Chapter 120: Gardenia's self-strategy

The black-blue night sky resembles a huge piece of drawing paper, a transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight.

Xu Nanyu held a grapefruit-flavored candy in his mouth, lying on the table and writing today's diary.

"It's Saturday, which means we'll meet again tomorrow. ”

"After we parted last week, I was so sad, I was a big idiot, I wanted to see you so much, but I couldn't say a word, and I cried my nose, so ashamed. ”

"I have been able to recite the letters you have written to me, and I have been able to recall every sentence and punctuation mark without difficulty in such a long letter. ”

"You said a lot of things from the past, a lot of things I didn't know, and I always had the cheekiness to look at what you said, and you said that you liked me then, and I just stared at it, and I could watch it all day. ”

"How can I get close to you, in fact, I want to throw myself into your arms, and be held by you like a kitten, but I can't reach you, so I sit on the ground in frustration and cry. ”

"I'm not too stupid, in fact, I can do a lot of things! I've been learning to cook with my mother for the past two days, you know, the hot oil in the pot is terrible! I thought I wouldn't dare to put the dish down, but I still put it down, I was a little timid, as soon as I put it down, I quickly took the lid and covered it, and I didn't dare to open it again. ”

So the dish was mushy. ”

"But now I'm not afraid. ”

"It's just that the vegetables are fried dry, and sometimes too much water is added, and it becomes boiled vegetables. ”

"I need to work harder!"

"I really like the little stories you tell every day, and then I adore you, if I tell it instead, don't ...... Once upon a time there was a little white rabbit, it made a lovely white dough, just when it was about to eat, the white dough said, please don't eat me, don't eat me, I'll sing you a song, the little rabbit said okay, and then the little dough began to sing, the little white rabbit was white and white, the two ears were up, he loved to eat radishes and greens, it was so cute to jump, the little white rabbit was very happy, so he didn't eat the little dough. ”

"Isn't it super stupid!"

"Actually, I'm the same ......"

"I have a thousand kinds of bad things, but only one good thing is that I like you. ”

"I read a book today, and it says that when everyone dies, it will become a book and be put into the library of Heaven, and the content of the book is the life of the deceased. ”

"Some people have become masterpieces, some people have become recipes, some people have become maps......"

"I can guess what will belong to my book in the future. ”

"It's supposed to be a picture book, and it's not good-looking. ”

"But it's all you~"

Xu Nanyu closed the notebook, peeled another strawberry-flavored candy and sent it to his mouth.

She usually doesn't like to eat candy very much, but occasionally when she writes a diary, she eats candy, and finds that while writing a diary, her mood is like the sweet and sour taste in her mouth, so she can't put it down, so she has to eat a candy every time she writes a diary.

Xu Nanyu sat at the desk, her slender and beautiful legs stretched straight under the table, her right leg stacked on her left leg, her bare feet, and her toes swayed playfully.

It's time to meet for the second time!

This time you have to perform better!

Xu Nanyu put away the notebook, took out another piece of paper, and began to write tomorrow's plan.

1. Wear a nice dress

2. Wait for him half an hour in advance

3. Take a deep breath

Fourth, tell him, good afternoon Yuanjia

5. Take a deep breath

6. Give him the picture album you have prepared

7. Take a deep breath

8. Draw close to him, come closer, come closer

9. Take a deep breath

10. Take him to see watermelons and swallows

11. I was so nervous that I couldn't stand on my feet, so I took the opportunity to touch him and hold his hand tightly

Cross out......

Xu Nanyu was stuck, the eleventh article didn't know how to write, as soon as he thought of touching him, his face turned so red, he bit his lip lightly, and the pen in his right hand struck the joint of his left hand again and again.

What to do......

I don't care about anything with my eyes closed, and I bump my head into his arms?

No, no......

She's going to be so nervous she's going to die.

Although it seemed like a beautiful thing to fall into his arms and die, when she really fell into his arms, Gardenia felt that she definitely didn't want to die.

The rest of the past week, and the foreshadowing of the last meeting, made Xu Nanyu full of confidence in tomorrow's meeting, and now look at the plan he wrote down again, he is so bold!

"I must be dizzy......"

Xu Nanyu muttered to himself, biting the pen very entangled, and the long-term lack of confidence came out again, crossing out the eighth and tenth articles in the front, leaving only to keep 'taking a deep breath'

When I came to my senses, I felt that it wasn't that difficult, so I put a check mark after the crossed-out articles 8 and 10 to indicate that it was feasible.

"No, no...... Think again......"

Then he drew another cross.

Tick again.

Draw another cross......

Finally braved it, like a green vegetable about to enter the oil pot, closed his eyes and ticked, and then quickly pressed the planner under the pillow and stopped touching it.

Gardenia sat on the desk in a daze, holding her little face with her left hand, and drawing circles on the paper with a pen in her right hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

I don't know when, a small ant crawled over the notebook, and the tentacles on the top of the head probed and probed, crawling straight towards the candy paper next to the notebook.

Gardenia's gaze was attracted by the little ant, and then she made a bad move, drawing a horizontal line on the path where the little ant climbed, and the handwriting blocked its path.

The little ant stopped in front of the horizontal line, waited for a while, and then turned around and continued on his way.

Gardenia made another mistake and continued to draw horizontal lines to block the little ants.

The little ant zigzags forward, going around the horizontal line again and again, and it looks like it is about to climb onto the candy paper.

Gardenia drew a circle and locked up the little ants.

You can't help it now.

The little ant really couldn't find the way, and the circle was like a closed wall, locking it in the two-dimensional world.

It's just that what Gardenia didn't expect was that after less than ten seconds, the little ant went out, crawled out of the circle with his handwriting, and successfully ran to the candy paper.

After thinking about it, Gardenia took out the plan from under the pillow and wrote the eleventh article again.

11. I was so nervous that I couldn't stand on my feet, so I took the opportunity to touch him and hold his hand tightly

Twelve, I don't know anything

After writing this, her heart was pounding, as if there was a fawn in it, and the fawn was going to be like a little ant, as if it was going to break through the circle.

She pressed the planner under the pillow again, got under the covers, and grabbed the bear beside her and hugged her in her arms.

I've been thinking about that image in my head......

Eyes are distracted......

Pretty face pink seductive......

The little hands scratched and scratched at the bear's belly, and the slender legs were also tightened together......

Touch him, hold his hand tightly!

Imagine the touch of his hands, the temperature of his skin, the look of surprise on his face in that moment, the clouds docked in the sky, the watermelon swaying its leaves in the wind......

With the force of both hands, he was about to hold the bear until it was deformed.

The swallow couple outside the window followed the light in the room and sighed, it turns out that love is the product of self-strategy.

Messages on the phone are ringing down on the phone.

Gardenia's palms were sweaty, and he touched his phone to open QQ.

Yuanjia: "I've washed it." ”

Gardenia: "Mm-hmm, I'm also lying under the covers!"

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