Jiang Sheng held the mobile phone between his shoulders, and unconsciously picked up the pen while answering the phone, drawing on the sketchbook.

Lin Lu frowned, she didn't like others to touch her things, especially at work, but remembering that just now, her unintentional words hurt Jiang Sheng, so she chose to let him go, which can be regarded as her apology.

Jiang Sheng answered the phone, Lin Lu hadn't come out yet, and when Lin Lu returned again, she was carrying another bottle of wine in her hand.

Opening the wine, Lin Lu filled it for himself, and there was an empty bottle on the side, Jiang Sheng moved his eyes and asked her:

"Drink so much, not afraid of getting drunk?"

"It's a low-alcohol wine."

After that, the two were speechless.

Jiang Sheng smoked two cigarettes in a row, Lin Lu drank two glasses of wine, and the two of them under the moon, no one spoke, just quietly busy with their own things, at ease.

The wind comes out, and the leaves rustle.

The pen makes a subtle rubbing sound on the paper, and the atmosphere is not awkward, on the contrary, it is comfortable.

Lin Lu remembered where he saw a passage......

If you meet a person, when you are with him, even if you don't do anything and stay quietly, you will not feel bored and bored. Then he is the one who will be with you for the rest of your life.

Lin Lu's nerves suddenly tightened, and the words 'hand in hand for life' were ridiculous.

She raised her eyebrows leisurely and looked at Jiang Sheng, her eyes glowing with a slightly drunken color.

muttered in my heart: Fart big boy, bring a yarn.

At that time, in the courtyard of the four directions, it was comfortable and quiet, the fine stars were sprinkled on the black curtain, the cool wind blew the hair on her forehead, taking away the sticky sweat, and the wine in the cup was cool and comfortable.

For many years afterward, Lin Lu recalled this summer night, which was unforgettable.

"Lin Lu,"

This was the first time Jiang Sheng called her by her name.

He said, "Don't tell Dean Fang. ”

Lin Lu asked him, "Are you afraid of her?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid," Jiang Sheng wrote down the date on the plain notebook and stood up, "She's not in good health, and I don't want her to worry." With that, he walked towards the door.

Lin Lu shouted at his back: "Back to school? ”

He replied: "Go back to the welfare home." ”

Jiang Sheng left, Lin Lu drank the rest of the wine, got up and was about to close the door, when he saw the tip of the pen exposed in the sketchbook.

She propped herself up on the edge of the table and pinched the tip of her pen to pull the sketchbook away.

On the paper, she was drinking under the vine, her silhouette was subtle, and the moment she was drinking with her head held high, she was captured by him, and she was charming.

Lin Lu's fingertips ran over the paper......

This is what he sees in her.

Lin Lu raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door, the gate of the black hole cave had long since disappeared Jiang Sheng's shadow.

The sketchbook was put away, the door was closed, and Lin Lu entered the West House.

……

The next day, Jiang Sheng saw Lin Lu again in the sports field, she was wearing a gray jogging suit and stopped in front of his car.

"How many hours do you do each day?" Lin Lu grabbed the handlebar with one hand.

Jiang Sheng stepped on the pedal with one foot, supported the ground with the other, leaned his body, and tilted his head to look at Lin Lu.

"What?"

"How many copies?"

Jiang Sheng felt that she was a little weird, and moved the handlebar, "You let go." ”

"How many?"

Lin Lu not only didn't let go, but his other hand was also put on and clutched it.

Jiang Sheng looked at her posture, not to mention that he wouldn't let go. Irritable exhale, reply:

"Milk in the morning from Monday to Friday, and in the evening," he looked at her, and that look said, you know.

Lin Lu shrugged, okay, she got it.

Jiang Sheng continued: "There are still weekends, and I have to be a tutor. ”

"How many students?"

"Not necessarily."

Lin Lu asked: "After all the calculations, how much can you earn in a month?" ”

Jiang Sheng's patience was insufficient, and he frowned and said, "Not necessarily. ”

"You don't have to have an approximate number."

Jiang Sheng looked to the side, he was really annoyed, and his tone was not good, "Sometimes more than three thousand, sometimes five thousand." ”

When the tutor's class hours are full, he earns more, and vice versa.

Lin Lu had a number in his heart.

"I'll give you six thousand, and I'll hire you this month."