Strange to say, Ning Yi didn't feel anything when he took the red rope, but at this moment, he was pinched in his hand by Xiao Xuan, and he actually gave birth to a bit of ambiguous feelings of wind and moon for no reason. It seems that this carefully woven red rope is not a peace charm to keep people safe, but a marriage red sign begged for by the old man under the moon.

Ning Yi has felt very familiar with Xiao Xuan these days, and the people who are familiar with her basically overlap in her mind, and there is no difference between gender, beauty, and ugliness. But today, she looked at the red rope and slender and good-looking hands, and realized in her heart that Xiao Xuan was a very good-looking boy first, and then she was a familiar and reliable scholar.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him inexplicably, the person in front of her stood lazily, the intransigence between her eyebrows and the humility she exuded all over her body were mixed together, like a glorious and deliberately constricted in it. An angular face, cold and ascetic when not smiling, but when he laughs, he has a little bit of peach blossoms, which makes people reverie. Looking at the tips of his hair to the corners of his clothes, there is no place that is not smooth and delicate, quite a "well-dressed beast".

Ning Yi silently looked down at his yellow clothes that he hadn't shampooed for several days, and suddenly felt ashamed in his heart. She took the red rope handed over by Xiao Xuan, her face was sacrosanct, in fact, she buckled him with her heart, and then pulled a topic that had nothing to do with this situation: "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, do you have any plans?"

Xiao Xuan lowered his eyebrows and looked at the red rope on his wrist, and seemed to be in a good mood: "It's the first time to spend the New Year in a foreign country, or in the mountains." He paused, "But I don't dare take you anywhere this time." ”

Ning Yi was instantly brought back to the unfriendly memories of the last time by his non-trivial tone, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't go out, don't go out, I have a shadow."

She thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know what arrangements Qingqing and Jin Wenlang have arranged, Xiao Xueba, have you found the two of them very strange?"

Xiao Xuan looked at the pile of wild vegetables that Fang Cai Qingqing and Jin Wenlang put down together, and even the vegetable leaves showed the same gossip as Ning Yi.

The waiter Qingqing, who was pouring vegetables, sneezed.

She touched her nose unnaturally, and the mud on her hand instantly left stubborn footprints on the tip of the small and delicate nose.

"Who's scolding me?" She threw the vegetable basket next to the "kitchen", and Jin Wenlang skillfully cleaned up the vegetable box that was planted on the side, smiling like a greasy old eggplant: "Someone is thinking about you." But I can't think of anyone else who thinks of you that much but me. ”

Shi Qingqing has been with him for a long time, and he is still not used to his appearance of running a train with his mouth full, even if he is as cheeky as her, he can't turn a deaf ear to these floating words thrown by him every time.

She endured her slightly hot face and said angrily: "Have you not farted all day or have you been talking badly?"

Jin Wenlang can be said to be inadequate: "How do you know that I owe it, but if you are willing to train me, even if you want me to promise me, I am willing."

Shi Qingqing turned her head violently, with some annoyed red blood in her eyes: "Jin Wenlang, can you not flirt with others casually?" ”

She has such a person in her heart, going in and out with her every day, but she can't stand watching him joke like a tooth and fart with herself indifferently. What's more, these brainless jokes may not be his sincerity. He is just such a prodigal, he can say some fragrant bastard words to anyone, but in fact, his heart is like a piece of iron, and Shi Qingqing does not have extravagant expectations.

Shi Qingqing put a little precious oil in the big stove, and the oil crackled and exploded when it encountered the sporadic water on the shovel that had not been dried. She was absent-minded, and as soon as she was not paying attention, a small oil spot jumped over and poked a small red bubble in her hand.

Jin Wenlang, who had been standing behind him without squeaking, came over and grabbed her hand, and his face had changed to a serious expression that couldn't be more serious: "Shi Qingqing, can't you really see it?" I'm serious. ”