Wang Zhiming turned back with some surprise, such a peak and loop turn was something he couldn't imagine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although I can feel Han Xiaowei's vague favor, if you want to really confess or something, you must be properly issued a good person card.

Seeing that Han Xiaowei was a little out of breath, Wang Zhiming said with concern: "It's okay, why are you in such a hurry, just call." ”

Han Xiaowei changed her clothes, Xinghuage's modern dress, the cotton short sleeves are a little cute, and the skirt with black and light red is fluttering.

She waved her hand slightly, calming down for a while.

Wang Zhiming could think that the girl ran all the way down the emergency stairs, and was a little strangely moved, so he didn't speak, took out a cigarette of tissue and waited silently.

"Do you want to go for a walk together?" Han Xiaowei's eyes are big and shiny, but when he laughs, he looks like a crooked moon.

Some people say that a smile is the best way to show a girl's self-confidence, Wang Zhiming felt that her smile was so beautiful from the first time he saw Han Xiaowei.

"Okay, how about I ride you?"

"Well, you wait. I'm also a car owner. ”

A few minutes later, Han Xiaowei rode back on her bicycle, the bike was clean and bright, and her white and slender calves stepped lightly and freely, not slowly.

Youth blows her long hair, and the black-and-red skirt floats gently in the evening sun, revealing the absolute realm.

"Let's go! Come with me. Han Xiaowei greeted briskly and went first.

Wang Zhiming followed.

Unexpectedly, Han Xiaowei was in a hurry, chasing the afterglow of the setting sun on his bicycle, his hair flying, whistling through the streets and alleys of Suzhou City.

Wang Zhiming followed steadily behind, and with the evening breeze of Xixi, he seemed to be able to smell the girl's faint fragrance.

"Every time I ride a bike and fly in the wind, I feel like I can live once, and I really have no regrets." Han Xiaowei slowed down slowly and rode side by side on the boulevard.

Wang Zhiming smiled and maintained the same speed: "Bicycles are always the means of transportation for writers and poets, and Einstein figured out the theory of relativity when he was riding a bicycle." ”

"Well, scientists are just tired, and when riding a bicycle is so pleasant and poetic, they have to think about such a headache."

"Haha, maybe it's because you can't find your way back by riding too far, so you understand that everything in the world is relative."

Han Xiaowei couldn't help laughing: "It makes sense, it seems that we feel like we are going back." ”

The two of them turned around easily, and when they turned around, it was already a night scene. In the distance, the street lamps are dotted with stars in the night, like a love poem. On the way back, the two of them rode very slowly, sometimes in front of you, sometimes in front of me.

Almost half of the journey was silent.

Approaching to return, Han Xiaowei suddenly said: "Actually, as long as you are in this city, no matter what you do, there will be a kind of poetry." ”

"The most beautiful thing is the night in Suzhou." Wang Zhiming said.

Han Xiaowei rode very slowly, with a bit of curiosity in his tone: "Suddenly so silent, I thought you would talk as much as you did when you talked to my brother." ”

"If you talk too much all the time, it will be very annoying after a long time." Wang Zhiming, or most boys really think so.

"Why, my brother is a person who doesn't like to talk, he always keeps everything in his heart, and sometimes it seems to talk to him well. It's really rare for him to talk to you about meeting you so late today. ”

Wang Zhiming tasted it and couldn't help but be happy: "Hate to see each other late? Why do I always think this word is wonderfully appropriate? ”

"Ah, my brother is like this, but he is actually very gentle." Han Xiaowei took out a free hand and gently hammered Wang Zhiming on the left side.

"Yes. I understand, only boys are bitter in the world, and those who have never been boys don't know. Wang Zhiming nodded heavily, looking deeply touched, and what he said was extraordinarily reasonable.

The girl was also a little happy, but the words she said were a little sentimental: "To be sensible, my brother has been taking care of me, of course I know him, it's not easy." ”

Fatherless and motherless? Wang Zhiming's psychology was a little touched, and he stopped joking, nodded, and snorted.

"That's why I like my brother the most. I hope you don't mind his faux pas today. ”

Wang Zhiming was stunned, Han Qingfeng's faux pas had long been the same as Qingfeng's, but why did the phrase "I like my brother the most" sound so familiar.

"So you came out to accompany me for such a big turn?" Wang Zhiming felt both incredible and inexplicably uncomfortable.

Han Xiaowei's face was a little red and hot, but fortunately, it was imperceptible at night, and naturally Wang Zhiming didn't pay attention: "No, I just suddenly want to talk to you." Although I have a little affection for you, you must not confess. ”

"I still like my brother the most."