a delicate flower

That night, the bells of the teaching building far away from the living area rang through the corridors of the teaching building on time. The school road was quiet, and the street lights stood at intervals. Occasionally, couples who walked together sweetly hugged each other, or girls in twos and threes just never walked far away. The courier center at the office took the courier and left, and one or two students in sportswear came out to run at night with earphones plugged in.

Ai Lang stood downstairs in the boys' dormitory, with his hands in his jacket pockets, his casual eyes wandering between passers-by and the exit of the dormitory.

Zhuang Lin then made the phone call and walked out of the dormitory. There were only a few figures standing under the street lights in front of the dormitory building. A scruffy boy with slippers on was looking around. next to.

When Zhuang Lin quickened his pace and walked in front of Ai Lang, Ai Lang was stepping on a small stone on the sole of his foot, standing on tiptoe boredly.

"Senior."

Ailang turned back following the sound, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he saw Zhuang Lin's face as expected.

The time of waiting for someone is always the most enduring time to spend. Even if the process is very depressing, when the person you are waiting for appears within sight, a sense of satisfaction will fill your heart in an instant.

Ai Lang likes to wait for Zhuang Lin.

Zhuang Lin's pace obviously quickened a lot. He frowned slightly and walked behind Ai Lang and said, "I'm going to the activity center to find the senior. Why is the senior here?"

Zhuang Lin stayed in the computer room for a while in the evening. On the way back to the dormitory, he sent a WeChat message to Ai Lang saying that he would go back to the dormitory to get some things before going to Ai Lang. Ai Lang only replied with an OK gesture, which Zhuang Lin didn't expect You will see Ai Lang waiting for him downstairs in the dormitory.

Ailang glanced around Zhuang Lin's body, with earphones plugged into his left ear, his left hand holding the mobile phone that had just ended the call, his right hand was empty, and he was carrying only a backpack behind him.Ailang felt a little regretful that Zhuang Lin didn't come out with a suitcase, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes rolled, he looked at Zhuang Lin's clothes, and asked, "Are you going for a run?"

Zhuang Lin wore a mix and match, basketball pants with a sports windbreaker, wristbands on his hands, and a pair of black and red sneakers.

Zhuang Lin took off the earphone hanging on his left ear, and said, "Well, but if you want to go back to the apartment now, senior, you can go back."

Ai Lang thought of Zhuang Lin's previous routine, going to bed early and getting up early, insisting on running and exercising every day. Since Ai Lang got involved in Zhuang Lin's life, Zhuang Lin was brought up by Ai Lang to sleep late and get up late, and stopped clocking in for morning and night runs. Zhuang Lin has been accommodating him unconditionally, it can be said that he is always on call.

Ellen asked, "go to the playground for a run?"

"Ok?"

"I'll accompany you. I'll sit by the playground and watch your schoolbag for you."

Ailang suggested on the spur of the moment, Zhuang Lin blinked and nodded.In fact, the playground is crowded and noisy, and at night it is one of the activities and training venues of the major clubs. Zhuang Lin prefers to run around the campus at night.

When Zhuang Lin and Ai Lang went to the playground, it was indeed very lively. The hip-hop dance team danced with shadows and beats in the huge light area under the stands. Always run in a counterclockwise direction.

The light in the playground was uneven, so bright that it was exposed, and so dark that it was dark, so passers-by didn't pay attention to the two handsome faces of Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin who could be called ostentatious.Zhuang Lin followed Ai Lang to the center of the playground, where people sat and chatted in twos and threes or in a circle, Ai Lang graciously helped Zhuang Lin take off his schoolbag, and sat in an open space, facing Zhuang with his face up Lin said, "Go for a run."

Ai Lang sat not far from the light, his upturned face was covered with a soft light, and the girl sitting three or four meters away immediately noticed Ai Lang.

Zhuang Lin stood still, looking down at Ai Lang condescendingly. He stood with his backlit.He raised his head and looked into the distance, then squatted down in front of Ai Lang, and asked with a smile: "Senior, why don't you go over there and wait for me?"

"Ok?"

Ellen looked at him puzzled.

Zhuang Lin pointed to the edge of the playground, and explained: "It's a little closer to the side door, and I can leave there directly after I finish running."

"it is good."

Holding his schoolbag in his arms, AI Lang stretched out his hand to grab Zhuang Lin's hand with a smile, and stood up with his strength.Ai Lang patted his pants, followed Zhuang Lin to the corner where the daytime light couldn't shine.Although he wanted to get closer to the door, Zhuang Lin took Ailang to move away from the door. It was dark, there were few people, and it was quiet, and he didn't stare at Ailang's face.

Ai Lang sat on the ground leaning against the protective net on the edge of the playground, Zhuang Lin's schoolbag was resting on his lap, he held the schoolbag with his chin resting on it, raised his head and looked in Zhuang Lin's direction, and asked, "How long do you want to run?" lock up?"

Zhuang Linying said: "Senior, help me count."

Ai Lang smiled, and replied a little perfunctorily: "Okay." Although he agreed to come down, there were so many people running on the track, and the distance was not too far, but the light was not enough, Ai Lang was really not confident that he could Help Zhuang Lin count without landing.

Zhuang Lin simply stretched his muscles, turned around and ran into the track.

Ai Lang took out his mobile phone, and Xing Lu sent him several WeChat messages. The first one was half an hour ago, asking Ai Lang if he would go back to the activity center, and asking for a package to burn jelly; the last one was 2 minutes ago, complaining Ai Lang was too busy to reply to the message, so he asked others to bring the burnt jelly grass.

Ailang rubbed his chin against Zhuang Lin's schoolbag, knocked on the message and replied: "Accompany my boyfriend to run in the playground~"

Wang Zuge: "[White Eyes.jpg]"

Wang Zuge: "[Hit you.jpg]"

Ai Lang took out his earphones and connected his mobile phone to listen to music, hummed softly, and occasionally looked down at the lyrics.

The phone was silent for a while, and a notification message popped out with a "thud".

Wang Zuge: "Even if you follow to the playground, you still have nothing to do."

Ai Lang was just about to reply to her, when suddenly, a figure approached him in front of him, Ai Lang raised his head blankly, his eyes followed the man squatting down, his vigilant heart was relieved by the familiar scent of shower gel, and his ears were covered After rubbing his fingers twice, the earphone on one side was taken off.

"Eh?"

Ailang wanted to ask Zhuang Lin why he finished running so quickly, but he heard Zhuang Lin sticking to his ear and said softly, "I'll check in, senior...

"one."

The other ear was still humming a sexy and provocative English song, which was suppressed by Zhuang Lin's voice into the background music.

Ai Lang turned his face away, wanting to see Zhuang Lin's facial expression, but he couldn't see clearly because of the dim light. He could only vaguely feel the other's strands of breathing floating on his face and neck, rubbing Very itchy.

At this time, the other party moved, and Ai Lang blinked his eyes. When he realized that his lips were touched lightly, Ai Lang's brain became hot instantly. When he was stunned, Zhuang Lin had already run into the runway again .

"..."

Ailang stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, pursed his lips, shook his legs happily, and replied to Xing Lu, "I'm in charge of counting laps for him, do you know how to count?"

Ailang waited eagerly for Xing Lu's reply. After half a song, the message popped up——

Wang Zuge: "Does counting circles still pay attention to multiple notations?"

Ai Liangyue: "He ran over and kissed me just after running around~"

Wang Zuge: "..."

Wang Zuge: "[Hit you.jpg]"

At this time, Zhuang Lin ran another lap, and when he ran over this time, Ai Lang obviously felt his breathing thicken.

"two."

As soon as Zhuang Lin finished counting, Ai Lang took the initiative to "baji" on his lips.

The light was dim, and Zhuang Lin's face was already red to the ears in Ai Lang's imagination.

After Zhuang Lin left, Ai Lang broadcast a report to Xing Lu in real time.

Ai Liangyue: "Two~"

Wang Zuge: "..."

Wang Zuge: "[Gavin's professional fake smile.gif]"