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It seemed to hear him hmm, "A small matter."

　　That kind of glib, routine-like tone made Qiao Si Yue stiffen for a moment, feeling that her hands and feet were not her own.

　　Her body turned back, and before she could take a few steps, her left foot stepped on the laces of her right foot that she didn't know when they fell apart, and she tripped over herself.

　　The expected pain did not appear, the left cheek covered with a broad palm, separated from the uneven trunk.

　　The moist, warm touch itched to the tip of her heart.

　　The tail of Qiao Si Yue's eyes dropped, realizing that his other hand was clutching her small arm.

　　Reflexively, she violently shook off his hand.

　　Hindsight chagrin flooded her heart after a flash of surprise appeared on his face, and Qiao Si Yue stood up straight, her spine stiffening horribly as she turned to his lean face and for a moment pretended to say as if nothing had happened, "Thank you."

　　It was the same two words, for the third time tonight.

　　But again, there seemed to be nothing else to say but thank you.

　　Lin Yuwu glanced at her, as if he hadn't put that scene just now on his mind at all, and continued to return in a careless accent, "It should be."

　　Should what?

　　It took a full five seconds for Qiao Si Yue to peel out the meaning lurking in those three simple words: just going along for the ride.

　　When she returned to her senses, she was left with only a back shadow.

　　His walking posture was a bit diffuse, like a bamboo that had been blown askew by a hurricane, tall and thin but resilient.

　　Qiao Si Yue quietly looked for a few seconds, turned back around, and her footsteps got faster and faster, and in the end directly turned into a trot.

　　-

　　In front of the kiosk, a new sink was built, and Lin Yuwu walked over, bent down and poked his head under the faucet, and nourished it fiercely.

　　The wind blew, a slight coolness to ease the swelling and pain in his head, he freed his right hand and turned off the faucet, when he tilted his face back, water droplets slid down his cheeks, and a few droplets fell from his bangs into his eyes, which was a little hard to bear.

　　Tugging up the hem of his shirt and wiping it carelessly on his face, he noticed that this thin T on his body was wet with the water sprayed on it, and the back of his hand had an additional wound, presumably from the bark of a tree that scratched it out a while ago.

　　The moment he entered the door, the cell phone placed on the glass counter rang, Ye Shenglan called.

　　Lin Yuwu wreaked havoc with one hand, raising his hand to clutch the collar of the back of his neck and lifting it upwards, revealing his well-proportioned and tight muscular lines.

　　In the sound of the whirring fan, I heard my grandmother spit on the phone, "Do you still have any impression of that woman from the Li family who calls herself the Tofu Shih Tzu? Just now, this woman brought her son to make a scene. She also said that if there is a next time, she will smash our speakers. Who does she think she is? Is this square her tofu stand? What's it to her if we dance to pass the time? I've lived for a long time, the first time I've seen such a shrewish and unreasonable woman, it's really a knife to the butt, it's an eye-opener."

　　Lin Yuwu hummed and laughed without much care, tearing open the band-aid and sticking it on the wound, acting as a peacemaker on one side, "The person's son will be going to the junior high school soon, and you guys dance your youth in the square all day long, so I can't blame her for being anxious. I remember correctly, her son just in the local radio show called Einstein heir to the small melon, this is still not by her mother as a key object of protection? Not to mention the flowers of the motherland, even if the motherland's big trees can not withstand the destruction of your hot dance."

　　Ye Shenglan said without thinking, "She has a genius son? I also have a talented grandson! Your mother died early, so many years your bastard father in addition to give pocket money, but also not much control over you, you are still alive and well? You're still alive and well, and you've become the Little Red Flower of the Motherland."