famous first flash marriage

He did remember.

I remembered why she called him Chinese Cabbage and Little Cabbage.

He thought that a passionate and bold woman like her would admit it openly.

I didn't expect...she was so shy.

This woman always seems to be like this, sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, sometimes active, sometimes passive... He can never guess what she will do next.

What should he do?
He didn't want to be treated like a little boy by her.

Ji Xiaoru rummaged through the bag for a long time, found a one-dollar bill and handed it to Yuan Qinghe.

"I misremembered, it's not coins, it's banknotes."

she grinned.

Yuan Qinghe took the one dollar, stared at Ji Xiaoru and asked, "Are you reluctant to give me back my coin and keep it for yourself as a souvenir?"

Ji Xiaoru's heart skipped a beat, and she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "What are you talking about, how is it possible."

Yuan Qinghe still wanted to say something, Ji Xiaoru picked up the wine glass and said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense, come, come, drink and drink!"

"..."

Yuan Qinghe drank two more glasses with Ji Xiaoru, put his slender fingers on his forehead, and murmured: "Senior sister, I'm dizzy...I can't drink any more."

Ji Xiaoru was actually a little dizzy.

Obviously she is a good drinker, but for some reason, this sake has such a strong aftertaste.

After weighing the wine bottle on the table, she said to Yuan Qinghe: "There is not much left, let's drink up the remaining half of the bottle!"

Yuan Qinghe rubbed her brows vigorously, closed her eyes for a while, leaned against the wall next to her, and whispered: "Senior sister, I..."

"What are you?"

Ji Xiaoru didn't hear clearly.

The corners of Yuan Qinghe's mouth curled up, and he looked at her mistyly.

Ji Xiaoru couldn't tell what kind of look it was.

It's not the same as Yuan Qinghe's usual appearance.

No matter the Yuan Qinghe I saw for the first time in Uncle Yuan's shop, the second time I saw Yuan Qinghe in Teacher Sun's ward that afternoon, or the third time I saw Yuan Qinghe in the parking lot, they all looked like a tall and straight young poplar. , or a tender cabbage, young and tender with a sense of pride and confidence.

That kind of youth, pride, and self-confidence will make Ji Xiaoru subconsciously feel inferior.

But at the same time, there is also a sense of innocence that makes Ji Xiaoru feel inferior, and at the same time wants to get close to him and possess him.

Ji Xiaoru undoubtedly likes Yuan Qinghe.

Otherwise, she would never be able to sit here and drink with him.

However, after drinking too much, her inferiority complex, or her uncertainty about the future, overcame her desire for him.

She became the dejected look that Tang Xiao disliked the most.

If Yuan Qinghe had always been what he usually is, maybe after this drink, there would be nothing left.

However, Yuan Qinghe, who was drunk, quietly had some kind of wonderful change in his eyes.

Ji Xiaoru was in a daze and couldn't understand.

When the bottle of wine was finally finished, Yuan Qinghe seemed to be really drunk. He leaned against the wall with his head down, his fingers resting loosely on the table, revealing a sense of fragility and powerlessness.

"Xiaobaicai, wake up? You won't fall asleep, will you?"

Ji Xiaoru shouted.

Yuan Qinghe leaned his shoulders against the wall and shook slightly, raised his head and looked at her with half-open eyes.

The voice was soft, as if about to fall asleep: "Sister, I'm sleepy... want to sleep. Can I... just sleep here for a while..."

"Ah? No way..."

Ji Xiaoru was also dizzy, but her reason was still there.

How could Yuan Qinghe sleep directly in someone else's store?

Such a big man...she really fell asleep, and she couldn't move him away later.

"I'm dizzy... Senior Sister, I have a headache..."

Yuan Qinghe caressed his forehead weakly with his fingers, but it seemed that he couldn't exert any strength. After rubbing twice, he fell down, scratched his fingertips twice on the tatami, and did not move.

Ji Xiaoru was startled, and stretched out a finger to poke Yuan Qinghe's shoulder: "Hey, Yuan Qinghe? Wake up..."

After a few seconds, Yuan Qinghe slowly opened his eyes: "Senior Sister..."

Ji Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay? You must not fall asleep...how about I order you some hangover soup?"

"No."

Yuan Qinghe shook his head, still leaning against the wall and looking at her.

"Then you won't just fall asleep here, will you?"

Ji Xiaoru sighed: "I didn't expect you to drink so badly... It's my fault. I knew I wouldn't let you drink."

"I am fine."

Yuan Qinghe put his hands on the tatami, as if to prove that he was fine, he straightened his waist and sat up.

"Look, senior sister, I'm not drunk... just a little dizzy... I'm fine."

Ji Xiaoru smiled, thinking his stubborn look was cute.

Good-looking people are cute in whatever they do.

"I don't think it's too early, why don't you go back?"

Ji Xiaoru looked at the phone and asked.

"No."

Yuan Qinghe shook his head, "Sit down a little longer, sister, my legs are weak now."

Ji Xiaoru was happy again: "Your legs are weak? Didn't you say you weren't drunk?"

"The legs are weak... I'm full."

Yuan Qinghe forcefully explained, "I can't walk if I eat too much... I'm not drunk, I'm really not drunk..."

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk."

Ji Xiaoru smiled lovingly: "Then let's sit for a while, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Ah."

Yuan Qinghe sat there in high spirits, and Ji Xiaoru watched him with a smile, his eyes were full of love, completely different from the eyes Ji Xiaoru had when he bumped into him in his father's shop.

Compared with now, Yuan Qinghe likes her better when she first met.

He really hates that he was born a few years late, that's why she treats him as a little junior, not a man——

Obviously when she didn't know his age and identity, she treated him as a man.

"Senior Sister... Can I not call you Senior Sister?"

After thinking about it, he blurted out.

If he was not drunk, his brain nerves were paralyzed, and his rationality was not so online, with his personality, he would not have said such inappropriate words.

Perhaps this is what it means to be drunk.

"Ah? If you don't like barking, then don't bark."

Ji Xiaoru froze for a moment, then said casually, "Anyway, I didn't ask you to call me Senior Sister, did I?"

"Um... too."

Yuan Qinghe smiled slowly.

"You don't need to be polite with me. Either you don't know me, or I'm very casual. I'm not as particular as you elites. You can call me whatever you want."

"Then it's okay for me to call you Xiaoru."

Yuan Qinghe said softly.

"Yes, why not?"

Ji Xiaoru looked at Yuan Qinghe's well-behaved look with a hint of bewilderment, and felt that the whole person had turned into a mother.

"Xiaoru."

Yuan Qinghe's two little deer eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were also curved. Sitting there alone, he looked very small.

Ji Xiaoru almost forgot that he was about 1.8 meters tall.

"Well, then I'll call you Qinghe? Your name sounds really nice. Did your mother marry you?"

As soon as Ji Xiaoru said that, she immediately regretted it.

She suddenly remembered that she had never seen Uncle Yuan's wife before.

In my impression, some people say that Uncle Yuan's wife ran away with someone.

Could it be that Yuan Qinghe had no mother since childhood?

Then didn't her words poke someone's heart...

"Well, my mother took it."

Yuan Qinghe nodded, his expression did not change.

"It sounds nice, much better than my name."

Ji Xiaoru said casually, "Besides, your name sounds very cultured and elegant, unlike me...a common name, and I am also a layman."

She curled her lips, and a gloomy look appeared on her bright face, "It is said that a person's name can affect a person's character and destiny. I am such a vulgar person, and it seems that I can't get a small name. My mother is too perfunctory." Yes! Hey."

"I think your name sounds nice."

Yuan Qinghe stared at her with dark deer eyes and said.

Inexplicably, Ji Xiaoru was a little flustered by his staring.

She found that when Yuan Qinghe stared at her so intently, she would still be nervous.

"Does it sound good? It's fine..."

She lowered her head and smiled embarrassingly, reaching out and stroking her hair.

In the quiet box, Yuan Qinghe's voice suddenly sounded: "Xiaoru, my mother passed away when I was very young."

"……what?"

Ji Xiaoru was startled.

Her first reaction was that this child is really pitiful, he has no mother since he was a child, and it is really shameful that he accidentally mentioned his sad things.

But when she was thinking about how to comfort Yuan Qinghe, she found that the other party's expression was very calm.

This kind of calm made her swallow the words that slipped to her lips.

Maybe, people don't feel sorry for themselves?

People are always used to abusing sympathy, but many times, people don't need sympathy at all.

Besides, what good is sympathy?It's nothing more than touching myself. For those who are sympathized with, how to live life is still how to live, and it will not change anything because of a few words of concern from others.

Yuan Qinghe saw her series of reactions. He smiled and said, "Xiaoru, I live a very good life and grow up healthy. I have my father, grandparents, and many other things by my side. People who care about me, I have never envied others."

Ji Xiaoru believed that what he said came from the heart.

Because Yuan Qinghe looks very peaceful, clean, outstanding, dazzling, young and promising, and his growth has not been affected by his mother's absence at all, so he really doesn't need any human sympathy.

Ji Xiaoru also suddenly understood that Yuan Qinghe told her that his mother passed away when he was very young, and he was just telling her this fact, and had no other meaning.

Sometimes people really shouldn't overdo their brains and use their own ideas to speculate on the situation of others.

Ji Xiaoru was glad that she didn't pour out those comforting words to the other party.

"very nice."

Ji Xiaoru said sincerely: "Looking at you now, I know that you have been taken care of very well since you were a child."

"Yes."

Yuan Qinghe seemed to be a little sleepy again, resting his chin on his hand, he looked up at Ji Xiaoru.

Because of this posture, the distance between him and Ji Xiaoru became closer.