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"Tsk." Fang Jirong thought it was funny, Jiu'er and Duan Jiakang had the same brain circuit, and could never hear the point, "Do you care about anything or me?"

Jiu'er pursed her lips, said goodbye to Fang Jirong in a low voice, and then groped her way up the stairs.

Chiu'er was dawdling, but Fang Jirong told him not to go to Ren Kuan's restaurant, but he didn't have the courage, so he hid behind a tree trunk, facing the direction of Ren Kuan's restaurant.

He couldn't "look around", afraid of being seen by others, so he could only stand secretly, not daring to show his head casually.

He is very obedient, and his thoughts are very simple. He didn't dare to disturb him, and he was afraid of being forgotten by Ren Kuan, so he chose the most clumsy way.

It would be great if I could see it myself, Jiu'er thought so.Then the way he obtains information will be more direct, he can see Ren Kuan's expression, and he knows where the boundary between him and Ren Kuan lies.

He would obediently stand by Lei Chi's side, keeping a comfortable distance from Ren Kuan.

But he couldn't see it, not only couldn't he see Ren Kuan's expression, he didn't know whether the place he was standing now would affect Ren Kuan, he couldn't find a suitable position for him.

It is obviously a very simple matter, but it will become extremely difficult for a blind person.

Leek picks the bark and rubs his forehead against the tree trunk. Human desire is terrible. Curiosity drives Leek forward. This instinct can only be restrained by strong willpower.

In the morning, there were a lot of people in the store, and they were so busy that Ren Kuan had no time to get distracted, so he just wanted to take advantage of the busy time to take care of Jiu'er's affairs.

Xiao Sun went up and down two or three times to deliver food. Such a big person stood there very conspicuously, and the tree trunk with the thickness of his calf couldn't block it at all.

He stood at the door and watched for a while, wondering if he should tell Ren Kuan. After all, Ren Kuan hadn't been to the massage club much recently, and he didn't deliver the meals himself. He was even ordered to deliver meals to Jiu'er several times.

The store was so busy that his feet didn't touch the floor, Ren Kuan pinched his cigarette and saw Xiao Sun was still looking, and scolded: "Xiao Sun, what are you doing?"

"Boss..." Xiao Sun turned his head and pointed to Jiu'er not far away, "He's been standing there for quite a while."

After the oil and water mixed, there was a sizzling sound, and the black and white oily smoke rose up. Ren Kuan couldn't see clearly through the oily smoke, but he was too familiar with that slender figure.

He lowered his head and picked up the wok, took out all the fried vegetables, and said in a low voice: "Leave him alone, stand for a while and know how to go."

Jiu'er is very stupid, he knows how to hide, but he doesn't know that the tree trunk can't hide him, he wants to be discovered by Ren Kuan, but he is afraid of being discovered by Ren Kuan, his likes and dislikes are so straightforward, and he doesn't know how to hint at all.

What love is restraint, liking is indulgence, it doesn't work here in Jiu'er, he obeys instinct.

If Ren Kuan doesn't come to him, he can go to him. No matter how far Ren Kuan detours and how slow Jiuer is to keep up, the two will meet at the end.

The business of the massage club is not very good, and Wang Rui doesn't care too much recently, but the fortune teller has to open the door to do business.

The location under the tree is near the center of the stairs. Usually, several fortune tellers would fight for the territory. Today, the half-blind fortune teller saw Jiuer sticking there, and pushed people away impatiently.

"Let's go, Jiu'er, what are you doing here? Don't get in the way of my business."

The guide stick on the table, bench, and blind was crackled by the fortune teller, and Jiu'er shook his shoulders, and quickly stepped aside, but the fortune teller was still dissatisfied.

"Don't stick around here, hurry back to your store, Wang Rui will curse again later."

Jiu'er didn't want to leave, and muttered, "There's no business in the shop right now."

The voice of the fortune-telling was so loud, afraid that the neighbors would not be able to hear it, afraid that it would scare Jiu'er away, Jiu'er took a few steps back with his head in his arms, and begged, "I can't stay away from you..."

If he shouted so loudly again, Ren Kuan should have heard and seen it.

In fact, regardless of whether the fortune-telling voice was loud or not, Ren Kuan's heart, which had been so hard to calm down, began to turmoil again from the time when his little grandson said that Jiu'er was standing there.

He thought that if he didn't see Liu'er, many things could be treated as if they never happened. He didn't believe that there was no time to settle the injustice, but he believed it now.

When he came home at night, when he closed his eyes, he looked like a leek. Those clever and pitiful expressions, like a slide show, reminded him all the time that someone was silently waiting for him.

Waiting is the most useless and longest thing, and Jiu'er is using this silent company to compete with him.

Ren Kuan looked at Jiu'er's direction from the corner of his eye, and the fortune teller seemed to be relentless, cursing, "Don't stand in the way of my business here." reclined.

Ren Kuan's frown deepened, this little thing was a bit resigned, he didn't know how to resist, and he didn't know how to fight for himself, so he stood back and still didn't leave.

What's the use of dying here?As long as I don't take the initiative to step forward and ask, Jiu'er will have nothing to do even if I stand through the ground.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" After all, he is a person who can see the light, and his words and actions are superior to Jiu'er, and he wanted to hit Jiu'er on the head with a blind guide stick.

"Bang Dang", Ren Kuan threw away the spatula in his hand, Liu'er can't hide, it may be very painful, it will make Jiu'er memory, and Liu'er will run away in fear, so that he doesn't have to worry .

But Ren Kuan didn't want to see him hurt.

"Jiuer!" Ren Kuan took big strides, showing no emotion on his face.

Upon hearing Ren Kuan's voice, the fortune teller shyly withdrew his hands and lowered his head to fiddle with the bench.

Jiu'er was stunned, he hadn't heard Ren Kuan call his name loudly for a long time, the familiar feeling rushed to his face, made his eyes heat up, he wanted to cry, he understood what is lost and found, maybe he said this too early Some, but he still couldn't control the throbbing in his heart.

Jiu'er's eyes were shining brightly, reminding Ren Kuan that he cared about his relationship with him very much, and a single word from him could make Jiu'er's eyes fill with tears.

In the past, Ren Kuan would ask himself why, and would find excuses for Jiuer, but it was not liking, but dependence.

Lovely, dear, which one is not born from dependence.

Not only did Ren Kuan have no confidence in himself, but he was also afraid that Mao'er might not be clear about it.

Before Ren Kuan could figure it out, he had already walked up to Jiu'er, stretched out his big hand, and pulled her in front of him, "Why are you standing here?"

Fang Jirong's words were still echoing in his mind, he told Ren Kuan that he was hungry, and Ren Kuan had no reason to refuse him.

Jiu'er opened his mouth, and then bit his upper lip, his mouth shrunken like a child who was ready to cry at any time.

The shop was still busy, Ren Kuan didn't have time to look at Jiu'er hesitantly, "It's okay..."

"I want to see you..." At some point, Jiu'er's little hand grabbed Ren Kuan's apron.

Ren Kuan's breathing was stagnant, and there was such a thing as lingering affection, you come and go, but you just don't know how to tell it.

Hints and ambiguities will become catalysts because of the similarity between the two, and will also give people the opportunity to pretend to be stupid, and they will pretend not to understand.

But Jiu'er's straight ball made it impossible for Ren Kuan to pretend to be stupid.

Wanting to look at myself, this kind of words sound too sad, I can't see it.