forbidden zone of love

Chapter 15

June 6th, Friday, is about to have summer vacation.

Zhou Hui took her to go shopping and bought a lot of cheap cosmetics.

In her words, she is going to grow up, and when the two of them go out on the street, others will think they are still high school students, without makeup or high heels, they still look like children.

For this reason, Zhou Hui even took her to a lecture on makeup. During the lecture, there was a brand of cosmetics on sale. She was so cruel that she also bought it.

Mo Xiaobei was dumbfounded.

Growing up, she thought she had grown up, but they still thought she was a child.

The trees next to the playground are shady, and the breeze blows, making it cool and refreshing.

In the distance, a group of boys were playing basketball enthusiastically. When the ball hit the ground, there was a muffled "bang bang" sound, which was transmitted through the ground to the palms, as if the enthusiasm was also transmitted.

I don't know which team scored the goal, and there was a burst of cheers.

Mo Xiaobei sat alone on the bench beside the playground, smiling quietly.In the curved eyebrows, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a secluded lake where stars pass by, misty and misty.

On the green grass, a pair of white sneakers suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

Looking up, the glare of the sun shone into his eyes, he slightly raised his hand to cover it, but when he saw that face, he smiled faintly: "Hi, Charlotte."

Charlotte was standing on the grass with the backlight, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her white t-shirt was soaked and stuck to her body, and her well-proportioned muscles were looming. He looked at her with the ball in his arms, and a boy behind him shouted loudly: "Charlotte, it has started--"

He turned around and threw the basketball to the boy handsomely, and waved his hand in the distance: "You play."

The few boys caught the ball while laughing, and someone said: "The guy who forgets his friends after seeing sex." Several people laughed.

Charlotte waved her hand indifferently, sat down next to her, wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned her head and asked, "Alone, where is Zhou Hui?"

"She went out with the people in the dormitory, and I heard that she was going to have a dinner."

Mo Xiaobei smiled.

Charlotte didn't smile, and there was some kind of emotional surge in his bright eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, then turned his head to look at her again, and said seriously: "Xiaobei, I hope that when you feel lonely in the future, the first The one that comes to mind will be me."

As he spoke, he patted his chest vigorously, his sweaty hair flying in the wind, and the sincerity in his eyes was hard to ignore: "I will be there whenever I am called."

Mo Xiaobei thought he was joking, but she couldn't laugh no matter what, she knew that she was moved by this sentence.

There was a boy who told her sincerely that he would be there when she felt lonely.

Whether he was serious or not, at that moment, she felt very warm.

Xie Xie just felt pale and weak, Mo Xiaobei pursed his lips, but couldn't find a suitable word to answer him.

"It's settled."

Charlotte stretched out her hand nervously and stopped in mid-air.

The hands with well-defined knuckles, although not generous, are full of enthusiasm and vitality.

She suddenly remembered that the hand that made her feel warm and seemed to give her strength when she had abdominal pain that night was so safe and reliable, like a big tree that could shelter from wind and rain.

Facing the palm, there was a "snap", crisp and loud.

"As you said, you are always on call." Mo Xiaobei almost mischievously repeated.

Her smile was calm and mischievous, and the bright sunshine behind her made him feel that no matter how bright those rays of sunshine were, they couldn't compare to her smile like this.

Just looking at it like that, he lost his mind.

At night, she never told Tianyu Yuchen about going home.

Holding the Garfield pillow, he rolled around on the bed irritably, and finally fell asleep without knowing how. He didn't come back that night.

Wake up early in the morning, the summer sun always rises very early, it is already bright around four or five o'clock, the air outside is fresh and fragrant, with a faint smell of earth.

The greening in the community is well done, with lush green everywhere and naturally fragrant flowers.

In the morning, I feel that everything is full of hope and everything is renewed.

Put on your sweatshirt and go for a run, sweating profusely, then stand on a high place and shout into the distance: "It's good to be home!"

The clear and high-pitched voice passed through the crowd, attracting the grandparents who got up to practice Tai Chi in the morning to watch for a while.

Mo Xiaobei felt that he was making a fuss, wiped his face with a towel and ran back excitedly.

Downstairs, a red sports car unexpectedly parked.

Beautiful red, in the early morning, there is a beautiful streamer, passing like a meteor, reflecting the red sun in the early morning, shining brightly.

You don't need to guess to know who it is. In this community, he is the only one who is so extravagant.

Going upstairs, the door has been opened, gently concealed, and the light of the morning sun is faintly reflected.

Feeling slightly nervous, he entered the room cautiously, and poked his probe into his room, no!
Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom, not in the study, where did they go?
I don't know why, but suddenly my heart beats hard.

She walked to her room in a daze, and through a small gap, she saw Tianyu Yuchen sitting on the head of her bed thoughtfully, her eyes seemed to be elsewhere, and she could only see the beautiful and cold side.

Just sat there motionless.

The black windbreaker was straight and steady, and the light outside the window shone on his sharp-edged outline. His originally deep eyebrows became more indifferent and unreal.

It seems to be making a choice, it seems to be struggling, and the brows are tangled together, like an inextricable knot.

They are only a few steps away, but they feel that they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

In the crack of the door, he stood up suddenly.

Mo Xiaobei was so startled that his heart jumped unconsciously, and he retreated to the door like a guilty conscience.

For some reason, the place in my heart felt faintly sour.

Taking a breath, he opened the door and entered the room when he heard faint footsteps. He was already standing by the window in the living room, with his back to her, and the soft morning light shone in, coating the slender silhouette with a layer of silver.

Unexplainably awkward and unnatural.

He had already turned his head and glanced at her coldly.

Today I wore a ponytail, revealing a white pointed chin, and a graceful swan-like neck. She was dressed in sportswear, with sweat still remaining on her face, and she was a little more enthusiastic and energetic than usual.

He only glanced at it, then quickly turned his head away.

Cold and decisive.

Mo Xiaobei didn't know whether he should greet him or whether he should just ignore him, but the him he saw just now was not... the same...

After standing in the living room in a daze for a long while, his cell phone rang.

He answered the phone indifferently, his voice was hoarse and low: "Hello? Xiao Li?"

Mo Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went into the kitchen, hungry.

His voice echoed faintly in the living room.

"Well... I'll go right away"

"Tonight?...Okay..."

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lips, it seemed that he really wanted to go home by himself.

There were footsteps in the living room. Looking up, he was just about to leave. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen with his deep eyes, hesitated slightly, and closed the door.

The deep eyes are like a bottomless sea, surging and surging, but they can't break through the embankment of reason, indifferent and deep.

The reluctance in his eyes finally turned into a meteor in the dark night, flew across quickly, and left behind the open and closed door without leaving a trace.

On the street, an old-fashioned song faintly floated, and it flew away at the fingertips holding the steering wheel, but it hit the heart softly and lingered for a long time.

(End of this chapter)