Warm Burning [Net Matching]

Wen Bowen felt that as long as he worked hard, there would always be such things as girlfriends.So I was still gearing up innocently and happily to prepare for a big pick, so I prepared all kinds of equipment the day before and went to bed early.

Waking up the next day was very early in the morning. Du Ran was lying on the bed, half asleep, when he heard Wen Bowen's fragmentary sound from getting up on the opposite bed, he raised his hand and pinched his forehead and sighed inwardly. Slip through the words that shocked thousands of people back then, you annoying little goblin.

When the little goblin tiptoed up to brush her teeth and wash her face, she didn't know that she had inexplicably acquired a nickname for Du Ran's inner jokes in just two or three minutes.

The weather in May is always beautiful, and the sky began to brighten after 06:30, showing a thin and clear blue.Vulture Peak is not close to their campus in the urban area, and if they don't gather earlier and get in the car, they might spend the night there.Du Ran glanced at Wen Bowen, who was listening to jokes among the girls, and started to count the number of people with a dark face.

When it was almost finished, a bus in the distance drove slowly to the gate of the school and stopped. When the door was opened, Wen Bowen stepped up the steps in two steps.

He gets motion sickness, that's not the point, the point is that today he wants to maintain a good image to chase girls or let girls chase him, although he will eventually get used to throwing up, but it's not indecent after all.If you don't rush to pick a seat in the front row, and later drive to a place under the mountain without a road, it will be bumpy, and it will be difficult to get off the car.

Wen Bowen was surrounded by a group of girls when he got off the bus, and now the ones following him were naturally also girls. The two of them sat next to each other on the bus, and a girl with fluttering hair sat next to Wen Bowen.

Du Ran waited for everyone to get ready and Oshio came up, and someone in the car called him over.He glanced at Wen Bowen and the girls beside him in the first row seemingly inadvertently, and waved to the people behind him.

Du Ran, a well-dressed beast like Du Ran, would not be able to do such a shameless thing as letting a girl sit in the back.He thought for three seconds, then pulled the backrest of the tour guide on the front beam of the car, and leaned on it with his arms folded.

Wen Bowen under Du Ran's nose just wanted to talk to the girl beside him, but when he looked up and saw a cold face, he rolled his eyes habitually, losing interest.

"Brother Ran—this is a place for you."

The buddy in the middle of the car couldn't understand Du Ran's good intentions at all. Seeing that he didn't go to the back, he opened his hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted at the top of his voice.

Wen Bowen raised his eyebrows and raised his chin: "You are free if you don't have a seat."

Du Ran: "I'm motion sick."

For some reason, Wen Bowen found the half-joking, half-serious tone in this tone extremely familiar.The girl next to Wen Bowen felt a little sorry when she heard this sentence: "Du Ran, why don't you sit here, I don't get motion sickness, I just sit here with Brunei."

"No need for Xiaoman, you are a girl." Du Ran smiled, and the last three words were clearly spelled out, as if he meant something else.The face of the girl next to Wen Bowen seemed to turn slightly red.Brunei, a short-haired girl on the seat on the other side of the aisle, laughed crisply, and was pushed by Xiao Man.

Wen Bowen snorted, as if convinced that Du Ran would still have trouble with him today.The phrase "girl" was clearly aimed at him.

It's only been a few days since there was no war on the Western Front, and it's back to normal.

After a while the car started, someone yelled at Du Ran who was standing at the front of the car leaning on the back of the tour guide, saying "Guide Du, come here".Du Ran has never seen such a big wind and waves, and he is not hypocritical, so he picked up the microphone beside him and pushed the switch, and tapped the microphone a few times to test the sound: "What do you want to hear?"

The voice was a little lazy when I woke up too early in the morning, not masculine enough to make people feel aggressive, but it was by no means soft.After the amplification of the current, there is a warm thickness and magnetism inside, which makes some people who have earplugs take them off for a while.

Just like Chang Xiao said that day "It's a pity that Huo Lie's voice is not used as a cv", Wen Bowen suddenly wanted to say the same thing.He shook his head. It's only been a few days since he played, and his occupational diseases are all over.

People in the car ordered songs one after another, ranging from classics to popular songs to wonderful divine comedies, Du Ran waved his hands helplessly: "I guess I'll have to rely on my brothers to carry them back today after I've sung them all."

Brunei turned his head and glanced at Xiaoman: "It's okay! Brothers can lift it."

"Okay, everyone knows that the first stop today is the rose garden, right?"

"Yes--"

"Take Yuquan's "The Most Beautiful" as a scene. If a girl receives twelve roses today, she will marry her."

Immediately there was booing from the class committee, the class leader was shaking poker with the person next to the seat, and at this moment he threw the cards and shook his fist at Du Ran.

The driver is also a cute uncle. After listening to the booing, he happily opened the car dvd, picked up a pile of discs at hand, looked at it, took out one and stuffed it into the disc player, and the accompaniment of "The Most Beautiful" came out immediately.A group of young people on the seats laughed, not knowing whether they were laughing at the fact that the driver had a young heart or that the song Du Ran chose was too old.

Du Ran was still smiling, listening to the beat and speaking.

For Wen Bowen, it was very disgusting to have someone who was annoying to watch standing in front of him all the time along the way, not to mention that he was singing with a microphone now.Although Du Ran may not be able to sing at a professional level in the eyes of others, it still sounds very good. To Wen Bowen's ears, the word "torture".

"...you are the most beautiful in my eyes, every smile makes me intoxicated. Your bad, your good, your pouty mouth when you lose your temper..."

It's just that the more annoying something is, the more you will pay attention to it sometimes, trying to pick a thorn in the side.The pitch is not right there, and the tempo here is a quarter faster. Wen Bowen picks and chooses, but he doesn't realize that he has listened to every word without inadvertently, and he listens more seriously than anyone else.Unexpectedly, when he lowered his head and heard this sentence, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It's not that Du Ran sings well and hears the anger of people and gods, or that he is easily moved by Wen Bowen, but he obviously felt that when he sang this sentence, the direction of his voice changed obviously.

He seemed to be singing to him.

Wen Bowen raised his eyes subconsciously, and suddenly saw Du Ran's smile.The distance between them was very close before, now Wen Bowen could almost hear Du Ran's breathing when the microphone was amplified.In a daze, he had a strange illusion that Du Ran's song was actually sung for him.

He was immediately disgusted by the thought of himself.The girl next to him looked very moved, and she seemed to marry Du Ran if he found her with roses today, which made Wen Bowen more disappointed.Simply lean back in the chair and close your eyes.In fact, although he didn't get enough sleep last night, it is impossible for him to fall asleep now that he is directly surrounded by Du Ran's singing.Seeing this scene, Du Ran raised the corner of his mouth: "Baby, I'm in love now..."

And the people in the car hardly noticed who the smile was actually directed at.

Wen Bowen closed his eyes and thought, is this a new trick.However, I felt a little flustered that I was thinking too much.For the first time in the first 20 years of his life, he felt this strange flustered feeling. In fact, maybe he just didn't know what it was that he hated.

A corner buried deep in his memory moved slightly, and a piece of soft dust fell down.He felt like he couldn't breathe.

A few minutes later, the song ended. A few students clamored to pass the microphone and began to shout the song they wanted to sing. Du Ran leaned against the backboard with his arms folded amidst the noise, looking at Wen from the corner of his eye. blog post.It was found that his originally calm expression suddenly turned into a frown.

Are you uncomfortable?he thinks.

When Wen Bowen covered his mouth and began to cough, he suddenly felt a warm palm on his shoulder, and slowly moved towards his back.Several plastic bags were stuffed into his hands.Wen Bowen opened his eyes and rubbed the bag, but found that he couldn't open it. The person next to him took one from his hand, opened it and handed it to him.

Wen Bowen stared wide-eyed.

Du Ran.

The person being watched sat next to him with an innocent face: "Xiao Man and Brunei ran behind to grab the microphone."

Wen Bowen continued to stare.

Du Ran: "Plastic bags are not poisonous, feel safe to vomit."

Wen Bowen still stared at him.

Du Ran: "?"

Wen Bowen: "Turn around!"

Du Ran held back the black lines on his head and didn't complain about Wen Bowen, like a girl changing clothes, he simply turned around half a circle neatly, just right to keep Wen Bowen out of the sight of others.

Wen Bowen frowned, finished processing his stomach, quickly pierced the plastic bag and threw it into the trash can, took out a bottle of mineral water and began to drink.Du Ran turned around and took out a box from his pocket and handed it over.

Motion sickness pills.

After pressing out two slices and eating, Wen Bowen wiped his mouth: "You have all the tools."

"It's common sense to take medicine for motion sickness."

Wen Bowen paused: "I forgot."

"Can you forget such an important thing?"

"My memory of small things has always been bad, since..." Wen Bowen cut off the conversation and turned his head out of the window.The microphones in the car are controlled by a group of girls, and they are singing "Peerless Xiaoshou" together. Wen Bowen once heard it at the concert, and now even if he can't hear the lyrics clearly, he can't help feeling chills.

Du Ran didn't know what he wanted to say.After waiting for a while without further words, he stretched out his hand to touch the top of Wen Bowen's head, but the latter swung him back with a sharp glance.

The glass windows are reflective, which can illuminate people's movements.

Du Ran withdrew his hand and touched his nose.