steal summer

With a smile on his face, Sheng Changqing felt that Chen Han was a little too cute. He skillfully drove the car out of the parking lot: "It's delicious."

How delicious is the seafood in Rongcheng? Chen Han has no right to say, but he still affirmed a few times. He moved his eyes from Sheng Changqing to the front to broaden his horizons, and suddenly remembered a question of his own: "Driver's license? Car?"

"In the pocket of the clothes." Sheng Changqing drove very carefully in the campus, only slightly raised his right upper arm, "Look for it yourself."

Chen Han fumbled in his coat pocket for a while and found the wallet: "Is it this?"

"Yeah." Sheng Changqing acquiesced that he could look through them at will.

The wallet is a very basic men's model. The outer skin is a classic old pattern of a famous brand. After opening, there are two rows of bank cards on the left and right.

Chen Han didn't know where to look for the wallet, so he asked, "Is this also a fake?"

The corner of Sheng Changqing's mouth twitched, remembering that he had teased Chen Han that the shoes on his feet were A-grade a long time ago, so he said; "Well, 300 yuan."

Chen Han touched the leather and sighed a little: "I heard that there is a market here that is famous for making A goods. No wonder it is famous. The quality is not inferior to the real ones, and it only costs one percent of the price."

"Do you want it? The boss will send you a new product next time." Sheng Changqing said.

"Forget it, it's fine for me to use a 50 yuan wallet." Chen Han said, "I don't use cash very much now, I just put my ID card and bank card, and everything is of the same quality."

Sheng Changqing pressed his thumb on the steering wheel, then released it, reached out to Chen Han, and took out his driver's license from his inner pocket.

His palm wrapped around the back of Chen Han's hand, which was still hot in the warm car. Chen Han lowered his head and looked at his hand for a while, dazed.

"Is it hot?" Sheng Changqing asked.

Chen Han blinked his eyelashes, looked up at Sheng Changqing: "Huh?"

"It's a little red here." Sheng Changqing scratched his cheek with his curled index finger.

"Oh, oh," Chen Han sat back as naturally as possible, "It's okay."

He stuffed some wallets in: "Look at the way."

Sheng Changqing tilted his head and motioned him to look: "We're at the intersection in front of the school."

Because the intersection is an intersection of lines and a place where students often pass by, there is plenty of time for pedestrians to travel. When Sheng Changqing and the others came, they had just finished going straight and entered the red light. It took nearly 2 minutes to wait until the next time they went straight through the red light.

"..." Chen Han stretched his hand to let go of the blush and heartbeat just now. He flipped through Sheng Changqing's driver's license and saw the ID photo on the left side with a white background.

Sheng Changqing rarely wore a white shirt, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his face. He was very gentle, and he was better looking than all the boys Chen Han had ever seen. The bookish look seemed to jump out of the photo, lingering around Chen Han.

"The driver's license for the third year of high school." Sheng Changqing glanced at the photo and chuckled, "It looks pretty tender."

Chen Han's index finger still remained on the ID photo, and he said amidst the traffic passing by, "I'm only a sophomore now."

The road conditions were much better, Sheng Changqing relaxed a little, and talked to him: "There is also an ID card inside, for the exam in the freshman year of high school."

Chen Han quickly found out, and when he saw Sheng Changqing, who was even younger, he suddenly smiled: "You had bangs when you were a freshman in high school, and you looked so good."

"This hairstyle was popular at that time," Sheng Changqing said, "but it is about to expire, and I will have to do it again after a while."

Chen Han put away all his documents, turned his body to the left, put his shoulder close to Sheng Changqing, returned the wallet to his pocket, and when he was about to pull out his hand, an uninvited visitor from the edge of the pocket blocked him inside.

He raised his eyes, wanting to ask Sheng Changqing why he reached in.

Sheng Changqing seemed to be doing nothing, with one hand on the top of the steering wheel.

Chen Han looked down at his pocket again, cleared his throat, adjusted his position, and sat in the middle of the co-pilot, so that he looked very upright.

!

He suddenly widened his eyes.

Sheng Changqing's hand changed direction in his pocket and held him.

People's moods are very complicated. On the road that day, Chen Han was very excited. When Sheng Changqing hugged him, he was very excited. When Sheng Changqing asked to hold hands, he reached the peak of excitement and took the initiative to grab Sheng Changqing. .

But after one night, in such a quiet environment, the madness faded, and Chen Han showed his instinctive youthfulness and ignorance.

"Listen to music or the radio," Sheng Changqing asked, "Listening to cross talk is also fine."

Chen Han felt that his hearing was not particularly good, so he put all his heart into Sheng Changqing's pocket, hummed a few times, and then said, "Listen to the song."

"Connect your bluetooth." Sheng Changqing said.

"okay."

The mobile phone was originally placed on his left leg, but Chen Han subconsciously wanted to pull out his hand. He just moved a little before being grabbed by Sheng Changqing.

Chen Han's Adam's apple rolled.

"Aren't you used to holding hands?" Sheng Changqing asked him.

"...No." Chen Han said, picked up the phone, leaned over to operate on the screen of the center console.

I don't know which link stumped Chen Han. He seemed to have stayed near the center console for a long time. When Sheng Changqing was about to pull out his right hand from his pocket to operate for him, Chen Han also grabbed his hand and said, "I'm not used to it. But I like..."

"Bluetooth is connected." The gentle female voice said.

Chen Han straightened his waist, and clicked the first song in the playlist, which was called Sunset Boulevard.

He relaxed his nerves in the familiar sound of bagpipes, and his fingers gently penetrated into Sheng Changqing's fingers, interlocking with his.

The hoarse male voice sang softly: "I came here in a hurry with expectations that I couldn't contain. I'll think about it again, think about it again."

The author has something to say: It is so difficult for a male college student to fall in love.

The song is "Sunset Boulevard" by Liang Bo, and the lyrics are also in it. QAQ has been too busy recently, sorry everyone.