"Aren't you ready to go back?"
At the bus stop outside Jingyun Normal University, Ouyang Fuqian looked at Liu Ruixuan, then lowered his head and glanced at the hand being held, "You can let go."
"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan was slightly startled. He followed Ouyang Fuqian's gaze and twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw Qianqian holding his hand.
He hasn't grasped it enough yet, can he not let it go?
"What are you thinking about?"
Ouyang Fu's clear and pleasant voice sounded nearby.
What are you thinking? He was thinking. Liu Ruixuan paused for two seconds, met Ouyang Fuqian's gaze towards him, and smiled: "Nothing, um, I want to take you to the station and watch you get on the train."
It was not easy to see him again for the second time.
He didn't want to leave so quickly.
Besides, he really saw Qian Qian clearly today. Compared to last night when the lanterns came on, he liked Qian Qian now more. She looked so real and the feeling of holding her hand was so real!
He clearly saw a small pear dimple revealed on Ouyang Fuqian's originally calm face.
I couldn't help but feel happy that I agreed.
"Okay," Ouyang Fuqian turned away and looked towards the intersection on the left, "Today is Sunday, and you don't have classes."
ah? Liu Ruixuan was originally in a secretive mood, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he was stunned. After being stunned for two seconds, he was relieved again.
Qian Qian actually knew that he had no class today! Qianqian has been paying attention to him!
That's right, every department has no classes on weekends!
He almost thought too much.
The early morning wind blew towards him with a touch of the warmth of late spring and early summer, blowing up his slightly long bangs that he had no time to cut, blowing up the slightly wide unbuttoned sleeves of his white shirt, and also blowing up his shallow hair. The puff sleeves of the dress.
When his eyes fell on Qian Qian's sleeves, Liu Ruixuan suddenly realized a problem: Qian Qian's dress today was not off-white, but also white! !
Haha, what a coincidence, the clothes he took out from the closet today were also white.
A white casual shirt and slightly wide white casual pants, just like the way he dressed before he was decadent!
Today Qianqian and I actually wore couple outfits!
Liu Ruixuan felt secretly happy. He held Ouyang Fuqian's hand and couldn't help but tighten slightly.
He and Qianqian still have such a tacit understanding!
The next second, he seemed to feel Qian Qian looking towards him, turned his head to look at her, and met her eyes with a faint smile.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Ruixuan shook the trolley suitcase in his hand with a happy face.
Ouyang Fuqian remained silent and lowered his eyes to look at the hand being held.
Um? Liu Ruixuan was slightly startled, and followed her line of sight and looked over, not knowing why. There was nothing on the ground. It was a bit early in the morning and there was no one on the platform.
Around?
Liu Ruixuan glanced around quickly from the corner of his eye, but no one passed by.
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he looked towards Qian Qian, only to see her glance at him and then lower her gaze.
What is Qianqian looking at?
Liu Ruixuan thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"
Ouyang Fu laughed lightly, took out a tissue from the cross-body bag and handed it to Liu Ruixuan.
"Ah?" Liu Ruixuan was slightly startled, with a hint of confusion on his face, "What's wrong?"
"My palms are sweaty!" Ouyang Fu lightly twitched the hand being held but did not withdraw it.
Liu Ruixuan smiled shyly, released Qian Qian's hand, took the paper, wiped it, and when he wiped it for the second time, he looked at Ouyang Fuxian: "No sweat."
Qianqian, is this intentional?
His palms were obviously not sweaty!
Ouyang Fuqian glanced at him and turned away.
What to see? Liu Ruixuan's eyes moved slightly, and he followed her line of sight and found the No. 11 bus slowly approaching the intersection.
so fast!
It didn't seem like I had to wait a few minutes before the car arrived.
Liu Ruixuan balled up the tissues in his hand, held the trolley suitcase in his right hand, and looked away, falling on Ouyang Fuqian next to him.
Time flies by so fast, Qian Qian will leave in another hour or two.
"..." He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he heard Ouyang Fuqian's voice.
"The car is here, get ready to get on."
After saying that, Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand to straighten the bangs on his forehead, smiled at Liu Ruixuan, and walked towards the bus that had just stopped in front of him.
Liu Ruixuan pulled up the trolley case and quickly followed.
After getting in the car, I found that there was no one in the car.
It was also because they came earlier.
Qian Qian followed him to the back of the carriage, found a seat and sat down.
As soon as I sat down, I saw that the vehicle was slowly starting to move.
The conductor, a middle-aged aunt, walked towards them with a smile.
Before Ouyang Fuqian made any reaction, Liu Ruixuan had already handed over five yuan of RMB: "You two, stand to the end."
The conductor's eyes fell on Liu Ruixuan's face, and he glanced at Ouyang Fu. He took the money handed over by Liu Ruixuan with a smile, put it into the small ticket box, tore off two small tickets and handed them to Liu Ruixuan's hand. , and then, turned around and left.
Liu Ruixuan balled up the small tickets, held them in his hand, and stuffed them into his pocket while thinking about whether he wanted them or not.
"Why are you still holding it and not throwing it away?"
The moment he lowered his head to get the small ticket, Qian Qian's voice sounded nearby.
ah? Can I throw away this ticket? Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Ouyang Fuqian beside him: "Are you going to throw it away? There will be more people soon, don't you know how to check the tickets?"
Although he has been sitting for more than five years and basically does not check tickets, it has indeed happened many times before that some people have been asked to make up for their votes.
At that time, he was still in high school at Yunling Middle School. At that time, many people were self-righteous and thought that they might not be able to remember because there were so many people, so they could spend one yuan to sit at more stops or not buy a ticket.
He always liked to sit in the last row, take a book or diary, and scribble on it. When he finished scribbling, the vehicle would stop at the end.
Only a few times, he was startled by the noise in the car. It turned out that some people got on the bus without buying tickets.
Not buying a ticket?
Later, Liu Ruixuan's thoughts couldn't help but wander again. He remembered that in the winter of his senior year in high school, Shangguan Chen and Xia Tian seemed to have been scolded by the conductor for not buying tickets.
Naturally, when they came to educate those two people, there were also Uncle Zhao, the administrator of the library, and Uncle Sun, the computer building manager.
Thinking of this, Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and suddenly thought of a question.
Although he knows Qian Qian now, what is the situation between Shangguan Chen and Xia Tian and Qian Qian? Those two people made him depressed for a year, and he almost lost Qianqian forever.
No matter what kind of relationship they had, when he looks back, he will go to those two to settle accounts!
