Pretend to be nice

In the evening of September, the wind blew through the lush treetops of sycamore trees, and the birds sang leisurely, celebrating the rare coolness. The ground that had just rained still had moisture that had not evaporated, but the stone table under the tree was It was already full of people.

A group of gray-haired old men with different expressions, frowning, hands behind their backs, stroking their beards, and squinting with glasses, all surrounded the yellow wooden chessboard with many cracks on the stone table and pondered.

Opposite Li Qinghe was an old urchin wearing a white undershirt, shaking a big cattail fan, squinting and smiling.

The old urchin squatted on the stone chair, looked at Li Qinghe who was in deep thought, his face was full of complacency, and he said mercilessly, "Qinghe, you have been thinking about it for a long time, do you want to make a big move?" Scared your Grandpa Xia?"

The light spots cast by the leaves were reflected on Li Qinghe Qingyi's face. She squatted on the stone chair with distressed face. This group of uncles personally taught them by example, saying that this is the correct posture for playing chess, and it is easier to get With Wen Quxing's attention, it is easier to learn chess.

Although Li Qinghe thought it was just a feudal superstition, he couldn't bear the staring eyes of a group of old men, so he should squat or have to squat, just treat it as compulsory education and leave her temporarily, after all, respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional Chinese virtue, isn't it?

She touched her chin, pursed the corners of her mouth, her eyes were fixed on the chessboard, thinking about the chance of a flop.

Of course, how could a little stinky chess player taught by a group of stinky chess players come up with any results.

Li Qinghe's mind went blank, he still didn't understand what happened, and he was about to end in a fiasco.

With a slightly cool hand on her shoulder, Li Qinghe's body trembled, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of eyes with autumn water softly looking at her.The waist-length blue hair ran across her raised jaw, and the exclusive cold fragrance surrounded the tip of her nose.

"The reinforcements are coming again", the old man Xia on the opposite side looked down, seeing that the good situation was about to leave him, he tried to redeem himself with heartache: "It's a real gentleman to watch chess without saying a word".

Li Qinghe could make his wish come true, he smiled back and said: "This group of grandpas are also your rescuers, you are a group of two, it's not a loss."

After watching this chess game, Lin Gu'an could only say that he was pecking at each other, laughing at fifty moves, and taught Li Qinghe, who had begun to feel complacent, to take a few moves in a low voice, and saved his disadvantage.

Now he turned into old man Xia who was on the opposite side in contemplation, and the surrounding old men continued to frown, with their hands behind their backs, stroking their beards, and squinting their eyes with their glasses on.

Li Qinghe's eyebrows and eyes were trembling, and even the spots on his face were shaking.

Lin Gu'an patted her, trying to make her calm down, but Li Qinghe subconsciously grabbed the hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

Lin Gu'an didn't expect that she would do this, and suddenly forgot to take back her hand.

Li Qinghe came to his senses and let go of his hand immediately.

Looking around with a guilty conscience, everyone was looking at the chessboard, didn't notice this side, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He still wanted to turn his head to look at Lin Gu'an, but worried that it would be too obvious, so he lowered his head and rubbed his itchy palm with his thumb.

Lin Gu'an's face was flat, and he let go of the hand on her shoulder naturally.

Seeing Li Qinghe's red earlobes from the corner of his eye, he looked away and indulged Li Qinghe's small movements.

This year's Nancheng has ushered in the rainy season, which is one month late. The whole month has been extremely grueling, and the rain has continued. It seems that the whole year's rain is about to end. A heavy rain just fell a few hours ago. It started to rain.

The old man Xia looked pleasantly surprised, quickly put the chess in the bag, and shouted: "Why is this rain so ignorant, I have already figured out how to play it."

With a big wave of his hand, all the chess games that Lin Guan had just won were put into the bag, and he quickly shouted: "Everyone, hurry up, it's going to rain heavily."

They are all old partners who often play chess together. They cooperated tacitly and did not expose the old man Xia. They walked tacitly and yelled: "Yes, yes, it's a pity, I thought of it too", and they all dispersed after a few strokes.

Li Qinghe was young and inexperienced, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything.

Lin Gu'an could only pat the idiot to wake him up, and dragged her back.

The rain was fast and heavy, and the raindrops were like marbles. After only a short distance, most of the clothes of the two of them were wet.

Li Qinghe opened the door of the house and kept urging Lin Guan to take a bath and change clothes.

Lin Guan was wearing a large smoke gray suit today. The linen white shirt was loosely tucked into the smoke gray suit wide-leg pants. The front three buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a delicate straight collarbone. It looks casual and sexy.

Li Qinghe knelt down on one knee, found her slippers and handed them to her feet. Seeing that the person leaning on the shoe cabinet didn't respond for a long time, he looked up again.

The shirt was wet from the rain, and it stuck to the skin, outlining a circular arc.

Li Qinghe was stunned.

Lin Gu'an pretended not to notice, and pushed his hair behind his ears, leaning on the shoe cabinet with one hand, bending over to change his shoes.

The two were so close that their faces were almost touching. Li Qinghe's breath was hot, and he smelled the cold fragrance again.

From the corner of the eye, I saw that the shirt, which exposed a large area of ​​skin, was opened wide, and the black lace wrapped the arc.

Li Qinghe's throat moved.

Lin Guan changed his shoes, got up and went to the room to get clothes.

Li Qinghe maintained that posture, his mind was full of just arriving in the room, and his earlobe was red with blood dripping.

When Lin Guan came out with the clothes in his arms, he saw that she was still squatting, so he could only say, "Where are you counting ants? Go and change your clothes."

Li Qinghe came back to his senses, hurriedly answered, and hurriedly changed his shoes.

Lin Gu'an just turned around and went into the bathroom, when he heard a bang and a patient cry of pain.

Lin Gu'an was silent for a while, thinking that the child is still too young to be teased.

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The bath was not long, but within ten minutes Lin Guan came out after wiping his hair.

Li Qinghe had already changed into loose home clothes and was cooking ginger soup in the kitchen.

When she came out, it wasn't cooked yet, so Li Qinghe had to give her the spoon, and then went in to take a bath by himself.

The heat in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and the air was filled with the cold fragrance of the man's body. He took off his shoes and stepped on the wet tiles with bare feet.

Li Qinghe lowered his head and his eyes were dark, jealous of the water droplets that once swam on her body for no reason.

The bathroom sounded again.

Lin Gu'an poured the ginger soup into the bowls, and it was exactly two bowls full. I don't know how the child calculated it, so accurate.

She brought ginger soup to the living room, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, blowing her hair slowly, waiting for Li Qinghe to call for help.

That's right, she just watched Li Qinghe rush into the bathroom empty-handed, and didn't remind her to get the bath towel in spite of her evil intentions.

The sound of the water stopped, and the crisp bells rang again and again, only to hear the child hesitantly say: "Sister," the voice was very soft, if Lin Gu'an hadn't been paying attention to this side, he would have ignored this small cry

Lin Guan, who had been prepared for a long time, was still dazed. Li Qinghe looked mature, but he was actually awkward like a child. After that night, he never called her again.

The child didn't hear the response and shouted louder: "Lin Gu'an".

Lin Gu'an was in a good mood, he didn't care about this little guy, walked to the door, and asked knowingly: "What's wrong?"

The child nana said: "I don't have a bath towel, can you help me get one?"

Lin Gu'an didn't play tricks and agreed.

There was no wardrobe in Li Qinghe's room, he only bought a hanger to hang clothes on, and bath towels were also hung on it.

Lin Gu'an didn't look carefully, afraid that the child would catch a cold, so he took the bath towel and left.

Li Qinghe was waiting at the door, and when he heard the knock on the door, he immediately opened the door, reached for a bath towel, and then closed the door in one go.

Lin Gu'an didn't want to do anything at first, but this kid's speed is too fast, and the hand speed of being single for 19 years is fully displayed here.

She chuckled.

The bell inside the door rang, jingled, jingled.

She didn't stay at the door for a long time, fearing that the child would be bored inside for a long time and would not come out, so she went to the medicine box to get the ointment and sat on the sofa to wait.

The child came out slowly, with a bath towel covering his head, and his half-dry hair stuck to his face wetly, like a big dog.

She patted the place beside her, and the child came over obediently and sat down, the end of her eyes were reddened by the heat, her light amber eyes looked at her, casually seductive.

"Where did you hit?" She looked away and asked.

Li Qinghe saw the ointment in her hand, hesitantly said: "Drink the ginger soup first, then I will do it myself later."

Lin Gu'an turned his head, and Li Qinghe followed her gaze to look at the steaming hot ginger soup as if he was laughing at her.

Li Qinghe was silent, and pointed to the protruding pelvis under his waist.

Lin Gu'an didn't expect it to be in this position. He thought it was an arm or a leg, so he pretended to be calm and asked her to lift the leg onto his own.

Li Qinghe lifted it up in silence, the gray sweatpants that were just right were shortened by the lifting movement, exposing the ankles tied with white cloth.

The question of why the bell wouldn't ring was finally solved, Lin Gu'an cast a glance at her, and reached out to help her untie it.

The child withdrew his feet and wanted to run, but she pinched his slender ankle tightly. He was afraid of kicking Lin Gu'an with all his strength, so he had no choice but to stay still, pretending to be calm and shouting: "What are you doing?"

Lin Gu'an didn't answer, and untied the white cloth on his own, revealing the red string with a small brass bell hanging on it. The red string that was soaked in water became darker, making his already fair skin even more dazzling, while the red string next to him was The mark of tying Wuqing is also more obvious.

Lin Gu'an frowned and said, "Why are you tied?"

"Noisy", children cherish words like gold.

"Don't be tied up at home," she explained, rubbing the black and blue mark, "the blood doesn't circulate."

Li Qinghe nodded with his mouth pursed, the towel was pressed against the sides of his hair, and his earlobes could not be seen.

Lin Gu'an thought about it again, and said, "Put some cotton in it, and it won't make any noise."

Li Qinghe shook his head and refused, saying: "I like it to be loud, but it's easy to disturb others outside, so just wrap it up with a cloth."

Lin Gu'an thought for a while, pulled out a little bit of the cotton swab that was just placed on the table, rolled up a small piece and stuffed it in.

The big dog didn't stop her either, with a sullen expression, but he was wronged.

"Move."

The big dog raised his leg obediently, but the bell didn't ring. The big dog was even more wronged, and his hair fell down again and again.

Lin Gu deliberately left a piece of cotton in Ansai, and now he pulled this piece to pull out the cotton, and the bell rang again.

The big dog blinked and was happy again.

Lin Gu reassured that he was indeed a child. He repaired the cotton, put it on the table, and said: "Put the cotton in normally, and it won't make a noise. Don't tie it up, do you understand?" Softness that she didn't even notice.

The big dog nodded violently, and the ankle bells rang again.

"Open up your clothes a little."

The bell stopped ringing.

Lin Gu'an didn't dawdle with her, he simply lifted off his clothes and quickly tore off a section of his trousers.

This position is very embarrassing. Looking up is the scenery, and looking down is also the scenery.

Lin Gu'an calmly looked at the protruding bone, a large bruise, and the middle was already black, which looked a little scary.

Frowning, he took the ointment, spread it evenly on the palm of his hand, and then rubbed it on the bruise. The child in pain groaned.

The hands paused for a while before continuing. The technique is skillful and agile. Dancing is easy to get hurt, so you just apply the medicine yourself.

The child gasps in pain.

Lin Gu'an is still the same strength as before, the bruise can only be rubbed away, if not rubbed now, it will remain after two or three months.

Li Qinghe couldn't stand the pain, he didn't feel the pain when he hit it, he sucked in the air-conditioning, grabbed Lin Guan's clothes tightly with his right hand, and shouted as if begging for mercy: "Sister, take it easy," the voice was weak and delicate.

Lin Gu'an paused for a moment, his fingertips were stained red, and he spoke softly, patiently explaining to her that he needed to rub the bruise away.

Afraid that she would keep thinking about the pain, she casually found a topic, trying to help her divert her attention: "Why is there a bell hanging on her foot?"

Li Qinghe held the sofa with one hand, and pulled the corner of her clothes with the other, but he did not affect the sudden and serious answer: "This is the magic weapon that the master has opened."

Lin Guan was speechless, he did not expect the children of the new century to be so different.

Li Qinghe continued to explain seriously: "I prayed while walking on the steps. I knelt for seventy-seven and forty-nine slaps before I got the gift of the mage. I only need 49 yuan of incense money to invite the magic weapon home."

Lin Gu'an laughed out loud, realizing that she was joking, and gave the boy a bad look.

Li Qinghe let go of his frowning brows, the corners of his mouth raised, and he was also smiling, but this time he said the truth: "It was given by a child."

Lin Guan looked at her suspiciously.

"It is indeed a magic weapon that has been consecrated. I went to Tibet some time ago and had some accidents, and was taken back to the temple by a passing monk."

"The bell was given by a little monk inside," Li Qinghe recalled the little monk with clear eyes and extremely stubborn, thinking of her walking back and forth on the road full of prayer wheels, there was a bit of nostalgic melancholy in her eyes .

"I'm planning to become a monk right there and become a Buddha immediately." She came back to her senses and looked intently at the woman in front of her who was rubbing her bruise with her head lowered. Her tone was half joking and half serious.

"A monk who likes to eat meat?" She joked, her black hair falling down, covering her eyes, "Have you eaten meat and wine?"

Little Monk Li, who loves meat but doesn't like vegetables, got up with a smile, stretched out his hand to help her pin her hair behind her ears, looked into her eyes, and answered seriously: "The poor monk wishes to enter the magic way."

The bells are ringing.

Lin Gu'an turned his head, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "How could the Buddha accept a monk who is about to become a demon before he enters the Tao?"

Li Qinghe smiled and said: "The Buddha loves me, but he made another request to me, so he can only reluctantly put me in the secular world."

Lin Gu'an stopped talking to the child, looked at the bruise that had been rubbed for a while, and was sure that the bruise had been rubbed away, so he pushed Li Qinghe's leg away, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

The heat in the bathroom dissipates, and the unique cold fragrance and cool mint fragrance are intertwined to form a unique fragrance.

The slightly cool water flowed through the fingertips, and the red fingertips slowly returned to the whiteness before. Lin Guan lowered his head and scrubbed every inch of skin in his hands vigorously, as if he could forget the warm and slippery skin just now. Tender touch.