Cen Yao stammered suddenly: "When, of course not." ”

Xie Yixiu stared at her soft side face and doll-like eyelashes, and didn't tell Cen Yao that she sometimes looked really easy to bully.

Cen Yao knew that Sammo should just be joking, but she couldn't control the red ears on the ground.

After getting into the car and fastening her seat belt, in order to hide her inner discomfort, she took out the student's drawing from the folder, put it on her lap and looked through it silently.

Flipping over one by one, there were cities floating in mid-air, elevators built on the bottom of the sea, and spaceships that turned into Godzilla monsters, and when he saw one of them, Cen Yao's movements stopped.

On the plain white paper, there is a violet universe, the center of which contains the entire galaxy, and a Formula 1 car driving on the edge of the spiral arm.

I don't know if it was unintentional or intentional, but the color scheme of this car is the classic black and white livery of the Mask team.

Xie Yixiu glanced at Cen Yao's direction when he drove the car out of the parking space, and noticed the painting in her hand, and he was also slightly stunned.

Driving onto the main road, he said, "Your student's paintings? ”

"Well, we have an art competition at school." Cen Yao said.

Xie Yixiu asked casually: "They also watch racing?" ”

"Maybe, it's probably because I used the F1 atlas to expand for them, and some children were interested in it and went to see it, and Piola's set of paintings and calligraphy is very beautiful." Cen Yao said.

Piola is an F1 technical reporter, Xie Yixiu remembers that Cen Yao mentioned in his private message about buying the other party's art book, he held the steering wheel and said: "His book is ...... in China"

Originally, he was going to say that Piola's books were not easy to buy in China, but halfway through the sentence, Xie Yixiu realized that this would make him know F1 too well, so he temporarily changed his words: "Can his books be bought in China?" ”

"I bought it on behalf of you, do you want to see it?" Cen Yao asked him.

Xie Yixiu shook his head.

He also has a full collection of Formula 1 cars at home, and he's met Giorgio Piola himself on the track, and his book includes many of Mask's car drawings.

Like a specimen of his past, like the wings of a butterfly that has died.

There is nothing worth looking back on.

At this time, Cen Yao's mobile phone in his bag shook, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Cen Yao carefully put the paper back into the folder and picked up the phone.

In the large group of the first-grade art group, Mr. Zhang, the leader of the group, posted a message reminding everyone: "We need to prepare prizes for our competition, I discussed with the teachers of other grade groups, and I am going to buy picture books for the children. ”

Cen Yao replied "received", then turned off his mobile phone, leaned on the window frame and looked at the scene outside for a while, and yawned unconsciously.

"Sleepy?" Xie Yixiu asked.

Cen Yao said that there was a point, because he accompanied the students to the planetarium very early in the afternoon, and there was no time to rest at noon.

She rubbed her eyes and suddenly asked, "Have you ever been to the planetarium?" ”

Xie Yixiu paused and said that he had come.

Cen Yao turned his face sideways to him: "When." ”

"A few years ago." Xie Yixiu said.

Seven years ago, to be exact.

Cen Yao sighed, trying to make his tone sound casual: "Did you come by yourself, or with others." ”

Although it was judged from Sammer's various performances that he did not have a girlfriend now, she was not sure if he had been in a relationship before, whether he had an affair with anyone, or whether he had a one-sided liking.

Xie Yixiu also thought that Cen Yao would ask him other questions, such as how old he was at that time, what grade he was in, and which school he was in.

He even thought about what kind of answer he should give her.

But the little girl asked him if he was going with someone else.

Xie Yixiu lowered his eyelids, and his expression was a little playful: "There are others." ”

There were indeed others, and a lot of people, students in the entire grade of Shanghai Middle School.

Cen Yao puffed out his cheeks and elongated his tone a little: "That's it." ”

After a few seconds, I couldn't help but ask, "Girl." ”

Xie Yixiu did not deny it.

Cen Yao was a little unhappy, and slowly sat up straight: "Isn't it beautiful." ”

Xie Yixiu's tone was calm: "Which one do you ask?" ”

"Which one?" Cen Yao was stunned, and unconsciously raised his voice, "You, you went with a lot of girls?" ”

She almost asked Sanmer how he could do that.

Although he is handsome, he can't do whatever he wants, right?

And obviously he doesn't seem to know how to get along with girls.

Cen Yao was thinking wildly, hesitating whether to pretend to be generous, or to clearly point out that his behavior was corrupt and moral, when he heard Sammer say: "There are still many boys, because it is a group activity of the school. ”

Cen Yao: "......"

Cen Yao: "Why are you like this?" ”

"Which one?" Xie Yi asked neatly.

Cen Yao was choked and couldn't say anything anyway.

couldn't say it, he just deliberately looked at her anxious, and saw that she was inexplicably jealous.

She was silent, and moved closer to the car door, and a distinct Chu River Han realm immediately appeared between the two of them.

Sensing the little girl's behavior of distancing herself from herself, Xie Yixiu glanced at her and was about to speak, but Cen Yao opened his mouth first: "So there are very beautiful girls in your school?" ”

She knew that Sammer was not in the same high school as her, and had asked him where he lived in Shanghai, and he said that somewhere on the outskirts of the city, it was not the school district where Cen Yao's high school was located.

When Xie Yixiu heard this question, his eyes unconsciously appeared in front of Cen Yao when he was in high school.

A palm-sized face with white skin, round and bright eyes, and hair tied into a ponytail dangling at the back of the head.

It's very beautiful.

"Hmm." Xie Yixiu said.

Cen Yao felt that the topic he casually provoked was a mistake.

But she was still unconvinced and said, "How beautiful." ”

Xie Yixiu heard that the little girl's tone was a little angry, as if to remind him to answer carefully.

He thought for a moment and told her, "Not as pretty as you are now." ”

I don't know if it's the answer she wants to hear.

After listening, although Cen Yao didn't speak immediately, his expression became a lot more relaxed.

She moved back a little from the door: "...... You're okay with your eyesight. ”

Xie Yixiu echoed: "It's good. ”

At the same time, thinking thoughtfully, the little girl seems to be the type that can be easily coaxed.

After arriving home, Cen Yao kept thinking that he didn't know if Sammo would like his gift.

Before going to bed, she sent him a message asking him, "Did you notice that the kitten I gave you was a night light?" ”

After a few minutes, he sent her a photo.

In the photograph is the kitten astronaut she picked out for him, the rounded moon lamp emitting a gentle halo that looks like he has placed it on a bedside table.

"Isn't it cute?" Cen Yao asked.

Xie Yixiu saw Cen Yao's question and said yes with a lot of face.

He put his fingertips against the night light, carefully examined the kitten's face, and asked Cen Yao on the other end of the phone not very seriously: "Why do you look a little like you." ”

Cen Yao happily accepted his description: "Then you will treat me as accompanying you." ”

Xie Yixiu asked her, "What accompany me." ”

Cen Yao didn't think much about it, and said as a matter of course, "Sleep with you."

However, in the next second, she realized that something was wrong, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hurriedly withdrew the message.

…… What she's talking about.

No, it's all because this person asked nonsense, and almost took her to the pit.

Cen Yao protested: "What is the problem with you! ”

The boy innocently asked her, "What's the problem?" ”

Cen Yao wasn't sure if he really didn't understand, or if he was entertaining himself.

But she didn't want to make it clear, she just pretended that she hadn't said anything: "...... Never mind. ”

quickly changed the subject: "How can it be like me, are my legs so short?" ”

Although she is 1.6 meters tall, her legs are indeed not long.

Xie Yixiu said: "It's not a short leg. ”

Obviously, she asked him first if he was cute, why did he forget what he said.

Cen Yao wanted Sang Mo to make his words clearer every time, but when he became straightforward, she felt embarrassed again.

But it doesn't matter, because he compliments her on being cute!

Even if there was no mirror in front of him at the moment, Cen Yao could feel that the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably raised.

It was not too early, Xie Yixiu remembered that Cen Yao was sleepy in the car in the afternoon, and reminded her: "Don't sleep yet?" ”

Cen Yao thought he was going to rest, so he said, "I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep." ”

Then he said, "Good night." ”

She often said goodnight to Sammer, but he didn't seem to have this habit and wouldn't reply to her.

Cen Yao was really sleepy in the afternoon, but at this time, because of the spirit of chatting with Sang Mo, she didn't want to sleep for the time being, so she quit WeChat, clicked into Weibo and rushed for a while, remembering that Teacher Zhang in the work group asked everyone to buy competition prizes, and casually threw a memo into Xie Yixiu's private message.

Haruka Yama: "On December 2nd, I went to pick out picture books for students on the weekend. ”

After finishing the note, he wrote casually: "Woo, when can Sammer say goodnight to me, I really want to hear him say this." ”

Charging her phone, she turned off the bedside lamp, and while she lay down, she unconsciously recalled what happened in the afternoon.

In fact, Sammer tugged at her hat and accidentally let her fall into his arms, she was not so angry, and even had a trace of secret happiness.

He was tall and well-built, and she could feel the solid outline of his chest and abdomen through several layers of clothing.

And his hands are also very strong, and when he holds her, he makes her feel safe.

Thinking of this, Cen Yao's face began to feverish, and she pulled a part of the quilt off her body, allowing the cool air to pour in and eliminate the heat on her skin.

The phone that was being charged next to the pillow suddenly shook.

A new message comes in.

Not long after turning off the light, Cen Yao didn't feel sleepy, she rolled over and lay on the bed, her chin resting on the soft pillow, and unlocked the screen in the dark.

It was Sammer who sent a voice.

It's very short, only a second, I don't know what it is, or maybe I touched it by mistake.

Cen Yao clicked open, and the vibration of the voice hole caused a slight numbness in her palm, and the boy's clear voice was transmitted by the current, low and sultry-

"Good night."