Su Lingyu stood in front of the garage door, her free left hand covered her chest, she looked surprised, and her apricot lipstick lips opened: "Gone?" ”

"Hey. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ning Chen let out a long sigh, his eyes were stunned, and he was sparse and shallow through the rain curtain.

"Do you come all the way and say a word?"

"I don't dare to speak when I see you."

Ning Chen's tone was full of white helplessness, he suddenly thought of the amber in his backpack, and a trace of surprise rose, he reached out to wipe the mud off his face, the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became, like a harlequin in Peking Opera, he waved his hand and said: "Sister Su, eat your breakfast by yourself, look at your stomach is holding down, I guess you haven't eaten yet." ”

"Oh, little brother, you mean sister I have a small belly?"

With a coquettish laugh and a strange tone, Ning Chen ran away without looking back.

Turning the corner, he began to regret wearing a pair of flip-flops, the fine sand and gravel drilled into the slippers, his feet were sloppy, the ground was slippery, his steps slowed down, but he couldn't see the pink figure in front of him, his heart became more and more anxious, the pace was heavy, and the sycamore leaves on the side of the road seemed to be shaken down, fluttering and leisurely, one by one.

The leaves of the French plane tree on the side of the road fell into the puddle, dark green green, yellow-green yellow, Zhang Qingrui stood on the curb stone, squatted down, and played with the clean leaves with her fingers, and a blank face was reflected in the puddle, empty, counting the lines on the leaves, and the street was very quiet, as if it had become her own street.

Now it's a street of two people, white feet, black slippers.

"You can go so fast to go to a race walking competition."

"Poof" Zhang Qingrui didn't know why she suddenly laughed, maybe it was because the pupils in the puddle were as curved as crescents looking at the distinct pink, she raised her little face, and her delicate face suddenly climbed up two pale pink flushes, like rouge accidentally sprinkled on Yun Xuan's letterhead, fresh and confused.

"Classmate Ning Chen, do you have anything else?" She stood up, her feet a little numb, and stomped her feet lightly, thinking that this would not make someone think that she had been sitting here waiting for him for a long time, and hurriedly collected her raised feet.

"I think you're on the wrong track, this isn't the way back to school, and your house isn't in that direction." Ning Chen pointed to the fact that the street was directly connected to a major road, and the main road was connected to the middle highway.

Zhang Qingrui's nose wrinkled, and most of her green wrists were exposed from the raincoat, and she asked, "How do you know that my house is not in this direction?" ”

Could it be that I secretly observed? Will it be considered a pervert? Ning Chen didn't think about it, and skillfully changed the topic: "Is your brother back?" ”

"He came back yesterday and said he had already paid the money back."

The person in the amber is not Zhang Qingrui's younger brother? Why do they look exactly the same?

At the stop sign not far away, a blue and white bus covered with mud and water slowly stopped, Zhang Qingrui pointed to the bus and said, "Since there is nothing to do, I will go back first." ”

She stepped into the car, took off her raincoat and threw it dry in her hands, and when the car door was about to close, Ning Chen also ran up and stepped up in a few steps, Zhang Qingrui opened her mouth wide.

Ning Chen stood by the door and wrung out the water in his raincoat, pointed to the seat in the back row and said, "Go and sit there." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already walked back, Zhang Qingrui's head was a little sluggish, but he sat down, and only lowered his head when he came to his senses, half of the scattered strands of hair just covered her flushed face, and she asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Ning Chen's legs couldn't help but tremble, even if it was a strong body that had been transformed by demonic essence blood, his heartbeat couldn't help but go up a hundred times a minute, "Bang Bang" "Bang Bang", all at once, his chest rose and fell.

"Let's go out and have fun together, I see that you always read books alone, and you don't seem to have any friends." Ning Chen's voice trembled slightly, he thought that his pronunciation must be one every two seconds, and the tone changed back and forth from do to xi.

However, in fact, Zhang Qingrui didn't notice so much, she didn't answer Ning Chen's question, turned her head to the window, the car just passed by a buttery wheat field, the wind blew the wheat waves, the rain hit the wheat ears, it was very quiet, and there was a yellow apricot tree standing there.

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Zhang Qingrui, has your family been in Los Angeles all the time?" ”

"Yes."

"I haven't been here in Los Angeles for four months."

"Yes."

"Is there anything interesting that you can take me to see?"

"Yes. Yes? Zhang Qingrui still looked out the window, but the few strands of hair covering her face were swaying and swaying, Ning Chen could see her a little panicked from the car window, there was a trace of pride in his heart, what a sin, Ning Chen thought so, but he just wanted to continue to develop this evil.

Zhang Qingrui sighed, covering the car window with a layer of white mist, she turned her face and found that she was very close to Ning Chen, and then turned her face and said, "Actually, there is nothing interesting about it." ”

She was afraid that Ning Chen would think she was perfunctory to him, so she said hurriedly: "I usually go to bookstores, and I don't go to other places, so I don't have any impression." ”

"Then go to the bookstore where you think it's the most fun, I actually like to read books too." Of course, Ning Chen likes to read books, especially YY novels on the Internet, he has often read a book called "The Great Creation Technique" recently, and the writing is really bad.

As soon as the bookstore was mentioned, Zhang Qingrui immediately gushed.

"There are only two big bookstores in Los Angeles, both in the city center, Xinhua Bookstore and Los Angeles Book City. Most of the books in Xinhua Bookstore are popular bestsellers and a lot of books for civil servants or graduate exams, and I don't like it there. ”

"But Los Angeles Book City is very good, it is divided into two areas, one side is the new edition of the book, most of which are reprinted from the previous big or foreign masterpieces, and the other area is all old books, all editions, all of which are not for sale, I heard that it is collected by the bookstore owner, and my favorite is the first version of the Republic of China vertical version of the traditional Zhang Ailing's "Rumors".

“……”

Ning Chen echoed casually: "Then if you really want to go and see, let's go to Los Angeles Book City." ”

The car swayed slowly, and after an embarrassing silence, they finally arrived in the city, and after a five-minute walk, Ning Chen and Zhang Qingrui stood in front of the gate of Los Angeles Book City.

Antique black lacquered gold wooden signs hang on the door frame, and the door is also a deliberately aged mottled vermilion door, which looks like a study.

Before people enter, the smell of ink comes to the nose.

"This is where books are sold," Zhang Qingrui said, pointing to the area separated by a herringbone openwork brown wooden railing, "and over there are old books in the collection." ”

Rainy days are especially suitable for reading, but not for going out, so the few people reading books in Los Angeles Book City are very quiet, but there are only a few people in the empty store, and it is very deserted.