a delicate flower

Ai Lang and Xing Lu finished the breakfast that Zhuang Lin sent, and they were over sleepy.New year and new weather, one is busy keeping in touch with the hot-sought substitute teachers, knowing that he is worried about absenteeism and roll call; the other is carrying a small stool, holding professional books and running to the balcony to bask in the sun, knowing that he is worried about the final exam.

Eleven o'clock.

Ai Lang threw the professional textbook aside, walked to the bed, fell down, and lay down on the quilt. Before the professional textbook turned over the catalog page, his brain capacity had already beeped and issued an insufficient memory error warn.

It is said that mental work consumes no less energy than manual labor. It took Ai Lang a whole morning to come to this conclusion.He turned over and said to Xing Lu, "Let's go out to eat."

Sitting in front of the computer desk, Xing Lu put a mirror on her face, used Ai Lang's cosmetics as a primer, and said, "Wait a minute, what time is it, others haven't finished class yet."

Xing Lu's words didn't point out who the others were, but the speaker had no intention and the listener had intentions. Ailang thought something was wrong with her words, and got up and said, "Your intention to speak well of Zhuang Lin has become more and more obvious recently. What kind of benefits did you take from him?"

Ai Lang walked to the computer table, leaned back against the edge of the table, and confronted Xing Lu face to face with his eyes fixed.

Xing Lu's eyebrows were covered in light gray by the liquid foundation, which looked a little funny. She raised her head and looked at Ai Lang, and said in a daze, "What did I just say about me? Oh, I said 'someone else'. What's the matter, In your dictionary, there is no one but Zhuang Lin?"

"..."

Ai Lang was choked, and Xing Lu frowned calmly at the mirror, and with a few strokes in place, she swept her brows lightly with her fingertips, got up and pushed Ai Lang on the chair to sit down. Lang said "don't be nervous", just like the concubine Xian who loves to have her hair done.

The two dawdled until 11:30 to go out, and took a taxi for 10 minutes to eat spicy pot. As soon as they arrived at the door of the store, Ai Lang's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed Zhuang Lin.

Ailang refused to answer the phone, but Xing Lu's cell phone rang again. Ailang didn't answer the phone, and he didn't let Xing Lu answer the phone. It wasn't until the two of them finished eating the fragrant pot that it was an hour later that he raised his voice. Lifting her chin, she allowed Xing Lu to answer Zhuang Lin.

Xing Lu: "..."

Xing Lu felt that Ai Lang's approach was too immoral. Zhuang Lin was not allowed to come over for dinner, but asked Zhuang Lin to drive to pick them up, exploiting the labor force.

But when Xing Lu called Zhuang Lin, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Okay, I'll go over now."

Xing Lu hung up the speakerphone and said to Ai Lang: "Listen, how humble and how easy it is to satisfy a young man. Don't be discouraged when you are left out, don't get angry when you are ordered, and don't be angry when you are..."

Ellen raised her hand abruptly and said, "waiter, she pays."

Xing Lu: "..."

The gentle and polite male waiter immediately came over and said to Xing Lu, "Beauty, please come here to pay the bill." He made an inviting gesture and pointed in the direction of the junction where the aisles of the two dining areas extend.

Xing Lu pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled at the waiter, grinning her noble and glamorous aunt's red lips. The red circle of her lips was eaten because of eating spicy hot pot. Grinning like he was about to eat a child, the male waiter smiled awkwardly and politely, and his pace became faster as he walked in front and led the way.

Xing Lu took her mobile phone and a small pack of facial tissues, and said to Ai Lang, "I'll go to the bathroom by the way."

Ai Lang waved to her, but Xing Lu didn't return for more than ten minutes. Ai Lang used chopsticks to pick out the prickly ash in the incense pot. Someone sat down and raised his head, but he didn't see Xing Lu, but Zhuang Lin came.

Ai Lang glanced at him lightly, then lowered his eyes and continued to pick up peppers on his own.

Zhuang Lin sat opposite Ai Lang, quietly looking at Ai Lang's drooping eyebrows, seemingly obedient and gentle, Zhuang Lin slightly bent his lips, and said, "Senior, do you need help?"

"..."

Ai Lang was too lazy to talk to Zhuang Lin, so Zhuang Lin picked up the chopsticks beside him, followed Ai Lang to pick peppercorns in the incense pot, picked out one, stretched out his hand and put it on Ai Lang's plate, picked another one, and picked it up again. Into Ellen's plate.In the silence between the two of them, Ailang's plate was piled up with small hills of peppercorns.

"..."

With a low voice, Zhuang Lin said softly as if casually: "I ate lunch in the cafeteria by myself at noon, senior."

Ellen was indifferent.

Zhuang Lin added: "I met two senior sisters in the laboratory. They wanted to have dinner with me, but I refused them."

Ellen ignored him.

Zhuang Lin said again: "Senior promised to have dinner with me, today is only the second day..."

Ai Lang pressed the chopsticks on the table with a "pia", and Zhuang Lin picked up the chopsticks of Zanthoxylum bungeanum and split the fork. The Zanthoxylum bungeanum slipped away from the tip of the chopsticks and rolled back into the incense pot.

Ai Lang picked up the lemonade next to him and sucked the straw in his mouth. Zhuang Lin's eyes inadvertently fell on Ai Lang's slightly pouted lips, he pursed his thin lips, and changed his words: "Actually, senior can accompany me for a meal a day. enough……"

Ailan turned his face to the side, turned away, and sneered: "Who are you pretending to be pitiful for?"

Zhuang Lin replied sincerely: "I pretended to be pitiful and only showed it to the senior." Except for Ailang, he didn't need to show weakness in front of others, and he didn't bother to show weakness.

"..."

As soon as Xing Lu came back, after greeting Zhuang Lin with a smile, she happened to see Zhuang Lin put a prickly ash on Ai Lang's plate, and her eyes inevitably fell on the plate of prickly ash in front of Ai Lang , twitching the corners of his mouth in puzzlement, and asked: "Your way of flattering you is really novel, does this mean... that people are better than Huajiao (pepper)?"

Xing Lu's tone was obviously uncertain.

Ellen: "..."

Zhuang Lin chuckled and hummed a slight nasal sound that was surprisingly nice.

·

in the afternoon.

After Ai Lang and Xing Lu finished four classes, the bell rang for the end of class. Xing Lu quickly packed up her things, picked up her textbooks and stood beside Ai Lang, hopping and urging: "Hurry up, you have to go out and grab a battery car! "

Xing Lu had selective amnesia, and forgot that Zhuang Lin had a car worth millions.She loves pretending to make fun of others. Ellen gave her a blank look and didn't say anything clearly, but he still took his time and copied down a key formula on the blackboard for solving a problem.

It was also rare for Xing Lu to listen carefully to a class, and pointed out mercilessly: "What are you copying, you turn a page back, this question comes with an answer."

Ai Lang forced an excuse and said: "It's too troublesome to turn the page. I have to copy the key formula next to the title, so as to deepen the impression."

Ailang's right hand was clenched into a fist, holding a pen and pressing down on the lower right corner of the textbook. Xing Lu froze holding the upper right corner of the page to turn it back.

Ai Lang resisted the urge to prick Xing Lu with the pen of Rong Rong, and pressed down the textbook with both hands, so that he could copy the formula smoothly.

Xing Lu let out a chuckle, stood on tiptoe, pressed her butt against the edge of the table slightly, looked at the empty classroom in the classroom, looked down at Ai Lang, and asked, "What are you and Zhuang Lin now?" Condition?"

Ailang stopped being secretive, and said clearly: "It's okay, he said that as long as I let him pick him up and go to and from school for a month, and eat with him, I won't force me to do anything else. Today is the 29th day."

Xing Lu heard the clue as soon as she heard it, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Oh...that's okay, I picked up a driver for free."

Xing Lu scratched her chin, guessing whether Ailang was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, she asked tentatively, "By the way, after the final exam, do you want to go shopping with me and Hua Hua? The main shopping, Take a trip by the way. They lied that they finished the exam on the 19th, and I think we should be about the same."

Ailang asked without raising his head, "how many days?"

Xing Lu tilted her head, and said vaguely: "One week? Anyway, the holiday trip is fixed, but the specifics haven't been decided yet. Let's talk about it after the exam. I don't want to go home and squat right after the holiday. "

Ai Lang paused at the tip of his pen, and when he heard the word "go home", he said: "Let's see it then, remember to inform me."

Xing Lu: "Alright!"

Ai Lang finished copying a formula from the old elder, and the blue ballpoint pen handwriting occupied the blank space on the right side of the title. His handwriting was neither light nor heavy, perhaps because the quality of the textbook paper was average. The indentation can be clearly felt on the back of the page, especially the last few words, and the force of the pen almost penetrates the paper.