Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 204

The lights are still on in the study downstairs, it should be that Dad Li is still reading in there.

In the living room, only the household emergency light was still on, Xie Yingan took Qingran's hand like a thief, the two of them unconsciously took their steps lightly.

Qingran has grown up so much, she has never done anything behind her parents' backs, and it will be a short distance from the living room to the door, and she feels her heart is about to jump out.

Xie Ying'an wasn't all that good either, under tension, he was sweating a little while holding Qingran's palm.

The two of them did not dare to change shoes in the living room, for fear that Dad Li would suddenly open the door and come out.

After changing her shoes outside the door, Qingran finally realized: But just going out to buy something to eat with Xie Yingan at night, why is she guilty?
Anyway, it's all out now, and it's no use tangling about these things now, the two of them leaned against the faucet outside the courtyard to wash their hands.

Before the water stains on his hands were dried, Xie Yingan led Qingran and walked towards the carport where he parked.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, the boy looked at her sideways, his dark eyes were actually a little brighter than the stars, he asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Qingran is not picky: "It's all fine."

Seeing Xie Ying'an pull out a brand new bicycle from under the shed, Qingran didn't recover for a long time.

She pointed at the bicycle in surprise: "Your? When did you buy it?"

Xie Ying'an pushed the bicycle, and walked out the door with her: "It's been a while, and it's been kept here, and I haven't ridden it."

Plan ahead.

Even he himself did not expect that the bicycle that had been left unused for so long was actually used the night before he was about to go home.

Qingran gently closed the courtyard door, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and followed Xie Yingan to the nearest night market.

The night breeze is cool, without the heat wave of the day.

The distance of the bicycle is limited, and the two of them are a little close. From time to time, there is a scent of shower gel on Xie Ying'an's body, which is Qingran's favorite smell.

The road was smooth and not bumpy at all. Qingran sat sideways on the back seat, holding tightly to the iron frame of the back seat. Looking at the road at night, she felt a sense of openness in her heart.

She has been busy studying every day for the past two years, and she hasn't gone out at night for a long time.

Just as she was thinking, there was a sudden sharp turn in front of her. Under the inertia, Qingran leaned forward, her face pressed against Xie Yingan's back, and even her hands grabbed the clothes on Xie Yingan's waist at some point.

The road became stable again, and a smiling teenager asked in front of him: "Are you all right?"

It's okay, it's okay, Qingran sat upright and looked at the back of Xie Ying'an's head, but she suspected that Xie Ying'an did it on purpose.

"I forgot to remind you just now," Xie Ying'an said again: "You should hurry up."

This time, I remembered the warm reminder.

Ah!What do you mean by holding tight and hugging your waist?

Just as Qingran was about to let go of Xie Yingan's clothes around Xie Ying'an's waist, the bicycle suddenly bumped violently up and down again. The hand she was about to let go not only did not let go, but also tightened.

"Speed ​​bumps, there are still many ahead." Xie Ying'an explained.

"Oh." Qingran grabbed Xie Ying'an tightly, not wanting to let go.

Sure enough, the bicycle was jolted violently again, the feeling of the bumps was so uncomfortable that Qingran couldn't sit still, perhaps because she was afraid of falling off the bike, in desperation, she unconsciously stretched out both hands to half embrace Xie Ying'an waist.

Xie Ying'an, who was riding a bicycle, glanced down, and the girl's hands came from behind...

He gave a low laugh, not concealing his joy at the moment, and slowed down a bit without Qingran noticing it.

It may be due to regular exercise. The boy's waist is very strong, like a hard stone. After all, Qingran didn't have the courage to feel it carefully. After the bumpy road passed, she let go of her hand.

Xie Ying'an looked at the smooth road ahead, with a faint sense of loss on his expression.

The night market is already lively at night, not to mention the excitement on weekends.

Xie Yingan parked his bicycle in a special parking place outside, and walked into the crowd with Qingran.

Just two steps away, he stretched out his hand to hold Qingran's hand again.

Qingran glanced at him, a little puzzled by his habit of holding hands every now and then.

Xie Ying'an's high-cold man set up why it collapsed into glass shards, and he couldn't put it together even if he couldn't fight it.

What about Xie Ying'an who has never been close to women in the book, who is pure-hearted and ascetic as a monk, and who is even indifferent to the heroine from beginning to end?
"There are so many people, I'm afraid we'll get separated." Seeing Qingran looking at him, Xie Ying'an explained seriously.

There are indeed many people in the night market, and Qingran doesn't mind, anyway, I've held hands so many times, this time is not too much, and this time is not much less.

There are many people in the night market, and there are many sellers.

Hungry Qingran couldn't wait a long time ago, she held Xie Ying'an's hand tightly behind her back, pulled him and squeezed into the crowd.

They stopped in front of a barbecue stall. The business of the barbecue stall was very good. The boss was sweating profusely flipping through the skewers in his hand, and he was distracted and handed them an empty plate. What to eat, choose by yourself~"

Qingran took a few strings of food and put them on an empty plate. She picked them out and turned to look at Xie Ying'an: "What do you want to eat?"

Xie Ying'an shook his head, lowered his voice slightly, "I'll look elsewhere later."

Qingran's eyes lit up, and he agreed very much: "Good!"

After getting the barbecue, Qingran and Xie Ying'an appeared in front of the shaved ice stand again.

In the summer, what could be more comforting than having a cool glass of shaved ice?
If there is, it is eating two cups of shaved ice.

Qingran chose a matcha flavor, and Xie Yingan chose a mango flavor.

The boss who bought the shaved ice was a middle-aged woman. 70.00% of women of this age are talkative and gossip, and this shaved ice boss is no exception.

She shoveled the ice nimbly, and took the time to look up at Qingran and Xie Ying'an several times, and then asked with a smile, "Are you brother and sister? You look so good-looking."

Xie Ying'an's face darkened, he frowned, and took a step closer to Qingran: "We are not brother and sister."

Qingran wanted to talk about talking to someone she didn't know, what was there to explain?It's up to her to misunderstand, but seeing Xie Ying'an's serious and serious face, she swallowed the words again.

Juvenile meaning is too obvious.

"Oh, it's a young couple~" The shaved ice boss stretched the ending, with an expression of 'I got it', and said in a low voice: "Tsk tsk! One looks better than the other, so it matches well!"

Qingran: "..."

Xie Ying'an's face looked better now, this time he didn't explain the misunderstanding of the shaved ice boss, took a glass of shaved ice with one hand and led Qingran to the next booth.

Thanks to Ying'an's blessing, Qingran was full at the night market after only visiting a few stalls.

She grabbed Xie Ying'an who wanted to go shopping again, and revealed her intention to go back.

Xie Ying'an handed Qingran the orange juice he just bought, and asked her, "Are you full?"

Qingran nodded, covered her lips and yawned: "I want to sleep."

At this point, you will always feel sleepy when you are full.

Xie Ying'an took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He knew that Qingran was not used to staying up late, so he decided to go back immediately.

The two walked out of the bustling night market, and Qingran followed Xie Ying'an on the road, and suddenly there was silence in his ears, and he felt a little nostalgic for the lively scene inside.

Xie Yingan pulled out the bicycle, and Qingran sat on the back seat with some trepidation.

The car had just ridden a certain distance, but she couldn't hold back and tugged on Xie Ying'an's clothes: "Can you choose a less bumpy road?"

Xie Ying'an was startled, and then said with a smile: "No!"

Qingran: "..."

So angry!

　When writing these two chapters, my aunt laughed all the time, and I found that I am still suitable for writing Xiaotianwen
　　
　
(End of this chapter)