She promised him that he would not run away again, so he had to strengthen his offensive, although he couldn't make a name for himself in a high-profile way, but this kind of subtlety was still necessary.

Looking at Luo Yi, who had been concentrating on embroidery, he smiled softly, and he gently put the three-color post-it note back in its place.

I don't want to disturb her work, so I put it there, let her find out at a certain time, and give her a silent surprise.

Yes, surprise.

Thinking like this, he took out the neatly folded tofu block from his backpack.

He carefully opened it on the table, and then naturally remembered the lesson of yesterday's terrible blood.

Spread out the palm of his hand, the waterproof ok bang there was still there, turned his hand over and looked at the back of his hand, yesterday's seven ** red dots, replaced by seven ** scarred brown dots.

It looks like it's all right.

So, it depends on how many new scars will be added to today's exercise.

Without fear, he pinched the thin embroidery needle and silver thread again, and began to practice continuing to hone his embroidery skills.

Just because, he can "cut through all obstacles" for her, when and where.

In the quiet studio, there is no sound, and even time seems to be frozen in this moment, so that they don't feel the quiet passage of time at all.

Outside the window with the cold wind whistling, I don't know when night has fallen, and the neatly arranged lights sprinkle a circle of brightness for the passers-by who come and go.

Embroidering the last stitch of silver thread with clear lines, Luo Yi picked up the scissors and cut off the silver thread that reflected in the light, and there was a different kind of refractive and reflective silver thread in the silver light.

Finally got another one.

Gently rubbing the delicate and delicate lines with his fingertips, the corners of Luo Yi's lips raised slightly.

With a sigh, she put down the embroidery pattern and looked up, and what she could see was Mu Danchen's face that was reflected in the soft light of the light.

At this moment, he lowered his eyelashes, pulled the silver silk thread in his right hand and raised it high, his eyebrows and eyes, but he did not leave the crescent light veil in his hand, as if he was looking for the best landing place for the embroidery needle that was about to fall.

This guy really doesn't give up.

With a warm smile, she looked away.

Putting down the light gauze pattern in her hand and standing up, she wanted to go and drink a glass of warm water.

Raising her eyes and scanning the table, she turned around, and walked silently two steps in her soft cotton slagging before she suddenly stopped.

She seemed to have seen something just now.

Turning back slowly, her gaze stodied on the long strip of three-colored post-it notes on the table.

On the pink post-it note at the top, a few words are written vigorously with a black water-based pen:

Lolo, I really like you.

He... When was it written?

Turning her eyes, she looked at the back that was still entangled with the needle and thread.

That kind of back is so wide, expansive, and full of security.

As if aware that he had been stared at for a long time, the back full of security turned around, and the eyes of the two naturally met in mid-air, colliding, until a warm smile appeared in each other's eyes.

Deepening the curvature of the corners of her lips, she smiled at him, then turned around and walked out of the small world in the middle.

I don't know why the beauty stared at his back for a long time, and I don't know why the beauty suddenly smiled at him, and I don't know what the beauty thought in her heart, but when she smiled at him, he was very happy.

Seeing her petite figure gradually disappear from his sight, he smiled and lowered his eyes and continued to prepare, striving to cross the passing line of embroidery as soon as possible.

Apparently, his efforts were not in vain.

It has been nearly an hour and a half since tonight's threading, to say the least, and the hole in his hand is obvious

There are a lot less, and there are only three red dots left so far, and I think that he is indeed becoming more and more proficient in the craft of embroidery, and he is becoming more and more proficient.

Moreover, he has obviously found a balance between the tightness of the light yarn and the silk thread, although the degree is still far less dense and smooth than Luo Yi's, compared with yesterday's first embroidery, it is much better.

In time, he believes he can do better.

Full of confidence, he embroidered more and more energetically, pinching the needle and thread between his fingers back and forth, and the speed was much faster.

"Muzi... Brother Mu, let's go out to eat first. ”

There were no outsiders here, and it didn't seem appropriate to call him a little assistant, so after a pause, she finally changed her name to Brother Mu.

"Okay, give me two more minutes, there's still a few stitches left to complete an oval."

Looking up and smiling at her, he lowered his head and sped up.

"Luo Luo, don't worry about what to call me in the future, you can just call me Muzi, so that I won't feel that the relationship between the two of us is very different."

Compared with the sense of alienation brought by the title "Brother Mu", he undoubtedly prefers the closeness brought by the title "Muzi".

"Hmm."

With a soft hum, she agreed to his suggestion.

Because she had to continue after eating, she didn't rush to clean up.

Her eyes swept over the three-color post-it notes again, and she decided to put on her coat first.

Dressed in a fuchsia knee-length coat in front of the mirror, and then put on a pure snow-white silk scarf, and after adjusting the angle, she skillfully tied an elegant little bow.

Slowly unfolding the folds on the small bow, she looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly remembered the fluffy but stylish bow he had tied for her yesterday.

It's stupid, what's the use of thinking about what you don't have?

Even if he really learned to tie a scarf for his ex-girlfriend before, so what?

That was before.

Crooked fingers knocked on the door of her head, and she glared at herself in the mirror.

Did you know you're bored!?

She couldn't help but rub her tender cheeks a few times, and only after regaining her usual cold posture did she put down her hands.

"Lolo, what's wrong with you?"

Stepping out of the small space inside, I looked up and saw her rubbing her face.

Did she feel tired?

"Nothing."

Her tone was a little cold, and she lowered her head and put on her small ankle-length leather boots.

"Are you tired?"

Her coldness, as if he hadn't heard it, still walked forward with concern and asked.

"No, let's go."

Opening the door, she was the first to walk out.

Seeing her leave, Mu Danchen also hurriedly followed, reaching out to close the door.

She seems a little unhappy? Why?

Scratching his head, he couldn't figure it out.

Walking into the elevator with her, he was still confused, and he couldn't think of a reason.

Forget it, don't want to.

"What are we going to eat, Lolo?"

Stepping out of the elevator, he asked for her opinion. Of course, her opinion is definitely the main one, and his, secondary.

"What about you?"

She stared straight ahead and didn't look back.

"I'll eat whatever you eat."

As long as he can be with her, he will eat anything.

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