Pacing through the alleys.

The road was not wide, and the snow on the ground was shoveled to the sides and fell on another layer, and large and small footprints were trodden, leaving many traces.

Her hair was blown messy, her face spilled a little, and a touch of shredded hair in the afterglow was stained with snowflakes, which melted into water after she stared at her for a few seconds.

"Brother, are you going to your beautiful sister's house? I saw you two last time. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Brother, can you send me a flower for my beautiful sister? She is so beautiful, I like her so much, I will marry her in the future." ”

"No, you can't. ”

"Why?"

"Because the two of us are rivals in love. ”

The immature and young voice, the mature and deep voice, fell together in the wind and snow, intertwined with each other.

It's a lot of fun.

Si Sheng walked around the corner, stopped, and looked sideways.

At the door of the store, a little boy of five or six years old was sitting on a bench, holding a rose in his hand, and he looked up at the tall and straight man standing in front of him.

"Oh. The boy nodded in understanding, then rolled his dark eyes and asked in a crisp voice, "Did you send her flowers?"

The man didn't answer, but as if he had a premonition, he suddenly raised his eyes to look this way.

It happened to collide with Si Sheng's inquiring sight.

The messy and fine snowflakes were fluttering, and Si Sheng handed over a teasing look.

Ling Xize smiled.

Next, he took out a palm-sized flying toy, spent about half a minute, and exchanged the roses that the child originally wanted to give to Si Sheng in front of Si Sheng.

Ling Xize walked over, holding a rose in one hand and the soy sauce in the bag in the other, and walked over without changing his face and without any indifference.

"I'll send you. ”

Approaching, he handed the coaxed rose to Si Sheng.

Si Sheng looked at him quietly and didn't answer, "Childish." ”

Looking down at her, Ling Xize curled his lips, "Don't?"

"Cold hands. ”

Si Sheng turned around and left.

Ling Xize chuckled, took the rose, and followed behind her.

After walking for a while, Si Sheng Yuguang slanted at the soy sauce he was mentioning, and squinted, "How do you know that there is no soy sauce at home?"

"Your grandfather said that. ”

Si Sheng paused and turned around, "Didn't he delete your contact information?"

With a flash of light, Ling Xize raised his eyelids and said calmly: "I took the initiative to contact him, and there will be again." ”

"Really?"

Si Sheng's suspicious gaze wandered around him.

Ling Xize playfully hooked his lips and let her look at it, but his face did not change.

Simply didn't see anything, Si Sheng shrugged his shoulders, stopped pursuing, turned around and continued to walk forward.

......

After returning home, Yi Zhongzheng heard the movement and immediately beckoned Ling Xize into the bedroom.

Si Sheng wanted to accompany him to see what was going on, but he had to come to Ling Xize.

As a result, before she stepped through the door, Yi Zhongzheng looked over, raised his hand, and signaled her to get out.

“......”

As her own granddaughter, Si Sheng was treated like this, and she was unhappy and glared at Ling Xize.

Ling Xize glared at her, very innocent, winked at her, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Although he had "colluded" with the old man in private, this time Yi Zhongzheng was looking for him, and he didn't know why, let alone what he couldn't say in front of Si Sheng.

He was truly innocent.

"Bang. ”

The door was slammed shut by Si Sheng.

There was a slight unpleasantness in the soft voice.

Yi Zhongzheng lay weakly on the bed, staring at Ling Xize with his eyes and a low voice, "I can't let her know about this matter." ”

Hearing the prudence of his tone, Ling Xize's eyebrows moved slightly, and his expression was a little stricter.

Yi Zhongzheng said: "If things don't develop to that point, I can't let her know in this life." ”

......

The sound insulation of the door is good, and Si Sheng can't hear the conversation inside.

There was nothing to do, so she wandered around the living room twice, wandered to the kitchen, looked at the fruit that her aunt had bought that had not yet been washed, her eyes moved slightly, she pursed her lips, and then slowly rolled up her sleeves.

A few minutes later, Si Sheng knocked on the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom with a basin of washed fruit.

Knock knock, knock knock.

She kept knocking boredly, until the door was pulled open by Ling Xize.

Ling Xize only opened the door a little, his figure covered the crack in the door, Si Sheng's eyes couldn't look in, and his eyes were full of Ling Xize's figure.

Ling Xize hooked his lips amusedly, "What's the matter?"

"Send some fruit. ”

Si Sheng's brows twitched slightly, and his fingers tapped the glass basin, knocking out the crisp sound of a jingling bell.

"That's so polite. ”

Ling Xize took the fruit from her hand naturally.

Si Sheng's eyelids lifted upward.

Ling Xize blocked it tightly, and the smile on his lips was even stronger, "You go and rest." This door, I'll enter it later. ”

“......”

Si Sheng turned his head and left.

Seeing from her back that she was full of unhappiness, Ling Xize couldn't help but smile dumbly.

It has always been troublesome to wash a fruit, but now it is obvious what it means to consciously wash the fruit and send it over in person.

However, her careful thoughts are completely written on her face, and she is quiet, indifferent, and lazy without any appearance, becoming more vivid, cute, and as vivid as many years ago.

Pity......

Not this time it was her wish.

With the fruit in hand, Ling Xize turned back to the bedroom.

......

It was rare to wash the fruit once, but before it succeeded, Si Sheng stopped tossing and returned to her bedroom.

The bedroom, which was cramped and cramped because it was full of books, suddenly became much more spacious because more than 30 sets of books were moved out at one time.

The extra books are placed on the shelves one by one, and they can be placed just right.

Looking at it, the bedroom is the same as it was many years ago, nothing has changed, as if you can go back to your student days at any time as soon as you step through the door.

Walking to the bookshelf, Si Sheng selected a complete set of comic books, put them on the desk, found a usable signature pen from the pen holder, sat down, and signed at the desk.

She also owes Ling Xize a set of books.

At hand, there is a cartoon given to her by Tao Lele, which is full of annotations with a red pen, densely packed.

*

Ling Xize and Yi Zhongzheng didn't know what they were talking about.

They talked for two full hours.

From the gloomy sky to the darkness of the evening.

Two hours later, Ling Xize walked out of the room with a file bag, thick, I don't know what it contained.

He looked around the living room, but there was no one in sight, the bedroom door was open and empty, but he faintly heard some movement in the kitchen.

In the kitchen?

Ling Xize was quite surprised, put the file bag on the sofa, and then walked into the kitchen.

Sure enough, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Si Sheng's figure.

She tied her hair up, revealing a smooth forehead, fresh and neat, her face was lined more and more delicate and small, her neck was slender and slender, and the light shrouded down, light and shadow were separated, and the skin in the light was almost transparent.

A white sweater with a light brown apron over it, tall and delicate, but less alienated and indifferent.

There was a boiling pot on the stove, and there was steaming hot air, and she was standing next to her, holding a soy sauce bottle, and adding soy sauce to a few spice plates little by little.

The smell of fireworks lingers in the kitchen, and the busy figures in it are like mortal immortals, stained with the vulgarity of mortal dust, light and wonderful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Seeing a person's heart is enough to turn into a puddle of water.

Sensing his presence, Si Sheng looked sideways and asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

"Give me your dowry. ”

Ling Xize lowered his voice and walked into the kitchen.

Si Sheng was stunned, "Lao Yi also prepared a dowry for me?"

Pausing beside her, Ling Xize didn't speak, the corners of his eyes were dyed with a smile, his head lowered slightly, and he looked at her quietly.

Being laughed at quite uncomfortably by him, Si Sheng frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Didn't you notice that even you acquiesced?" Ling Xize asked rhetorically, and when he saw Si Sheng's face change as he wished, he added, "Do you want to marry me, I am very free, and I can get the certificate at any time." ”

"If you want to be beautiful, you can't afford to marry. ”

Si Sheng gave him a cold look and swept his elbow back.

Ling Xize pushed half a step away and avoided it.

The next moment, approaching her, he leaned over slightly, close to her ear, "You say, I can give you anything." ”

His breath was palpable.

Itchy left ear.

As soon as the action of pouring soy sauce stopped, Si Sheng didn't move, and said two words coldly: "Get out of the way." ”

Ling Xize didn't let go, her delicate left ear, white porcelain skin, slender long neck, Adam's apple gently rolled twice, and her heart was so soft that she was a mess.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her from behind, visibly sensing her stiffness, but he hugged her tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder.

The tip of her nose lingered with her sweet and sweet smell.

"Why did you break up?"

He spoke low, his voice magnetic hoarse.

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