Quick wear: Boss, he always likes her

The effect of what Shen Yong said that day was surprisingly good. Mo Niannian really didn't come over to provoke any of them anymore. However, she was still wearing men's clothes and could chat with the boys in the class. In the eyes of girls, "he" was still new. Jin school grass.

Zhou Lianyi and others don't pay attention to these, they also want a "peaceful" campus life.

As long as they are not allowed to perform "artistic performances" anymore...

As I said before, the Yan family and the Shen family have a very good relationship. After the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, the old man suddenly wanted to have a good talk with his old friends.

Maybe it's because as people get older, they care more about relationships.

Grandpa Yan called Grandpa Shen. Grandpa Shen happened to have this idea too, so he agreed.

This morning, Tingqiao was mowing the lawn and shrubs with his grandfather in the yard. In fact, there is a gardener at home, but the old man has no time to spare, so he simply lets the gardener do some of the work that doesn't require too much effort.

She likes to do art and pruned the bushes into the shape of ice cream, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

Mr. Yan couldn't hold back, "Qiaoqiao, what are you cutting?"

He really couldn't recognize the shape.

Tingqiao put down the scissors specially used for pruning shrubs and said confidently: "Ice cream."

Mr. Yan: "..."

He looked at the perfect piece of art he had cut next to him and said, "I should have told you to move somewhere else."

These two paintings are simply not the same style.

Tingqiao looked serious: "Grandpa, do you dislike it? Your granddaughter trimmed it herself."

Mr. Yan had no choice but to look at it a few more times. It was very good, but he still couldn't stand it. But in order to save face for his granddaughter, he reluctantly said: "...It's actually not bad."

"Oh," Tingqiao picked up the scissors again and deliberately walked to the bush that grandpa had pruned, "then grandpa, let me help you pruning it."

"Don't!" Mr. Yan immediately lost his composure.

Then it was silent.

Tingqiao calmly said: "Grandpa really dislikes it."

Mr. Yan quickly changed the subject, "...Ahaha, Qiaoqiao must be tired too. Go back to the house to wash your hands and eat some fruit."

Tingqiao: "Changed the subject."

Mr. Yan: "Hahaha."

Shen Yong came here with his family. The Shen family and the Yan family were actually not far apart, only one street apart.

Mr. Shen was cheerful as soon as he came over. He pointed at the bushes that had been repaired by the bridge and said, "Old Yan, you should really learn from the gardener. I really can't understand what you are cutting."

He thought it was Mr. Yan who cut it, so of course he couldn't let go of this opportunity to make fun of him.

Tingqiao was not here at this time, and went back to the house to wash his hands.

Mr. Yan's eyes widened. He must be talking to his granddaughter, "You are the one who has the worst taste. You can't even tell what it is."

Mr. Shen smiled: "Hey, you have such a weird pruning, who can tell?"

Shen Yong glanced there and hesitated: "Is this... ice cream?"

He feels like something a hearing bridge could cut out.

Mr. Shen laughed, "How is it possible that this doesn't look like..."

Mr. Yan nodded, "Yes, Xiaoyong still has good taste!"

Mr. Shen: "..."

Although he said so, Mr. Yan couldn't help but look at the "ice cream" a few times. Can you recognize it? ? Even if you have a rich imagination, you should think of something else...

Shen Yong explained: "Actually, I also guessed."

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After dinner, the old men chatted outside. Ting Qiaowo was looking for a movie to watch in the screening room. Shen Yong was rushed in by her grandfather and the others to accompany her.

There are several rows of seats inside, all of which are very wide and soft sofas, with blankets placed next to them.

The two of them sat on a sofa across from each other.

Shen Yong didn't have the nerve to sit close, and Tingqiao wouldn't ask him to sit closer.

She flipped through the film, dazzled.

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked.

Tingqiao didn't raise his head, "I'm looking for it. What do you want to see?"

Shen Yong stopped talking.

She was a little angry again.

So I clicked on the movie with the scariest cover and chose to show it.

The screening room became dark.

The air-conditioning was turned on here, so Tingqiao simply pulled a blanket from the side, covered himself, and nestled into the sofa, as if he had sunk in.

The two looked at the screen quietly and did not communicate.

The movie was dark in tone and the screening room seemed even darker.

After about ten minutes, Shen Yong pretended to look at her casually with his peripheral vision.

In the almost invisible darkness, the lines on the side face are very beautiful, and the eyes are looking forward intently, occasionally blinking slightly.

In fact, he was looking at her all the time.

Why haven't they reconciled?

When he was a child, he was always awkward, and when he reached adolescence, he became stubborn. It may be due to the strange psychology of adolescence. If he had a good relationship with a girl, he would be laughed at, so he never bowed to her.

Now in high school, although I have matured a bit, it has become a habit to fight against each other...

"?"

Tingqiao turned his head, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Only then did Shen Yong realize that he had turned his head to look at her.

At this time, the background sound became tense and exciting.

He was a little panicked in his heart, but he couldn't explain why.

He didn't speak, and Tingqiao just kept looking at him like this.

In her opinion, the milk tea he sent that day was a sign that he wanted to reconcile, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no follow-up.

Tingqiao was still holding back.

She didn't want to bow her head first.

It was obviously his fault for letting someone else touch the ceramic doll he promised to make for her first... Even though she was still young at the time, she couldn't just ignore it as if it didn't happen.

Shen Yong hesitated and said, "Do you want a blanket? It seems a little cold."

The background sound suddenly changed in tone, and the film's protagonist let out a scream.

Tingqiao turned his head and said, "No, I can raise the temperature, and I'm not cold either."

This bastard, this pig—

Very good. If he is still an "enemy" in the future, he should not be treated favorably.

She still looked cold and calm, as usual, and no one could see the "childish" thoughts in her heart.

Shen Yong had an inexplicable heartache. He always felt that if he lived like this now, he would definitely regret it in the future.

But what to say?

Outsiders probably can't understand why they are so awkward about things that happened when they were children.

He thought that more than half of the movie had passed before he finally said: "...Do you still want a ceramic doll?"

Afraid that she might not hear him, he moved to another sofa, sat next to her, and tapped her shoulder again.

"...What doll?" Tingqiao asked casually, as if he didn't remember it at all.

At this time, the picture just cut to a brighter section, and the faces of the two people were clearly visible.

Shen Yong's eyes reflected her appearance.

"I promised to make a ceramic doll for you when I was a kid," he said seriously, "I made a new one last weekend."

He paused and then added: "I didn't let others touch it first this time, and I put it away."

Tingqiao tilted her head and stared at him, "..."

Well, maybe it’s because I care too much.

Even if that matter seems childish to others and not worth mentioning.