Look at each other

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"Why do you have a sense of authentic warfare when you say that?"

"Hhh, in a sense, it's not that far off."

In the future, the sticky notes full of handwriting were carefully sandwiched between the pages of the book at hand, and I read it two or three times before closing the page with satisfaction. When I looked up, I happened to meet Xia Xiaoyou's smiling eyes, thinking of the idiot just now. She had a panoramic view of her behavior like this, and a burst of heat instantly evaporated on my face.

"You, have you seen it?"

"I can see clearly, clearly." She lowered her voice and said with a smile.

The temperature on the surface rose again, "Look, you'll see it if you see it, can't I keep a post-it note?"

"Row."

She turned around with her lips curled up and continued to work, while I started typing with a flushed face, and it took me a while to calm down and enter the state.Once I focus on one thing, I lose part of the concept of time. I only glance at Xia Xiaoyou’s tall back when she leaves the office, and the rest of the time I focus on converting the abstract story in my mind into a smooth narrative .It wasn't until Xia Xiaoyou returned to the office that I realized that her two consecutive lectures had ended.

I simply packed the canvas bag and walked side by side with her to the school parking lot to pick up the car.Walking halfway, she suddenly leaned over and grabbed my shoulder stiffly.

With the corners of my mouth raised, I said solemnly: "Didn't you say you want to have an underground relationship?"

"If you can't hold hands, you should do it by holding shoulders. I see that many teachers in the school do this." She seemed to be thinking seriously, and then let go of her hand hesitantly, "Is it really not possible?"

Her hand slipped dingily from my shoulder, and then I grasped it accurately.

"There are not many people on this road, so holding hands is okay. There should be some teachers in the school who hold hands..."

"No, probably not."

"Then we are the benchmark to lead the trend."

Hearing that she smiled with crooked eyebrows, I also became happy in my heart.We walked hand in hand for a while.When she was approaching the parking lot, she suddenly remembered something, and her expression froze, "What if we bump into Xia Bangyan in the parking lot like this?"

I squeezed her hand, which was interlocking with mine, and said casually, "If Uncle Xia finds out, this office affair won't work out, so I'll have no choice but to come to the door to propose marriage."

"It's only been two days since I realized how you can say s_ao so well... A slip of the tongue, it's the right words."

"After all, the Chinese literacy is still there." I winked at her, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"How can you be sure that I must need your teaching?"

We chatted all the way to the parking lot. Fortunately, we didn't bump into Mr. Xia in the parking lot.In fact, half of what I said just now was to reassure Xia Xiaoyou, and the other half was truth to some extent. If there was no external impetus, I don't know how long I would have delayed the exposure of this relationship. Be prepared to make choices.

And Xia Xiaoyou didn't seem to be aware of my entanglement, or she was aware of it and just hoped that I could make my own choice.

I looked at Xia Xiaoyou's side face focused on driving, and a sense of guilt welled up, but I couldn't even tell whether the guilt was for Xia Xiaoyou or my mother.Did I just blindly like and be with Xia Xiaoyou without realizing anything?

Maybe it was because the voice of his thoughts was too loud, Xia Xiaoyou seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look at me, and asked softly: "Is there something on my face? You are staring at me like this."

"Yes, I have two nice eyebrows, a pair of nice eyes, a nice nose, and two nice lips."

"It's amazing, it can't be compared, it can't be compared."

Looking at her rapidly flushed face, those annoying thoughts were finally squeezed out of her mind bit by bit.

"I don't think this is the direction to go home. Are you eating out tonight?"

"Um, can you?"

"Yes, but your injuries still need to be recuperated, and your diet should be light. The dishes in restaurants are generally heavy in seasoning."

"Then can't we go to the western restaurant?"

"Do you have to go to a western restaurant?"

"Yeah, I don't have to go." She scratched the back of her head with a dry smile, and said quickly: "Then let's go to the mall to buy some vegetables and go home. There is no food left at home."

I noticed that the question just now made her inexplicably nervous, and I guessed her intention of going to the western restaurant after turning a corner in my mind, so I was not too surprised when she said in the restaurant that she wanted to buy candlesticks and candles.

Sure enough, after I put the dishes on the table, Xia Xiaoyou turned off all the lights in the room, and lit the candle holder, and put the candle holder on the marble dining table, between us.I held back a smile and watched her indescribable expression reflected by the dim candlelight. After a long silence, she finally couldn't bear to turn on the light. She went back to the dining table and put out the candles, then removed the candlestick.

Watching her angrily complete this series of actions, I finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

She raised her eyes and glanced at me, poking the rice in the bowl sullenly with the chopsticks in her hand like a child, and said in a muffled voice: "Sure enough, people are lying on TV, and putting a candlestick on the dining table is not romantic at all." , it’s like acting in a horror movie.”

"So it's not romantic enough to have me sitting across from you?"

She blushed and hesitated for a while when she heard the words, "You are a proposition. Romance is romance, but I always think about being more romantic, such as piano music in the background, warm yellow candlelight in the lighting, etc. .”

"That's why you want to go to a western restaurant? So you don't like my cooking either?"

She turned her head into a rattle, and hurriedly explained: "No, it's not! I just want to celebrate that we are together, and it seems like it's troublesome for you to cook."

"You've already said that we're together, so why bother?"

"I used to think that liking someone meant giving, catering to her preferences, and not making demands. Isn't this kind of thinking wrong?" She tilted her head and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

I have always thought that there is a kind of magic in her eyes that can always make me soft somewhere in my heart, and my voice can't help but soften, "But I also want to do something for you, if you don't tell me anything, Wouldn't that deprive me of the opportunity to treat you well? Besides, this is not a request, nor a trouble, it can only be said to be an expectation, and I like you, so naturally I want to meet your expectations. You can Give me a chance to meet your expectations?"