Huo Jingchen pulled Zhao Siqing and walked in, Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at the other side, a whole wall on this side was made into a cabinet, which was filled with all kinds of porcelain of different shapes, some of which were completed by firing kilns after glazing, and all kinds of elegant colors were particularly cute.

The owner is an old man in his fifties, fanning a fan and wearing headphones and looking at the tablet, as if he was chasing some TV series.

Seeing the two of them entering the store, they didn't mean to say hello at all.

In the whole noisy and noisy shopping mall, he has a Zen sound flowing here, and it has become a pure land, quiet like a paradise.

Zhao Siqing looked at this place seriously, her eyes shining.

Huo Jingchen still had a stinky face, but he took out a few photos of Grandpa Mao and threw them directly in front of the uncle.

The uncle didn't even take off the headphones, and he didn't reply after collecting the money: "There is clay in the gray bucket, take it yourself." ”

Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound, and led Zhao Siqing inside.

Zhao Siqing was a little excited, and after walking a few steps inside, he found that the corners of the store were full of green bamboos and wildflowers, as if they had been thrown here at will, but they were growing gratifyingly.

In front of him is not five or six wheels used to pull the blank, and on the side is the clay bucket that the uncle said.

I don't know if he is willing to touch these clays, Zhao Siqing looked at the pottery making process written on the wall, and directly did it himself, used a shovel to dig out a piece of clay of good size in the clay bucket, put it on the board, added some water and groped and began to rub it.

The clay was much harder than expected, and her hands were so small that she couldn't rub them and it was hard to get the moisture even.

Huo Jingchen looked at the woman he was playing happily with, walked behind her, stretched out his arms from both sides of her shoulders, and took the clay in her hand and kneaded it for her.

Zhao Siqing slowly withdrew his hand, and was firmly encircled by him in the crook of his arm and the table.

He was so close to her that she could feel her back against his chest, and even the burning heat of his chest.

Zhao Siqing's eyes kept falling on the clay in his hand, but he was a little absent-minded.

There is a faint scent of sea salt on his body, which is a little crisp but smells good.

"You're not angry?" Zhao Siqing asked softly.

Huo Jingchen sneered: "I'm already angry with you." ”

Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak again, Gu Anhui's voice sounded again: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here again." ”

Zhao Siqing looked up and was stunned for a few seconds, but he didn't expect them to come over again.

After all, the mall is so big, and she doesn't believe it if it's a coincidence.

Zhao Siqing didn't know what to say, but nodded at her, which was a kind of hello.

Gu Anhui turned to look at Huo Jingchen, seeing that he hadn't even lifted his eyelids, and had been seriously kneading the clay in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a little blocked in his heart.

His hands are extraordinarily good-looking, fair and slender, and against the background of dark yellow earth, people can't take their eyes off it.

"That's it." Huo Jingchen turned his head to look at Zhao Siqing and spoke in a deep voice.

The lip flap gently brushed her cheek, causing Zhao Siqing to glare at him, and warned softly: "You did it on purpose." ”

Huo Jingchen hooked his lips and said in a low voice: "If you give a kiss, I don't have to be so sneaky." ”

Zhao Siqing's cheeks were dyed crimson, and he raised his hand and rubbed the cheek that he had kissed, as a way to express his protest and dissatisfaction.

However, she had forgotten that she had only kneaded the clay, and immediately rubbed a few traces of clay on her snow-white face.

Huo Jingchen chuckled, his mood was much better, but he didn't remind her.

Gu Anhui looked at the intimacy of the two with indescribable jealousy, and saw that the two of them were going to pull the blank with the kneaded clay, so she immediately stepped forward to Zhao Siqing: "Since we met by such a coincidence, why don't we play together." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and didn't think about how to respond.

Huo Jingchen had already looked at Gu Anhui and said coldly: "I'm sorry, we don't play with ugly people!" ”