Chapter 177 Holding the Hand

Style: Girl Author: Qingyan LingxueWords: 2669Update Time: 24/01/12 00:25:32
Two lines of clear tears fell down.

Xia Yang's heart tightened, and it became difficult to breathe.

Did he make her cry again?

"Okay, okay, stop crying. It's my fault."

Xia Yang hurriedly looked for tissues and touched two handfuls on his blue sweater.

Then I realized that the tissue was in grandma's gray woolen coat. I reached out to get it and unexpectedly found a ball of tissue in Zhu Yan's right hand.

He gently held her hand, lifted it up and tapped Zhu Yan's face without hesitation.

Um? The sudden warmth on her hand made Zhu Yan startled for a second. She lowered her head and saw her right hand coming closer.

"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze, ahem!"

The thick pepper hit his nose instantly, choking Zhu Yan to tears.

What the hell, is there such a fool as you?

Zhu Yan shook off Xia Yang's hand, turned around, wiping tears to herself.

His uncle's, his grandma's, his seventh aunt and uncle's, almost choked her.

Meeting this shameless white-faced guy is really unlucky!

"Zhu Yan, I, you, Zhu Yan, you, don't cry."

Xia Yang suddenly became incoherent. Why did she suddenly cry again?

In a year and a half, I have never seen her cry, I have only seen her smile.

With a beautiful smile, the flowers around you are eclipsed!

Ten years ago, he had never seen her cry. He only saw her smile. That innocent and clean smile warmed his entire childhood and adolescence!

In the young boy's first love, a seed named Zhu Yan was quietly planted in his heart. Then, it gradually took root and sprouted, and a brilliant flower bloomed in his heart.

For the rest of my life, I must grow old with her.

Just like in my ignorant childhood, holding her hand and walking slowly by the river!

Zhu Yan took a deep breath.

He took a tissue with his left hand and wiped it on his face.

cry?

What did she have to cry about?

It was too late for her to be happy.

Goodbye!

Finally, it was time to take advantage of the situation.

Zhu Yan glanced left and right out of the corner of her eye, then raised her feet and walked forward to the left.

It’s not too late to throw the pepper away now. It won’t be too late to throw it away when we get to school.

"Boom."

Her vision went dark. What did she hit?

The tree is obviously at the rear right.

Zhu Yan raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and a piece of blue came into view!

Um? look up.

I caught a glimpse of the faceless white face, magnified directly above the head. There was a look of panic on the face and a little tenderness sliding through the eyes?

"I'm sorry, Zhu Yan, it's my fault. I shouldn't have teased you."

Xia Yang's gentle voice came over in a low voice.

It's warm and moist, like mica cake in your mouth, it sounds very nice!

It sounded better than the scholar's voice just now.

Zhu Yan raised her head and looked at the clean and white face in front of her, without any acne marks or blackheads.

Suddenly I wanted to raise my hand and pinch it.

Those bright and clear eyes, like dark gems, reflected her image.

"Hiss!" Xia Yang took a breath of cold air, and the right side of his face suddenly hurt. In an instant, he laughed again.

Hehe, Zhu Yan is touching his face!

Hehe, as long as she is happy.

As long as she doesn't cry, everything is fine

Zhu Yan blinked slightly and looked away.

Damn it, why is this shameless white-faced guy looking at her like that!

Glancing at it, I saw that my grandma’s left hand had been retracted under her gray woolen coat. Her left hand!

She must be suffering from a demonic disease, but unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, she touched and pinched the white face.

Well, it feels pretty good.

Zhu Yan glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that the white face that had just been pinched was still covered with red marks.

Like, like.

Zhu Yan turned her head to the side, her ears feeling slightly warm.

Those two finger prints on that white face were so vivid, just like two gorgeous red lips!

Xia Yang looked at the blushing Zhu Yan in front of him and was stunned for a millisecond. In an instant, his heart was filled with ups and downs.

Is Zhu Yan being shy?

Because I just touched his face?

The blushing look is so pretty!

Like Confucius, it is disrespectful to come and not reciprocate.

What should I do? He wants to touch it too?

If you touch it, will you get beaten?

What if you cry?

What a stupid ass I was, I should have taken the opportunity to wipe my face just now and touch it.

No, no, Xia Yang blinked gently, this is the girl he likes, he can't just take advantage of her.

You can touch your hands openly.

He glanced at his grandmother's hands under her gray woolen coat.

Xia Yang frowned slightly. Sure enough, he was wearing too little!

The hand that touched his face just now seemed a little cold.

Xia Yang reached out and held Zhu Yan's hand under the woolen coat. It was indeed a little cold.

It's okay, he's here! He is the furnace!

Um?

Zhu Yanxing's eyes widened, and the sudden warmth from her hands made her lower her head and then immediately raise her head.

His own hands suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly there were those slender hands holding his own.

What the hell, who allowed this shameless white face to hold her hand!

It's simply so shameless.

"Hold your hand and grow old together with me." Xia Yang said in a low voice, "Zhu Yan, I have liked you for a long time. You really don't remember me."

The gentle voice sounded instantly, making Zhu Yan startled. How long was it?

ten years? Ten years ago, she didn't remember his existence?

No, what did he just do? Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him? !

Do you want to grow old slowly with her?

Oh, has she been confessed? !

However, she seemed to smell pepper again.

Damn Xia Yang!

"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze, ahem!"

"Zhu Yan!" Xia Yang whispered, and naturally took Zhu Yan into his arms, "This way, it won't be too cold."

"Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, cough!" Almost at the same time, Zhu Yan kept sneezing.

The white face suddenly pulled him, and the pepper in his right hand came directly to his nose.

Damn it, this white-faced guy has a grudge against her!

She just quietly took some pepper and ate instant noodles at night to add flavor. As for torturing her like this?

"Zhu Yan, let me take care of you for the rest of your life." Xia Yang's low voice sounded in his ears.

The rest of your life?

"Tobeornottobe, thisisaquestionorthsidering."

Suddenly something came into Zhu Yan's mind.

Whether it can survive now is already a big question.

Zhu Yan tried to move her right hand holding the pepper away from her nose, but found that she couldn't move?

His uncle's, his grandfather's, his seventh aunt and eighth uncle, he actually dared to hug her!

Teasing her openly in public!

"Wow, it's so romantic." "I also want to find a boyfriend."

The sound of a flock of sparrows suddenly came over.

"There are no boyfriends here." A sweet voice came over clearly, "Xia Yang is Zhu Yan's boyfriend."

"What about him?" Someone became excited, "Liu Ruixuan, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Liu Ruixuan, you seem to like Zhu Yan, right?" "Wow, what a love triangle."

"I like her." Liu Ruixuan's gentle voice came over again, "But the beauty of a gentleman is that of an adult. Zhu Yan already has Xia Yang, so I quit half a year ago."

ah? At this point, Zhu Yan was a little confused and even forgot the smell of pepper.

When did she have Xia Yang?

Who has a love triangle?

She hasn't even fallen in love yet.

"Yes, Xia Yang and Zhu Yan are Jingyun's golden children, and they are known to the whole school." Lan Qingqing's sweet voice also drifted over.

Does the whole school know?

Why didn't she know?

Zhu Yan was startled for a moment and sneezed twice more.

Could it be that she fell into a fake Jingyun?

Is this shameless white-faced guy spreading rumors on campus?

No wonder, except for this white-faced boy, no boy dangled in front of her.

Go to hell and take care of the rest of your life.

Zhu Yan raised her foot and swung it from side to side, then stomped hard on the white-faced foot...

new