When Zhao Yunuo passed in front of the two, the couple seemed to feel something. Their eyes staring at each other suddenly gave off a fire of the opposite sex. She, the girl full of hesitant eyes, finally lowered her head.

At the same time, she also stretched out her left hand.

The boy reached out his right arm awkwardly, trembling and grabbed the girl's palm. The palm of the girl was really small, and it suddenly fell into the boy's hand. It was just that he was a little dumb, holding the girl's hand, like a drunken man, walking towards Qinghe Bridge.

There was a strange flash in Zhao Yunuo's eyes. The big willow in front of him seemed to be straight and thick. It was the oldest witness. The couple would really choose a place to let this one stand under the Qinghe Bridge and guard the Qinghe The old man of the bridge witnessed their love.

but?

Girl, you seem to be wrong.

Zhao Yunuo muttered silently. Then she whispered softly in the mouth: "The boy was holding the hand in the wrong way, Zhang Zizheng said, asking for fingers to interlock."

The man stopped under the willow, but his thoughts rolled back a year ago.

"Hey, let go of me, so many people." Zhao Yunuo said unnaturally. This is a supermarket, not a remote alley where the two are dating, holding hands openly, too high-profile, too shy, although there is a flood of sweet water in her heart.

Zhao Yunuo's small hand was struggling. The more she struggled, the more Zhang Zizheng wouldn't let go. In the end, she had to clenched her fists, but found a little finger.

"Zhao Yunuo, why only give me one finger?" Zhang Zizheng's voice was very serious and serious.

Zhao Yunuo frowned, his blinking eyes blinked, and the long eyelashes were lifted up by the lower lip, and the air flow swayed upwards, looking very cute. I could not help whispering, "Well, it's good to give you a finger, so much nonsense."

Zhang Zizheng didn't give her the chance to explain. Five fingers spread out, and Zhao Yunuo's five fingers were clasped tightly, and she said, "In the future, you should remember to hold your hands together.

"Why?" Zhao Yunuo really did not understand why this careless man was so careful about holding hands. He had a problem in his head?

Zhang Zizheng still looks serious, but everyone can see that the corner of his mouth is rising slightly.

"Ten fingers are connected to the heart and fastened together. I'm not holding your hand, it's your heart, and you're not holding my hand, but my eyes."

"Why, it's the eyes?" Zhao Yunuo found herself stunned. She didn't expect this man to make so many famous people even holding hands. The book says that a man and a woman in love will feel an electric shock when they touch their fingers. She doesn't, maybe it's not sensitive enough, maybe she thinks everything is so natural.

Zhang Zizhen finally smiled, and patted Zhao Yunuo's forehead lightly with his left hand, and said, "Little fool, so that I can hold you walking, even if you close your eyes, you won't hit anything."

"you!"

What a beautiful picture, Zhao Yunuo swelled his cheeks but fainted.

The supermarket is large, the department stores are complete, and the flow of people is wrong. The two people holding hands walked up and became an obstacle to the shopping flow, but he did not mean to loosen their hands at all, even though their palms were sweating.

The palms are very gentle, and the sweat is softer. I don't know whose hands are sweating a lot. In short, they all like this feeling.

"You don't buy much, you can turn anywhere." Zhao Yunuo was finally tired of this feeling. Her heart was sweet, but she was really tired after walking like this.

"Yeah, it's because I don't buy many things that I'll take you through the supermarket." Zhang Zizheng's answer will always be so stuffy.

"Are you nervous?" Zhao Yunuo wondered whether this sentence was qi or joy.

Zhang Zizhen pointed his finger at the lights on the shelves and the ceiling and said, "I don't understand romance, but I know that there is light here, it is a world. No matter if the world is big or small, I will take you everywhere. The big world has our footprint, and the small world must have it. "

"You are so boring, hum." Zhao Yunuo's eyes were flushed, but she wanted to scold him more.

They didn't buy much, but they all were Zhao Yunuo's favorite foods, such as chocolate, milk, sugar cubes, and some sweet foods.

Zhang Zihuan did not understand why Zhao Yunuo liked sweets so much. Perhaps in his thinking, girls are like this. But he likes to buy her sweets, because she always speaks so sweet after eating in his mouth, and he likes this sweet.

Some people say that a woman's mouth is bitter or tasteless. How many sweets does she have to eat to tell you so many sweet words that can never be accumulated.

"My dear, you are so kind to me." As soon as I walked out of the supermarket and arrived at the parking lot with few people, Zhao Yunuo couldn't help showing her heart. She was really easy to be touched. He had the kiss to Zhang Ziyu. Impulse, if there are fewer people, the place is more remote.

Zhang Zixu's hegemony always left Zhao Yunuo with no chance to respond, so he kissed her lips directly and tough. She had no time to respond and had to cater, but the sweetness in her heart and the scent of a man passed through the brain with a deep kiss. She was a little soft, so she wanted to lie in his arms like this ...

"Because I care, I'll be jealous. You never expel. Other people's admiration ... How cruel is Jiu Jiu's affection. I don't want to gamble with you ..."

The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly sounded, and Zhao Yunuo was awake from the loss. The willow branches blowing in the evening wind seemed to be waving away from her, and the night swallowed up the entire ancient city of Luzhou, leaving only a little bit of starlight to the city and the laughter of passersby.

"Dear Dear, what are the instructions?" Zhao Yunuo answered the phone. She only called two people about this title. Zhang Zizheng counted one, Liang Lixian counted one.

The two things "first time" and "fate" are sometimes touched. For example, when Zhao Yunuo first came to school for the first time, she was called Liang Lixian. They were just a face-to-face greeting. A question about where to pay tuition reports. Then fate happened, and they were even assigned to the same dormitory.

Therefore, the first meal at Zhao Yunuo University was with Liang Lixian, and she slept with Liang Lixian on the first night. Liang Lixian was with her for the first time in the classroom. Everything was destined to be the best girlfriends. .

"Nono, miss you." Liang Lixian said.

"Then come to me, Miss Ben accepted you tonight." After hearing Liang Lixian's voice, Zhao Yunuo was in a much better mood. She was her best sister. Without Zhang Zihuan's intervention, the two of them were The happiest little angel.

"Well, I'm afraid your family is jealous. I just want to ask you, how do you spend Valentine's Day?" Liang Lixian asked.

Yes, another week is Valentine's Day. When I think of this special day, Zhao Yunuo's anger is unbearable, and he pouts, "Zhang Ziyi wants to work, and he will supply me later."

"Haha, that's great, Liu Yingjie just doesn't exist, I'll ask you, 11 roses, two bachelors." Liang Lixian joked.

"While going, whoever is your bachelor, your family Liu Yingjie is going to marry you." Zhao Yunuo laughed.

Liang Lixian hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's as if your family Zhang Zihuan didn't marry you. Xiao Nizi waited for me. Valentine's Day to see how I can pack you up."

"Anytime."

The phone hung up and Liang Lixian's voice echoed in her ears. If you want to describe Liang Lixian, use the words gentle, such as water, such as yarn, cotton, and silk ... and then use the most appropriate antonym to interpret Liang Lixian's whole person.

She has a fire-like temper, a knife-like mouth, an iron heart ... but she cares more about the person she loves, and her affection is more direct and deep.

Sometimes, Zhao Yunuo really thinks that Liang Lixian and Zhang Zihuan are a pair. When they are together, there is only one word-noisy! There is no victory, because they are all people who want to dominate everything, and their personalities are so tough that they cannot be refuted.

They quarreled very subtlely, and each time they faced red ears and red eyes but did not hurt their feelings. Perhaps there was their own reason. Often, Zhang Zizheng was the one who lost in name. In fact, they did not lose, they lost themselves.

The streets of the ancient city have lost their childhood colors, but the retro buildings on both sides still give people a dreamlike feeling. The tall red lanterns provoke the light of the street, but it looks so dim. Loving couples may feel comfortable walking in such a street view, but people who are not in the mood are walking on such a street, and they are getting more and more hazy.

It's already time for dinner, and the family didn't call her, proving that the parents' quarrel continued, which was the most difficult summer vacation she had spent in her half of her life. If she was single, she wouldn't feel lonely. She felt lonely because she obviously loved people but couldn't be together.

Ignorance of time, no sense of pace, and walks without any sense of direction will also come to this place, in front of the building of his own home, familiar places can no longer be familiar.

The night breeze was blowing and her long dress was flying. Although she was very familiar with the place, her disappointment was caught by a naughty child who placed a tree branch in front of the building door.

"Ah!" Zhao Yinuo screamed and jumped up, hurriedly looking at the wound.

Maybe people only think of themselves when they are injured.

The wound is not deep, but it is enough to leave a scar, and the blood is not much, but it is enough to stain the corner of the red and white skirt.

She was in a hurry, she was afraid of injury, and her heart needed to be comforted even more. She thought of her mother with some grievances. She knew it was immature, but she was a child, but with Zhang Ziyu she was more like a child.

Pushing open the door of the house, my dad was playing mobile games, while my mom was chopping up while doing housework.

Some people say that a woman is a collector of happiness before marriage, but a complaining vent after marriage. It is not that people change, but that life changes.

"What's wrong? Why are you so careless and you don't know how to take care of yourself? Dinner is cold. Come and show it to mom, oops, it won't be tetanus." Mom began to shift the subject of cricket over.

"Lao Zhao, your girl is injured. Hurry up and bring the medicine box, or take you to the downstairs clinic. Let's go and check out the clinic."

Looking at the anxious mother, Zhao Yunuo finally couldn't help the tears in his eyes and choked, "Mom, it's okay, you don't know that your girl's leg is scratched, so you won't be hurt a few times a year. unusual."

At the same time, her eyes were on her father. She looks like him, and really verifies the truth of her daughter following her father. She is used to her mother's care, and she needs her father's love more.

My father put down the phone and walked slowly. When he saw that the wound was just a scratch that was not enough to calculate the depth in millimeters, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Yunuo did not see any emotion in his eyes, and there was no trace of worry, so she replied firmly: "It doesn't hurt, I'll say it's okay."

She's not so sensible, but she doesn't want to reveal her fragility in front of someone who doesn't care about her, and she has a bit of hatred in her heart, just like the man who stared at the phone but didn't even get a message, all men Don't you understand women like this?