Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

"Ah? You'll be 27 in another year ..." His words were a bit off-set, and he didn't react too much for a while, and soon felt wrong. "No, you suddenly asked me what my age was."

"I think you always mention it tonight."

"……what happened?"

"I didn't hear it just now," Duan Jiaxu laughed. "Now I hear it."

"what."

"What you mean, isn't it," Duan Xiaoxu's tone was loose and ridiculous, "seeing Qian Fei get married, do you want to get married?"

Mulberry: "..."

"What do you think at a young age?"

"..."

"Brother calculates your age. Isn't this finding that you haven't reached the legal age for marriage?" Duan Jiaxu said, "In another year, we will only be able to marry someone, don't worry."

"..." Sang Zhi put up with him and stopped looking at him, "I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Also, I will only be 26 in a year, what is 27." Duan Jiaxu said, "I don't recognize the older one."

Sang Zhi could not help but refute: "You are 26 this year, what 25."

"Birthday has not passed, it can only be counted as 25." Duan Jiaxu turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the neighborhood where Sangzhi lived. "We are older and sensitive to age, understand?"

Silent for a few seconds, Sang Zhi felt weird, and began to guess: "Is someone really saying you are old recently?"

Duan Jiaxu said lazily, "Apart from your little friend, who else can say that I am old?"

Sang Zhi paused, and there was also a snack: "I haven't said it a few times."

"Well, I have said it since I was 20 years old." Duan Jiaxu's voice paused, and said lightly, "I have never felt younger in my life."

"..."

It happened to be downstairs to Sang Zhi's house.

Sang Zhi quickly unfastened his seat belt, pretending not to hear him: "Then I'm going home, thank you for your approval. You will take a rest early on the plane tomorrow morning."

"Wait a minute."

Sang Zhi turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Duan Jiaxu reached out and loosened the tie around his neck, and suddenly took out a square box from the other pocket and bent his lips, "Give only New Year's gifts."

"..."

She thought he forgot.

Sangzhi blinked slowly and reached out to take over: "Thank you."

Sang Zhi returned home and glanced into the living room. Sang Rong and Li Ping did not return yet. She went straight back to the room, sat on the carpet next to the bed, and rummaged out of the bag the box just given.

It's a simple solid box with a logo on the center.

She reached out and opened the box.

Inside is a silver bracelet that looks like a fox. The two ends are the head and the tail respectively. They are connected by a chain, decorated with small broken diamonds and wrapped around.

The two letters SZ are engraved inside.

Sang Zhi put it on his hand and stared for a while.

Later, she took out her mobile phone and hesitated to search the Internet for the meaning of “giving bracelets”.

Sangzhi poked to see.

——A man gives a bracelet, which means that he likes it and will keep you for life.

Seeing this sentence, Sanzhi's heart stopped for a while, licking her lips and continuing to look down.

——The elders often use the bracelet as a gift to the juniors as a way of expressing their eternal care and blessing.

"..."

Fine.

The inexplicable mood became a little bit empty.

After a while, she exhaled and put the bracelet back in the box. She didn't think about it anymore, got up and pulled the suitcase, and started packing the luggage that she would bring back to school tomorrow.

In addition to those previously brought back, Sang Zhi took a look around and brought the set of cosmetics that Duan Xu gave away. She took a bath and cut a piece of cake to eat in the living room.

Then he returned to the room and lay on the bed.

Sang Zhi took out her mobile phone, adjusted an alarm clock, and then sent a WeChat to Duan Jiaxu: [Then leave at six tomorrow? Let's take a taxi. 】

Brother No. 2: [Yes. 】

Sang Zhi remembered something and asked: [Brother Xu, why don't you drink alcohol? 】

Qian Fei got married, and even she drank a small cup. He didn't even drink a sip. Sang Zhi had thought he would be filled a lot.

Thinking of it this way, she seemed to have never seen him drink.

After a while.

Brother No. 2: [Alcohol allergy. 】

Mulberry: [Oh, it's fine. 】

Sang Zhi: [It's not good anyway, it's better than I can't drink milk to eat beef. 】

As time passed, Sangzhi held his mobile phone and started to sleepy. With his eyes closed, he slumbered over. Before she completely lost consciousness, she suddenly remembered the words Duan Xua said today.

— "Give us only one, how can we suffer?"

At five in the morning, Sang Zhi got up.

It was not dawn, and neither Li Ping nor Sang Rong heard anything. Afraid of harassing them, the childish movements were gentle, and they went to the toilet and washed quickly.

When he came out, Liping came out of the room with a coat on.

"Just," Li Ping's spirit was not very good. "I and your dad drank yesterday and couldn't drive you to the airport. I'll call your brother to take you?"

"No need." Woke her up, Sangzhi felt a little guilty, and whispered, "I'm going with Brother Xu. He came back yesterday to participate in Qian Fei's wedding, and he returned to Yihe today."

"is it?"

"Well, you go back to sleep," said Sang Zhi, "brother drank, stop calling him."

Sang Zhi returned to the room and sent a WeChat to Duan Jiaxu: [Jia Xu, are you awake? 】

Duan Jiaxue returned in seconds: [Wake up. 】

She took it easy, sat down at the dresser, and quickly put on a light makeup. Sang Zhi changed her clothes, and then she pulled on the suitcase and went out.

At this point in time, the temperature outside was lower than expected, the blade was as cool, with a little moisture, and drilled into the bone along the pores.

Sang Zhi sucked her nose, turned out her phone, and called Duan Jiaxu.

Soon, the phone was picked up. His voice didn't sound like staying up late, coming along the current, Qingrun again and again: "Come out?"

Sang Zhi said, "I'm going out of the community now. Where are you?"

"This bakery is just outside your neighborhood," Duan Jiaxu said. "What about breakfast, did you eat it?"

"not yet."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Just have a sandwich." Sang Zhi thought about it, "I also want to eat an egg tart."

"Row."

Sang Zhi hung up the phone, his hands froze to a bit stiff. She narrowed her neck, took the gloves out of her bag, put it on, and continued to drag the suitcase slowly.

As soon as she was out of the community, she immediately saw the section applauding with a black luggage bag not far away.

Duan Jiaxu came over, handed her the plastic bag on her hand, handed her over her suitcase, and put her luggage on top.

Sang Zhi glanced: "Have you eaten?"

"No, I will eat in the car in a while," Duan Jiaxu said. "You drink a soy milk pad first."

"Oh." Sanzhi hooked the plastic bag on his wrist, took off his gloves, pierced a bottle with a straw, and handed it to him, "You drink."

Duan Jiaxu took it and smiled: "Thank you only."

The two waited for a while at the roadside and stopped a taxi. Sang Zhi sat up, handed him the sandwich from the bag, and then unpacked another package.

When Sang Zhi was about to take a bite, she suddenly noticed that Duan Jiaxu had no movement, but just looked at her with the sandwich on her hand.

"..." Being stared at him this way, Sanji was also embarrassed and he hesitantly handed him the sandwich, "You want?"

Duan Jiaxu took it over, his tone soft and almost ambiguous: "Thank you only."

Mulberry: "..."

baffling.

There are a dozen egg tarts left in the bag. Sang Zhi could only take one out and stare at the sandwich on his hand, looking a bit unhappy: "Are you going to eat two?"

Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."

He didn't say much about what he bought. But I remember just telling him to eat sandwiches, only euphemism: "Why don't you buy three?"

"What do you buy three?" Duan Jiaxu seemed to be incomprehensible, and spoke scornfully, "I can't eat three."

"..."

Sang Zhi resisted the fire and continued to hold the tart.

Not long after, Duan Jiaxu finished one and unpacked the other. His movements stopped, his brows were raised slightly, and he handed them to Sanji: "Eat?"

Sang Zhi was very strong and did not lift his eyelids: "Don't eat."

Duan Jiaxu: "Just eat an egg tart?"

Mulberry: "No."

"Why not eat?"

"I don't eat what I eat."

"..." Duan Jiaxu stunned, and laughed suddenly, as if with great interest, "Why do you eat food?"

Sangzhi drank soy milk by herself: "You can't eat it before you give it to me."

"Can't eat? A big sandwich like this," Duan Jiaxu said, "I can eat three more."

Sangzhi tilted her head: "Why didn't you just give me that?"

"Just playing with you." Duan Jiaxu's eyes were deep and bright, staring straight at her, calmly, "You and your elder brother, will you give me?"

"..."

The older the man is, the more shameless he is.

Sang Zhi resisted the urge to vomit: "You want to be beautiful."

"Would you like to prepare?" Duan Xia put the sandwich in her hand. "Then you prepare, brother waiting."

Sang Zhi was extraordinarily serious and repeated it seriously: "I said you want to be beautiful."

"Um." Duan Jiaxu laughed. "It's so cute that we only sprinkle Jiao."

"..."

Sang Zhi understands Sang Yan's feelings yesterday.

It is really that he can be so tight-hearted that he has no skin or face, but can't think of any way to fight back.

Sang Zhi no longer cares about him, puts on a jacket hat after eating the sandwich, and squints against the seat. She woke up early today and fell asleep before long.

When I woke up again, I was at the airport.

They went to get their boarding passes and chose two positions side by side. Sang Zhi still felt sleepy, and found another place in the terminal, and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

Duan Xuan waked her up at the beginning of the flight.

The position of the two was three consecutive seats, and the two of them were seated inside. Duan Jiaxu asked Sang Zhi to sit inward, reminding her to fasten her seat belt.

Sang Zhi found the bottle out of the bag, and the water in it was just Duan Xuo installed for her in the terminal. She opened the bottle cap and sipped.

Duan Jiaxu said to Sang Zhi, "Is it cold?"

Sang Zhi shook her head: "Not cold."

Soon, the person next to Duan Xuan also took a seat.

The man put his bag on the luggage rack. Later, he sat in his position, glanced at Duan Xuan next to his eyes, and soon regained his gaze.

The next moment, he seemed to feel wrong again, and looked at it again, staring at Duan Xuan for a while.

"Well, are you Duan Xuan?"

After hearing this, Duan Jiaxu turned his head.

Sang Zhi looked at this voice.

Is a man about the same age as Duan Xiaoxuan. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses with a clean face and a simple sports jacket.

"It's you," the man said excitedly. "I'm Yuan Lang, remember? We are both in junior high school."

Duan Jiaxu looked at him quietly without speaking.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and how many years have been calculated ... We seem to be at the same table before." Yuan Lang said again, "I think they seem to have had a class reunion some time ago. Why didn't I see you? This time I didn't go because my mother was sick. "

Duan Jiaxu retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "No time."

"So is it." Perceiving his indifference, Yuan Lang shouted, "Listening to Jiang Ying, your work is busy now, and you should make a lot of money."

After speaking, noticing the sangzhi next to him, Yuan Lang curiously said, "Is this your girlfriend? No, how did I hear that you and Jiang Ying are getting married?"

Sang Zhi was stunned.

"..." Duan Xuan obviously felt strange, too. After a few seconds, he laughed abruptly at the corner of his mouth, his tone absurd, "What did you say?"

"Isn't it? I forgot who I said ..." Yuan Lang was awkward, and said to Sang Zhi, "Don't you mind, I don't have the door open, just say so."

Sang Zhi reached Duan Jiaxu's ear, and whispered, "Who is Jiang Ying?"

Duan Jiaxu said indifferently, "The woman I met in the hot pot restaurant before."

"..."

Sang Zhi thought back, and some of them couldn't understand the relationship.

Yuan Lang next asked: "So this is your girlfriend?"

Duan Jiaxu turned his head and whispered something, Sang Zhi didn't understand it too much.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu turned to look at her again.

Sangzhi hesitated, "Then ..."

Taking note of her expression, Duan Jiaxu explained carefully: "It doesn't matter, and it's not an ex-girlfriend." He stared at Sang Zhi, his eyes stretched slightly: "Also, I seem to promise you?"

Sang Zhi didn't respond: "What."

"If you want to make a girlfriend," Duan Jiaxu raised his eyelids and said slowly, "I'll just show it to us first."