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An Cong ran away with Feng Ke.

She was afraid that her group of friends could tear her little white rabbit apart and swallow it whole in two or three times.

An Cong took her to the lake near the bar for a stroll.

The lake is called Gualv, and a park square has been built beside the lake. There are aunts and uncles dancing in the square, and the magical singing is deafening.

By the relatively quiet lakeside, there are pairs of intimate wild mandarin ducks hiding.

An Cong seemed to be very familiar with this place. As he walked, he came to a wooden platform built in the middle of the lake, surrounded by wooden bridges like spider webs.

Gualv Lake is very large. This is just one of the relatively closed waters. In the summer, many people swim here.

The two sat for a while. It was early in the morning and the sound gradually disappeared.

Feng Ke and An Cong were sitting on the wooden platform, their legs stretched out from the middle of the wooden railing, hanging in the air, swinging back and forth. The two of them were talking without a word, killing time.

Feng Ke suddenly hummed a song.

It's a familiar folk tune.

"Southern girl?" An Cong took out a cigarette and lit it.

The blue smoke curled up, obscuring An Cong's sharp features. An Cong lowered his head, and his long and thick eyelashes also drooped. At that moment, An Cong's whole temperament became gentle, and he was breathtakingly beautiful.

Feng Ke looked at her blankly.

An Cong's fair and slender fingers held an equally slender women's cigarette.

The cigarette is processed very carefully, with refreshing mint leaves added, and there are dark green dark lines on the cigarette holder.

It was the first time that Feng Ke saw a girl smoking.

She has always been a well-behaved child, her family is very strict, and she has a well-behaved and obedient personality. She has followed the rules since she was a child and lived like the child of other people in the eyes of adults.

An Cong looks good when she smokes, and the light blue smoke dissipates in the air. She is very quiet at this time, and it seems as if there are billions of stars hidden in her eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Feng Ke held his head and spoke sincerely.

"Huh?" An Cong threw the cigarette butt into the lake and turned to look at her, confused.

Feng Ke repeated obediently: "You are so good-looking."

An Cong: "What's wrong? Tell me, do you have something to ask of me? I have nothing to do to show my courtesy. What do you want to do?"

An Cong pretended to be wary, as if Feng was some kind of wolf or leopard.

Feng Ke chuckled, "It's okay, I'll just praise you."

Feng Ke asked again: "Is Young Master your nickname?"

An Cong: "Well, don't pay attention. They are just shouting for fun. Don't pay attention to those fools."

Feng Ke shook his feet: "Master, Master, why do they call you Master?"

"I don't know," An Cong put his chin on the railing, his voice a little listless, "Maybe it's because I cut my hair short."

Feng Ke: "Do you have a good relationship?"

An Cong: "It's okay. Let's play music together. We're on the same page and have fun."

……

They chatted a lot, and every question was answered, and the atmosphere was just right.

There was a cool breeze and a gentle moonlight. The street lamps around the lake were covered with a layer of mist by the rising water vapor, as if they were covered with a filter.

After staying up until two o'clock in the morning, An Cong was already sleepy. What she didn't expect was that Feng Ke was more energetic than her.

An Cong: "Are you young people so energetic?"

Feng Ke smiled and said nothing.

An Cong couldn't bear it anymore: "Let's go back to sleep."

Feng Ke pretended not to hear, hugging the railing and refusing to get up.

An Cong: "Hey, ancestors, I have to go to class every day."

Feng Ke looked up at her and said, "Carry me."

An Cong was helpless, bent down and said: "Come up here, you won't wait if you're overdue."

An Cong is 176cm tall and Feng Ke is 168cm tall. It is not difficult to carry them on their backs.

Feng Ke's lightness was a bit surprising, and An Cong bumped the man on his back. He planned to go out to play next time, and the first thing he had to do was to feed a certain little rabbit before wandering around.

Feng Ke was still muttering something in a low voice. An Cong walked away to regain his consciousness. When he came back to his senses, there was no sound on his back.

An Cong laughed, bumped Feng Ke's little buttocks, and teased her: "You were energetic just now, why did you stop working all of a sudden?"

But no matter how happy An Cong was smiling, no one paid attention to her, and Feng Ke had long since fallen asleep.

It is said that if you stay up late, after two o'clock, the more you stay up, the more energetic you will be. At first glance, you can tell that Feng is the kind of person who rarely stays up late. The fact that he can persist until now is considered extraordinary.

An Cong put one hand behind his back and took out his mobile phone with the other to call someone to pick them up.

An Cong said "tsk", it was really inconvenient to have no car at night.

After the bar, Feng Ke didn't see An Cong for a long time.

He didn't reply to her WeChat messages. Feng Ke got angry and didn't take the initiative to find her. He was busy with his own things every day.

The summer in the south is very boring. The sun is so hot that the leaves on both sides of the road are burnt and lifeless, causing them to hang their heads.

Feng Ke carried a bag of takeout and a cup of milk tea, drinking while walking to the dormitory.

When she turned the corner of the dormitory building, a figure suddenly jumped out and pulled her over. Before she could speak, her mouth was covered and she was pressed against the wall.

Feng Ke suddenly thought of the scene he had seen on TV before, where people were killed first and then buried, and he was so scared that the milk tea in his hands dropped.

The man bent down and quickly grabbed the milk tea that was about to die in the battle. He leisurely took a sip from the straw. Only then did Feng Ke see the man's face.

Feng Ke: "An Cong, you bastard!"

Feng Ke rolled his eyes at her, turned away angrily.

An Cong: "Hey, no, why are you angry?"

An Cong had long legs and caught up with him in two or three steps. He grabbed Feng Ke's hand and pulled her into his arms.

Two pieces of his thin T-shirt were wet in an instant. An Cong wrinkled his beautiful brows and said unforgivingly: "Oh, what's going on? Look at my family's grievance. That bastard bullied you. I Go beat him up!”

Feng Ke cried for a while and muttered: "bastard An Cong."

An Cong:......

An Cong had no choice but to coax: "Okay, okay, I'm a bastard, I'm a big bastard, An Cong is a super invincible bastard!"

Feng Ke smelled the faint smell of disinfectant on An Cong's body.

Feng Ke smelled it again. It was actually the smell of disinfectant.

Feng Ke: "Where have you been these days? Why didn't you reply to my WeChat message? I thought you hated me... An Cong, you are so bad!"

An Cong explained: "I went to take care of him. One of my brothers was sick, so I went to take care of him. As a result, I lost my phone on the first day. I didn't remember your phone number, so I couldn't contact you, so I didn't have time to follow him. you say."

"Ah!" Feng Ke frowned and opened his red eyes.

She found that An Cong was much thinner than before, and his face was much paler.

Feng Ke: "Is it particularly tiring to accompany you? You have lost a lot of weight."

"Actually, it's not bad." An Cong touched her head, and then conjured up a small cake the size of a palm, "Look, what is this?"