Specific gravity

The next day was Saturday, and the rain stopped. Although the sky was still a little cloudy, it was rare to see some sunshine, and occasionally a few rays of sunshine came through behind the dull clouds.

There is a courier station 200 meters away from Harbor University. Xuan Zhao and Cen Baiyan made an appointment to meet here. Cen Baiyan originally wanted to pick him up at Xuan Zhao's home, but Xuan Zhao gently but firmly refused.

"Bo Yan, I'm a man. I don't need you to worry about me all the time, and I don't need you to pick me up on any occasion." Xuan Zhao said so on the phone in the morning. He was born with the ability to say anything. It was easy to convince people, so Cen Baiyan was successfully persuaded by him.

However, at this moment, Cen Baiyan was standing in the wind, his hair was blown into a mess, and the hem of his dark trousers was splashed with mud spots, especially when a passing little kid stepped on his short boots worth [-] yuan, Cen Baiyan finally couldn't bear it anymore——

"Fuck! You brat looking for a fight, right?"

The child is probably the son of a staff member of the courier station. He is wearing a festive red padded jacket, his nose is hanging under his nostrils, and he is holding a Doraemon balloon in his hand. After being threatened by Cen Baiyan, he became even more arrogant, and made a huge blow to Cen Baiyan. He grimaced, patched his other shoe, and ran away like a red ball.

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Cen Baiyan regretted it very much, it can be said that he regretted it extremely.

He should ask Xuan Zhao to pick him up downstairs in his dormitory!

The two made an appointment to meet at ten o'clock. After all, it was the first date. Cen Baiyan got up on time at eight o'clock to get ready. He went to the bedroom next door to get a bottle of big cock pomade. The effect was not good, so he went to the toilet to wash his hair; I ordered a bottle of mousse, but the effect was not good, so I went to the toilet to wash my hair; I got some hair oil in the upstairs bedroom, but the effect was extremely poor, so I went to the toilet to wash my hair again.

I washed my hair three times in the morning. Cen Baiyan is committed to creating an atmosphere of "I can tell at a glance that I attach great importance to this meeting, but not too much." I hope to make myself look extraordinary and handsome Chic, but at the same time not too deliberate.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally got a hair that looks messy and fluffy, but is actually chic and just right. The off-white sweater, dark camel coat and slim trousers make him tall and straight, and the trousers are tightened into short boots. With a wide waist and slender legs, Cen Baiyan was complacent in front of the full-length mirror before going out. He was very satisfied with his appearance, and he would definitely be able to fascinate the poor and crippled who had never seen the world.

Who knew that the wind was so strong today, and he would run into such a fucking brat, Cen Baiyan's body was almost ruined from the tips of his hair to the soles of his shoes, so he should let Xuan Zhao pick him up from the bottom of his dormitory, Well, you can witness his handsomeness at first glance.

Cen Boyan said in his heart that the lame man should be a self-reliant and self-reliant man in the new era, but I fucking don't want to!As handsome as I am, falling in love with that little cripple is already a blessing he has cultivated in ten lifetimes, so he should let the cripple pick him up and send him back and forth.

He waited here anxiously, and at 53:[-], a figure leaning on crutches finally appeared on the path ahead.

Xuanzhao was wearing a white short jacket with light blue jeans underneath. He looked clean and fresh. From a distance, he saw Cen Baiyan waving his hand and limping to speed up his pace.

Cen Boyan was still shivering from the cold last second, but this second he saw Xuan Zhao and felt warm all over his body. He strode towards Xuan Zhao, the hem of his crisp coat curled up.

"Why so slow, I almost waited to die." Cen Baiyan said.

Xuan Zhao glanced at the time: "There are still 5 minutes."

The brisk walk just now was already a bit strenuous for him, and there was a little indistinct sweat on his forehead, and his black and soft hair stuck to his temples, making his skin paler.

Seeing him panting slightly, Cen Baiyan frowned displeasedly: "Why are you walking so fast? Don't you know you're crippled?"

"." Xuan Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose, "Do you think I walk slowly or fast?"

Cen Baiyan clasped Xuan Zhao's hand with two palms, it was ice-cold, as if he had no body temperature.

He breathed into his palm, looked at Xuan Zhao and said, "You shouldn't have left, just stay at home and wait for me to pick you up."

He completely forgot that he was planning to ask Xuan Zhao to pick him up from the downstairs of his dormitory.

One of Xuan Zhao's hands was wrapped in the palm of Cen Baiyan, and when the two of them talked, their hot breath curled up in the cold air. Cen Baiyan just looked at Xuan Zhao's face, and the tip of Xuan Zhao's ears turned slightly red, as if he was not used to it yet. Intimate contact, slightly tilted head, distanced himself from Cen Baiyan.

"Is there anything to pick up? It's not like I can't walk with such a short distance."

"You can walk, you can walk, you can walk, who doesn't know that you are self-reliant, self-reliant, physically disabled and strong." Cen Baiyan covered Xuan Zhao's hands and glanced at him, "I'm weak Liu Fufengjiao, can you do it, I won't see you in a second My boyfriend suffers."

Xuan Zhao lowered his head and smiled lightly, he had nothing to do with Cen Baiyan: "You."

There was no one on this road, and Cen Boyan let Xuanzhao warm his right hand before letting go. Just as he was about to hold Xuanzhao's left hand, a boy walked up in front of him. behind.

Cen Boyan was startled, but quickly adjusted his mood. When the man had gone away, he took Xuan Zhao's walking stick and put it under his arm, and stuffed Xuan Zhao's left hand, which was red from the cold, into the pocket of his coat.

"Bo Yan, don't make trouble, return it to me quickly." Xuan Zhao said.

"No trouble, let's go, send a courier." Cen Baiyan said.

Xuanzhao didn't move, frowned, and whispered, "My walking stick."

"You already have me, what crutches do you need?" Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, as if this was a matter of course.

He put his right hand into the windbreaker pocket, and scratched Xuan Zhao's soft palm twice with his five fingers.

"I'm such a big living person," he looked at Xuan Zhao with a sideways smile, "isn't it enough for you?"

——You don't need that stick, you have me now.

Xuan Zhao was slightly stunned. He had been disabled for 16 years, and this was the first time someone said such words to him.

Cen Baiyan's cheeks burned unconsciously. He has five bluffing love experiences, but he has never done or said nasty things. A girl who likes him says "I miss you" to him. I feel awkward.But why is it so strange? When he was facing Xuan Zhao, these words and actions were out of control at all, and happened naturally.

For example, at this moment, his five fingers passed through Xuan Zhao's fingers, and they were tightly intertwined with his fingers in the pocket of the warm coat.

Tiny sparks ignited where the skin touched, and the tingling sensation crawled all over the body along the nerve endings, until it occupied the heart.

No wonder Ziwei hurt so much when Nanny Rong pricked her fingertips. An inexplicable association popped up in Cen Baiyan's mind. It turns out that the ten fingers are really connected to the heart.

"Help me, can you go?" Cen Baiyan turned his head and asked.

Xuan Zhao lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his slightly long bangs covered his eyelids, Cen Baiyan couldn't see his expression clearly, it was estimated that the little cripple was shy.

"I can walk." After a while, Xuan Zhao gently and firmly returned Cen Baiyan's hand, raised his head and smiled, "I can walk, Baiyan."

Cen Baiyan also smiled: "Okay, then I will walk slowly, you follow."

"Okay, take me with you." Xuan Zhao smiled and pursed his lips, his pale lips finally turned a little bloody.

"Send it." Cen Baiyan took out the pen gift box from his bag.

The courier tore him a slip: "Scan the code on it and fill in the information."

"Cough cough cough."

Just as Cen Baiyan took out his phone, Xuan Zhao suddenly covered his mouth and coughed.

"Frozen?" Cen Baiyan frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold?"

Xuanzhao shook his head: "I'm just a little thirsty, the way here is too fast, I'm suffering from the wind."

"Why are you blind?" Cen Baiyan gave Xuan Zhao an angry look, "Wait, I'll buy you a bottle of water."

"Don't bother—"

"No need, no need," Cen Baiyan said impatiently, annoyed by Xuanzhao's routine, as if everything had to be clearly separated from him, "I told you to wait, do you hear me?"

Xuan Zhao sniffed: "Then let me fill out the form for you."

"Success," Cen Baiyan responded without even thinking about it, sent the receipt information to Xuan Zhao, turned around and left, turned back and opened the curtain after walking out, and pointed at Xuan Zhaoxu with one finger. Next, warned: "Don't wander around, do you hear me?"

"Yes, I see." Xuan Zhao sat on the high stool and nodded, with a clear smile in his eyes.

When Cen Baiyan put down the curtain and walked away, Xuan Zhao slowly turned his head and said to the courier: "I also have a package to send, please give me another list."

A trace of doubt floated on the courier's face. Why did the crippled customer seem to be a different person when he turned his head like this, even his voice was different. He was mild and gentle just now, but now it looks like a layer of frost.

He was stunned for only two seconds, and Xuan Zhao knocked on the table with his backhand: "Thank you."

The courier let out an "oh", quickly tore off a slip and handed it to Xuan Zhao.

The addressee Cen Baiyan sent to him was Cen Jingxiang, whose address was a high-end residential area in Xinyang City, a neighboring city.

The woman's cell phone number, their exact address.

The corner of Xuan Zhao's mouth curled into a clear but cold arc. He first filled out a form for Cen Baiyan, and then filled out another form.

The receiving information is exactly the same, the sending address is Haigang City Xijiao Nursing Home, and the sender——Xuanyu.

Only by sending them at the same time can it be guaranteed that Wan Qianshan and that woman can receive this belated birthday gift at the same time.

"That handsome guy, what do you want to send? Documents, right?" The courier had just heard Xuan Zhao and Cen Baiyan say that they wanted to send some evaluation materials, so they took it for granted that they were paper documents.

"No," Xuan Zhao took out an exquisite gift box from his backpack, and pushed it lightly with his fingers, "I'll send this."

The courier brother routinely opened the box for inspection, and the expression on his face was even more puzzled.

Cen Baiyan wandered around the convenience store, the mineral water was either iced or normal temperature, or not hot.

In the end he bought two bottles of strawberry-flavored hot milk, returned to the courier station, and saw Xuan Zhao waiting for him outside the curtain from a distance, wearing a white padded jacket and looking like a white dumpling, he ran up in an instant, frowned and said : "Tell you not to wander around, why are you running outside? Hurry up and go in!"

"All the things have been sent," Xuan Zhao's nose was red from the cold, "I'll come out and wait for you."

"What is there to wait for!" Cen Baiyan reprimanded him.

"You are weak and delicate, and you will feel uncomfortable if you don't see me for a second." Xuan Zhao turned his head and smiled at him, hurting him with what Cen Baiyan said just now, "I want you to see me soon."

"Fuck!" Cen Baiyan cursed with a smile, unscrewed the bottle cap, and stuffed the plastic straw into Xuanzhao's mouth, "You're awesome!"

Xuan Zhao paused all over, with an unnaturally stiff expression——

Sweet.

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At the end of the last chapter, some readers felt that Zhaozhao’s impulsive behavior was unreasonable. In fact, it was a process of Zhaozhao’s self-struggle. In the end, Zhaozhao chose to delete the recording and play the long line.

The last part of the description was modified around [-]:[-] am last night to make Zhaozhao’s behavior more rational~ Everyone can go back and read it again~