Women's clothing boss love plan

Zhong Linyun's kiss was reckless and peaceful, maybe it wasn't a kiss, but just a touch of lips.

But even so, this touch was obviously too long.

I stood still in a daze, and Zhong Linyun had no intention of ending it.

The old man selling fish and food passed by the pavilion whistling. When he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of our immoral couple. He turned his whistle twice, turned back and walked away.

When the whistle completely disappeared in my ears, Zhong Linyun let go of me.

"Go back?" He looked at me with a blank face and smiled.

"Ah."

I vaguely agreed, sat on the back seat of the bicycle in a daze, and hugged Zhong Linyun's waist in a daze.

The bicycle creaked and moved forward for a while, and my ears gradually turned red in the wind.

I suddenly realized that I had just experienced the big event of being confessed by someone I liked for the first time, and I had also completed a pleasing kiss.

I grabbed the hem of Zhong Linyun's clothes tightly, and the feeling of unreality still persisted.

"Why do you like me?"

As soon as I asked this question, I immediately regretted it.

After receiving a confession from someone they like, others happily agree.

Only I, like a stubborn and mischievous teacher, tried to come up with some super-syllabus questions.

Zhong Linyun, on the other hand, is like a helpless examinee who has to use all his strength to convince me to accept the fact that "he likes me", and then to prove the reason "why he likes me".

I think why I like people is a difficult question to answer, because I still don't know why I like Zhong Linyun.

Superficially speaking, I may have taken a fancy to his face, and further, it may be his figure.

But no matter how barren my reasons are, the fact that I like Zhong Linyun has been established.

I like him with the scar on his forehead and the pilled shirt.

I may only be able to use the results to reverse the process, but now I willfully ask Zhong Linyun to give detailed and diverse ideas for the standard answer.

Zhong Linyun didn't answer my question directly. He slowed down his bicycle, and the uncle who was jogging in the morning passed him. The Pomeranian, who was tied to a dog leash, turned his head and barked provocatively at the slow-moving humans.

Zhong Linyun still took his time.

His riding skills are superb.It is said that slow riding requires the most skill, but he drives smoothly and can talk to me with one mind.

"Let me tell you a story," he said.

So on the way back to the city, I heard another version of my parting in the rain three years ago.

Zhong Linyun told me that he escaped on the other side.

The senior high school entrance examination was approaching, but debt collectors came to the door again and again. Zhong Linyun's father locked the door and put wooden blocks under it.

Zhong Linyun came back from school every day, borrowed the balcony of the neighbor's house to climb into his own house, and studied in the second-hand smoke that was like a fire and could not see things clearly.

On the day he ran away from home, he met debt collectors with sticks on the way from school.

He hid in the canteen downstairs for half an hour, and only got up and went upstairs after the group of people left cursing.

Shards of beer bottles piled up at the door of the house, red paint was splashed on the door, and the two big words "repay the money" were shocking.

Zhong Linyun rang the door of the neighbor's house, and the neighbor showed embarrassment, saying that he also had difficulties, and that he might not be able to open the door for him in the future because he was afraid of being implicated.

Seeing the neighbor's embarrassing and guilty expression, Zhong Linyun forced a smile and said that it was the last time.

He turned back from the balcony and put all the study materials, savings and certificates in his bag. After thinking about it, he didn't take his mobile phone.

He didn't want to receive endless harassment and abuse.

His father watched him walking towards the balcony with his bag on his back, and casually asked where he was going.

"Late self-study at school." Zhong Linyun said.

He climbed over the balcony and walked out from the neighbor's house.

never came back.

"I was very confused when I went out. I didn't know anything. I didn't know whether I should continue to study in high school, or whether I should find a job and muddle through my life."

Zhong Linyun's words came from the front.

"But I know I must come to see you, at least once."

I was a little dazed, and a little epiphany.

It turned out that in those difficult days, I was not the only one who took the short-lived light as a spiritual pillar.

"How did you find me?" I asked him.

"I have been inquiring about you all the time." Zhong Linyun said.

"Why." I asked stupidly.

A soft laugh came from ahead.

So I knew I was asking a stupid question with an obvious answer.

Zhong Linyun got on the subway, traveled across most of the city, changed to a bus, and came to my side.

I don't know how he knew that I was going to be practicing in the dance studio that day, maybe he really did a lot of things where I couldn't see.

These are probably things that he thought I didn't need to know in the past, but now they are all taken out as proof of "like".

He saw me at the door of the dance studio, together with a bunch of thirteen and fourteen-year-old girls.

Young girls are like lively magpies, and I am like a crow that blends in.

Even though he was completely black, he was brought out some color by others.

Zhong Linyun said that at that moment, I made him flinch.

He didn't go into detail why, but I think I can probably understand.

Probably when he helped me stuff my clothes into the washing machine, when he was treating the wound in the toilet, when he was skillfully disposing of the dirty dishes by the sink... I had a momentary, "Ah, this guy and I are not in the same world. Ah", such a brief moment of sadness.

But luckily for Zhong Linyun, I went back to find him.

I ran into the alley and met him in the dark.

It was probably the encounter of two crows, everyone was in a dark panic, but they were squawking in surprise.

The colorful crow flapped its wings, trying to distribute some colors.

"Actually, I didn't plan to go to high school anymore, because I couldn't afford the tuition fees, because there is still a university after high school..."

Zhong Linyun confessed to me.

Although this road leads to the light, it is too long.

He didn't know when debt collectors would come to his door, and he didn't know if he could afford the expenses along the way.

But he saw me, coming out of the dance room, with heat and hope.

He listened to my plan with a smile in the alley, and the decision in his heart changed quietly.

"After we parted ways with you, I ran around the lake—the lake I brought you here today."

"This lake is quite big, and it rained that day!" I was taken aback.

"Yes, I was exhausted and paralyzed after running, so I found a bridge hole to rest."

When Zhong Linyun got up early in the morning, he found that the pier had been submerged, and half of his body was soaked in the water.

He climbed ashore from the river without paying attention, went to the electronic mall to buy a second-hand mobile phone with a calling card, and went to the big sale mall to pick up two cheap clothes.

Through small advertisements on telephone poles, 14-year-old Zhong Linyun found his first job in his life by virtue of his unflappable lying skills.

Afterwards, he walked into a small Internet cafe in the city, and in the last few days before the application deadline, he changed the blank application to a key high school in the city.

Zhong Linyun's story is very long, with a lot of information. When I returned to the rental house, I lay on the bed for a while, and was called out for dinner by Zhong Linyun. My mind was still ignorant and not very clear.

During the meal, Zhong Linyun asked me, do you believe me now?

What do you believe?

The nonsensical words left me at a loss for a moment.

Oh, trust me if he really likes me.

After I figured it out, I was speechless for a while, lowered my head to eat two mouthfuls of rice, and muttered "um".

I thought Zhong Linyun would say something else, but he didn't speak again.

With a heavy heart, I continued to cook rice.

It's really a strange liking. It doesn't ask for a response, and doesn't care whether it's two-way. It seems that as long as the person you like knows, that's the meaning of this kind of liking.

I put down the bowl and officially defined this kind of liking as Zhong Linyun's unique liking.

After lunch, Zhong Linyun was still washing the dishes. I hesitated in front of the half-closed broken wooden door in the kitchen, and walked in to stand beside him.

"Then what..." I thought about it, carefully grabbed the clothes on his side waist, and asked, "I said I like you before, but now you said that you like me too..."

"Yes." Zhong Linyun replied without stopping.

"Oh." I stared at the movements of his hands and asked myself for confirmation, "Then, are we dating now?"

After I finished speaking, I didn't dare to look at Zhong Linyun's expression, but my hand grabbed the clothes on his side to wrinkle.

After a few seconds like a century, Zhong Linyun finally let out a "huh".

I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time I was more entangled.

Although I have never been in love, I also know the process of love.

Confession, promise, together.

Very simple process.

But Zhong Linyun and I seemed to go very far.

I confessed, but Zhong Linyun refused.

Zhong Linyun confessed, I don't believe it.

I believed it, and cautiously asked if they were together.

very strange.

I think.

They clearly fulfilled the condition of being together in a saturated way, but for some reason there was no feeling of being together.

I struggled in my mind, and moved my hand consciously, poking Zhong Linyun's clothes hem and touching his side waist.

"Stop moving." Zhong Linyun said suddenly, "It's very itchy."

"Huh?" I didn't react, I put my hand on his waist and looked up blankly.

Zhong Linyun lowered his head and looked at me with a look of helplessness.

He put down the last bowl and rinsed the suds off his hands under the tap.

He grabbed my flailing wrist on his waist with one hand, put his hand on my chin, and lowered his head.

His fingers were cold, water dripped from his fingertips, and flowed down my neck all the way to my spine.

I received a dish soap smelling kiss.