Follow suit

Wen Chaoan took a few steps forward, and looked back to see that Lu Qiansong was still there, so he walked back and waved his hand in front of him: "What's wrong?"

Only then did Lu Qiansong come back to his senses, and held his hand in his palm: "It's okay, I just remembered something."

"What's the matter?" Wen Chaoan asked casually. As he said this, he was attracted by the silver jewelry shop on the side of the road. He glanced at it and saw that a master student was doing something there. It was like casting swords and iron in TV dramas. Can't stop watching.

Lu Qiansong followed, and the master buried himself in his work and ignored them. There was a young lady in the store who was watching a Gongdou TV series. While watching, she was talking to someone on her phone, speaking in a dialect neither of them could understand.

"Is it fun?" Lu Qiansong pointed to the master who made silverware to make bracelets, "Do you want one?"

Wen Chaoan nodded. In fact, usually he would not think about buying these things. It feels like girls wear them, and boys wear them weirdly.But Lu Qiansong asked him, and he wanted to buy it again, with a question of "Is it okay" in his eyes, and his heart flew into the store.

Lu Qiansong took him in to have a look.

There are bracelets, rings, silver bowls, cups, chopsticks in the glass cabinet... There are also many things that Wen Chaoan didn't know what they were used for. He walked around the counter twice, and the white light made the silver ornaments sparkle, dazzling. , I don't know what I want.

"Which one do you like?"

While Lu Qiansong asked him, he called the young lady in the store over. The young lady was still fiddling with her mobile phone. After calling twice, she reluctantly moved down from her seat, sighed, and stood there with her hands spread out, "Which one to take?" He said, and quickly quoted the current silver price.

Wen Chaoan couldn't decide, after looking at it for a long time, Lu Qiansong randomly picked two for him. The bracelets worn by the boys were relatively wide and heavy on the hands, but Wen Chaoan's thin wrists didn't seem suitable, but rather bulky.

Lu Qiansong found a small one for him, it was a fish head biting a fish tail, cute and cute, and Wen Chaoan was just right.

"That's a woman's style," the young lady pointed to Wen Chaoan's hand, "Have you figured it out?"

"It's fine, it looks good to me."

The young lady weighed the bracelet and asked what they wanted, Lu Qiansong bought one herself.There is no couple style for this kind of single-sale bracelet, but he chose a similar small fish pattern, and asked the master at the door to help engrave the words, and put it on for Wen Chaoan after the engraving.

"What did you engrave?" Wen Chaoan wanted to see it, but Lu Qiansong pinched his arm and didn't show it to him, letting him play first and talk later when he went back.

The red string and the silver ornaments were intertwined, Wen Chaoan stretched out his hand to the light, feeling that his wrist was so cute, he shook his arm, looked at Lu Qiansong, and found that he had taken off the watch.

"Does it look good?"

Wen Chaoan nodded: "It looks good."

Lu Qiansong rubbed his head, and interlocked his fingers with the bracelet-wearing hand, pulling him along the ancient streets and alleys.

The alley has the smell of food, but also the smell of the wind. Wen Chaoan has always felt that the wind has a smell, in the fields, on the trails, in the streets, in the city, at home, at school...

Sometimes this smell is familiar, and sometimes it feels like a heavy trace that can't be seen, but stays in time forever.

Wen Chaoan will remember these traces, and he will remember them after the same scene appears.

He held Lu Qiansong's hand, and there was a warmth in his palm that could not be ignored, that kind of touch was always strange, even if he let go of his hand, Wen Chaoan could still feel the residual, dry warmth.

Wen Chaoan walked half a step behind Lu Qiansong, looked at his shoulder and thought, maybe Lu Qiansong is also a gust of wind, which will leave traces on him like the scenes in his memory in the past.

It may not be visible, but it also has thick ink and heavy colors.

Speaking of it, Lu Qiansong's name was nice, and Wen Chaoan remembered it for a long time because of it. In other words, it should be some kind of "smell of wind", invisible, but something remained.

Thinking of this, Wen Chaoan was very happy. He used a little strength to hold Lu Qiansong's hand tightly, and he also got a backhand grip with the same strength.This touch gave Wen Chaoan the illusion that he was holding the wind in his hands.

Lu Qiansong looked at him suspiciously, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Wen Chaoan shook his head, with the corners of his mouth raised high, stepped forward to be side by side with Lu Qiansong, and asked him where he was going to play next.

Wherever the subway station in the ancient street sat down, it didn't take long before it became an online celebrity bookstore, which was quite famous and many people came. He should go there.

Wen Chaoan was obviously very interested in this event, his eyes lit up as soon as he entered the bookstore, he walked around every shelf, and he couldn't see any books he was reading, the unique smell in the bookstore was enough to make him excited.

Wen Chaoan touched the bookshelf with his fingers. Lu Qiansong imitated him and touched it. He didn't feel the pleasure of touching knowledge. Instead, he remembered the three days of waiting in the library for three days. But speaking of it, it is more of a sense of mental retardation——

Hold!Are you stupid? !

It's a shame...

Lu Qiansong supported his forehead, blushed slightly, thinking, if Wen Chaoan knew what he was doing in the library before, it would be too stupid to laugh him to death.

And toilet paper, didn't Wen Chaoan hand it to him too?

This kind of thing is too coincidental, so coincidental and embarrassing, you don't know who he is before handing it to him, right?

Lu Qiansong had never thought about this question before, he only knew that it was Wen Chaoan, the cutie who saved him, but now that he thinks about it, maybe people have heard him muttering in the toilet cubicle long ago and found out who he is The paper you handed over?

Wait...what did he say in the toilet stall?

He must have said something, Lu Qiansong thought suddenly, otherwise how would Wen Chaoan know that the people in this cubicle were out of paper?

Lu Qiansong covered her eyes, thinking resignedly, how stupid.

After this period of mental activity was over, Wen Chaoan had already reached the other end of the bookshelf, and Lu Qiansong quickly followed.

He had been thinking wildly, and when Wen Chaoan looked at him, he still had a strange expression on his face.

Wen Chao An pulled his arm and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Lu Qiansong said in embarrassment, who didn't expect him to look over, "There's nothing."

Wen Chaoan tilted his head to see what was wrong with him: "Really? Tell me something?"

"I, I'm allergic to books, is it alright?" Lu Qiansong covered his eyes, trying to make him stop reading, and patted Wen Chaoan on the back of his neck, "It's okay, it's okay, you read your book."

Wen Chaoan looked puzzled, blinked his eyes, and his eyelashes rubbed against Lu Qiansong's palms, so he withdrew his hand and pushed Wen Chaoan's back: "."

It wasn't that he was really worried that he was allergic to books, Wen Chaoan thought he had something inconvenient to say, so he quickly picked out a book and bought it, and pulled Lu Qiansong out of the bookstore.

He was a little mean-spirited, but he touched Lu Qiansong's face worriedly, and asked, "How's it going, are you still allergic?"

Lu Qiansong patted his hand off: "No more allergies, it's done."

As if he had discovered something novel, Wen Chaoan blinked, smiling all over his eyes, trying not to laugh: "Why didn't I know you were allergic to books?"

"Don't you know now?"

Lu Qiansong was angry and fierce, which made Wen Chaoan even more curious about what happened just now. Wen Chaoan pinched his face, as if he was usually pinched, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing? Are you angry? It's you Why are you angry, I just went, I don’t know why you are unhappy?”

He said "Yeah" on purpose, and hugged the book he just bought, circling around Lu Qiansong, a complete little villain.

Lu Qiansong suddenly reached out to stop Wen Chaoan's waist, and bit him on the cheek.

There is a parking lot at the entrance of the bookstore, and there is a piece of greenery in the middle. They are standing next to the greenery. It is true that no one pays attention to the two of them, but they can still be seen from the second and third floors of the bookstore.

Wen Chaoan was startled, quickly covered his face, and whispered fiercely: "What are you doing?"

"Are you 'ah' again?" Lu Qiansong didn't let go, and pinched his waist, "I bit you once when you 'ah', how many times did you 'ah' just now? Three times, right?" As if to bite Wen Chaoan .

Wen Chaoan was afraid of him, so he quickly hid aside, he would be chased if he swung left and right, so he squatted down, but forgot that Lu Qiansong was still holding his waist, failed to squat, and instead touched Lu Qiansong's lower body Hit it and make people fall on their backs.

"Fuck!" Lu Qiansong yelled.

Wen Chaoan covered his head and looked at him, only to see Lu Qiansong pressing his crotch with an indescribably distorted expression on his face, Wen Chaoan let out a "puchi" laugh.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Chaoan looked at him innocently.

"It doesn't hurt!"

Lu Qiansong glared at him like a ghost, the two sat on the ground looking at each other, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"What?" Lu Qiansong "hissed" and got up, "You're going to hit me so that I can't take care of myself."

Seeing him really hurt, Wen Chaoan obediently stood beside him and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"It's okay, I'm relying on you," Lu Qiansong pulled Wen Chaoan's face hard, and said indifferently after pulling out a blush, "If I can't do it, you have to support me."

Wen Chaoan said "Oh", looking at Lu Qiansong with sparkling eyes, as if he was talking, Lu Qiansong was so angry that he pinched the other side of his cheek, making two red spots.

"You're finished," Lu Qiansong said harshly, "I'll torment you tonight."

Thinking of the night before, Wen Chaoan blushed a little, and the blush from the two pieces spread out, like a small apple.

Lu Qiansong didn't expect such a reaction from him, turned his face away, and pulled Wen Chao'an's hand half angrily and half helplessly: "Let's go, let's go to the museum after buying the books, now there are few people at noon..."

Wen Chaoan stood there without moving, and suddenly reached out to hold Lu Qiansong's face, and quickly stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Wen Chaoan: "Does it still hurt?"

Would it be okay to kiss?

Lu Qiansong stared at him for a while, and finally said slowly, "...it hurts, why don't you kiss me again?"