After the silver band took a lunch break and practiced after school, the team members were exhausted. After everyone dispersed, Li Moyan left Ye Siren and Lin Xuerou alone in the Pingbu room, distributing the things they were responsible for preparing before the parade.
The two of them listened and watched Mo Yan take out her coffee machine from the cabinet, feeling very solemn.
"Do you think Senior Sister will find out?"
"Probably not..."
"The parade starts from Mong Kok Stadium along Nathan Road to the auditorium of Tsim Sha Tsui Clock Tower, and then performs a 5-minute finale. The journey is 3.6 kilometers long, and there will be a water station every one kilometer. We need volunteers. , stationed at every station. Because of Qiu Wensheng's physical condition, he will join us at the last 600-meter station." Mo Yan said, opening the box of coffee capsules.
Xuerou suddenly felt cold and whispered to Siren who was taking notes seriously: "Oops! We drank so much coffee, we won't be discovered!"
Just as he was talking, in the school's discipline room, Zhou Guodong...
"Having a cup of coffee after get off work is one of the great pleasures in life...ah!? Where are my...my...coffee capsules! Why are they all gone!"
"Don't worry, I've brought the coffee capsules here from somewhere else..." Siren calmly used his middle finger to push the glasses that had been broken several times and were barely stabilized with transparent tape, and said carefully and wisely.
"I can rest assured that you are doing the work!" Xuerou gently pushed Siren's shoulder with her fist and said to him.
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment in front of the coffee machine and asked, "Do you have milk?"
"Yes!" After saying that, Xuerou took out the remaining bottle from the ice room in the cadre room and gave it to her, and then said, "Shenghui 8 yuan!"
Seeing this, Siren pulled her and said softly: "How dare you accept other people's money!"
"Of course, you think milk falls from the sky?"
Without saying anything, Mo Yan put a 10-dollar bill on the table: "No need to look for it!"
Xuerou picked up the 10 yuan and looked at it with pride. But it made Siren look contemptuous.
"Don't look like that. I'll treat you to sausage later!"
this…..
You should have told me earlier!
Seeing Mo Yan frothing milk, Xuerou enthusiastically approached her and said, "How about I help you pull flowers?"
"You know how?" Mo Yan looked at her with disdain, and seeing that she was so kind, he let her try.
"Of course, don't forget, my mother owns a restaurant!" Xuerou said confidently.
Siren frowned and said softly to her: "You have just learned so much, don't sacrifice yourself!"
"Hmph!" Xuerou ignored her, took the coffee and milk cup and started doing it.
It was okay if she didn't poop, but when she pooped, it was like a piece of poop, all mushy and Mo Yan couldn't drink it after looking at it.
"Drink it yourself..."
"Thank you, senior sister!"
Xuerou took the coffee, her eyes dancing with joy, as if her attachment to coffee that had been sleeping all afternoon was awakened again.
"Delicious! Comfortable!" Xuerou said.
Siren saw this and whispered to her: "Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
"I was careless on purpose!"
Seeing Xuerou's satisfied look, Siren chatted.
"Siren, come here!" Mo Yan used a seductive voice to invite Siren to come to her.
"yes!"
Siren's throat rolled up and he walked up.
After taking the coffee from Mo Yan's hand, the two fingers accidentally touching each other for a few seconds made his ears turn red.
Mo Yan put her hands on her shoulders, got close to his face, and mocked Xuerou: "Let her see what latte art is!"
Siren's heart was beating fast and his hands were shaking. How could he lose his authority in front of the goddess!
He immediately took off his glasses, shook his head, and with a handsome look, he picked up the coffee and milk, and pulled them little by little. In an instant, a cute little fox came alive in the small cup.
Mo Yan nodded with satisfaction, and his smile was as bright as plum sauce, which also fascinated Siren.
"This is latte art!"
"Thank you, Master."
After that, Mo Yan took a few sips and gave the rest to Siren because he was in a hurry.
Siren blushed and took the coffee Mo Yan drank. Every sip was sweet.
"You...something is wrong!" Xuerou bit her cup and looked at Siren with contempt, feeling a little sour in her heart.
"What!" Siren was so frightened that he quickly put on his glasses and said in a serious manner: "Don't overthink it. My relationship with Master is very pure!"
"I didn't say anything, but you did it yourself!" Xuerou said coldly.
"It turns out that you once said that you just treat Xiaojing as your sister! But you are overthinking it. Senior sister, it is absolutely impossible for you to like a boy who is ten years younger than him!"
"I……"
Siren was speechless for a moment, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, as if he had picked up a gun, and he madly typed to Xiang Xuerou: "There is something wrong with you. Didn't you say you were sensitive to milk during the meal that day? Didn't you drink it today?" How many cups of latte. Ah! So you’re just torturing me! You don’t have a milk allergy at all!”
"I...you..." Xuerou was also speechless by him.
"Yes, I just want to torment you, so what!" She raised her sleeves and threatened.
Siren looked at her biceps and his throat rolled up, "You... I won't tell you, I will help Master wash the coffee machine!"
"I'm going to buy pants too!"
"Go ahead, when you see it, who has the advantage? I'm waiting for you to come over and help me carry my pants!" Siren said.
snort!
The two of them were fighting with each other and acted independently without looking back.
Although the weather is still very hot, night falls quickly. Xuerou came to a garment factory area in Cheung Sha Wan alone. The ground lights in the area were dim. The bustling factory area during the day was now the only place left with the loud noise coming from unknown machinery.
Xuerou usually wanders all the way, from sunset to night, unable to find the direction. Soon it was getting even darker, and the surrounding area was so dark that I couldn't see the house numbers clearly, and I couldn't find the way. I just walked around the area a few times, but couldn't find the company and couldn't figure out the direction. I turned on the navigation, but it didn't work. I was tricked by the navigation several times. She was tired and hungry, sitting on the fire hydrant, frowning under the street lamp, her whole person looking confused and decadent.
She used her mobile phone to find the address, but what she saw was several news happening nearby, which made Xuerou even more panicked and did not dare to take a step away from the lamppost.
Although she is a good fighter, she is in the open and the gangsters are in the dark. Maybe others have ambushes and weapons, but she is unarmed. If something happens to her, she will not be able to protect herself.
She couldn't help but think of the decisive battle with Zhuang that day in the park.
As usual, she broke into other people's hot dishes alone. Although he is usually very strong, he is still no match for a sneak attack. Thinking of the time when he was knocked unconscious by Ge Nafang, and then looking at this environment, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind Xuerou, breaking the tranquility of the moment. She saw a Southeast Asian dressed like a gangster coming out of the corner with a contemptuous smile. The leading man had a dark complexion and was tall and strong. The hair and beard are very thick, and the smile is a bit obscene.
The man laughed, glanced at Xuerou, his smile suddenly stopped, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He looked her up and down, then approached her and said in impure Cantonese: "Little girl, it's so late, why are you here alone?"
Xuerou felt uncomfortable with his look and hated his words. She stood up and took a few steps back, "It's none of your business."
Unexpectedly, as soon as she retreated, she happened to run into two burly men and were caught by them: "I'm lucky today. I haven't seen a girl with such a good figure in a long time."
She raised her chin slightly, exuding an inviolable temperament from her bones, which tickled everyone's hearts.
"It's quite individual." said the leader.
He shrugged and looked at Xuerou's figure and temperament. He also looked at her iPhone, which cost tens of thousands, and the girl's skin that could be broken by blows. No matter how you look at it, she belongs to a wealthy family. Miss……
"Little girl, why don't you play with your brother for a while before leaving?"
At the critical moment, a blinding car headlight suddenly turned on, and a tall figure dragged an iron rod on the ground and suddenly rushed towards the crowd.
Several men were knocked to the ground before they could see who they were. When he came back to his senses, the people and the car had disappeared.
A few minutes later, Xuerou's vision recovered, and she saw a young boy, panting, holding her with one hand and holding an iron rod in the other, hiding in the elevator lobby of a factory building.
She turned around, her fair and rosy cheeks, her eyes as big and dark as a goldfish, lit up the moment she saw him, and said in surprise: "Ye Siren!"
The young man suddenly came to his senses, let go of his hand, looked down at the escaped girl in front of him, and whispered in a low voice: "Senior, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's great to see you!" Xuerou said a little excitedly.
Yes, it's great to see you!
In fact, Siren was also very scared. He had claustrophobia. He had just walked around the industrial area and looked at the pitch black darkness. His feet were almost numb.
But when he saw Xuerou being teased under a lamppost, some negative news flashed through his mind, about young girls meeting perverts and gangsters in industrial areas and being humiliated...
These images of Xuerou could not help but flash in his mind, as if they gave him inexplicable courage, driving him to overcome his fear of the dark and move forward regardless of his own safety.
At this time, both of their feet were numb and they sat limply on the ground for a while.
They looked at each other again, and for a moment, their hearts were like the weeds in the field that had withered and turned green again.
"Why are you here?" Xuerou said happily.
The two checked the address of the company they were looking for, and it turned out to be the same.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Siren understood that Xuerou would directly ask Sister Qing for help. He himself found many clothing suppliers in the computer records. Before coming here, he visited several, but the prices were not satisfactory.
Then, there seemed to be a voice guiding him here. I have seen this scene before.
Siren regained his breath, frowned and looked at her: "Are you lost?"
"You're the one who got lost, you're the road fool!" Xuerou was a little unwilling to make a fool of herself in front of junior students who were more advanced than herself, and said, "If I hadn't met those bad people, I would have been here long ago!"
"But that lamppost is two streets away from Xu Ji's clothing!"
"Oh..." Xuerou raised her head slightly and said disdainfully.
Siren took Xuerou back to the road in the dark. Although on the surface, it was Xuerou who was frightened and held Siren's hand while walking away, but... in fact, Siren was more scared than Xuerou. His hands were very cold and he was sweating from fear. But Xuerou's warmth became his support.
"From now on, if there is only one street light on the street, don't stand there, it will be too conspicuous." Siren was like an old man, nagging as he walked.
Xuerou felt that this person was quite contradictory. He would either be cold and silent, or suddenly talk non-stop, which was really annoying.
Siren lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "You don't want to think about yourself, you are just a stupid person, and you look so insecure."
He walked around her and opened the glass door, "We're here!"
Xuerou was stunned for a moment before she realized that Siren seemed to be praising her for her good looks just now.
You can praise me, but you have to use this kind of personal attack tone. It's too abominable.
Xuerou was so angry that she glared at him: "Say it again!"
With her chest puffed out and her face puffed out, she looked like an angry female orangutan, ready to perform a show of tearing apart monkeys with her hands.
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small theater:
It was not until ten years later that Siren realized that the so-called mystery was actually not a coincidence at all, but the accumulation of countless failed experiences...
At that time, Xuerou and Siren thought of this little thing again...
Xuerou: Ye Siren, aren’t you afraid of the dark?
Siren: I'm afraid of the dark, and I'm even more afraid of you; but what I'm most afraid of is losing you.
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