Chapter 55

Song Jin doesn't like to take too many things when she goes out. She carries a small bag, a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, a hat on her head, and the clothes she wears are also casual, but she has a good figure and temperament, so she wears a different taste, which is a bit of a star's street photography feeling.

Lu Nancheng wears casual and professional clothes. They walk side by side. Song Jin is very curious. She always stops to have a look and touch when she sees something good-looking and funny. But those things fall into Lu Nancheng's eyes. They are very common things.

This is different from the people she and Dr. Song have been through, or is her face too exaggerated?

Fortunately, there are not many people on the road. Lu Nancheng often looks back and can see her at a glance.

Song Jin remembers that this street used to be very busy, but it's not so prosperous now. She sees the dolls in the window and plunges into it.

Lu Nancheng had to stop and go in with her.

There are all kinds of dolls in the window. Some of them are limited edition of the age. They are only on display, not for sale.

Song Jin remembers that she bought some of them on a whim, but now they have become limited edition. Her eyes linger on them. Lu Nancheng stands beside her, looks at her expression and turns to the teller.

Knowing that it was not for sale, even if the price was increased, he couldn't buy it. His eyes were deep, and she was standing in front of him.

"Lunan City, I've finished. Let's go."

"Don't buy some?"

"No, let's go."

She pulled his sleeve, people have been the first out of the shop, Lu Nancheng looked back, also followed out.

Song Jin continued to walk in front of her. After she got out of the street, there was a lot of excitement and more people outside. Seeing her rushing around, Lu Nancheng suddenly grabbed her collar and brought it back.

She had to look back and stare, "what are you pulling me for?"

"Slow down, lest you lose it."

He said is a strong holding her hand, the man's palm warm and dry, with a thin cocoon, thick wrapped in her small hand, pinch in the palm of a soft.

Song Jin's heart touched lightly. She shrank in his hand and was held tightly by him.

"Don't move."

“……”

Lu Nancheng's big hand card tightly, does not give her the chance to break free, two hands hand in hand walking in the busy crowd, just like a couple.

She looked down at the hand they held. The old aunt was a little tangled. Could this be regarded as an old cow eating tender grass?

Lu Nancheng's eyes were complex, and he took a breath gently. His warm fingertips crossed the back of her soft and greasy hands and clenched them again. His heart gradually gave birth to a kind of unspeakable feeling. He could not explain clearly, but he felt happy.

After walking on the street hand in hand for more than an hour, Song Jin ate a lot like a greedy cat, packed a lot of things and took them back to the hotel. Lu Nancheng was responsible for carrying them. She had no appetite for the food and even looked disgusted.

The old aunt worried that he couldn't eat, so she went to the supermarket to buy a la carte and went back to make a simple western food for him.

The kitchen of the hotel is very big. Song Jin is busy frying steak in it. Lu Nancheng leans against the door to see. It seems that she is not very good at western food and hesitates to turn over.

"Do you think that's ok?"

He approached and nodded.

"We'll open a bottle later."

Lu Nancheng looked at her smile and thought of her drunkenness. He pretended to be serious: "if you sing to me, you will sleep outside tonight."

Song Jin frowned and glared at him: "it's not impossible."

She would open herself a presidential suite next to him.

When she comes out with the steak, Lu Nancheng is sobering up. Song Jin pours a cup for them and sits at both ends of the long table.

The night outside the window is already deep, so after revisiting the old place, I feel more sentimental. Suddenly, she is almost annihilated by the surge of water, and she is holding the wine cup hard.

In those years, she and her mother came to this city for tourism, but she did not think that many years later, she came again in another capacity, and her warm home had already been scattered.

She bowed her head and sipped the wine. She fell into Lu Nancheng's eyes like a little drunkard.

Spicy wine, less sweet, is not her favorite taste, but she drank two cups in a row, forced back the tears in her eyes, pursed her lips and nestled in the chair.

On the other side, Lu Nancheng cuts his steak elegantly. The bright light falls on him. He looks handsome and gentlemanly with a knife and fork. His features are deep and full, like a thick oil painting.

Her seemingly absent eyes fell on him. Lu Nancheng finished the meal quickly, and only half of the wine in his glass went down. However, she had already drunk more than half of the bottle and had to get up and take it away.

"Song Jin, do you really want to sleep outside tonight?"

She nodded, did not speak, came down from the chair, petite body no image of the tilt on the sofa, cheeks in the light of a crimson, eyes are also some red, seems to be wine gas up.

She is not a good drinker, but she drinks without restraint. Lu Nancheng is inexplicably angry and pulls her from the sofa.Close to see her apricot eyes seem to have accumulated tears, has been wet eyelashes, hand strength a loose, she lay back on the sofa again.

Lu Nancheng's anger quickly dissipated and turned into a silent sigh. He sat down beside her and looked at her quiet white face. His eyes were slightly red, mixed with red blood, but he didn't shed tears. He blinked at him.

Her eyes fall over, his heart a tight, hand naturally fell on her cheek.

Her cheek was burning hot, and she beat his hot palm down.

Song Jin felt that her face was cold and comfortable. She pressed his hand and did not let it go. She even rubbed it on her face. Lu Nancheng's hand was rubbed to and fro by her and gradually became as hot as her skin.

"Song Jin, you are drunk."

"No, I didn't." Her eyes were glistening with water.

Lu Nancheng simply asked, "do you know your name?"

"I don't know."

"Your name is Song Jin."

She shook her head and pulled him: "my name is not Song Jin."

In her eyes, she was serious, and even said it twice in a row. Lu Nancheng's doubts rose again, and she tugged her arm and said, "your name is not Song Jin. What's your name?"

He leaned closer and looked at her. Song Jin tilted her mouth, but twisted his face, drew closer and got close to his ear.

"I tell you, I'm your aunt."

“……”