Sir, what if it's too cold?

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was already past the time when the lights came on, and even the street lights were a little tired.

Zhou Sheng turned off the ignition, and blinked at Xu Muran who was in the back seat: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, see you, Miss Xu."

He closed the front door behind his back, leaving the car silent.

Xu Muran watched Zhou Sheng's back disappear into a 24-hour convenience store, and then carefully moved towards Zhou Qing's position.

Zhou Qing fell asleep within 5 minutes after getting in the car, even Zhou Sheng's sudden brakes on the way didn't wake her up, obviously she was extremely tired.The moonlight lightly fell on her eyelashes and the bridge of the nose through the glass window, removing some of the coldness in her temperament, making her look much softer.

She looked at Zhou Qing, and thought of a sentence: good-looking people are ruthless.

Because there are too many choices, it is possible to pass through thousands of flowers without a single leaf sticking to your body, come lightly, go lightly, and wave your sleeves without taking a single cloud away.

And she in front of her was obviously not like this.Those who are willing to do anything for someone they have only known for a couple of days are not capable of such a thing.

Xu Muran hesitated for a moment, and sat closer to Zhou Qing.The gap between the two people was vague, even she didn't realize how ambiguous the distance was.

Her eyes fell on Zhou Qingxu's right hand holding the biscuit box.Just a few hours ago, that hand led her to run wildly through the safe passage leading to the overpass, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, led her on an escape that would not be remembered by anyone.

Zhou Qing's hand was not like anyone she had ever held - it was soft, but also slightly rough, and the feeling of the intersection of palms and palms left a deep impression on her memory. Thinking about it now, her heart beats faster.

Memory is a wonderful thing.Two things that are logically unrelated can acquire a different meaning because they are connected by one thing that is also unrelated.

In the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, Xu Muran repeated "Sunny Day" for three months.From then on, whenever I heard the familiar prelude to that song, that summer would come to me unexpectedly.The flavor of ice cream she was accustomed to, the handwriting she scribbled on the graph paper, and the touch of the carbonated drink splashing on the back of her hand made her feel in a trance for a moment, as if she was still the little girl with the ponytail.

So……

She stared at Zhou Qing closely.

From now on, what will she associate with this person in front of her?

Xu Muran pursed his lips a little, and hesitantly put his palm on the back of Zhou Qing's hand.

Like an hour or two ago, Zhou Qing's hands were still cold.She wondered, how could a person's hands be so cold?

The strength of her cover was very soft, Zhou Qing didn't wake up.

She twisted her wrist lightly, her thumb fell under Zhou Qing's palm, and the other four fingers tightened even more.Xu Muran slowly stroked the back of the white hand under his finger, feeling the faint beating of the light blue blood vessels hidden in it, his heart also became sore and numb, he couldn't tell whether it was thanks or guilt.

Thank her for coming, and apologize for her coming.

Thank her for going out for herself, and feel sorry for her for going out for herself.Zhou Qing doesn't need to come, Xu Muran thought.

She would never have thought that it was none other than Zhou Qing who appeared in that position at that time.

she……

"what are you doing?"

Xu Muran was taken aback, she was in a trance just now, she didn't notice that Zhou Qing had woken up at all.She pulled out her hand in a hurry, and put her back firmly behind her back: "No, I didn't do anything!"

Even her voice was trembling, she wished she could hit herself hard: hold on!

Zhou Qing looked at her noncommittally for a while, Xu Muran was even breathing tightly, for fear that Zhou Qing would notice something was wrong.

"En." After a few seconds, Zhou Qing finally hummed.

Thank goodness.

Xu Muran was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the sky did not give her this chance.In the next second, Zhou Qing leaned forward in front of her, the distance between them was even greater than before, Zhou Qing's nose almost touched hers.

She choked up: "Zhou, Teacher Zhou...I..."

My actions just now were indeed a bit... But, but, if we have something to say, we can talk about it!

Zhou Qing raised her hand and gently brushed the fluff off her eyelashes: "Your eyelashes are dusty."

The opponent's Weiliang's fingertips were about to leave, so fast that Xu Muran didn't even understand what happened.When she came back to her senses, Zhou Qing had already supported her chin and looked at her expression for a long time: "What's wrong?"

Xu Muran's cheeks were hot - she thought her face must be red, but fortunately it was night, Zhou Qing couldn't see clearly - no, shouldn't it be time to think about why Zhou Qing did this?

But Zhou Qing's expression was very flat, so flat that she doubted herself: Isn't it just a little action between girls, what is it?

She didn't continue to think about it, and cleared her throat: "Today... Thank you so much, Mr. Zhou."

After all, it is not a small matter, and I really have to thank her very much.

Zhou Qing obviously also thought of this question, she tapped on the biscuit box lightly, and made a crisp "clang" sound: "How are you going to thank me?"

Xu Muran hadn't thought about this question yet.She said cautiously: "This is of course..."

"No need." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhou Qing: "You don't need to thank me. Today's matter is my own initiative to intervene, and it has nothing to do with you."

"If you have to find someone to thank, then thank yourself, thank you..." She paused, "I ran so fast at that time."

Xu Muran burst out laughing.

Zhou Qing looked at her and said, "It's so late, go back quickly."

Xu Muran nodded, and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhou, call me if you have anything to do in the future. I will help if I can."

Since Zhou Qing has made it clear that she will not be thanked this time, she has to create an opportunity to repay the other party's love: even her own brothers have to settle accounts clearly these days, not to mention that the relationship between her and Zhou Qing is delicately between strangers. Between people and friends, it is always good to settle.

Zhou Qing bent her lips, and the arc flashed in the night: "Okay."

"Then I'm leaving, Mr. Zhou, goodbye."

"See you."

Watching her leave, Zhou Qing lay back on his back and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, Zhou Sheng came back a little frustrated, and complained: "I didn't bring my passport, and that store doesn't sell my cigarettes. Theresa you..."

He stopped in the middle of his words: Zhou Qing was actually performing a continuous movement.

She covered her eyes with her palms up, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.Zhou Sheng thought calmly, if he remembered correctly, the scientific name of this action is smirking.

Theresa was actually giggling.

gosh.Zhou Sheng silently drew an extremely non-standard cross on his chest, God bless.

As soon as she saw Xu Muran, Cheng Xuewei hurriedly left her seat and ran to her: "Last night you..."

Xu Muran knew what she wanted to say, quickly covered her mouth with his eyes and hands, and shook his head.

Cheng Xuewei immediately realized: This is a big office, and there are a lot of people talking. If someone heard that Xu Muran was at the scene yesterday and leaked it to the higher-ups with his big mouth, there might be more troubles.She blinked her eyes to show that she understood, and then Xu Muran put down her hands: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Xu Muran shook his head, "Someone came to pick me up last night."

"Yo," Cheng Xuewei laughed, "who can come here in the middle of the night, boyfriend?"

"No," she also smiled, "I want to find a boyfriend too."

Cheng Xuewei looked at her pretendingly: "I made a fortune by watching the stars at night, and I predict that you will leave the order tomorrow."

"Fuck you," Xu Muran thumped her, "It's alright, alright, do whatever you need to do."

If she remembers correctly (and it is impossible to remember wrongly), Xu Muran sat down at her desk and thought silently: For more than 20 years, she has been single.

It's not that I haven't met someone who confessed to her, and even a girl confessed to her - although Xu Muran herself doesn't mind whether the partner is a man or a woman, she declined them all.

The reason is simple, she doesn't want to settle down.

Xu Muran was deeply moved by one of the lines when he watched "A Chinese Journey to the West" for the first time, and he still remembers it very clearly after a long, long time.

Zixia said: "The person I love is a world-class hero, and one day he will ride the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me..."

At that moment, she decided that her future lover would also be an unrivaled hero.

But what about reality?Xu Muran shook his head, and laughed to himself, in a peaceful age, there is no such thing as a hero.

She got up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water. Before the heat had dissipated, she was stopped by a lazy voice: "Xu Muran?"

The whole office looked towards her, Xu Muran looked at the strange man wearing a badge in front of him, and subconsciously nodded: "I am, what's wrong?"

"Come with me." The man nodded briefly to her, then turned and left.

what's the situation?

There was already a whisper behind her: "Zheng Weixing? What is he doing here?"

"Who knows, why don't you go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do?"

"The newcomer was called out as soon as he came... It's just..."

Xu Muran naturally didn't hear everyone's discussion, she held up her glass in a daze, and followed the other party into the corridor.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The other party looked her up and down, and didn't even have an opening sentence: "I have something to say, do you want to come to our Evening News?"