Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The tall man staggered and fell to the ground in two steps. The red roses in his hand were scattered all over the ground and sprinkled into the snow.The people around were startled by their movements, and looked over curiously.

"Wen Xiaoyu, don't fight." He Xiran held his arm nervously, "Let's go quickly and ignore him."

The big tall man didn't bring any helper today, so he lay on the ground in a daze for a long time.Wen Xiaoyu looked at him solemnly, and asked in a cold voice: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Are you fucking sick?!" The tall man stood up holding his nose, took two steps forward, and stood face to face with him and said, "It's none of your business for me to confess my love to He Xiran? It's not to you! "

Wen Xiaoyu raised his hand and continued to beat him.He Xiran wanted to stop him but didn't dare to, fearing that he would be beaten instead if he interfered with him, he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Hey - what's going on?"

Officer Xu, who was patrolling the street, squeezed over from the crowd, glanced at them, stretched out his hand, pushed the tall man back a few steps, and reprimanded:

"Cheng Jun, I didn't tell you not to let me find out that you caused trouble again! You really want to go back and squat with me during this big festival!"

"Officer Xu, it's really not me who caused the trouble this time!" The tall man pointed at Wen Xiaoyu and said, "It was he who did it. Ask other people, I didn't do it at all..."

"I believe you are a ghost!" Officer Xu interrupted him, "Do you want to go with me or go by yourself?"

Cheng Jun stared at Wen Xiaoyu bitterly, took two steps back, turned and ran out of the crowd.

"It's all gone, let's celebrate your festival happily." Officer Xu waved away the crowd, pointed at Wen Xiaoyu warningly, and went on patrol.

He Xiran breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Wen Xiaoyu, and dragged him across the ground full of roses into the cinema building.

The elevator was full of people, and the two were huddled in a corner, Wen Xiaoyu's face was still grim.

While the others were discussing the movie with great interest, He Xiran secretly put his arms around his waist and whispered, "Don't be unhappy."

Wen Xiaoyu looked down at those cautious eyes, sighed and asked, "Has he looked for you again since that time?"

"No." He Xiran shook his head and said, "I'm with you every day, you know that."

He bit his lower lip, as if thinking of something, his eyes were a little flustered.

"Really?" Wen Xiaoyu pressed his hand on his back, staring at him and asked.

"He...he got my phone number from somewhere and contacted me, but I blocked him a long time ago." He Xiran said, "There is nothing else."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wen Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes.

"It was a long time ago. I hung up the phone and blocked it. I forgot about it." He Xiran explained.

"Tell me everything in the future, you know?" Wen Xiaoyu's voice was deep.

"En." He Xiran nodded vigorously, "You know everything about me, and only you know, I have nothing to hide from you."

This person is too good at acting, and he only picks words that make people feel soft. For the first time, Wen Xiaoyu felt that he was a bit overwhelmed.

He lowered his head slightly and kissed He Xiran's hair.Seeing him obediently wearing cat ears, his face gradually cleared up.

The movie theater was crowded with people, and they met many familiar classmates, and even had the same show as the performance team who watched the movie together.

"I would have bought two more movie tickets if I knew it earlier." Lin Ningxin said, "We can watch it together, it's so crowded."

"We've already booked the tickets, and we even got the best seat in the middle." He Xiran said stinky.

"That's it." Lin Ningxin smiled, "By the way, Wen Xiaoyu, we have a performance in the theater tomorrow, do you want to come over and take pictures? I heard that your agency has such a shooting job."

Before Wen Xiaoyu could refuse, He Xiran pinched her hard on the back.It's really dark to start, Wen Xiaoyu thought, that soft little kitten look just now is a lie.

He turned his back and grabbed He Xiran's hand, and said to Lin Ningxin, "Thank you, but I have other arrangements for tomorrow."

Lin Ningxin swept over their hands, his eyes darkened for a moment, and then he raised his eyes to reveal a knowing smile.

Entering the theater, He Xiran sat triumphantly in the middle seat, looked around and was dumbfounded, and covered his face with his hands in great annoyance.

"What are you doing with a sad face?" Wen Xiaoyu sneered, "Isn't this the seat you specially 'robbed' for? Get up."

The seat that He Xiran booked was really good, and it belonged to the best viewing angle in the audience.It's just that if the two want to do some tricks secretly, they can see it clearly in all directions.

"I...I'm inexperienced." He Xiran said blushingly, "I just came to watch the movie, why can't I grab a good seat."

"Okay." Wen Xiaoyu put down the armrest between the two of them, "Stop squeezing my way and watch your movie well."

"Wen Xiaoyu!" He Xiran raised the armrest in shame and annoyance, her right leg was tightly pressed against his left leg, and she looked at him arrogantly.

Wen Xiaoyu sighed ten times in his heart, said "idiot", and then pulled his hand over and clasped it in the palm of his hand.

He Xiran chose a light romantic comedy, although it was relatively clichéd, it was fresh and interesting.Wen Xiaoyu would never watch this type of film before, but this time he watched it with great interest, and secretly sighed that he was not immune.

In the darkness, the people around him came closer inch by inch, and finally leaned their furry heads on his shoulders.There was a sweet smell of popcorn in the air, he thought, there is nothing wrong with being vulgar.

After the movie ended, neither of them mentioned about taking a taxi, and they just walked in the direction of home tacitly.

There were a lot of people on the street, and the two walked side by side in the snow, their hands hanging by their sides touching each other from time to time.

In the beginning, it happened once by chance, but later it became more and more frequent. When the cold hand came over, it would still hook his fingers.

Wen Xiaoyu remained calm, wanting to see what kind of monster this man could do.

Seeing that he didn't respond, He Xiran's movements became bigger and bigger, and in the end it almost turned into slapping him.

"Hiss... don't want this little black hand." Wen Xiaoyu cursed, grabbed her hand and stuffed it into her pocket together.

He Xiran immediately clasped his fingers with him, and hummed comfortably: "It's not black, it's white."

Wen Xiaoyu glanced at him with a smile, it was indeed quite white.During this period of time, he has lost the paleness before, and his face has a pearly color, which is more delicate and whiter than the snow on the ground.

The two eyes are also shining, and the whole face looks radiant, making people feel very comfortable looking at it.

The fingers in the pocket are constantly playing tricks, pinching here and scratching there all the time.Wen Xiaoyu was so itchy that his heart was burning, and he couldn't help but clicked his tongue and asked him: "Are you tired?"

"Tired!" He Xiran seemed to be waiting for his words, and replied immediately.

"Then go take a taxi. There are few people here, so it should be easy to take a taxi." Wen Xiaoyu touched his phone as he spoke.

"Don't take a taxi!" He Xiran pressed his hand unreasonably, frowning and playing with him as a young master, "I want you to carry me away."

Wen Xiaoyu had already guessed his purpose, but still deliberately teased him: "It's ugly, I don't carry ugly monsters."

"You hate it!" He Xiran pushed him angrily, and walked forward sullenly.

Wen Xiaoyu chased after him in two steps, bent over suddenly, picked him up, and bumped him up twice.

"Ah!" He Xiran let out a low cry, and slapped him on the shoulder in shock, "Wen Xiaoyu! Why are you always such a bastard!"

"If you hit me again, I'll throw you away." Wen Xiaoyu carried him steadily on his back, and made a gesture of shaking.

"The ground is covered with snow, so slippery!" He Xiran yelled again, hugged his neck tightly, and bit his ear.

"Fuck!" Wen Xiaoyu took a breath, "He Xiran, can you tell me something!"

"Then of course I have to take revenge when you can't beat me." He Xiran chuckled in his ear twice, and stuffed his ice-like hands into his collar.

Wen Xiaoyu swallowed the cursing words forcefully, gritted her teeth and pinched his leg.He Xiran let out an "um" in a twisted tone, and the wet breath sprayed in his ears.

Both of them became quiet at once, the noise of Christmas Eve getting farther and farther away, only the sound of footsteps in the snow and the unsteady breathing of both of them in the air.

After a long time, He Xiran's warm fingers touched his collarbone, and then stopped on the scar on his shoulder.

The bitten wound has healed, and new bumpy flesh has grown, which feels a bit rough to the touch.

"Wen Xiaoyu, don't fight in the future." He Xiran said softly, "I will be afraid."

Wen Xiaoyu asked him up, and agreed: "Okay, I won't fight anymore."

Then, he felt a warm kiss fall on his cheek, and it was easy to part.

Even if the footsteps cannot be slower, the door of the house is close at hand.Wen Xiaoyu asked, "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

"I don't know, I just want to stay with you." He Xiran said in a low voice.

"Then I'll take you to breakfast tomorrow. Let's go to the amusement park in the morning and have a buffet at noon." Wen Xiaoyu thought for a while, and continued, "Go shopping and drink milk tea in the afternoon, eat lobster in the evening, and watch another show. lined up movies."

He felt that he had hollowed out his thoughts for two lifetimes, and asked for instructions: "Is this arrangement okay?"

He Xiran didn't reply for a long time, and Wen Xiaoyu didn't urge him, and continued walking slowly behind his back.

Perhaps because of the festival, the lights of every household are brightly lit.In this silence, all the excitement has nothing to do with them, only each other's body temperature belongs to them.

"Wen Xiaoyu, you have to do what you say, don't lie to me." He Xiran finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Okay, I will do what I say, and I won't lie to you." Wen Xiaoyu put him down a few steps away from the door.

As soon as he stood on the ground, he hugged Wen Xiaoyu and buried his face in his neck.

Wen Xiaoyu felt a little wet, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and asked with a smile: "Why are you crying again? Little crying bag."

"I didn't cry." He Xiran said nasally.

"Well, I didn't cry." Wen Xiaoyu shook his arms gently, echoing his lie casually.

As time passed, it was very cold in the alley, and no one asked to go home.

Until a familiar door opening broke the tranquility.

Wen Xiaoyu subconsciously hid He Xiran behind her back, realized that it was the voice from her own house, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at the next moment, Wen Muchen's clear but angry voice sounded from inside the door: "Get out!"

Wen Xiaoyu frowned, exchanged glances with He Xiran, and walked quickly together.