"Son, have you sent your love letter?"
The proprietress Xuan Hua loosened her son's sleeves and couldn't help asking another question.
This is like squeezing toothpaste out of half a sentence.
"Hua'er, don't make any noise, let your son continue." The boss Liu Fen glanced at his wife, raised his hand and patted the rich hand that was resting on the chopping board, "You still don't know which department this is from?"
"Huh? Which department? Is this useful?" Xuan Hua, the proprietress, glanced at her and said, "The books we read are all the same, so of course they are in the same department as our son."
"Well, it seems to make sense." Boss Liu Fen patted the old woman's rich hand again and changed the topic, "But, my intuition tells me that it doesn't look like it."
The proprietress Xuan Hua looked at her husband steadily, and there was something different about her.
Are you stupid, pig brain? Besides eating braised pork trotters, what else do you know?
Boss Liu Fen smiled, remained silent, turned to his handsome son, and said, "Announce the results."
How stupid is he? This is a man's intuition!
"They are not from the same department," Liu Ruixuan chuckled.
At that time, he really thought that she was related to him.
After that, he just sat there quietly, occasionally raising his eyes to look at Zhu Yan.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he flipped through the "History of Western Music" in front of him.
After sitting for a while, he became anxious again.
A few lines from some song sung by someone suddenly popped into my head: Do you know what it feels like to miss someone, like drinking a glass of ice-cold water, and then for a long, long time, shedding tears one by one? …
How to approach her?
Being familiar with Gu Long Wen Ruian, he would never approach her in the disgraceful way that is currently popular (in fact, he didn't dare, and the conditions didn't allow it.
What to do? He looked around and saw a handful of young men and women, as well as a group of four or five eye-catching light bulbs opposite. He had no choice but to sit quietly, occasionally looking up at the blue and white figure.
She was so serious, as if she had never noticed the people and things around her.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, don't let sorrow and hatred arise.
When the sunshine gradually receded and dusk came, Zhu Yan left the library again surrounded by the chaotic colors.
He then raised his feet and followed, pacing slowly behind, occasionally listening to the laughter coming from the front.
In this way, I followed him not far or too close, walking through the School of Liberal Arts, the School of Music, the School of Philosophy, the stadium, and finally walked into the restaurant.
He picked a table and sat down, six or seven dining tables away from her.
From time to time, I looked up at the beautiful lady with her pink neck hanging down, her slender hands slightly raised, and her mouth slightly open.
He pretended to eat the rice as if nothing had happened (grain by grain), thinking that he was watching her secretly. Every move she made was so appropriately beautiful, so beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate.
He glanced at it from time to time, then looked around the cafeteria as if nothing was happening, then lowered his head and ate.
Suddenly I remembered that favorite song: All your movements influence my sight. You are my poem, a classic of joy, and a beautiful ending.
He is happy from the bottom of his heart, just like the spring outside the window, the romantic season, and the drunken poetry.
"Look, this guy is so weird. The three dishes he ordered are all tofu. I really want to eat tofu."
A thunder suddenly exploded above the head, followed by a burst of chaotic laughter.
Looking up, he saw several boys throwing their rice bowls onto the dining tables in front of and behind him.
In an instant, seven or eight boys with various hairstyles were sitting within 1, 2 and 3 meters of him, strictly blocking the view of Zhu Yan.
He chuckled, curled his lips, picked up the dinner basin and changed his position.
A person who looks elegant and elegant is so attractive to others.
But, damn, he is a boy, not a girl.
As for this group of big boys staring at him alone? There were many empty tables around him.
Did Zhu Yan see him as a handsome man?
He raised his head and looked to the right, and saw the faces of the boys approaching him.
Ahem, is this a special arrangement?
Has he been flirting with women lately?
He has always been the most clean and collected person.
He glanced at several people from left to right, then lowered his head and continued eating, wolfing down the food.
He couldn't get entangled with them. He wanted to find out which department Zhu Yan was from. This was the focus today.
"Hi, you like tofu very much, fresh tofu?"
Among the few people who came over, someone suddenly made a voice, and it was the voice just now.
A mad dog appears out of nowhere and takes too much control.
Ignorant mad dogs don’t understand that tofu is the meat of the field, known as green milk, and has extremely high nutritional value.
He said nothing, did not raise his head, and concentrated on eating his food. Without seeing Zhu Yan's movements, he put chopsticks into his mouth one after another.
Zhu Yan was not far away, so he had to stay calm and maintain his image.
"I'm talking to you." The man's voice sounded again, and he tapped the dinner basin in front of him with his chopsticks.
Take a step back and the world will be brighter!
He looked up at the owner of the chopsticks, a boy with flat hair and thick eyebrows.
He never talks to anyone who is not a good person!
He glanced at it, then looked away, and replied calmly, "Eating without speaking, don't you understand?"
This guy is really uneducated and ignorant. He doesn't understand such a simple truth. He still has to come up with excuses to get off the stairs.
"Lead." The boy with a flat head and thick eyebrows snorted, turned to the boys on the left and right and smiled, "This tofu-loving boy seems to be a little untied. He should exercise for a while."
"Okay, let's eat," someone next to him laughed, "We are here to eat, not to fight. We are all civilized people."
"I just think this guy who likes tofu needs to be dealt with..."
The boy with the flat hair and thick eyebrows spoke again.
Need to clean up? Liu Ruixuan slowly raised his head and looked steadily at the boy with flat hair and thick eyebrows in front of him.
So ugly!
The mouthful of tofu he just put into his mouth spurted out in an instant.
Well, he hates school bullies the most.
"How dare you spray me! See if I don't..."
Before the boy with flat hair and thick eyebrows could finish his words, he was silenced by another cold voice.
"This is the canteen, not a place for wild fights. Don't disturb me while I'm eating."
Liu Ruixuan looked over at the sound, and a fair face struck his eyes.
This boy looks so white!
The smooth and white face exudes angular coldness; the deep black eyes are full of fascinating color; the thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lip shape all express nobility and elegance.
Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment. What kind of hero was this, coming to save him?
"That white face, I know it's Xia Yang. Your good brother."
The proprietress Xuan Hua raised her eyebrows, glanced at Xia Yang Zhuyan, and said quietly.
Liu Ruixuan nodded slightly and smiled.
Yes, that person was Xia Yang. His sudden appearance disrupted the original tranquility and imagination...
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