Love you, never separate

Zhou Li reminded him that he Qing was a little embarrassed. He looked out of the window and closed his eyes. He scolded himself as a fool in his heart. Then he said with a guilty face: "forget... Forget..."

Zhou Li's eyes were still fixed on him. As if he had been seen through at a glance, he slowly pulled on the safety belt and was ready to buckle up under great pressure and shame.

His every movement is very difficult, even his arms are a little stiff.

Zhou Li saw he Qing's reaction and could guess what he Qing was thinking. He Qing's thought was so easy to guess. He couldn't help laughing silently.

He reached out to take over the half pulled seat belt buckle that he Qing was holding tightly in his hand. Then he let go. The seat belt lost its pull and bounced back directly.

"Ah, I didn't hold it." What he said seemed to be true, but his eyes were filled with a strong smile.

He Qing Lengleng nodded, "Oh" a, "it doesn't matter." As he spoke, he reached for his seat belt.

Zhou Li leaned to He Qing's direction and took the seat belt buckle from He Qing's hand again. This time, he got closer. His hot and humid breath just hit he Qing's face.

He Qing looks at Zhou Li's face in front of him. It seems that he can kiss Zhou Li if he leans forward gently. Although he hugs Zhou Li closer every night, he still can't help blushing and heartbeat in the face of this situation.

Zhou Li took all of He Qing's reactions in his eyes, and the smile in his eyes was even more serious. Instead of rushing to pull the seat belt, he decided to hold on to this action for a long time, until he Qing's face was no longer red, and then he withdrew.

With a click, the sound of buckle on the seat belt, Zhou Liman sat upright with a smile, and then tied the seat belt and let out his hair.

After that disturbing and exciting feeling of oppression disappeared, he Qingcai slightly breathed. Zhou Li was too close to him just now, and he couldn't bear it. If Zhou Li didn't retreat in time, he would probably hold his breath.

He looked sideways at Zhou Li, who was driving seriously in the driver's seat. This was the first time that he and Zhou Li had observed Zhou Li's side face so carefully since they were together again. The edges and corners of his side face seemed more distinct, giving people a sharp aesthetic feeling.

This is Zhou Li's first trip alone with him except for commuting. He doesn't even know where Zhou Li is going to take him.

Maybe the more unknown it is, the more expectant it is. Especially this is his first date with Zhou Li. He wants to leave a good memory.

He rubbed his mobile phone with his fingers and fixed his eyes on a small stone engraved with his name on Zhou Li's car. It was a small pendant he had given to Zhou Li.

At that time, he was still a freshman. There was a word shorthand competition held by the school. Originally, he just looked at this kind of activity casually and would not join in the fun.

But Zhou Li just gave him a name and pushed him to the competition.

He himself has an unusual talent in shorthand, so this kind of small competition is basically easy to get the first.

And the competition itself is not very big, so there are basically no prizes. It's just for participation and fun.

The prize is a small pendant, not a precious thing. It's a personal custom pendant, mainly a small stone, on which the recipient's name will be engraved. It can also be regarded as a souvenir.

He himself was angry that Zhou Li reported his name to him without his consent, not because of anything else, but because so many people were watching him, he was really uncomfortable.

After the game, he was angry with Zhou Li all the time. He stuffed the prize into Zhou Li's hand and went forward without saying a word.

In fact, at that time, he wanted Zhou Li to catch up with him. Many times, he was not very angry. Basically, as long as Zhou Li came over a little and said a few soft words to him, he would go on.

But generally speaking, Zhou Li's low EQ is still stuck in the idea that "he is angry, and it will be better when he is out of breath". Therefore, the cold war has been going on for a long time.

He Qing is a person who is not very active in looking for others. Basically, other people do not take the initiative to contact him. He will never look for others. Therefore, this cold war has lasted for several days.

However, it's strange that every time he Qing was sulky, Zhou Li would not take the initiative to talk to him, but he would always follow him silently. However, when he Qing left, he didn't see Zhou Li follow him.

Unexpectedly, this little pendant is still here in Zhou Li. It's well preserved by Zhou Li. He Qing's heart is full of mixed feelings for a moment. His past memories rush to his heart and almost devour his whole life.

He side head looked at Zhou Li, Zhou Li also seems to secretly look at him, his line of sight into Zhou Li's eyes, unexpectedly found a trace of love.

Looking at each other for only one second, Zhou Li slowly turned his head back, as if he had a very common look at him.

But he seemed to read a little flustered.

He looked at Zhou Li's side face, his eyes slowly moved to Zhou Li's slightly red ear tip, and he couldn't help squinting and hooking his lips.

He stared at Zhou Li for a while, then turned his eyes back to the small pendant hanging in front of him, and continued to be dazed.

In front of the red light, Zhou Li slowly stepped on the brake and slowly stopped the car behind the car in front of him.

Because of the inertia, the car tilted forward a little bit, and the originally flat and stable small pendant began to swing left and right.

He Qing's eyes, which were originally calm and waveless, contracted after seeing the pendant.

On the back of the small stone, the name of Zhou Li is engraved

"Hello, master. Can I trouble you one more thing?"

The shorthand competition specially invited a master of lettering. It's very professional. All kinds of tools are complete. Maybe all the money is spent on inviting masters.

Zhou Li stood in the same place and looked at He Qing's angry back. He took a step forward and wanted to catch up, but he stopped after he stepped out.

He looked at the small stone pendant with He Qing's name engraved in beautiful font lying quietly in the palm of his hand, and then turned to catch up with the engraver who had just finished carving and was packing up to go back.

The engraver is a man in his fifties. He has some deep wrinkles on his face and gray hair. He has a beard and wears a pair of open-ended retro long gown.

After hearing Zhou Li's voice, he turned around and looked at him, then helped the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose.