chapter17

Ren Zhen shrank back as a spirit agitator, a little flustered: "You, why are you here?"

Lu Cong tilted his neck, pursed his lips and raised his eyelashes slightly, pretending to think for a moment: "Hmm..." He squatted down while humming, feeling a little far away, and with a long step, the whole person moved in front of her in an instant.

He fell to his knees on one knee and leaned forward, about to wrap her in his arms, and she could clearly smell the faint smell of laundry detergent on his body.

Ren Zhen swallowed his throat quietly, and the temperature on his body was floating towards her in wisps, making her a little hot.

"You go back a bit, it's too close. Ren Zhen pushed his shoulder, but he didn't move.

Lu Cong hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Do you want to continue to sit here?"

Ren Zhen was a little hypoxic at this moment, and he didn't bother to wonder why he was here, so he said stupidly: "I want to stay for a while." ”

Lu Cong nodded: "Okay, then I'll stay here too." ”

Ren Zhen turned his head to look at him, and there was doubt in almond's eyes: "Why?"

Lu Cong: "Help you block the wind." ”

Ren Zhen: "......"

I've messed up enough, so don't add to it, every word you say now will be another reason why I continue to mess up.

Lu Cong looked at the small fluff on the top of her head, but he couldn't hold back, he stretched out his hand to rub and rub it, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

It's like finding a poor kitten on the side of the road who needs his help, gentle and loving.

Ren Zhen opened one eye and closed one eye, looking at him through the afterglow, his smile was full of satisfaction.

"Don't rub it, it's time to rub it again. She raised her arms above her head and took his hand down.

Lu Cong looked at her and wanted to laugh, but the hand that was being dragged deliberately used his strength slightly, making her mistakenly think that he was going to continue, so he kept holding on and not letting go.

The setting sun filtered her pupils into a light brown color, and her eyes were still the same as when she was a child, so clean that they seemed to be able to see the bottom at a glance.

Her hand was hot, and she dragged him with a slight force, and her fingers occasionally moved unconsciously, which made Lu Cong's heart itch.

He grabbed one of her hands with his backhand, got up and bent over to pull her with a little force.

Ren Zhen leaned his neck, and his hand was grabbed very tightly by the other party.

"What for?"

Lu Cong: "The back is blowing cold, I can't stay anymore, I'll take you to a warmer place." ”

Ren Zhen once again perfectly interpreted that his body was more honest than his brain, and stood up with his strength.

Lu Cong naturally took her hand and led her to that warmer place, and she obediently followed behind him.

For a moment, she was a little lucky, feeling like she was stepping on a marshmallow, soft and sweet.

At the door of the glass room, Lu Cong stretched out his hand to push the door, but his other hand was pulled.

He bowed his head: "What's wrong?"

Ren Zhen suddenly became serious: "Can you just enter here?"

Lu Cong was asked by her like this, and he didn't react at once, turned his head sideways and glanced at the hand holding the doorknob, and then quickly came back to his senses and smiled: "Do you want to go in?"

Ren Zhen pursed his lips and blinked his eyes twice: "Well, I want to." ”

Lu Cong looked at her and suddenly couldn't hold it, and wanted to hold her face and pinch and kiss it by the way, but... The situation did not allow it, so I swallowed my throat twice and honestly endured it.

……

Lu Cong pushed open the door, and the spacious and bright rehearsal hall was instantly unobstructed, the twilight spread on the wooden floor through a thin layer of glass, and the faint scent of sandalwood vaguely floated out, which smelled particularly refreshing.

Ren Zhen was dazzled by this easy-to-go scenery, and his other hand unconsciously held Lu Cong's wrist, and then the two hands shook, and Lu Cong's arm swung back and forth a few times.

"I really want to sing here. She sighed.

The corners of Lu Cong's mouth raised, and he coughed twice and said, "Do you really like it here?"

Ren Zhen pecked his head hard: "Really." ”

"Okay, I agreed. ”

Ren Zhen was expressionless for a second, and after a few seconds, he looked up and asked, "You, agreed?"

Lu Cong stopped teasing her, nodded his head slightly and tilted his head towards the glass room: "This is my special classroom, which I personally selected and designed when the school was under construction." ”

Ren Zhen: Is this a way to hug your thighs?

But she said something else weakly: "Are you the only one using it?"

The problem is very chicken, but she just can't help but want to listen to him clearly.

"You're the second person to enter this house besides me. Of course, if you don't want a third person, then there will never be. ”

Ren Zhen: Three seconds of refreshment in my heart.

Then the mouth was still very honest and whispered: "I didn't mean that, you are the master, you say." ”

The glass house is divided into two floors, each with a ceiling height of nearly 7 meters, and the space is bright and comfortable.

Ren Zhen began to wander around after getting Lu Cong's permission, and the first floor was simply used for practicing and singing, and there was a huge mirror inlaid with it, which made the whole room more open.

The second floor is divided into three areas, one part for props and costumes, one part for makeup, and the other part for seating areas.

Although the overall furnishings are very simple, Lu Cong is attentive at first glance.

Peking Opera costumes and props are the best decorations, a row of black cloth boots standing by the wall is spotless, and the dressing table is neatly arranged.

He is still the same as when he was a child, as long as it involves singing, he is not sloppy at all.

"How is it? Do you still like it?" Lu Cong came up, holding two bottles of water in one hand, and when he walked past her, he gently patted her back with the other hand and raised her chin slightly, motioning for her to sit on the sofa.

Ren Zhen followed behind him, sat on the sofa and muttered, "It's good." ”

Lu Cong unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her: "Then if you want to sing in the future, come here, no one will disturb the quiet." With that, he took out a key and held it up in front of her.

Ren Zhen stared at the key and didn't raise his hand for a long time, just now he just didn't know who the owner of this glass house was, so he really wanted to sing here, but now that he knows, he was a little scared and didn't dare to take it.

Lu Cong looked at her hand holding the key and shook it up and down slightly: "What's wrong?"

Ren Zhenhui's eyelashes raised, and he put his two hands on his legs and stirred: "I... I won't disturb your private space. ”

Lu Cong smiled, withdrew his hand and sat down on her side, getting closer, Ren Zhen was even more nervous, a layer of fine sweat suddenly broke out in his palms, and he lowered his head and didn't look at him.

"Didn't you promise me last time? Don't be so alienated from me, forget?" Lu Cong propped her arms on her legs, tilted her head and looked up from below, her voice was soft.

Ren Zhen involuntarily shrank into the sofa, still not looking at him.

Lu Cong still has some differences from when he was a child, such as his attitude towards her is no longer as distant and close as before, and he has become proactive.

For example, in the past, she always caught Lu Cong off guard, but now it is all reversed.

Ren Zhen: The big windmill squeaks and turns... The scenery here is so beautiful...

Well, the thought successfully anchored.

……

Lu Cong slumped down one of his arms, leaned forward and looked into her eyes, trying to wake up this little cutie who had suddenly been empty.

"Hmm, what do you want?"

Ren Zhen blinked at him hurriedly: "No, I didn't think about anything." ”

Lu Cong sat up straight and gave the key to her eyes again: "Take it, aren't the two of us going to play at the orientation party, and we have to hurry up to rehearse this half month, you can come to me." ”

Ren Zhen hesitated for a moment, since he said that it was for the orientation meeting, there was no reason to refuse anymore, so he reached out and took the key: "Okay, then I'll take it first, and I'll return it to you when the orientation is over." ”

Lu Cong didn't force her, and nodded indistinctly.

Ren Zhen put the key into his pocket, his fingers rustled with the candy paper, and the scalp of the man was numb, and he felt a little embarrassed after realizing it, he had been in the glass room for a while, and he must have seen and heard what he said.

Why did she somehow become a long-tongued woman, well... It's uncomfortable, but I don't want to cry.

He could only silently pray that when he found out just now, her whining was over.

Lu Cong pretended to be nothing, took a sip of water and changed the topic: "What do you want to sing at the welcome party?"

Ren Zhen secretly exhaled and calmed down his emotions: "What do you want to sing?"

Lu Cong raised his eyebrows, looked at her and smiled, then handed out a note.

Ren Zhen took it and opened it, it was written by Lu Cong, a neat line of books.

"How about singing "Sitting in the Palace"?"

She stumbled in her heart, looked at him cautiously and whispered, "You... Learn from me again. ”

The corners of Lu Cong's mouth hooked, took out a candy from his pocket, and stuffed it into her mouth: "This is too." ”

The candy was put in her mouth, and she was honest this time, making sure he took his hand away before closing it.

"That's... After eating candy, let's practice?" Lu Cong asked her, his tone like a child.

Ren Zhen nodded.

After that, Lu Cong had been sitting on the ground next to the dressing table to repair a helmet worn by Wu Sheng, Ren Zhen squatted beside him curiously, and he looked up at her with a smile.

"Is this a steamed dish?" Ren Zhen asked.

Lu Cong nodded, his hand was straining, and his voice sounded deep and magnetic: "Yes, send me here if the goods are broken, and I will soon become his full-time maintenance master." ”

Ren Zhen laughed: "He's quite cute." ”

Lu Cong raised his eyebrows: "Cute, if you want him to hear him, he can probably cry in front of you, he has always attached great importance to himself... Manhood. ”

As he spoke, he exerted his strength again, and the green tendons of his forearm were distinct, and Ren Zhen's face was burning when he saw it.

"You help me fix this place. Lu Cong handed the helmet over, frowning slightly.

Ren Zhen hurriedly held her hands steadily, and Lu Cong tried to find that she was still a little unstable, so he simply held her hand with one hand: "Don't move like this." Then go ahead.

The distance between the two people was only a helmet, and as long as Lu Cong exerted his strength, his body leaned forward, and the hair on his forehead always swept to the top of Ren Zhen's head.

Ren Zhen couldn't stop swallowing his throat, feeling that his heart was about to jump out, and he quietly adjusted his state again and again to keep his breathing as stable as possible.

"Alright. ”

As soon as Lu Cong's voice landed, Ren Zhen immediately withdrew his hand, but the place where the palm of his hand was scratched by Feng Manbai was cut by a wire on the helmet again, and it hurt a little.