99th heartbeat

Chapter 119 Belongs to our old time [1]

After dinner.

Xiang Weixu, who didn't go to Sheng's house for two consecutive days, saw Xiang Bai being guarded by his mother in the room doing his homework and couldn't escape, Xiang Weixu went downstairs with nostalgia.

Thinking of what her parents said at the dining table, Xiang Weixu bit her lower lip, sneaked into her kitchen, found the leftover dumplings from the night, and put them in her pocket
It was getting dark at night, and the young Xiang Weixu had never gone out alone at night, let alone Xiang's family and Sheng's family were separated by the street.

Trotting all the way, Xiang Weixu carefully carried the dumplings in his pocket and ran towards Sheng's house.

This road, at night, alone, a young figure, full of joy to see the brother of the Sheng family, although the girl was afraid, she kept encouraging herself to go forward, walking this road that no one had ever traveled
When Xiang Weixu's figure appeared in front of Sheng Qing, Sheng Qing's slightly pale face froze for a moment, obviously a little surprised.

"Brother Shengqing" Xiang Weixu's face was a little rosy, and he was a little out of breath even when he spoke.

Sheng Qing was very obvious, his eyes paused slightly, he looked at the little man in front of him, and said softly, "Why are you here? Where's Xiang Bai?"

"My brother was caught doing homework by his mother." Xiang Weixu's voice was soft, his eyebrows were curved, and with short ear-length hair, he looked even petite and a little mischievous, "Brother Shengqing, I heard that Sheng Uncle and the others are on a business trip, so I just came to see you and accompany you."

Sheng Qing's surprise was still on his face, he looked at the little follower in front of him, "You came here alone?"

"Yeah. Brother Sheng Qing, can I go in and have a sit?" Xiang Weixu's cheeks flushed slightly.

Only then did Sheng Qing remember to get out of the way and let Xiang Weixu enter the door.

The Sheng family's living room is very large, but the lights are only a few small wall lamps, and the light looks a bit dim.

Sheng Qing poured two glasses of warm water, handed one to Xiang Weixu, and then leaned on the sofa, looking not in a good mood.

"Brother Shengqing, what's the matter with you?" Xiang Weixu looked at the person sitting opposite and asked.

Sheng Qing drank half a glass of water, and his voice was a bit nasal, "I'll call your brother and ask him to pick you up later. Xiang Wei. I mean, you. Don't come here alone. Don't come here at night. Too safe."

While Sheng Qing was talking, he was already dialing the landline in the living room.

"Brother Sheng Qing."

The elder brother of the Sheng family is good, but he is too difficult to get close to, too cold and talkative, which makes Xiang Weixu feel a little scared in his heart.

Seeing that he was going to send her away, as if he didn't want to get along with her, Xiang Weixu felt a little disappointed.

"Brother Shengqing, I'm here to bring you something." Xiang Weixu walked nervously towards Sheng Qing who was on the phone, carefully took out the dumplings in his pocket, and handed them to Sheng Qing.

Sheng Qing, who was on the phone, paused for a moment, then looked back and saw something in Sheng Weixu's palm, his eyes darkened for a moment.

"I'm afraid that Uncle Sheng and the others are not at home. You have nothing to eat, brother Sheng Qing. Tonight, my family eats shallot dumplings. My brother said that you like them too. I'll bring you dumplings. Eat, don't starve."

Xiang Weixu looked at Sheng Qing's expression while talking.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, his face had a deep expression that didn't match his age, and the dumpling in his hand was so cold that it made her flustered.
"Brother Shengqing. It's really delicious, you believe me. I didn't break it either. I carried it carefully along the way, and I didn't break it."

Xiang Weixu falters and haws an explanation, in the palm of his open hand are a few dumplings.

Sheng Qing was silent for about ten seconds, his eyes kept looking at the few dumplings in his little hands, and the indifference between his brows and eyes became softer little by little.
(End of this chapter)