Specific gravity

"I was thinking that you are like a little daughter-in-law, did I look like I was taking off the hijab just now?"

Cen Baiyan looked at Xuan Zhao's damp eyes, and for a moment didn't know how to react.

"Don't be stupid," Xuan Zhao saw Cen Baiyan lost his mind, and shook his palm in front of Cen Baiyan's eyes, "Are you angry when you say you are a little daughter-in-law? Okay, okay, then can I let you make it up? You also come to expose me Hijab."

"." Cen Baiyan's breath was stagnant.

—what does he mean by that?

——Let me take off his hijab, which means he will be my wife?

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the fluffy scarf from the net behind his head to cover the back of his head, and then raised his chin to Cen Baiyan: "Here, come on."

Cen Baiyan's expression changed slightly, and his fingertips holding the umbrella handle shrank.Xuan Zhao was keenly aware of Cen Baiyan's stiffness, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have crossed the line, quickly lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Sorry, I was joking with you, don't be angry."

He was about to reach out and straighten the scarf that half covered his head, but Cen Baiyan was one step ahead of him, and raised his hand to cover the back of his head.

Xuan Zhao paused, and looked up at Cen Baiyan, who happened to be looking at him straight up.

Cen Boyan held the umbrella with one hand, and supported the back of Xuan Zhao's head with the other. The black umbrella tilted more than half towards Xuan Zhao's side, blocking out the damp rain and fog.

The two little girls hurried past, complaining that it was really a nasty rain, the sound of footsteps getting closer and further away, echoing the huge heartbeats of the two people under the umbrella.

Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao fell into a subtle stalemate, Xuan Zhao clenched his fists, and finally took the lead in letting out a breath: "You—"

With a light movement of five fingers clasped behind Xuan Zhao's head, Cen Baiyan lifted off the scarf covering Xuan Zhao's head, and said in a low voice, "It's evened out."

Xuan Zhao opened his mouth and nodded after a while.

"I was joking too." Cen Baiyan suddenly turned his head.

Xuanzhao said "hmm", lowered his eyelashes silently, and when he looked up again with a warm smile in his eyes, he tapped Cen Baiyan's ankle lightly with a walking stick: "He is tall and big, but he is still like this!" Childish, let's go, it will rain heavily later."

Cen Baiyan stuffed that hand into his jacket pocket, and put his five fingers in his palm, feeling that there was still the temperature and smell of Xuanzhao on it.

He didn't want to admit that when he was holding the back of Xuan Zhao's head, he almost lost his strength for a moment and pressed the person tightly into his arms.

This impulse is like this winter's rain, menacing and unexpected.

"If you're sure you want to buy a pen, I recommend an old brand called 'Feiku'. We can go to the flagship store and choose carefully. There should be something suitable for your father."

Xuan Zhao beside him walked slowly but steadily, his shoulders were still straight, and he spoke at a steady pace, seemingly unaffected by the secret joke just now.

Cen Baiyan turned his head and let out a heavy breath.

Why does this cripple always seem to have such a good demeanor? He obviously didn't come to disturb me first, so why does he seem to stay out of it in the end?

Cen Baiyan pursed his lips tightly, clenched his hand in his pocket into a fist, and cursed inwardly!Is this joke too big!

Xuan Zhao accompanied Cen Baiyan to the non-ku brand store. Cen Baiyan didn't care about it at all, and he didn't know pens, so he asked Xuan Zhao to choose for him.

Xuan Zhao chose a fountain pen made of resin for him. The body of the pen is dark blue, and the cap is engraved with milling patterns of sea waves.

"This pen is very classic, and the concept is to travel around the world," Xuan Zhao patiently explained to Cen Baiyan, "The designer traveled by boat, from London to Mumbai, all the way across the Mediterranean Sea, and was inspired when he passed the Suez Canal, so he designed this pen. Pen."

Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, and asked suspiciously: "There is so much knowledge about a pen?"

Xuan Zhao smiled and shook his head, pointed to the position of the pen cap and showed it to Cen Baiyan: "Here, there are [-] waves in relief here, recording the total of [-] days in this journey, and each wave is slightly different. "

Cen Boyan didn't hear what Xuan Zhao was talking about at all, and his attention was completely attracted by Xuan Zhao's white fingertips.This cripple is so poor that he does all kinds of jobs, but his fingers are very beautiful, like the hands of a young master raised in a castle in a fairy tale book, suitable for playing the piano and various flowers.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Xuan Zhao poked Cen Baiyan's arm, pretending to be angry.

Cen Baiyan subconsciously made a swallowing movement, cleared his throat to cover up his gaffe, waved his hands and said carelessly: "Cheng Chengcheng, just cross the Dead Sea like this."

Xuan Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and corrected him, "It's the Mediterranean Sea."

The clerk on one side bowed his head and chuckled.

"I know!" Cen Baiyan's ears burned, and he made up for himself, "I made a slip of the tongue, right? This is the Mediterranean Sea, wrap it up for me, and make it more beautiful."

"Okay sir," the clerk folded his hands in front of him, "you pay with me."

When Cen Baiyan went to the cashier area, the smile on Xuan Zhao's face faded little by little.

Last night the nursing home called to say his mother's mental condition had deteriorated again.

She clamored to hold a birthday party in the hospital, the doctor asked her who it was for, she smiled very shyly, and said that Qian Shan's birthday was coming, and she wanted to hold a grand birthday party for Qian Shan, so that everyone All the celebrities in Haigang City knew that Qian Shan was about to become her husband, so who would dare to look down on Qian Shan in the future, saying that Qian Shan was a poor boy from the countryside.

Her memory was confused, and she went back to her early twenties. At that time, she just met Wan Qianshan, and she wished she could hold all the best in her palm and give it to Wan Qianshan. At an incomparably grand banquet, Wan Qianshan rewarded her with a non-ku fountain pen, which means "I traveled through thousands of mountains and finally landed for you".

How romantic.

Xuan Zhao looked at the back of Cen Baiyan who was swiping his card, and a secret pleasure slowly emerged in his heart. He couldn't wait to know what reaction Wan Qianshan would have when he received this pen that was exactly the same as back then.

When Cen Baiyan finished paying and turned around, Xuan Zhao changed into that gentle and refined look again, sitting on the sofa chair in the waiting area in an extremely refined posture, with his walking stick leaning against his feet.

"Okay?" Xuan Zhao raised his head and said, "Then let's go back."

"Don't worry, you can go shopping with me again." Cen Baiyan said.

Xuan Zhao stood up: "Shopping for clothes?"

"Give it to my sister," Cen Baiyan made random excuses, "Your figure is about the same as my sister's, go try it on."

"Ah?" Xuan Zhao looked down at his own Ma Pingchuan's body, and couldn't help asking, "Are you scolding me or your sister?"

"You don't care!" Cen Baiyan glared at Xuanzhao viciously, the more empty his heart became, the more fierce he appeared on the surface, "Will you go or not?"

"Go, go, go," Xuan Zhao bent his eyes in a good-tempered manner, "I'll listen to you."