Chapter 133 Kissing Her in Front of Fifty People
It feels pretty good to live in the new house.
When the night was as dark as ink, Xu Cheng groped his way to the balcony.
Sit on a rattan chair, pour a cup of tea from dad's tea table, savor it carefully, and then overlook the flashing neon lights and dazzling lights in the city.
Such scenery is quite stunning, but more enjoyment comes from the satisfaction in the heart.
This year, 2006, he was 14 years old and his family had a new house.
For people who have experienced that era, their obsession with houses has reached an extremely morbid level.
Xu Cheng was no exception. He was originally a layman and owned a house in a prime location in the city center...
This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is more real than selling 16 website navigations.
My eyes unconsciously looked towards the northeast, and my sight was fixed on a brightly lit corner of the city, which was considered the old city area.
He took out his cell phone, and Li Qiuyang's chat box flashed. He clicked it to open it.
"You will never be a slave to others!"
Xu Cheng's pupils trembled, and then he looked down.
"For the Horde", "Power and Glory", "Blood and Thunder", "Victory or Death"...
The misunderstanding was cleared up, it turned out that he was playing World of Warcraft.
He replied with a sweating emoji and opened Lin Wanzhou’s chat box.
He moved out, she must be unhappy, how can I comfort her...
After hesitating for a long time, a message came from the other side first.
The porridge boss said: "Do you want to eat the buns outside the community? I can bring them to you tomorrow morning."
Xu Cheng was surprised.
He has become much more sensible and didn't even get angry with me...
He held the teacup with his fingertips, took a few sips of the warm tea, and kept typing with his hands.
Jinghai was the most affectionate: "You won't poison me, will you?"
The porridge boss said: "Forget it, I'm going to sleep."
Jinghai said affectionately: "Eat, two with leek and egg filling, and two with mushroom and chicken filling."
The porridge boss: "What a pig!"
While I was taking two sips of tea, another message came in.
The porridge owner said: "Our neighborhood is not bad, we have delicious soy milk, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks. You definitely don't have such delicious breakfasts there, right?"
Jinghai was the most affectionate: "Really not."
In fact, there is a KFC restaurant right next door. The breakfast tastes pretty good. You can have a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge, some fried dough sticks and a panini. Apart from being expensive, there are not many disadvantages.
But what she said meant more that she wanted him to go back and live with her.
It has been like this since childhood, always making plans that would cause the abacus beads to fall on his face.
He changed the subject, thought for a moment, and asked her, "What are you doing?"
Mr. Zhou: "I just finished blow-drying my hair. Now I'm lying on the bed chatting with you."
Jinghai was the most affectionate: "Really?"
Mr. Zhou: "What about you? What are you doing?"
Jinghai was the most affectionate: "I just took a shower too, and now I'm lying on the bed chatting with you."
The chat box fell into silence.
Lin Wanzhou hugged the quilt tightly, her face flushed and her heart beating fast for no apparent reason.
She suspected that Xu Cheng was hinting at something, but she had no evidence. She seemed to hear a small train passing by, and a "wu——" whistle sounded from the small chimney.
I suddenly felt much better.
He started typing the message on his phone again with his white fingers. Halfway through, he felt something strange and turned over and lay down.
Mr. Zhou: "When I think about you moving out, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."
Xu Cheng was stunned.
How did you start hitting the ball straight?
In fact, he also had a slightly strange feeling in his heart.
For many years, except for the summer vacation when Lin Wanzhou would go to her grandmother's house, the two could meet almost anytime.
I didn't realize this until I moved out.
It was like some kind of hint from deep in my heart that made me feel a little more worried.
Jinghai said affectionately: "I'm not used to it either."
Jinghai's most affectionate words: "Without someone to warm my bed, the quilt is so cold."
The porridge boss: "Go to hell!"
The innocent Pink Panther was beaten again.
The two chatted for a long time, from the composition of this monthly exam, to class gossip, to Harry Potter.
Although only four movies have been released, Lin Wanzhou has already read the entire novel.
She showed off her knowledge and asked Xu Cheng to guess who Harry would end up with after he broke up with Qiu.
Of course Xu Cheng knew it was Ginny.
Ginny's appearance in the movie was a bit hasty and was criticized by the audience, but it was a natural development in the novel.
But he still deliberately guessed wrong, "Could it be Luna?"
Mr. Zhou: “Absolutely not!”
Jinghai was the most affectionate: "That's Hermione!"
The porridge boss: "I'll beat you to death! Stop making random guesses!"
Ron and Hermione like this pair too much to be separated.
She told Xu Cheng about Ginny's story, and then she talked about the plot twists of the arrogant Professor Snape, how he went from being hated to being heartbroken, and she talked much more than the two of them usually did.
Jinghai said: "What you said makes me can't wait to watch the next episode. I saw on the Internet that the fifth episode will be released next summer."
Mr. Zhou: "Yeah, let's go and see it together then."
Mr. Zhou: "But... for next summer... I still have to prepare well for the high school entrance exam first."
Jinghai said affectionately: "Okay, remember the buns for tomorrow, and don't run to my house to find me like a fool."
Mr. Zhou: “Got it.”
Jinghai said affectionately: "Are you going to bed?"
Mr. Zhou: "No, I'm still waiting for you."
Jinghai said affectionately: "Is that so? Then remember to leave the door open for me. I'll be there in ."
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Mr. Zhou: "What are you talking about? I'm waiting for you to say that [poking hand]"
Poke hand ...
For some reason, Xu Cheng began to imagine Lin Wanzhou standing in front of him, with her head lowered, poking her hand pitifully.
It seems very cute.
"Lin Wanzhou, good night, sweet dreams."
Mr. Zhou: "Good night, Xu Cheng."
Mr. Zhou: "By the way, let me share with you one of my favorite quotes from the novel."
Mr. Porridge: "Harry kissed her without thinking, without preparation, and without worrying about fifty people watching."
Mr. Zhou: "I slept [night]"
The bright moonlight shines on the balcony.
Xu Cheng pursed his lips and read this sentence several times, then searched on the computer and read the paragraph again.
He had imagined that scene countless times in his mind. He had read this book, but he didn't think this part was particularly good. But when he read it at this moment, why did he smile and feel so happy?
Quantum reading may really be effective. He dreams about what he reads. He had such a beautiful dream at night:
Willow catkins floated in the breeze, and Lin Wanzhou ran towards him, wearing a long floral dress with a fiery and happy expression on her face. So, he didn't think, didn't prepare, and didn't worry about the fifty people watching.
He kissed her.
The surroundings became very quiet; some people whistled and some began to chuckle unnaturally.
After a few long minutes, maybe half an hour , or a few sunny days, they separated.
I don’t know whether quantum reading has any effect on Lin Wanzhou, and whether she is having such a shameless dream.
The moment they separated, Xu Cheng opened his eyes quickly. He had slept enough and felt full of energy.
Maybe this is what it means to wake up naturally.
5:49, even earlier than the alarm clock set.
The sun hadn't risen yet and it was only dimly lit outside the curtains.
I opened the curtains and saw a thin layer of fog outside, and a hint of white fish belly color in the east.
I opened the window, and the cold morning breeze filled my nose and blew across my body, giving me a sudden chill.
He looked far away towards the old town of the city, which was shrouded in fog. Only a few familiar signs showed him the direction through the thick fog.
He repeated the sentence quietly again, "Harry kissed her without thinking, without preparing, without worrying about fifty people watching..."
There was only one thought in my mind -
Now, immediately, right away.
I want to see her.
