After a brief pause, Han Chenluo took a deep breath. His eyes hurt, but he held back the tears that filled his mouth.
He pretended to be cynical and handsome again, raised his eyebrows at the media reporters, put his hands in his pockets, whistled and walked away.
What kind of statement is this? The reporters from various media outlets who stayed in place looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little at a loss.
After a few minutes, the media who had not obtained any valuable information gradually dispersed. Han Chenluo hid in the grass. When he saw that the crowd had dispersed, he dared to slowly poke his head out. Using the streetlight, he covered his face and hunched over, eagerly walking towards the broken cake.
He squatted down, like a devout believer, and held up the cake that had become rotten and deformed and had been stepped on several times, as if he was holding the most precious and priceless treasure in life.
Han Chenluo sat casually on the ground, his eyes were red, his lips were white, tears were rolling down one after another, and the cake box he was pouring began to become fluffy and soft.
He immediately opened the twisted cake box, and could vaguely see a few crooked words written in blue jam inside the cake: Happy birthday, Xiao Luo.
No one knows better than him how bad Xia Xingran's cooking and craftsmanship are. But she actually made such a decent cake for herself, and specially made a creamy fruit filling and cream decoration.
He thought again of Xia Xingran's eyes full of expectation and excitement when she was holding the cake just now, as if she was hiding fireworks in her eyes, but the light in her eyes was extinguished by his own hands.
Regardless of the mess, Han Chenluo pinched a piece with his bare hands and put it into his mouth to eat.
It's unexpectedly soft and sweet. What Xia Xingran did this time was completely beyond Han Chenluo's imagination.
But the more delicious the cake, the more it looks like broken pieces of porcelain. He swallowed it one bite at a time, sinking all the broken pieces of porcelain deeply into his heart.
Does it hurt? Does it hurt? He doesn't deserve to say these two words. Because he knew that Xia Xingran must be in more pain than him at this moment. But at this juncture, for the sake of Xia Xingran's reputation, he couldn't be soft-hearted, couldn't comfort her, let alone hug her.
For Han Chenluo's birthday, Xia Xingran specially put on a pair of high heels. She didn't wear them often and she ran too fast. With a plop, she hit the ground hard.
Immediately there was burning pain in my knees and elbows. Xia Xingran struggled to stand up and sat on the roadside. He opened it and saw that the skin was turned up, revealing a dazzling scarlet color.
She looked at her fingertips that had been burned while making cakes under the street lamp, and thought of Han Chenluo just saying that they were not familiar with him so strangely and coldly, and even ruining her feelings without any nostalgia.
Xia Xingran leaned against the telephone pole, her face as pale as the snow that had accumulated on the roof for many days, and she let her tears fall down. She originally thought that she had the right to happiness again, but she didn't expect that God turned out to be playing a bigger joke on her.
Xia Xingran rubbed his eyes and stood up to take the bus home. She habitually opened her phone to check the bus, only to find that the screen was full of calls and messages.
She was immediately confused. She immediately followed the link in the message and took a look. She felt that all the blood in her body was rushing to the top of her head, and her whole body felt like it was struck by lightning!
She silently turned off the phone temporarily, put her hands into her long, loose hair, and kept stroking it. My heart felt like I was relieved of a heavy burden. The tears that had just stopped kept falling down again, but the corners of his mouth were laughing uncontrollably.
She straightened up and picked up the high heels in her hands. Barefoot, he ran towards the door of the people's gate. The night wind blew her long hair, and every strand of hair was dancing happily.
Approaching the entrance of the National People's Congress, Xia Xingran bent down and put his hands on his thighs. He said nothing and kept breathing. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the boy sitting by the flower bed, crying and stuffing cake into his mouth.
The stars in the sky seemed to fall into Xia Xingran's eyes, and waves of heat rose on her cheeks. She regained her strength and ran towards Han Chenluo. The moment she hugged Han Chenluo, the scorching temperature flooded her heart, and what was transmitted to her brain was the joy of regaining it.
"You idiot." Xia Xingran put her head close to Han Chenluo's cheek, a soft and small ball, feeling extremely wronged.
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For a moment, Han Chenluo felt that all the blood in his body had stagnated. After feeling the hotness sliding into his clothes, he seemed to be unblocked and came to life again.
He immediately put down the cake, wiped his hands randomly on his body twice, turned his head and held Xia Xingran's face. What caught his eye was a face dripping with sweat and tears, showing obvious paleness and fatigue. ap..
Frightened by being chased and blocked by media reporters, he quickly pushed Xia Xingran away, got up in a panic and looked around.
"I know everything."
Xia Xingran, with disheveled hair, scarlet eyes and hoarse voice, walked step by step in front of Han Chenluo.
"But I don't care."
She reached out and caressed his cold and wet cheek, her smile was radiating with the bright color of blooming flowers, and the air seemed to be filled with fragrant fragrance, which was touching.
"I hate people threatening me the most. Why didn't you ask me before you made a decision. I don't care about those false things. I have long been misunderstood by the whole world, so there is nothing to be afraid of. You can't hurt yourself like this, I Not allowed."
"But I don't want to let myself become a stain in your life. It's been so difficult for you to get to where you are today. You can't be ruined by these rumors." Han Chenluo covered his face, his voice was hoarse, and the listener was like a rusty knife in his heart. It's so uncomfortable to stir.
Xia Xingran opened his hand, forced him to look at her, wiped his tears with distressed eyes, and smiled brightly and gratefully: "Of course you are not, and you will never be. Xiao Luo, it is because of you that my life has changed." Only then was I able to restart and step by step get to where we are today.”
Han Chenluo's eyes seemed to suddenly light up with two clusters of flames, and he suddenly pulled Xia Xingran into his arms. His hands were hot and strong, and Xia Xingran was restrained by his waist, unable to move.
She was a little unable to stand, and put her hands on Han Chenluo's chest with slight force, trying to push him away, but his hands behind her head held her tighter and tighter.
A few minutes later, just when Xia Xingran felt that she was about to run out of oxygen, Han Chenluo finally let go of her. He looked at her motionless, emotions welling up, as if there was some taboo he wanted to break out of.
Xia Xingran's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she subconsciously wanted to escape, but Han Chenluo grabbed her waist and pulled her back. He leaned down and took one mouthful of Xia Xingran's delicate and white neck, sucking and nibbling repeatedly.
It was itchy at first, and then the intensity gradually became fierce, as if it wanted to eat Xia Xingran dry. Xia Xingran's whole body seemed to be on fire, starting from his neck and gradually spreading to his whole body, including his limbs.
After I don't know how long it lasted, Han Chenluo rested his chin on Xia Xingran's shoulder, and his breath was quick and hot, like a burning flame.
After this entanglement, the air was so quiet that only the sound of the two people's clothes scraping together could be heard.
"Han Chenluo! You..." Xia Xingran became angry and punched him with his fist.
Han Chenluo raised his eyebrows and firmly caught the anger extended by Xia Xingran. He moved his eyes downward, and then he noticed that Xia Xingran's feet, which were slightly red from the cold, had curled up her toes, and the smile on her face disappeared.
He immediately squatted down, lifted Xia Xingran's feet, checked the soles of her feet, gently put her shoes back on, then hugged Xia Xingran's legs without any explanation and carried them on his back. Read the book
"Xiao Luo, let me down! What's going on!" Xia Xingran lay on Han Chenluo's back and slapped his shoulders and neck in panic.
"Stupid sister doesn't know how to wear high heels at all. We can't leave anymore." Han Chenluo was not only unmoved, but instead weighed the struggling Xia Xingran upwards, with some kind of irresistible warning in his tone: "Sister, if you don't want to If I carry you, then I will carry you home directly."
He was really about to change his posture as he spoke, and Xia Xingran was so frightened that she had to hold his neck firmly with both hands and said, "Okay, okay, I'm scared of you, so let's leave it like this."
Han Chenluo lowered his head and pursed his lips, with a proud smile on his face. He couldn't help but licked his lips, feeling that the air was a bit sweeter than the cake just now.
As soon as he opened the door, Xia Xingran was like a cooked loach, his whole body was red and he slid off Han Chenluo and wormed his way into the house.
Han Chenluo turned on the light and took a look, and was stunned.
I saw that the kitchen stove and dining table were full of piles of homemade
Different types of cakes.
Xia Xingran then reacted and stopped in front of her failed work like a mantis, closing her eyes and biting her lip. He secretly wondered why he didn't clean up the battlefield before leaving, and now Han Chenluo would laugh him to death.
"Laugh, laugh, you'll find out anyway." Xia Xingran touched her nose with her index finger, looking like she was in a state of shock.
After a while, she did not hear the expected ridicule, but instead heard a few sudden sobs.
She hurriedly looked up and saw Han Chenluo's long eyelashes with tear stains on her face. They were moist at the corners of her eyes, wet and shining under the light. Her cheeks were red from crying and her pale lips were bitten by her teeth. Love.
Xia Xingran couldn't stop her sore nose and slowly approached Han Chenluo: "What's wrong? Why are you crying again?"
Han Chenluo raised his head, his wet eyes shining brightly: "I'm sorry, sister." He opened his mouth and heard several hoarse tones.
Xia Xingran wiped the tears from his face with both hands, shook her head with a smile and said, "It's okay, Xiao Luo, I understand your intentions."
"But... let's deal with this pile as soon as possible." Xia Xingran looked at the dozen or so defective products with a troubled expression on his face, and was about to throw them away.
"No, no, I just happened to be not full yet. I ate them all!" Han Chenluo hurriedly took Xia Xingran's hand, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.
"How can you eat so much? It will burst your stomach!" Xia Xingran reached out to grab it.
Han Chenluo hurriedly opened his arms to protect it and said vaguely: "After eating, today is my birthday, and my sister made it for me with her own hands. Even if I die, I will be happy!"
