do you owe

Gu Qingmei looked up at her who was silent: "Huh?"

It took a while for Hang Junbai to look away, and said in a low voice, "I'll go buy paper for you."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away anxiously.

Fortunately, there were quite a few small shops near the temple, so she picked one nearby, bought a pack of handkerchiefs, left the shop, and looked out at Gu Qingmei.

She stood under a row of ginkgo trees, holding a stick of candied haws in one hand, waiting for her quietly.The bright sunlight passed through the branches, mottled and scattered, and there were also fine specks of light on her black hair, changing and moving with her swaying body.

People come and go, but she is the most dazzling.

Hang Junbai remembered the first time he saw her, behind the upstairs window, opened the curtains, and saw her standing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Ponytail, school uniform, bright eyes.

It is the softest and most seductive feather, sweeping across her heart.

Now, it is Gu Qingmei who wants to get close to her.

Hang Junbai hooked the corners of his lips, then took out half a pack of tissues from his trouser pocket and threw them into the trash can.

Just now she thought about kissing Gu Qingmei, but in the end she still didn't have the courage.

"Here." She handed Gu Qingmei the newly bought tissue.

"Thank you."

The sugar stains were a bit dry, Gu Qingmei wiped it off several times, but it still couldn't be wiped off, she rubbed harder, until the corners of her mouth turned red.

Hang Junbai looked at her, and bought her another bottle of water in silence.

After dipping in water, the sugar stains melted away and were finally wiped off, but the skin was even redder by her rubbing.

"Is it clean?" she asked Hang Junbai.

Hang Junbai stared down at the pink clean skin, and said slowly, "No."

Then, she raised her hand, and the pad of her thumb lightly brushed the corner of her mouth.

The touch was softer than expected, so she wiped it again with some force.

That piece of tender skin was like a sponge, being pressed into a soft arc by her fingertips.

Hang Jun's white eyes darkened, and then... She pinched Gu Qingmei's face with her thumb and thumb.

Gu Qingmei: "..."

Gu Qingmei was a little nervous at first, but when she pinched her face suddenly, that nervous, charming smell dissipated in an instant.

"What are you doing?" She glared at her.

Only then did Hang Junbai come back to his senses, and hastily let go of his hand.

"Sorry." Her ears were stained red again.

Gu Qingmei lowered her head and rubbed her face, but she didn't see that her ears were red.

"Where are we going to play later? Or, go home directly?" Putting aside what happened just now, Gu Qingmei looked at her and asked.

She originally wanted to play outside, but thinking about Hang Junbai's eternal silence here, she felt tired of continuing to play, so she might as well go home and catch up on the drama.

Hang Junbai was quiet for a while, and said, "Do you want a drink?"

Gu Qingmei didn't particularly want to drink it, and she didn't refuse her to disappoint her. She turned her eyes around and pointed to a nearby milk tea shop: "Okay, there's one there."

You can go back after you buy it, a matter of minutes.

Hang Junbai had a cold face.

Gu Qingmei had already walked over there.

She could only clench her lips and follow.

After buying drinks, the two returned the same way.

On the way to the temple fair, Gu Qingmei had already said everything she could say, so there was only silence on the way back.

The atmosphere was inexplicably weird, and Gu Qingmei always felt that Hang Junbai was looking at her.

Are you blaming her for not finding topics to chat with?

She thought about it, if she was okay with someone she was familiar with, she would be comfortable not talking anymore, but after all, she was not familiar with Hang Junbai, so if she was too quiet, on the one hand, she would be embarrassed, on the other hand, there might be a kind of "she Unwilling to answer my 'misunderstanding.

So she could only continue to use her awkward chat skills, and bravely started to ask Hang Junbai about his personal affairs.

"Why did you change schools suddenly?"

Hang Junbai lowered his eyes: "Family matters."

"Oh." Gu Qingmei couldn't continue to ask now.

It was quiet again.

At this time, Gu Qingmei couldn't help being envious of Nian Zhenzhen's ability to chat with people warmly. On the first day when Hang Junbai transferred to another school, she was able to chat so passionately with her.

But coming here, besides embarrassment, it's still embarrassment.

While thinking wildly, Hang Junbai suddenly pulled his arm.

"Well, what happened?"

Hang Junbai pointed to the intersection not far away: "Lemon."

Over there there was an old man who was selling fresh lemons. A lemon with yellow and orange colors was placed in the basket, which was really pretty.

"Do you want to buy it?"

Hang Junbai looked down at her and asked, "Can you pickle lemon slices?"

This is simple, my grandma used to make it often.

"meeting."

Hang Junbai nodded with satisfaction: "Then buy it."

Gu Qingmei: "Huh?"

What does this mean?

Hang Jun bought it for nothing, and then she will do it?

Before he could figure it out, the white man Hang Jun had already walked in front of the old man, bent over and admired, glanced around the plump, shiny and round lemon, and said three words boldly.

"It's all."

Gu Qingmei was startled, and trotted over in a hurry: "It's not that much!"

This basket of lemons weighs at least twenty catties!

How many jars of pickled lemons does that make?

Hang Junbai frowned: "Half?"

Gu Qingmei stared at her speechlessly, then turned to the old man and said, "Just weigh me two catties."

Hang Jun had a cold face: "Too little."

Gu Qingmei said helplessly: "I don't have such a big jar to pickle such lemons, and summer hasn't started yet, so I can still buy lemons in the future."

Hang Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, and fell silent with some reluctance.

Like a wronged child who didn't eat candy.

Gu Qingmei was amused, and pulled her arm to comfort her: "Don't worry, two catties of lemons are enough for you for a month."

Carrying lemons, the two continued to go home.

"You like lemons very much?" Gu Qingmei had nothing to say.

Hang Junbai: "Yes."

Gu Qingmei continued to ask for words out of boredom: "Why do you like lemons?"

Hang Junbai: "Sour."

Gu Qingmei: "Do you like sour food?"

Hang Junbai: "Yes."

Gu Qingmei: "Then you also like to be jealous?"

Hang Junbai: "Yes."

Gu Qingmei: "I know there is a fish in sour soup in the town, the taste is quite good, I invite you to eat it some other day."

Hang Junbai: "Today."

Gu Qingmei: "Ah? Are you going today?"

Hang Junbai nodded.

Gu Qingmei glanced at the time, it was only one o'clock.

"But it's too early for dinner now, so how do we pass the afternoon now?"

Hang Junbai thought about it seriously, and said, "Go back and make lemons."

Gu Qingmei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We're going back now, and we came out again at dinner time, aren't you afraid of trouble?"

After all, it still takes half an hour to walk.

Hang Junbai was silent for a while, and said, "I'll ride you by car."

Seeing that she was so persistent, Gu Qingmei had no choice but to agree.

The venue for making lemons is at Gu Qingmei's house.

She washed the lemons and drained them on the square table in the living room, then went to the utility room to find glass jars.

When he came out, Hang Junbai was sitting at the table, propping his chin with one hand, and fiddling with lemons with the other hand.

Gu Qingmei felt that she should be bored, so she said: "Why don't you go home first, I'll send it to you when I'm done."

Hang Junbai shook his head, then continued to fiddle with the lemons.

Gu Qingmei cleaned the glass jar, shook off most of the water, and finally put it on the window sill to dry.

Lemons and jars, two things, can't do it for a while.

Looking back at Hang Junbai, she suggested nervously: "Hang Junbai, why don't you go to my room and watch TV?"

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Gu Qingmei: You like to eat sour.

Hang Junbai: Yes.

Gu Qingmei: Then do you like green plums?

Hang Junbai (red face): I like it.