LAN Cang took her little hand, led her to the garage and pushed out the bike from inside.
make complaints about the one hundred square foot garage. When he looks at his old bicycle, he is instantly filled with bullet screen comments.
"Teacher, don't you think the style of these two things is too incompatible?"
"The master's painting style is against the line." What LAN Cang said is very reasonable.
What he said is good and reasonable. There is nothing to say when he hears the stars.
Wen Xing was the first time to ride this kind of bicycle. She recalled the plot of the campus movie. She posed as a lady and sat up. Her chin raised a sad and beautiful 45 degree angle.
"When other people fall in love, they all take a four-wheel car. Why do I lose two wheels when it's my turn?"
When LAN Cang stepped on the pedal, the car moved unsteadily.
"I can change to three wheels if you like."
“……”
Tricycle?
Isn't that special for waste collection!
She chuckled and thumped LAN Cang's back, then leaned up, put her arms around his lean waist, and shook her calf on one side.
"My parents must have never thought that my first love would be a poor cyclist."
Blue Cang voice with a smile, in the angle she can't see, eyes with pleasure way, "don't you worry about your parents will oppose us?"
Wen Xing lifted his hair. "My business, I has the final say, we are very democratic in our family."
Blue Cang smile, the mood is inexplicable good.
Maybe it's because of her "falling in love.".
They two so together, no one has the so-called confession, everything is so natural.
LAN Cang doesn't live far away from the school. It's only 15 minutes by bike. She gets off the bus when it's a distance from the campus gate.
In case of being seen by others, it will lead to a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Blue Cang rate to go first, smell star in the back not anxious not slow walk.
Five minutes later, when she arrived at the school gate, she ran into Zhao Mengmeng, who came in with a big bag of things.
They went back to the dormitory first, and then went to the French department to take the quiz.
Because the holiday came, smell star small stomach some pain, a small test is over, Wanyi lying on the desk pretending to die.
Someone came to ask her what she and Shi Qing were doing yesterday, but she didn't have the heart to deal with it. Zhao Mengmeng solved the whole process.
"Stars."
Wen Xing raised his head and looked at Shi Qing standing in front of him. He didn't know when he came.
"Say something."
Shi Qing sits opposite her and picks her eyebrow. "We'll have a little party tomorrow. Do you want to join us?"
"No
Shi Qing's eyes appeared a few dark and unclear colors. He paused and said with a smile, "teacher Cang will also go."
Smell star a Zheng, want to also don't want of changed mouth.
"In fact, I have nothing to do tomorrow. Let's go."
Shi Qing
His eyes sank, and then he laughed. He raised his hand to hold a wisp of broken hair scattered on her cheek, and circled his fingers a few times, looking a little absent-minded.
"Star, do you remember rule 36?"
Wen Xing knocked off his hand and frowned.
"Yes, no teacher-student relationship."
Shi Qing leaned forward with a little temptation in his smile, "so you are making a conscious mistake?"
Wen Xing raised his eyes and looked at him, "what about you, ask clearly?"
Shi Qing's heart sank, still calm and self-contained reply, "I just remind you that if you want to keep a low profile, it's better not to be too blatant."