Comprehensive film nightshade: young you chapter

"Hello." A cold male voice.

Not long ago, he was their defeat.

He had been insulted by them with his mother in the most obscene terms.

Solanum nigrum thought the situation would get worse, but the group of people restrained themselves and threw the empty wallet back to her to leave.

"Give her back the money." He exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked his fingers, and the ash fell on his feet.

The other party threw the money to her and left.

Solanum nigrum doesn't quite understand, but doesn't want to understand either.She saw another piece of broken skin on his brow bone, and fresh, horrific wounds on his arms.

She had guessed that they were really the same.

The white T-shirt stood there and looked at her, not intending to approach her.

Solanum nigrum squatted down, picked up the wallet, wiped off the dust, put it in the schoolbag, and carried it.

He walked up to her, and his figure enveloped her.

Solanum nigrum could only see his protruding Adam's apple when she looked straight, she didn't intend to look up at him.

"Thank you!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her shoulders, and her body language was all about wanting to leave, but she thought that no matter what, she would have to thank her.

The white T-shirt frowned, unable to bear her avoidance.

The young man snorted, seemingly disdainful, mocking, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

Someone in the street called a name, he looked back, and walked there without saying a word.

It was a group of rambunctious boys, his partner.

He stopped in his tracks, frowned in displeasure, and looked at her for a while, she raised her head belatedly, and looked back at him quietly and purely.He couldn't figure out why, he was probably speechless, and continued to walk forward without saying a word.

Solanum nigrum walked very slowly and stopped at the intersection.He has walked half the zebra crossing.Solanum nigrum doesn't need to cross the road, and is not going to wander in the city anymore, turning home, wanting to say hello but feeling unnecessary.

There will be no more intersections, so let's separate, she thought.

The boy threw his coat over his shoulders, walked to the middle of the road, and turned his head.

Solanum nigrum stood straight and quietly on the curb, slim and pretty, looking at him.The immaculate white shirt outlines the moving curves.

He squinted his eyes in the sunset light.

She pointed to the left hand side, indicating that her home was in that direction.

He pointed his thumb behind him, signaling her to come and follow him in that direction.

Solanum nigrum tightly clenched the strap of the schoolbag in her hand, watching him from a distance, not moving.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, people come and drive.

He didn't care, and walked across the road, and looked again, nightshade came with the crowd.

Solanum nigrum didn't know what was wrong, her footsteps seemed out of her control.Perhaps it was because the boy had no ill intentions towards her, she could feel it.

He snorted to himself, twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked forward with his hands in his pockets. When he arrived at the door of a small restaurant, he sat down on a plastic stool at an open-air dining table, and took out a cigarette to smoke.

It took a while for Solanum nigrum to come to him and stand aside to watch him.

He also raised his eyes to look at her. Her face was white and small, whiter than the milk he had drunk, and it seemed that it was not as big as his hand.Her hair was loose and hanging behind her, with a luster that he couldn't describe, shining golden under the setting sun.

He felt that she was like a snail, talking, walking, and doing everything slowly, even if someone poked her, her tentacles would slowly retract, but it must be the most beautiful snail.

It is also like the most expensive and most beautiful flower in a flower shop, very delicate.