butterfly light sleep deep blue sea

Chapter 13 Misunderstanding
The two left the snack street and went to an unremarkable small street near the old city. Many buildings on the street were in the style of the 30s and [-]s, and the walls had been renovated to cover up the original vicissitudes of life on the walls. There are a few small stalls here and there.

"The wine brewing garden over there is super authentic, and there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. You can take a few pieces home after eating." Du Ning pointed to a small stall not far away. A middle-aged woman was busy cooking in front of a big pot. There are a few guests on the tables next to them eating hot food.

"Just this?" Wen Xin'ai thought that she would at least go to the small restaurant next to her for a meal.

"That's it." Du Ning said, looking at the dangling earrings on Wen Xin'ai's ears, with tenderness in his eyes that even surprised him.

The two found a clean table to sit. The middle-aged woman seemed to know Du Ning, she glanced at Wen Xinai with a smile, and said to Du Ning, "Bring friends, what do you want to eat?"

"As usual, give her one too." Du Ning carefully wiped the table in front of Wen Xin'ai with a tissue. Wen Xin'ai, who had never been taken care of by anyone, wanted to grab it and wipe it herself in panic. Just being held by Du Ning, Wen Xin'ai hurriedly pulled her hand away. In the eyes of others, it was like a small fight between young lovers. The middle-aged woman smiled at it, turned around and went to work again without saying anything.

The middle-aged woman returned to the cauldron, and said directly to the human being squatting on the other side: "Zihe, don't wash the dishes, go home first, you have class tomorrow."

There was only an "um" on the other end, and then there was no sound. The woman felt that something was wrong. Looking over, she saw Song Zihe squatting over there, looking at the two people on the table over there, but her hands were still shaking. Slowly wash the dishes in the warm water of the steam.

"What are you looking at?" The woman glanced at the table and said, "Your classmate?"

Song Zihe lowered his head, and for some reason, his tone was a little cold, and he said, "No."

The woman didn't have time to pay attention to him, she turned around and took the two freshly filled bowls of Jiuniangyuan and served them to the guests.

It was the first time for Wen Xinai to eat such a delicious Jiuniangyuanzi. She lowered her head and drank several mouthfuls. Her fair face was instantly smeared with a layer of light red due to the heat. Wen Xin's beloved eating appearance, when she saw that she was burnt and swallowed and neither vomited nor vomited, she smiled smugly.

In the end, she still choked. Wen Xinai looked for a water cup from her schoolbag in a panic and took it out. Something fell out, but she didn't notice it, and coughed hard.

"Cross stitch, use the word 'heart' to make the word 'love', which happens to be your name." Du Ning, who was standing by, picked up that thing and looked at it in his hand, but it was a badly embroidered cross embroidered.

Wen Xinai was taken aback, and hurriedly put down the water glass to grab it: "Give it back to me."

"Did you embroider it?" Du Ning raised his hand high, avoiding Wen Xinai's outstretched hand, looked over and over, then suppressed a smile, and said, "It's so, so ugly."

Wen Xin'ai blushed and stood up to grab it.

Du Ning laughed, stood up, and raised his hands up: "Although it's ugly as hell, but I like it, Wen Xinai, how about giving it to me?"

This is not for him, Wen Xin was in a hurry, and shouted: "It's not for you, you give it back to me."

"Then who are you going to give it to? Am I the only one who would want such an ugly thing?" Du Ning ignored Wen Xin'ai, pulled up the string from the cross-stitch and wrapped it around his phone, shaking it: "Thank you .”

Song Zihe on the other end wiped his wet hands with a towel. His slender fingers were slightly swollen from the water. He didn't take it seriously. He looked at Wen Xinai over there with some absent-minded eyes. Seeing the cross stitch, Seeing the teenager who fought with him last time hang the cross-stitch on his mobile phone, he looked proud.

It turned out that the gift she was secretly making these days was cross-stitching, and it turned out that it was for that person.

Suddenly felt very uncomfortable, I don't know if it was anger or something else, thinking that the two conflicts with that boy were all for Wen Xinai, but at this time, the two of them kissed me and my food, they were so stupid at the time. What is the purpose of standing up?The weather is really cold, but Wen Xinai on the other end has a small face flushed. She clearly wants to give it to that person, but she still pretends to snatch it. The coquettishness in it makes her whole body exude a gentle warmth. Obviously, the young man also felt this kind of warmth, staring at Wen Xin'ai with misty eyes and a smile.

His hands were clenched unconsciously, and then suddenly let go.

"I'm going home, mom, you can go home after a while." He turned back to his mother.

Song's mother smiled and patted her son on the shoulder: "Go back quickly, just in time for your father to come and help me close the stall later."

"Yeah." Song Zihe nodded sullenly, and heard Wen Xinai yelling not far behind him: Give it back to me, he pursed his mouth and left.

"Give it back to me, it's really not for you," Wen Xinai was dumbfounded when he saw that he was pinning it on her phone, and became anxious, "It's a Christmas present for someone else."

Du Ning was still looking at the cross-stitch. When he heard this sentence, his smile faltered: "To someone else? Who?"

Wen Xinai stomped her feet: "The person I like is not you."

Du Ning's face suddenly changed: "The one you like? You don't mean that Song Zihe, do you?" His smile disappeared, his eyes were fierce, "Is that him?"

Wen Xinai didn't even look at his fierce expression at this time, and she didn't dare to admit that it was Song Zihe, because Du Ning would definitely make trouble for Song Zihe, remembering how Song Zihe was injured last time, she tried hard Shaking his head: "It's not him, you give it back to me."

At this time, Du Ning still has the style of a gentleman just now. He is handsome and has all the habits of a bad boy. Thinking of him, Du Ning has always called the wind and rain, and he has no girlfriend, but this is the first time he has been treated so badly. See, it's just a broken and ugly cross-stitch, he doesn't care about it.

Thinking about it, he tore off the cross stitch from his phone and threw it directly into the hot wine garden in front of him.

Wen Xinjia was shocked, and reached out to fish without even thinking about it. She had been embroidering for nearly a month. Although it was not perfect, it was her hard work. Her fingers were burned, and she didn't seem to feel it. She reached out and grabbed the cross stitch. When he came out, his whole hand was red.

"I'm going home." Without looking at Du Ning, she took out the money from her wallet and put it on the table with her hands full of wine, turned around and left.

"Wait, Wen Xinai," Du Ning grabbed her, and the anger in his heart became more intense because she recklessly went to get the cross-stitch, "I coax you with good intentions, and you think I, Du Ning, are easy to provoke Since you don’t want to drink a toast, don’t blame me for being rude.” He stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Xin’ai into his arms, regardless of the people at the next table, staring fiercely at Wen Xin’ai , grabbing Wenxin's chin with one hand, lowering her head to kiss her.

Wen Xin'ai didn't realize what he was going to do at all, and when his lips came close, she realized that she widened her eyes and watched her lips move towards her, she wanted to shrink back but was hugged by Du Ning, and her chin was also squeezed. His hand was in control, and she couldn't dodge it at all. She could only tighten her mouth, thinking that this was the worst bullying she had ever suffered since she grew up.

The little hand grasped the cross-stitch in her hand, so she simply closed her eyes, thinking that as long as Du Ning dared to kiss him, she would open her mouth to bite him until the bite bleeds, thinking so fiercely in her heart, but there were tears in her eyes Come on, this is the first kiss, it would be nice to leave it to Song Zihe.

"Forget it." After a long time, there was no movement, but Du Ning let out a sharp breath, and let go of Wen Xinai, "You look like I'm going to rape you, I'm not so bored."

He looked at the tears that were suffocating from the corners of Wen Xin'ai's eyes, reached out to wipe them away for her, put his back into his pockets, raised his head and said, "Go home." After speaking, he walked ahead on his own.

Wen Xin'ai hasn't recovered yet, and looks at him stupidly.

"Let's go, why are you in a daze." Du Ning turned around after walking for a while, seeing that she was not moving, he said to her.

Wen Xinai hurriedly followed, and when she looked at Du Ning's back, somehow, it became clear that it was a terrible thing just now, but Du Ning gave her a feeling that it was not so scary.

On another street not far away, Song Zihe was riding his bicycle slowly. He had never used such a slow speed before, causing the bicycle to sway from side to side. It was cold around and there were not many pedestrians, so he Shaking the whole street unscrupulously, occasionally looking up at the stars in the sky, I heard Christmas music playing from the small shop next to it that was about to close.

(End of this chapter)