shock!Escaping NPC is the master of radio drama

That afternoon, when dusk was approaching, Xue Yingzhuo invited Ye Chuguang out, planning to take him to the largest night market in Fengcheng Commercial Street. Today is Christmas, so it must be very lively.

Xue Yingjue didn't often go to this kind of place, but with Ye Chuguang, he could feel it.

He wanted Ye Chuguang to be less afraid of the dark at Christmas.

The days in Fengcheng in winter are very short. When they arrived in the urban area after having dinner, Tao Ye took Lu Jin away consciously. The two went back to open a shop. Usually at least three times more.

Ye Chuguang has always been adhering to the attitude of not going to places with many people. This is the first time he has come to a large night market. He used to go through the stalls in front of the school to buy some daily necessities. He regretted not being able to prepare a few days earlier. Just use courier.

Many people persuaded him to see more sunshine, and he thought to himself that he is not a sunflower, so there is no need for that.

"Do you want a safe fruit?"

"Huh?" Ye Chuguang shook his head, he was not interested in those things.

Xue Ying sighed slightly in confusion.

Ye Chuguang was not sure, there were too many people and it was noisy, he heard a sentence in a daze, it seemed that Xue Ying said "difficult to coax" in confusion.

So... What is Teacher Xue doing to coax himself?

There were a lot of people, Xue Yingzhuo stretched out her hand to lightly support Ye Chuguang's shoulder, in a vaguely protective gesture: "In many radio dramas, there are such plots where the main character visits the night market."

Ye Chuguang leaned closer to Xue Ying in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, "Really?"

"I have paired many of them." Xue Ying was puzzled: "At this time, a little girl selling flowers will appear and say, big brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for your boyfriend!"

"Pfft."

The word "boyfriend" was uttered by Xue Yingzhu's pleasant voice, and he felt his heart beat faster for a moment.

Although he knew it was just an example, Ye Chuguang shamelessly substituted it.

Then shamefully shy!

He felt that Mr. Xue was a person who could deflate even perfectionists. So far, the only shortcoming of this person visible to the naked eye is that he is too nice.

It looks good everywhere, so good that it makes people feel daunted.

""Walk!Let's go find the little flower girl. "

Xue Yinghuo shook his shoulder lightly, Ye Chuguang's whole body was subconsciously leaning towards Xue Yinghuo, causing the two to get closer and closer, just like other intimate couples, but he didn't realize it.

The two searched for a while, and sure enough, there was no flower girl, only an old lady sitting on a deck chair, with a bunch of flowers and plants in front of her, and the kind of week fish that cost a few dollars each swimming in the muddy water. Swimming away, a few little green cockroaches quietly pretended to be dead.

"Art is higher than life." Ye Chuguang said.

Xue Yinghuo was silent for a while: "You are right."

Ye Chuguang: "..."

"Then still buy flowers?" Xue Ying said confusedly, pointing to one of the relatively foreign-looking flower pots, and asked the old lady very gently and politely: "Grandma, how much is this?"

As a result, the old lady was probably deaf and didn't give him a look at all.

Xue Ying confused: "..."

Ye Chuguang smiled in Xue Yingzhuo's ear and said: "Mr. Xue, although I have no experience, I know that your method will not work in the market."

Ye Chuguang persuaded him to forget it, but Xue Yinghuo still insisted that he must talk to the old man. Ye Chuguang shook his head, the flower hadn't bloomed yet, and there were a few flower buds hanging on a pot of green leaves. He felt familiar, but after all, he didn't know much After these, I took a picture and sent it to Lu Jin.If the other party happens to be alive, they should be able to reply soon.

Hallelujah: The landline filmed iron juice.

Ye Chuguang let out a "tsk".

Hallelujah: Too vague, but kind of like a carnation.

Ye Chuguang thought that this is not appropriate.

"Why? Want to buy? Isn't it?"

It's a speechless trilogy.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Xue Yingzhuo had successfully talked with the old lady, and she was holding a pot of carnations that were just about to bloom.

"Mr. Xue, do you know what kind of flower this is?" He couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Xue Yinghuo was very honest, "I just think it looks good."

Young, energetic, shy and timid, charming and charming.Very much like someone.

In the end, the two of them carried the flowers to the car and prepared to take them back. Anyway, Xue Yinghuo's study did not have many such potted plants.

When the two were about to return home, another incident happened.

At this time, Xue Yinghuo was holding a big bag and lowering her head to put flower pots, while Ye Chuguang was standing aside and waiting for him.

Two girls came over, one of them stretched out his hand, and said to Ye Chuguang, "Little brother, little brother, stretch out your hand, I'll give you something~"

Ye Chuguang subconsciously wanted to reach out, but Xue Ying suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Xue Yinghuo was holding the flowerpot in one hand and Ye Chuguang in the other, without looking at the two girls, she turned her head and left.

Both of them were wearing masks. In fact, they were tightly covered, but they couldn't hold back their height, long legs, and outstanding appearance. Many eyes looked at them.Ye Chuguang was still a little dazed, he didn't like to be stared at, but at the moment he couldn't care less, he was full of doubts, so he heard Xue Ying say in confusion: "I don't have anything in my hand, they will say they will give themselves to you."

Ye Chuguang was stunned, then shocked, "Ah? What are they going to do?"

Xue Ying opened the car door confusedly and let Ye Chuguang sit in, "I want to shoot a short video."

Ye Chuguang was speechless, "Young people... are quite good at playing."

However, how did Teacher Xue know?Do not ask?

Xue Ying let go of Ye Chuguang in confusion, and looked at his hand with her lowered eyes.

It was a white and slender piece of high-quality suet jade.

It was the first time for Ye Chuguang to celebrate such a lively festival, and even went to the night market, feeling a little indescribably excited.In the past, he and Lu Jin would send each other blessings on Wechat, or throw a red envelope and ask the rider to deliver a barbecue or something to the door.The experience of traveling down the mountain like this "long trek" is very novel to him.

Ye Chuguang is a veritable otaku, reading and traveling only account for the first half, and he doesn't understand a lot of common sense in life.Even so, he couldn't sleep tonight.

When lying on the bed, tossing and turning, I could always think of the scene where Xue Yinghuo was pressing down the road with him today.Strange to say, I didn't feel anything at the time, but now I can always recall the strength of Xue Yinghuo's arm that faintly looped around his back, and the strength that could be felt through the sleeves when pulling his wrist, gentle but irresistible.

He didn't think he had anything about it before... even dull.

But it's also evil, he used to be just the voice of Mr. Xue, but now it seems to be a little more.

For example, after logging out, he touched his hard chest muscles twice, he could feel his heartbeat, and he also had a reassuring breath.

Ye Xiaoguang shrank into the quilt.

You bastard, how dare you have such disrespectful thoughts towards Mr. Xue!

He lingered on the comfortable big bed for a long time, and finally clicked on Xue Yinghuo's chat history. He found that Xue Yinghuo didn't seem to feel that his voice was so proud of him. Lu Jin sent himself less.

He listened to the few voices over and over again.He doesn't like listening to those radio dramas, because Mr. Xue's voice is always interspersed with other people.He only likes this kind of sound, that of the radio, and that of Mr. Xue.

If the two of them were the same person, I would probably wake up laughing from my dreams.Is it really possible to be so close to my childhood savior?

How come, he is not the hero of the novel.

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