Jing Lin walked forward with Tu Mochu, "Turn right, yes, I remember...... Well...... What's it called...... It's that shop - Happy Dumplings. ”

Tu Mochu was tall, half of her shoulders were already soaked, and she was well protected, walking briskly under the umbrella.

He looked in the direction Jing Lin pointed, it was a shop selling rice balls, it was very small, and it looked a little cramped. He had been in the third middle school for more than a year, and he had never known that there was such a place outside the school.

The proprietress had met Jing Lin once before, such a beautiful girl, it was the first time she had met her in her life, so she remembered it very clearly.

Jing Lin pulled Tu Mochu into the store, his whole body stiff.

The proprietress said, "The little girl is here again, this time with her brother?" ”

Jing Lin smiled and nodded.

Tu Mochu put away her umbrella and placed it beside her silently.

Jing Lin could feel that his mood seemed to suddenly not be very good.

The proprietress wiped her hand on her apron, "What to eat?" ”

Jing Lin thought for a while and replied, "I want fruit dumplings, he ...... He wants to sign happy dumplings. ”

Tu Mochu raised his eyes, her eyes were full of smiles, and it was sweet to his heart, and his anger suddenly dissipated silently.

Tu Mochu still had a cold face, "I didn't say I wanted to eat that." ”

Jing Lin looked at his awkward appearance, lying on the table and being happy, "You can try it, it's delicious." ”

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and when she heard Tu Mochu's ears, as if she was coquettish with him, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't refute a word, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

The rice balls cooked quickly, and two bowls of rice balls were served on the table, one bowl of ordinary fruit rice balls, and the other bowl was a more expensive happy rice ball, and a smiling face was put on with colored rice balls.

Jing Lin's eyes curled and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Tu Mochu's eyes lowered, "Hmm." ”

"There is sesame filling in the happy soup, that is, there are black dots on the skin, if you don't like to eat particularly sweet, give it to me, don't waste food." Jing Lin pushed her bowl over.

Tu Mochu's heart seemed to be lightly scratched, and he whispered, "I'm not a picky eater. ”

Jing Lin pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, Tu Mochu is really good." ”

He squeezed the spoon tightly, forgetting why he was angry today, and randomly scooped up a rice ball and put it in his mouth, so hot that he kept exhaling.

Jing Lin was delicate and sighed softly in her heart, Tu was not happy to grow up, but he was still not very happy. Being slapped by my dad hurts and hurts, right? Who is used to suffering?

The glutinous rice balls carry a warm temperature, dispelling the coolness of autumn.

After eating, Tu Mochu naturally couldn't let Jing Lin have a treat, he frowned lightly and went to the proprietress to settle the bill.

The proprietress smiled and asked, "How are the classmates, our signature dumplings are okay, right?" ”

Tu Mochu was silent, and handed over a hundred sheets.

The proprietress looked at the big pink ticket, "Don't you have change?" Seeing that the boy still didn't speak, the proprietress guessed that the boy might not like to socialize, so she had to bow her head and look for change.

After a while, she heard the boy speak, "I'm not her brother. After Tu Mochu said this, he didn't want the money he was looking for, and walked out of the shop with a little unspeakable embarrassment.

At the door of the store, Jing Lin was waiting for him, her umbrella was still closed, and as soon as Tu Mochu came out, she turned her head and said, "The rain has stopped." ”

The weather in N City is unpredictable, just like Tu Mochu's mood.

When the school bell rang for the third middle school, Jing Lin waved her hand, "Then I'll go back." ”

Tu Mochu clenched his fingers and whispered, "Hmm." ”

Jing Lin walked a long way, and saw that he was still standing in place, quietly watching her leaving, she turned back a little helplessly, "Tu Mochu, I don't want to go back again, you take me to play." ”

Tu Mochu looked at her stiffly, "What? ”

Jing Lin asked, "Is there anything interesting outside the third middle school?" ”

Tu Mochu hesitated for a moment and gave a negative answer, "No." It was impossible to take her to the places he frequented, but she said that she would not leave, and he couldn't help but feel shallow joy in his heart.

Jing Lin thought for a while and said, "Last time I saw a very interesting shop, I'll take you to find it." ”

Jing Lin took him to a handmade shop. There were only three or two children in the shop, and they were playing with colorful paints. Jing Lin couldn't help laughing and pulled Tu Mochu to sit down.

A lively and cute little girl came over and said, "Sister, do you want to play this too?" She spread out her little hands, and in the palm of her hand lay a dried rabbit.

Jing Lin replied softly, "No, it's my brother who wants to play." ”

The child stared at Tu Mochu with wide eyes. Tu Mochu turned his head to look at Jing Lin, who was holding her face and smiling happily at him.

Tu Mochu felt very uncomfortable, but he was very attached to the opportunity to get along at this time, although he had a cold face, there was no way to lift his legs and leave. He could only acquiesce and see what Jing Lin was going to do.

This small handicraft is very simple to make, pour the raw materials of color into a mold, and then put it in the oven to make a keychain or a small toy.

Jing Lin has never played, and the reason why she walked into this store was entirely because the children here had smiles on their faces.

The shopkeeper brought a book of pattern examples and asked them what they wanted to do.

"This flower is very beautiful." Jing Lin's slender white fingers pointed at the pattern for Tu Mochu to see, Tu Mochu ignored her, and chose a simple moon.

Jing Lin was amused in her heart, watching him start to make it. There is a black night sky, a bright moon, and shining stars all around.

The surrounding children all gathered around to act as little teachers, chattering and pointing out this stupid brother.

"No, you're going to make the night sky first."

"Oops, the moon has melted into the dark night sky."

"Brother is so stupid, there are two fewer stars."

Tu Mochu's hands were full of paint, "shut up ......"

He raised his eyes, Jing Lin moved a small bench and sat in front of him, holding his chin and watching him busy seriously, seeing him looking over, showing an innocent and bright smile.

Tu Mochu's more scolding words were stuck in his throat, and he twisted his brows in self-abandonment and continued.

The children continued to chatter and instruct, "Brother, you have too much. ”

"This one is so ugly, it's not as good as what I did."

"Brother, your face is colored, too, little flower cat."

The paint was dry and hard to wash, and he just wanted to wipe it off with the back of his hand, when a small white hand reached over and gently wiped it for him.

When she grew up, Jing Lin was so close to him for the first time. He doesn't like to talk most of the time, his expression is cold, and his handsome facial features have a cool taste. His eyebrows are sharp, and he will be a little fierce. And she looked at him, but her heart was unexpectedly calm and soft.

Tu Mochu was almost embarrassed.

At the beginning of the lanterns, Meng Jiali was rushed by her mother to No. 3 Middle School to find Tu Mochu, and she happened to see such a scene when she passed by this small shop.

The laughter of the children in the store was crisp, and the girl's face interpreted what it meant to be quiet, and she looked at Tu Mochu with a smile, watching him fiddle with the bottles and cans in his hands. He is not skilled, and can even be said to be a little clumsy, but he is extremely serious, even with connivance and a little shallow gentleness.

Meng Jiali's eyes widened, she had only seen Tu Mochu's indifference, violence, and no one in her eyes, but it was the first time she had seen him so defenseless.

In the warm dim light, the girl opposite him was peaceful and beautiful. Jing Lin looked up at the outside of the store, and Meng Jiali subconsciously hid behind the tree, blocking her vision.

Because Tu Mo poured a lot of materials at the beginning of the production, and the drying time was relatively long, the stars held the moon and were made a little ugly by him. After punching the hole, bring a metal ring, just enough to use it as a keychain.

Jing Lin hung up her key and shook it in front of her eyes, "Oops, it's so ugly." ”

Tu Mochu glared at her with some annoyance, her eyes curved into crescent moons, "It's so ugly, Tu is not happy, it's better to keep it for yourself." She took his key and hung it up.

He could smell the fragrance of the girl's hair, and the night breeze made people's hearts beat faster. The key returned to him with her body heat, and there was a small moon on it.

A little girl came over and hugged Jing Lin's legs, very reluctant. Jing Lin squatted down and kissed the little girl's cute face, "Thank you, little teacher, for teaching my brother, go find my mother." The little girl smiled shyly and sweetly.

Tu Mochu's face suddenly became very ugly. He couldn't bear it anymore, afraid that he would say something excessive, so he turned around and left.

He took a few steps, and Jing Lin's slightly puzzled voice floated over, "Tu Mochu? ”

Tu Mochu realized that she didn't understand anything, didn't understand anything, and the feelings that were raging every minute and every second were just his quiet joy, which burned him to the point that he was about to burn out. He was so fascinated by such gentleness that he couldn't tell what day it was, but he hated such gentleness, why, why couldn't it belong to him alone?

Tu Mochu closed his eyes, calmed down his surging emotions after a while, and then turned around, "I'm going to study at night." ”

Jing Lin nodded, smiled and waved, "Goodbye." ”

A section of the road was divided into two ends, and when Tu Mochu was seriously making the keychain, Jing Lin couldn't resist the idea of looking at the time. When he was gone, she hurried to the bus stop.

She has been out for too long, and tonight is the evening self-study of the head teacher Zhao Baoyun, and there is a quiz.

And Tu Mochu, who said that he was going to study at night, stood under the street lamp that had just been lit up, and watched Jing Lin run away in a panic.

Meng Jiali walked over with a look of disbelief, "You like her?" ”

Tu Mochu turned back coldly.

Meng Jiali was frightened by the cruelty in his eyes, and couldn't help but take a step back. Then she thought again, what is there to be afraid of, with Uncle Tu here, Tu Mochu can still turn the sky upside down, the last time he came to send money, he didn't accept it and had to pick up the money by himself, how embarrassing.

Meng Jiali seemed to have discovered some great secret, and said proudly: "Tsk, I don't weigh how many pounds and taels I have." Does she pity you? ”

The word "pitiful" is like a sharp thorn, mercilessly picking a corner of his heart that he does not want to touch.

Tu Mochu moved his fingers, making a subtle sound of bones staggering. What he fears most when he dreams back at midnight is that his relatives are far away one by one, and he cares about losing a little bit, but what he wants most is nothing more than getting along with him because of sympathy.

When he was doing well, he was surrounded by people like Qiao Hui. Only when he is not having a good time, Jing Lin will accompany him. So、So obviously not so sad about the slap.,But because I longed for her closeness.,And I feel satisfied in my heart.。

This was all stolen by him, Tu Mochu was deceiving himself, but he was broken by a person in front of him.

Meng Jiali's neck hurt, "Save ......" The next moment, her voice was stuck in her throat.

The autumn wind made her feel cold, she couldn't shout a word, and the tightening force on her neck made it harder and harder for her to breathe. Her smug smile turned to panic and met a pair of dark eyes.

A teenager who has practiced boxing for many years, the strength in her hands is far from what she can imagine. He could strangle her with one hand, Meng Jiali regretted it, she should listen to her mother, don't provoke him, and shouldn't laugh at him. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her limbs struggled desperately.

Quiet streets, no third person to see, the teenager behind the tree is so ruthless. He watched coldly as her breathing became difficult.

Meng Jiali grabbed something and hit him the arm. His gaze was slightly sluggish, it was the little moon that Jing Lin personally hung up.

As if waking up from a dream, Tu Mochu let go of his hand violently. Meng Jiali squatted on the ground, coughing heartbreakingly.

Tu Mochu took a step forward, and Meng Jiali retreated frantically as if she was dying.

"Give me back the key." Tu Mochu said coldly.

Meng Jiali threw it over, trembling all over. Today it was Tan Mengxian who asked her to ask Tu Mochu if he wanted to go back if they were moving away, but where did she dare to ask now? Such a dangerous demon is better off never coming back for the rest of his life.

There is someone in his heart that he can't touch, and he will go crazy when he mentions it.

Meng Jiali was frightened and watched him walk away, and the fear of death made her break down and cry. She thought like a curse, Jing Lin wouldn't like him, such an extreme person, he didn't deserve to be loved in his life.