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It was getting dark late in summer, and Wang Rui couldn't sit still, so he walked out of the store early with his bag. When Jiuer heard Wang Rui's footsteps going away, his hanging heart was finally at ease. He didn't want to When Wang Rui met Ren Kuan, she was afraid that Wang Rui would say some harsh words in front of Ren Kuan.

Even the owner of the store has left, and the key has been handed over to the cleaning lady. There is no business left and right. Everyone is sitting on pins and needles. I don't know who started it. "Let's go early today."

Everyone stood up one after another, and Jiu'er sat on the chair helplessly, Ren Kuan's shop was not finished yet, he couldn't leave, but the cleaning aunt was also anxious to go home, "Jiu'er, I'm going to lock the door .”

"Oh!" Jiu'er stretched out her guiding stick, and sat down on the sill of the store door from inside the store.

There was the sound of rattling iron chains behind her, and the aunt locked the door, her tone was not salty, "You just sit here? Aren't you going out today?"

"Yes..." But Ren Kuan hadn't come yet, he didn't dare to disturb Ren Kuan in the store, and he didn't dare to run around.

"Who are you going out with? You still don't come at this time." Auntie is not warm-hearted, but just gossiping, her words are very tentative and slightly contemptuous.

Jiu'er didn't answer, Ren Kuan was clearly a treasure he couldn't hide, but he wanted to hide it tighter.

Seeing that Jiu'er was silent, the aunt rolled her eyes suddenly, "At this time, if you go out with people casually, be careful that you won't know if you are sold out."

Ren Kuan is not that kind of person, Jiu'er retorted secretly in his heart.

The aunt's footsteps were getting further away, and Jiu'er was sitting on the ridge and shaking his calf freely. No one else understood, and he didn't want to explain too much. To himself, tonight must be a special night, and no one took him in the middle of the night go out.

Ren Kuan didn't take any takeaway orders on the platform. After cooking the last takeout fried rice, Ren Kuan took off his apron, "Let's get off work early today, I have something to do."

This is the trouble for restaurants. No matter how big or small they are, the food residue and cleaning on the same day cannot be left overnight. After all, it is a place to eat, and cleanliness is the most important thing.

Fortunately, there were four people in the shop, and they were busy cleaning it up. Ren Kuan asked Xiao Sun to close the shop, picked up his helmet and ran down by himself. Too late or too early.

But he soon had an answer, too late.

Ren Kuancha was on the upper platform, under the streetlight, Jiu'er looked around blankly, no, how could the little blind man look around, his little head dangling, and he grabbed his arms and legs from time to time.

The iron chain on the massage shop's gate was a bit cold, and Ren Kuan cleared his throat, "Jiuer!"

Jiu'er looked over in search of sound, "Brother Kuan!"

It seems that it is not too late, Jiu'er is still very energetic, his tail is almost wagging to the sky, Ren Kuan jumped down the steps, and quickly approached Jiu'er, "How long have you been waiting, why don't you go up to find me?"

"It didn't take long, the store just closed." It was already hot enough in summer, but the hot air following Ren Kuan up and down was still sensitive to Jiu'er.

Instead of guessing the authenticity of Jiu'er's words, Ren Kuan shook the helmet in his hand, "Go, the motorcycle is below."

As soon as he waved his hand, the little milk cat who recognized him immediately followed. The further down he went, Ren Kuan noticed that Jiu'er was walking more slowly, and the stick in his hand was shaking violently, probably because he was not familiar with the road conditions below. Much slower.

Ren Kuan gradually slowed down his pace, and was about to stretch out his hand to pull Jiu'er's wrist, recalling how many times Jiu'er asked him to go, "Have you never been below?"

Thought he was careful enough, Ren Kuan found out, Jiuer muttered, "I rarely come...but I can go by myself..."

Ren Kuan was a little thankful for Jiu'er's particular obsession with his walking, he didn't pull him recklessly, "I know you can walk, so slow down, don't worry, it's still early."

People who can't see are far more sensitive to sound than ordinary people. Jiu'er noticed Ren Kuan's deliberately slowing down of footsteps and the sound of breathing close at hand.

How could Ren Kuan be so nice, better than everyone he had ever met.

Normally, Ren Kuan rides a motorcycle by himself, even with only one helmet. Isn’t it the first time for this little chick to wear a helmet to feel more secure.

When he walked up to the motorcycle, Ren Kuan asked, "You stick later..."

"It can be put away!" Before Ren Kuan could finish speaking, Jiu'er had already folded the guide stick in his hand. It was about an arm's length, and it was much more convenient to hold in his hand.

"It's still like this." It was also the first time Ren Kuan saw him, and he said after the novelty: "Don't move, I'll put the helmet on for you."

After listening to Ren Kuan's words, Jiu'er clenched her teeth as if her acupuncture points had been tapped, her cheeks bulged slightly, and when her head got into the helmet, she instinctively shrunk her neck until Ren Kuan said "Okay", Jiu'er's The seal was only lifted.

Chiuer can come by himself on foot, but not on a motorcycle. Ren Kuan asked for his opinion and said, "I'll carry you up, just sit down and wait for me."

"Yeah." He could only ride a motorcycle, and Jiu'er was as nervous as a punishment, his upper body was stiff, his legs were tense, and his pale face was hidden under the helmet.

Ren Kuan comforted, "What are you afraid of, just take a car."

"Well, I'm not afraid." Jiu'er explained in a deaf way.

Ren Kuan smiled, and picked him up by the waist, the little chick was just a little chick, he said he was not afraid, his hands tightly grabbed Ren Kuan's collar, and he obeyed Ren Kuan's arrangements in every move.

"Open your legs, step over, step on here, don't kick around." Ren Kuan helped Jiu'er with his hands, and Jiu'er sitting in the back seat looked more like a little country bumpkin who entered the city for the first time, with twinkling eyes With a strange brilliance.

Ren Kuan straddled him in front of him, put in the key and started the motorcycle, "We won't go back yet, I'll take you for a walk on the bridge, and we'll go home after the run."

No matter what, Jiu'er is not afraid of being betrayed by Ren Kuan, so he foolishly agrees, "Okay."

"Do you want to go home to eat, or eat out?" The hum of the engine was not too loud, and it didn't drown out Ren Kuan's voice.

"At home!" Jiu'er spoke loudly, afraid that Ren Kuan would not hear him. He likes the air outside, but prefers to be alone with Ren Kuan.

The motorcycle moved from the ridge to the street at a very slow speed. Ren Kuan took time to talk to Jiu'er, "Okay! Home, what do you want to eat?"

The ignorant Jiuer shouted in a clear voice: "Baozi."

Ren Kuan laughed, "I think you are like a steamed stuffed bun, you have to toss me to make dough for you in the middle of the night."

Thinking that making steamed stuffed buns was too troublesome, Ren Kuan didn't like it, and Jiu'er was about to change his mind when he heard Ren Kuan's rough voice, "Steamed stuffed buns are buns, you can't say anything else."

The motorcycle just stopped on the side of the road, eager to try it, Ren Kuan twisted the handle, the sound of the engine was deafening, he increased the volume and said: "Teaching you, if you are afraid, hold it tight, forgot?"

Of course Jiu'er didn't forget, she leaned forward and firmly hugged Ren Kuan's waist, rubbing her big head on Ren Kuan's back.

"Hold it?" Ren Kuan had just finished asking, and before Jiu'er could answer, the motorcycle whizzed, and Jiu'er could only feel the crazy rustling in his ears, and the heat was seeping in through the visor of the helmet that was lifted.

The airflow is like an invisible big hand, holding Jiu'er's throat, making him unable to make a sound, his arms tightened, and his whole body hit Ren Kuan's back, his disordered heart rhythm quickly merged with everything around him .

Not only the sound of the wind, but also the speed of passing vehicles was extremely fast. At this moment, Jiuer not only lost his vision, but even his hearing was weakened a lot. He was completely attached to Ren Kuan. Apart from trusting Ren Kuan unconditionally, he would no choice.

The bridge spans the Yangtze River, and the oncoming river wind is mixed with wetness, which washes away the sticky feeling just now. Jiu'er secretly raised his head and widened his eyes to feel the pleasure brought by the speed.

In fact, it's not that you can't hear other sounds at all. The engine is indeed quite noisy, but it can't make the sound of Jiu'er's heartbeat.

It wasn't until the sound of the motorcycle stopped abruptly and he pressed harder on Ren Kuan's back that he slowly recovered.

The motorcycle stopped.

Driving from the street to the opposite side of the river in one breath, Ren Kuan had to make sure that Jiu'er's soul was still there, he shrugged his back, "Jiu'er?"

There seemed to be a layer of veil in her ears, and Jiu'er listened hazily, unrealistically, "Brother Kuan..."

"Scared?" As long as he was still alive, Ren Kuan didn't get out of the car, quietly waiting for Jiu'er's three souls and seven souls to return, "Let's go back after a while, otherwise it will be too late to make buns."

Ren Kuan took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and after lighting the cigarette, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke ring. The black and white mist was not very conspicuous in the dark night, and quickly dissipated in the wind.

Xingshen Jiuer tugged on Ren Kuan's clothes, "Brother Kuan, can I take it off?"

"Take it off." Ren Kuan turned around and helped Jiu'er take off his helmet, "Aren't you afraid?"

Afraid or a little scared, Jiu'er talked about him from left to right, "It's a panic..." His cheeks were strangled.

Ren Kuan smiled, and sparks formed between his lips, "If you ride a lot in the future, I will have to buy you a new helmet." As soon as he mentioned the helmet, Ren Kuan started talking, "I see people riding battery cars, There is a small windmill on the head, have you ever seen it? Let me buy you that."

He spoke in a hurry, Ren Kuan didn't think about it, and regretted it after he finished speaking, how could Jiu'er have seen it before, he hurriedly said: "It's okay if you haven't seen it, you will know it when you buy it, there are villains on it... hey..."

The more I talk, the more I feel awkward, saying so much is just to arouse Chiu'er's fantasy, and it's just to provoke people's pain.

Jiu'er didn't pay attention to that sigh, and rubbed his cheeks, "Can I still sit in the future?"

Ren breathed a sigh of relief, Jiu'er was not only sweet-mouthed, but also understanding, unpretentious and generous enough, "Why can't you sit down, don't your massage shops have holidays? There must be one day a week, right?"

"Yes." But to the previous Chiu'er, there was no difference.

"That's fine. I'll take you out when you're on vacation." When the cigarette ran out, Ren Kuan threw the cigarette butt and said in a teasing tone, "I just bought this motorcycle when I came back from Shenzhen. No one has done the rear yet. You're the first."

When Jiu'er heard it, not to mention how complacent she was, her face that was still stiff just now was full of smiles.

Ren Kuan saw it as soon as he turned his head, he really couldn't hide his expression.

The two had their own concerns, and Jiu'er was so happy that he suddenly raised his face and said, "Then you will take others with you in the future..."

Hey, why are you still jealous of such a pleasant sentence, Ren Kuan sneered, pinching the flesh of Jiu'er's cheek, "Then don't wear it, the helmet is bought for you, and no one else can wear it."