Chapter Eighty-Three: Squatting at Every Turn
As soon as this sadness rose, it couldn't be stopped, it kept lingering in my heart, I couldn't go up or down, which made Qiao Xiduo feel extremely uncomfortable, even if she was wearing a coat, she couldn't cover up the cold around her.
Why do you want to do this? Isn't it just that I saw a boy playing a game with a girl, wasn't it that Li Qi complained about my poor skills, didn't I just act as a waiter in an Internet café, didn't I lose a lot in front of the bearded, didn't I just waited a little longer for them to come, didn't I failed to apprentice, didn't I have an unpleasant relationship with Lan Chenjun, didn't I lose Zhao Jiahui's friend?
Qiao Xiduo quickly looked away, squatted on the side of the road, silently lowered his head, and didn't say a word.
When Lan Chenjun came out, he saw such a scene, the little person shrunk herself into a ball, the snow fell on her hair one by one, and her clothes slowly melted, looking like a little silence on the road.
"What are you doing here? Go back quickly. ”
Lan Chenjun couldn't help but remind her, but the people on the side of the road were still squatting there motionless.
I wonder if she didn't pay attention because the weather was too cold, "Qiao Xiduo?" Lan Chenjun stepped forward and was twisted open by Qiao Xiduo as soon as he touched her shoulder.
Is this throwing him a child's temper? Thinking that it was an illusion just now, Lan Chenjun stretched out his hand again, and it was still the same result.
"Qiao Xiduo, if you don't get up again, I'll go back."
Lan Chenjun was about to walk back, and vaguely heard Qiao Xiduo snorting a few times, and just as he turned his head and wanted to say something, he heard a very fast voice from far and near.
"Qiao Xiduo!" Lan Chenjun only had time to take a step before he felt a shadow flash in front of him, and the sound of the tires pressing the snow passed by.
"Oops!"
Qiao Xiduo also sat on the ground in panic.
"How are you?" Lan Chenjun saw Qiao Xiduo in a panic with one hand on the ground and the other arm blocking in front of him, stepped forward in three steps and two steps to help her up, and gently took her hand away.
Qiao Xiduo only felt a gust of wind blowing and wanted to hide back just now, and then his face was cold, and he fell to the ground, because there was a thin layer of ice on the ground, and he felt that his buttocks were also cold, and he was stunned there.
I don't know who helped me up, slowed down my numb legs, and said angrily in the direction where the car disappeared just now: "Don't you see anyone on the side of the road, and don't pay attention to it." The others who provoked them looked at them.
As he spoke, he looked to the side, and the remaining word "Xie ......" was stuck in his throat.
Isn't this Lan Chenjun? Was he lifting her up? Isn't he gone?
Qiao Xiduo was still in surprise, and saw that Lan Chenjun, who was frowning and looking ugly just now, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after she turned around, and in the next second, the cold color between her eyebrows disappeared all of a sudden, and there seemed to be a smile in her eyes.
Is he trying to laugh? Lan Chenjun actually wants to laugh?!
"What are you doing?" Qiao Xiduo looked at him inexplicably, and then looked at the sky, is this a change of sky?
"Your face ......"
Her face? Qiao Xiduo subconsciously wiped her face and looked again, her hands were the same color as mud, she quickly lowered her head, and found that there were also a few drops of mud splashed on her clothes, you can imagine what her face is like.
"Ahh Qiao Xiduo was embarrassed and was about to dodge, but Lan Chenjun restrained her wrist.
"You, what are you doing?" After struggling a few times and not breaking away, his wrist hurt slightly, and his miserable embarrassment was clearly seen by Lan Chenjun, and it made him laugh, Qiao Xiduo's mood that had just dropped a little now immediately soared.
She only felt that there was a stuffy breath in her chest that was difficult to express, and she roared in a low voice: "Let go of me!" ”
Tears fell together as he said this sentence unconsciously, and this time it was out of control.
Feeling that Lan Chenjun let go of his hand in an instant, Qiao Xiduo first bit his lip and endured it for a while, and then couldn't help but directly cover his face and squat there and whimper.