there was a white plastic bag on the coffee table.
Nan Chu looked up.
A takeaway, still steaming outside.
She turned her head subconsciously, Lin Luxiao threw the key on the tea table, and sat down beside her.
"What is this?" Nan Chu asked.
Lin Luxiao: "Aren't you full?"
"You went out to buy it on purpose?"
He raised his eyebrows, leaned on the sofa, and said lazily: "Otherwise, it fell from the sky?"
"Thank you." Nan Chu said.
Without much expression, he motioned her to eat quickly, picked up the remote control and started watching TV, Nan Chu put the noodles on the coffee table, and sat on the floor to eat.
Lin Luxiao glanced at her, grabbed the cushion on the sofa and threw it to her, "Don't sit on the floor naked."
Nan Chu: "..."
Obviously still wearing pants.
He has always spoken directly and is not a gentleman, but to Nan Chu's ears, he is very comfortable.
The pictures on the TV were still being cut randomly, and Lin Luxiao couldn't find anything to watch, so he asked Nanchu casually, "What do you want to watch?"
Nan Chu raised his head, and the screen happened to stop at a famous foreign book "Ten Days Talk". He took a breath and said, "This one, I haven't read it yet."
Lin Luxiao raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Nan Chu took another mouthful of noodles, held it in his mouth, and nodded without biting it off, "Have you seen it?"
Lin Luxiao shook his head, lit a cigarette, and pointed to the TV with his chin: "No, let's watch."
This movie was remade in Hong Kong, and many large scales have been cut out, so there is nothing left to watch, but the atmosphere of the whole movie revolves around sex workers, and some scenes still make people blush.
Nan Chu pretended to lower his head to eat noodles, and secretly looked at Lin Luxiao from the corner of his eye.
He leaned lazily on the sofa, leaning on the armrest of the sofa with his elbows, holding the cigarette between his fingertips, his long legs were slightly opened, and the smoke filled the air. When he smoked, he would half-close his eyes, then open his mouth slightly, and spit out Mouth smoke ring.
It really looks like a young man who is crazy.
Men are really different from boys.
Nanchu thought that when the boys in the class sometimes exchange resources in this area, they always have an inexplicable wretchedness.
But Lin Luxiao did not.
At that time, he was still between a boy and a mature man, with the perverseness of a boy but the calmness of a man.
I didn't finish watching the movie that day.
Halfway through, Lin Luxiao pinched his cigarette, stood up and left.
Nan Chu hugged the bowl of noodles, sat on the floor, looked at the screen with clear eyes, and just stopped on a classic line: "Although I drink, I don't indulge in it. I also indulge in desire, but enough is enough."
…
The car was parked downstairs in a community, Nan Chu's thoughts were pulled back, Lin Luxiao pushed the car door and went down, she looked around and was surprised to find that it was actually near the campus scene she was filming now.
No wonder Lin Qi asked him to deliver the tickets that day.
Nan Chu lowered the car window, looked at Lin Luxiao's straight back, and said to Lin Qi, "Wait a minute, I'll smoke a cigarette." Lin Qi looked back at her, and was about to explode when he saw Nan Chu's indifferent expression. I didn't say anything.
A cigarette passed.
Nan Chu watched Lin Luxiao enter a building, and a few minutes later, a window on the fourth floor was lit.
She casually pinched out the cigarette and said to Lin Qi, "Let's go."
A month later, the school play finally finished.
There were still a few crying scenes that were not filmed, but the director waved his hand: "Kill, kill."
Anyway, he didn't have the confidence to continue the filming. The crying scenes of those actresses were howling ghosts and wolves. He should have a schizophrenia while filming.
It was originally planned that Nanchu would have a one-month window period.
Unexpectedly, Shen Guangzong temporarily accepted a clothing advertisement for her. It was from a famous Italian brand, and she was designated for Nanchu, and the announcement was very tight, and she had to fly tomorrow night.
Nan Chu counted the days, and tomorrow happened to be the ninth.
Xi Gu was packing her luggage for her. Nan Chu hung up the phone and began to put on makeup. After looking through the wardrobe for half an hour, she put on a black low-cut suspender dress and stood in front of the mirror to put on lipstick. Only then did Xi Gu realize that something was wrong, and asked Her: "Are you going out?"
Nan Chu pursed his lips, "Yes."
"Brother Zong asked me to watch you, you can't run around."
Nan Chu didn't turn his head back, brushing his eyelashes in the mirror: "He told you to die, are you going?"
"..."
After Nan Chu put on her makeup, her low-cut little black dress showed off her figure, and the woman in the mirror had beautiful eyes, as if she hadn't seen herself like this for a long time.
Before leaving, she pinched Xi Gu's little face, "Let's go, be good, don't cause trouble for me, you understand?"
Xi Gu shouted at her back: "What are you doing?!"
"It's a shame."
Nan Chu shook the Concubine Dai's small bag in his hand.