A young master lives downstairs in my house

Sure enough, the driver on the bus was probably a heroic character. He guessed that there were not many people on this bus, and the two young and strong guys came up.

The windows of the car were wide open. On the road with few people and cars in the old city, the bulky bus flew up. I silently hugged the bar in front of me in the bitter wind. For a moment, I felt that I was sitting on a bus. A sports car, the convertible kind.

Just as I squinted my eyes to feel the cold wind, Xiao Danran beside me raised her hand and buttoned the hat on my clothes. I turned to look at him. He was only wearing a windbreaker, and his whole face was a little pale. .

He showed his white teeth: "I'm not cold."

I turned around, responded casually, and asked him after thinking about it: "Don't you have a thicker coat?"

He thought for a while: "I just brought two of them, and I lost the thick one."

I always felt that there was something wrong with his sentence, and the second half of the sentence became more and more wrong, so I asked him: "What kind of coat is yours?"

"Brown, long." He gestured, "It's almost as long as my knees, so it's very cold."

I am silent.

Lin An, Lin An, it's fine if you're a pervert, you've left people with no clothes to wear!

After berating myself inwardly, I decided to return it to him as soon as I went back.

For me, the process of choosing a bicycle was not very complicated, but when I squatted in front of a pile of axles for half an hour without moving, Xiao Danran couldn't help it.

He stood behind me and called out: "Lin An..."

I hummed and continued picking parts.

Xiao Danran asked in a very tangled tone: "Don't they all look the same?"

I turned back to Ji Yandao and explained to him what kind of axles are equipped with different models of cars. However, halfway through the conversation, I looked at the question marks on his face and turned back.

After tossing and tossing until almost five o'clock, I pushed the fourth-generation bicycle and left with satisfaction.The four generations of bicycles have always been dark in color, and they are afraid that they will be ugly if they bump into each other. The main thing is to prevent Xiao from showing off his painting skills.

Xiao Danran walked by my side, I was very grateful to him from the bottom of my heart, he didn't mess around, it was the greatest comfort to me.

I'm in a good mood after getting a new bike, and I plan to ride it back by myself.

"Go back by car, or it's too far away." I said thoughtfully.

He smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I will push it back with you."

I:"……"

No, who told you that I'm going to push back? ? ?I want to step on it!

In the end, I wore a hat and pushed the car forward step by step.Xiao Danran still walked outside me, my face was expressionless and my mood was complicated.

On the way, he asked me: "You like cycling so much?"

I said yes."

He was silent for a long time, I felt strange, I glanced at him, but found that he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

There happened to be a car passing by, and I grabbed his sleeve with one free hand and pulled it down on the sidewalk. He walked in obediently, and asked again after a while: "Then do you like the car I repaired?"

"No, it's too ugly."

"........."

Xiao Danran lowered his head again, "No wonder."

I understood, and replied, "That car was not thrown away."

His eyes lit up, like a child holding candy, "Really?"

I thought it was a little funny: "Put it on the balcony."

He looked at me with pursed lips and smiled silently.

In the cold wind, I was stared at with fever on my cheeks, and added anxiously: "After all, I have been riding this bike for so long, it's a pity to throw it away."

The implication is, don't think too much, it's not because I don't want to throw away what you built.

Normal development should be to understand one's own duplicity, so that it will be logical.

But Xiao Danran is not a normal person, or because he has known him for so long, it is rare for him to have a normal brain circuit.

Master Xiao nodded after listening: "You really like bicycles."

I:"…………"

Is it time to change now?

I would rather you think a little more! ! !

Xiao Danran smiled again: "You like bicycles so much, you can still fall."

"You think I want to..." I glared at him, then sighed,

"Actually, I'm not very good at cycling. I'm born with a little physical incoordination."

Xiao Danran was curious: "Then you still like it?"

I explained, "If there is no accident, it will not fall."

It was an operational error that night, really.

Xiao Danran, like a curious baby, insisted on telling me the reason,

"Anyway, it takes so long to go home." He said.

I was a little speechless, "You still know how far away, but you didn't listen when I asked you to go back by car just now."

He said without thinking, "I'm afraid you will fall."

I buried my head down, afraid that he would see my reddened ears, and raised my head again when I remembered that I was wearing a hat.

It was getting dark quickly in the depths of winter, and soon the street lamps in the streets and alleys were lit up one by one, lengthening the shadows on the ground little by little.

Xiao Danran's nose was reddened by the wind, and her hair was a little messy. I couldn't help but ask, "Is it cold?"

He nodded without denying it, and continued walking forward with his pockets in his pocket.

"Why do you only have two coats... Buy a down jacket when you have time, I think yours is also quite thin."

After I finished speaking, I regretted it. I slipped my mouth, but since I decided to return it to him, I calmed down a bit and quickly organized a set of rhetoric in my mind.

In fact, I overestimated Xiao Danran, he didn't notice anything wrong, and replied, "I have a down jacket."

I follow the good advice, "Really? Then you don't wear it?"

He took it for granted, "The down jacket is too ugly."

Me wearing a down jacket: "..."

You say I don’t look good and I can bear it. What do you say about down jackets? Down jackets are so cute and heartwarming. What’s wrong with down jackets?

Xiao Danran perfectly explained what it means to have style but not temperature, and he also told me in detail why down jackets are ugly.

I closed my eyes and wanted to interrupt. If I listened to it again, I was worried that I might not be able to resist taking off my coat.

But he took the initiative to stop talking, "Ah, I forgot that you were also wearing a down jacket."

……

Thank you for your thoughtfulness.

So when passing the bus stop, I asked him to take a taxi again, and he said the same thing, thinking I would fall.

I said, "I ride slowly, I won't fall!"

He suddenly said, "How about I give you a ride?"

I asked suspiciously, "You will step on it?"

"Yes." he said.

I said oh, and refused without even thinking about it.

The man looked blank.I couldn't help explaining, "I don't allow people to ride. I was thrown once when I was in college."

The memories are too painful, and I am afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

He was puzzled, "Then you rolled over the bridge a few months ago."

I didn't bother to correct his description, so I had to say it was different.

He said again, "Then you carry me."

I:"…………"

In the end, we still pushed the car for the long march honestly, with distaste on our lips, but my heart was still warm, and my heart moved, and I asked him: "Do you really want to hear it?"

He was confused: "Listen to what?"

My forehead twitched, but I continued to explain: "Why do I like cycling."

He showed a clear expression, then nodded, "Would you like to say..."

"Actually, it's nothing..." I interrupted him.

I looked at him for a while, then turned my head, pretending to look deeply into the distance.

It's been too long, it really doesn't matter.

……

……

Speaking of it, my physical incoordination is real. When I was a child, I was taught to ride a bicycle by an adult. I suffered a lot. Later, I was reluctant to go up and eat shit, but I still have lingering fears until I grow up.

It stands to reason that I would not take the initiative to ride a bicycle if there is no need for it, until I was forcibly drawn into a club in college, and the back of that person was very reminiscent of my senior Bai Yueguang in high school.I walked to the booth unconsciously, and when I realized it, I was dragged by the other party to fill out the registration form.

I told the guy that I don't know how to ride a bike, and he told me that people just want to challenge themselves.

In order to convince me, he would ride me on a bicycle whenever he was free, and taught me how to choose bicycle parts.

He is two years older than me. If he hadn't repeatedly said that his high school was in city a instead of city b, I would have doubted that my old love would reunite.

But this does not affect our relationship. I mustered up the courage to confess to him at a dinner party, and everything after that was logical.

Even the cheating afterwards was so natural that it couldn't be more natural. He put his arms around the girl's shoulders, and his tone was as flat as saying that he was going out to buy cauliflower, but when he bought it, he found that he was holding cabbage that cost one yuan a catty in his hand. .

The senior threw away the cabbage rationally, and went back to buy his own cauliflower.

I didn't pay attention to him anymore, my face was extremely calm, and I used an anonymous id to post this pair of dogs on the school forum together.

During that time, I still swayed on the bicycle every night, and sometimes I was still a little unsteady, but during this time I really fell in love with the bicycle.

Just like some people like to ride a roller coaster, some people are obsessed with bungee jumping. It’s not that those people are not born with fear, but they found a vent, which later evolved into a kind of pleasure, and finally became a kind of enjoyment.

After being addicted to cycling, I had no time to take care of that person again, until one day my senior found me again and said that he wanted me to accompany him to the city to pick up parts.

I was in a good mood at that time, but the days after the dogs and men went to the forum didn't seem to be very easy, and I took revenge in the spirit of tit for tat, so let's forget it.So I agreed without thinking.

He stopped me from pushing the bike.

He said, "Let me give you one last ride."

But I was a fool at the time, and I somehow obediently sat in the back seat of the car.

Until the moment I was dumped to the roadside green belt, I was still dazed, my mind was full of question marks besides pain.

He looked at me condescendingly, and said fiercely: "Do you think I don't know that you posted that post?"

I blinked and sat on the ground without making a sound.After watching him ride away on a bicycle, I slowly got up, patted my pants, and thought,

This person is not him.

At that time, I was happy in my heart, but also vaguely uncomfortable.

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Lin An: He is my white moonlight, he is the cinnabar mole in my heart.

Xiao Danran:? ? ? ? ?