PUBG Online Romance of the Century

There is a milk tea shop near Lu Xiu and the school, but he doesn't really like sweets, so he doesn't know if the milk tea in it is good or not. Just that sentence, he just blurted out in a hurry.

However, seeing the long queue in front of the tea shop, I guess it would be difficult to drink milk tea.

Lu Xiuhe said, "Can you see the menu above? I want to drink something. I'll line up to buy it."

Zuo Yan wore a mask, his voice was relatively low, and now he was more stuffy: "Put together."

Maybe his voice recognition was too high. Several female classmates who had previously discussed what to drink suddenly stopped talking and turned around.

Lu Xiuhe hurried forward, and one turned around and blocked Zuo Yan, leaving them only a back view.

"You dress too clearly, I'm afraid of being recognized." He said.

Zuo Yan said: "No, I have worn it before and I haven't recognized it."

Lu Xiuhe wasn't convinced: "But your hair is showing."

The cap itself is not big enough, Zuo Zou touched the edge of the hat and felt the rubbing hair he had just picked out.

"Maybe it's not worn well." Zuo Yan turned naturally, "You help me back."

Lu Xiuhe was too lazy to take care of his hair before cutting his flat head. He hasn't touched the comb much since he lived for twenty years.

"I don't know how to ... mess up?"

Zuo Yan said: "No one sees the mess."

So Lu Xiuhe can only get started.

Although Zuo Yan's hair seemed to be hot and dyed many times, but still felt soft, he pressed it with his fingertips and carefully inserted it into his hat. He touched Zuo's neck several times during the process.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but Zuozhen did have a fever, and his temperature was not that scary.

After finishing the process, the queue just moved forward. Lu Xiuhe quickly withdrew his hand and turned around and said, "Okay. You have so many hairs, don't you take care of it?"

"Trouble," Zuo said, "but there is someone to take care of it."

"Yes, no wonder so soft ..."

Lu Xiu stopped talking after half a word.

He felt a sudden warmth on his head—Zuo Zuo raised his hand and rubbed it lightly on his little flat head.

He doesn't have much hair and can clearly feel the temperature in the palm of his opponent.

Zuo Yan said, "But I like your hair better." Lu Xiuhe's hair was a bit tied, but it didn't hurt, and felt inexplicably comfortable.

"..." Lu Xi stammered for a moment. "Then, then you cut a puppet. Anyway, you will not be ugly anyway."

He was on his back, so he could not see the bottom of Zuo Yan's eyes dimmed with his words.

"Okay," Zuo said, "I'll cut it when I have a chance later."

Feeling his head light, Lu Xiuhe sighed with relief.

Fuck, if the heartbeat can be reflected on the scalp, he can use the left palm of the hand as a drum head.

"I haven't tweeted ... I'm really worried."

This sentence came from the previous girls, which surprised Lu Xiuhe.

Zuo Xun was calm, and he looked at the top menu without turning.

"It's okay, even though Weibo didn't tweet, didn't the peerless that silly company send out any urgent notices."

"It's scary to have nothing to tell you. Look at the few lawyer letters you sent out before you died, all of them are trivial matters. And that lawyer letter is just a fart, not as good as the old lady typing the keyboard with both hands."

These girls are so good at talking.

Lu Xiuhe previously said on his Weibo that his school has a fan group of Zuo Yan, not all nonsense. They really have a school. The ex-girlfriend of the boss is in that fan group, but it ’s better to see it. He hit.

Since there are fans, it is even more difficult for them to recognize Zuo Zhe. So Lu Xiu and the line didn't dare to talk all the way, and he tried desperately to walk left and forward, and what Zuo asked, he just responded indifferently.

Finally it was their turn, and he stood aside, and said, "Do you think about it, what do you want to drink?"

Zuo Yan said: "Same as you."

Lu Xiuhe said: "I don't drink."

"Hello, both of you are visiting our restaurant for the first time." The checkout smiled. "Oryo cake milk tea is particularly delicious. It is a new product. Do you need to try it?"

Feeling Zuo Xuan's gaze, Lu Xiuhe nodded wildly: "Then ... two cups, thank you."

The seats in the shop were already bursting, and after buying milk tea, the two had to go out.

This time Zuo Xun was afraid that he really had to leave. Lu Xiuhe stared at the packaging bag on his hand and licked his lips: "Well, you have to dry your snail powder. I knew that there were so many people in the tea shop. I won't recommend it to you. "

Zuo Xun's face remained the same, and asked him, "Did you really recommend it to me because it was delicious?"

"..." Lu Xiu was right and wrong, "Of course."

"Then why don't you drink?"

Immediately, Lu Xiuhe took a look at the straw and took a hard breath.

Fuck, it's so **** sweet, he feels that he's been consuming the amount of sugar for a week.

"It's a bit sweet," he said. "Your company should ask you to manage your figure, don't you drink too much or you will lose weight."

Zuo Yan said: "I don't need to subtract."

When he was just in the industry, because he saw too many negative comments, something went wrong psychologically, and he almost collapsed with his body, not to mention losing weight, and even gaining weight in order to create an image. Fortunately, he adjusted quickly. By now, he has been able to deal with the entire network of blacks.

I don't know if it was the habit he had fallen down before. He hasn't eaten fat since then.

His weight had matured, and he knew what number he should set, without worrying about the owner.

Lu Xiuhe dare not drink any more. He put down the milk tea and pointed to the snail powder in the left hand's hand: "It must be cold, otherwise I will buy you another one."

Zuo Yan refused: "No."

Lu Xiuhe could only whisper lowly: "Then ... Is anyone here to pick you up? Would you like me to call you a car?"

Zuo Yan stared at him and said, "I'm not leaving yet."

"If you go back to the flour, it will dry. Find a place nearby. Eat it first."

Lu Xiuhe picked the most unpleasant restaurant near the school, with few customers. They sat in the corner, and nobody noticed it.

Zuo Xun pulled down the mask and took two mouthfuls of flour very naturally.

His frown was obviously frowning when drinking that cup of tea.

Lu Xiuhe was a little embarrassed: "Is it too sweet? If you don't want to drink, I'll buy you a bottle of mineral water?"

"It's sweeter." Zuo Yan pushed the milk tea in front of him. "You like it, I'll give it to you."

"..."

Seeing him not moving, Zuo Yan raised an eyebrow.

Lu Xiuhe could only pull that cup of milk tea firmly to himself. In the process, he accidentally touched the paper bag next to his elbow, and successfully attracted the left gaze.

"what is that."

"Ah, this." Lu Xiuhe then remembered what the female classmate had just given him, and he picked it up, "I don't know ..."

Inside the bag was another packing box, which looked very delicate. Lu Xiuhe put the box on the table and picked it up—

Inside lies a brown scarf. Although the weaving is ordinary, there is a small "l" on one corner of the scarf, which shows that the other is very attentive.

A postcard was lying under the scarf, and Lu Xiuhe could even smell the perfume on the card, just like the girl's heart, light and smelling good.

This time, the fool can see what it is.

Lu Xiuhe's actions froze instantly, and he dared not to open the postcard. Both of them remained silent for a while.

Lu Xiuhe hasn't met the girl before, but he hasn't met his favorite, so he is single so far.

In normal times, although he will not accept the other party's confession, but suddenly received the girl's offer, he will still be beautiful in his heart.

But this time it's different. The scarf is in the middle, like ... he cheated and was arrested for physical evidence.

I don't know if this metaphor is inappropriate, anyway, he was anxious and regretted at this moment.

"Well, this girl may have watched me catch a cold some time ago, so she gave me this, really ..." Lu Xiu paused, "moving classmates!"

Zuo Yan looked away and said, "Cover it."

Lu Xiu was busy and wanted to close, but another sentence came across.

"After all, it is a confession gift. It is not good to be splashed with snail oil for a while."

Lu Xiuhe said, "This girl and I are just taking the same elective course. I usually didn't say a few words. I don't even have a phone number ..."

"I know, don't explain it to me." Zuo Xuan interrupted him. He put down the chopsticks in his hands, raised his head, and smiled slightly. "Good, congratulations."

Lu Xiuhe Yiyi: "Congratulations to me?"

"Isn't it just right?" Zuojiao said. "That girl looks like your favorite type."

"..." Lu Xiuhe closed the box and put it back into the bag. "What type do I like?"

"You said it yourself, forgot it now?"

Lu Xiuhe remembered it for a long time before he remembered it. On the Internet before, Zuo Yan once asked what kind of girl he liked.

He said he likes being gentle, rational and stable.

But that **** thing is when he wants to soak left-handedness, he responds according to his left-handedness.

Before Zuo Xun, he had never liked anyone, how could he know what kind of person he would like in the future.

Zuo Zhe finished eating the powder, took a paper towel and wiped his mouth, and suddenly said, "After you're with her, you don't need to wear these shoes again."

"Otherwise, let her know that you are wearing the sneakers from the former subject, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Lu Xiuhe said, "I don't plan to be with her ..."

"There will always be people who will be together in the future, so I should tell you in advance."

Zuo Yan slowly closed the plastic bag. "Less swear words, girls don't like to listen to swear words. Don't always be so violent. Don't go online, all scammers are online, don't be scammed a second time. "

The more Lu Xiuhe heard, the more he felt wrong.

How did he feel ... Zuo Ye was saying goodbye to him?

"Left left ..."

A ringtone rang, and Lu Xiuhe subconsciously glanced at the left cell phone on the dining table, again the "assistant".

This time Zuo Yan did not hang up. He picked it up: "Well. I just had something and couldn't pick it up ... Well, it's over. You drive over, I'll wait for you at the place where I get off."

Lu Xiuhe was so lost that he didn't stand up until Zuo Yan hung up the phone and stood up.

"you are leaving?"

"Well," Zuo said, "goodbye."

Goodbye again.

Why did he hate the word so much?

Lu Xiuhe felt irritable and couldn't help keeping up with him: "There are many people in this neighborhood. Let me get you in the car."

Zuo Xun did not refuse.

After lunch time, there are actually not many people on the street. The two walked one after the other, all the way to an empty alley. Lu Xiuhe saw a car parked on the street on the other side of the alley, 80% It's here to pick up Zuo.

Lu Xiuhe tried to speak several times, but always thought of Zuo You's "let me go", so he could only hold his words.

He tried to slow down, but Zuo Zuo took a long leg and strode forward, leaving him no time to think.

Seeing that he was going to the end of the alley, Lu Xiuhe was holding the plastic bag, feeling the discomfort from the heart, and suddenly felt a little at a loss.

At this moment, Zuo Su suddenly stopped.

He was still carrying his back, and suddenly said, "That snail powder is not particularly delicious."

This topic is a bit abrupt, and Lu Xiuhe talked for a while before he should say: "Maybe it's been too long, it's cold ..."

"But it doesn't matter." Zuo Xun turned around, his brow lightened, his eyes were gentle, "I didn't come here to eat snail powder."

"..."

"I'm here to see you for the last time. I'm going back to Jincheng right away, and even if I come to Manyang again, I won't see you again."

"..." Lu Xiuhe felt his throat was bitter. He heard his voice dumb. "It's not impossible to see, I usually have a lot of time. If you come again ..."

"I don't want to see you, baby." Zuo Yan's voice was exhausted. "You should know."

The baby almost pierced through Lu Xiuhe's heart.

Zuo Yan once called him many babies on the Internet. After the two met, the word never appeared again.

He did not expect that he would hear these two words before farewell.

"I left you with unpleasant memories, I'm sorry," Zuo Yan said.

Lu Xiu and his sore straight hair: "No ... it's not good for me, it's because I left bad memories for you."

He couldn't tell what was wrong with him, anyway, it was because he was bad.

"No," Zuo said, "You told me before that the scenery in the school is beautiful. Although I didn't go in, I also looked at it from the outside.

"You are exactly what I like, I have no bad memories."

Lu Xiuhe really felt that she was crying this time.

He was punched last night by his third son without tears, but now his eyes are very hot.

Afraid that Zuo Xun found out, he quickly lowered his head.

Another bell rang and Zuo Zuo didn't answer. He said, "The assistant is urging me, I'm gone."

Lu Xiuhe gasped and nodded.

Zuo Yan raised his hand, and touched his little flat head again, and sighed inaudibly: "Goodbye."

Zuo Xun turned around and walked towards the end of the lane. Only then did Lu Xiuhe find out that the opponent was wearing almost the same shoes as him.

It's a couple.

His model is male, and the left model is female.

The largest size of women's shoes in this pair of shoes is also 43. As a group of former administrators of the left-handed support group, Lu Xiuhe knows that the left-handed size is 45.

This dress is also significantly smaller, and I don't know how Zuo Zhe was stuck.

This farewell is really ritual.

Will that shoe be thrown to the corner by the left foot after the shoes are gone?

After all, it doesn't fit well.

Lu Xiuhe's eyes were all mosaic with tears, and he could only hear the footsteps left by Zuo Zhe as he walked, and the ringing tone of the call that he had not turned off.

At the end of the bell, Lu Xiuhe had only one thought in his heart.

He didn't want to go left.

He suddenly raised his head and ran forward uncontrollably. His speed was astonishing. The rapid sound of running echoed in the alley.

Before Zuo Yan had time to look back, he was hugged by him.

The impact of such a big man hit him, but the impact was not to be underestimated, but Zuo Xun only took a few steps back later and stood firm.

"Zuo Xun." Lu Xiuhe didn't actually want to hug him, he just wanted to grab someone. He clasped Zuo Xing's jacket tightly with his hands, and the plastic bag was left in place by him. "I don't have bad memories either, really."

Zuo Xun was lost for a moment, and soon recovered as usual.

He patted the back of Lu Xiuhe's hand, then gently pulled his hand away: "Is that so? Good."

Seeing Zuo Xun taking another step, Lu Xiuhe was so anxious that he directly held his hand.

Zuo Yan turned his head and raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Zuo Xun, I don't like that girl, and I don't like gentle, rational, and stable girls," he said.

Zuo Mu silently said: "You don't have to tell me the type of girl you like."

Lu Xiu and shook his head, he said: "I just like you like that."

He lifted his shoulders, quickly wiped a tear, and stared up at the left side. "... There is no girl I like, and there is no type I like. I just like you."

The flames in Zuo Yan's eyes faintly ignited, and then quickly extinguished. He laughed and laughed a little at himself: "That's a pity, I'm not a girl."

"It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman--"

"But you said that you don't like men."

"I said ..."

"So what are you doing now?" Zuo Zhe's face fell away. He looked at Lu Xiuhe, and even his voice was a little cold. "Give me some verbal likes and let me stay. Continue to wait silly, until the day you like men? "

Lu Xiuhe was anxious: "No ..."

"--I can wait."

Lu Xiu hesitated.

Zuo Yan looked at him, his expression became pitiful and sad.

He said, "Lu Xiuhe, as long as you stay with me, I am willing to wait."

Lu Xiuhe's heart seemed to be pinched in his hands and it was very painful.

The man admired and sought after by millions on the stage, bowed his head in front of him, and put himself in the humblest place.

Fuck……

Why is he? Lu Xiuhe thought, what is good about him, and is it worth Zuo Xing to treat him like this?

Zuo Zhe was in pain, and he said, "I don't want to go, I don't want to go, and I'm not willing."

"As long as you give me a word and give me a little hope of perseverance, all right."

Lu Xiuhe was so distressed to hear.

This should not be the case.

The Zuo Zhe he likes should be hurt by the palm of his hand, and he should use the light stick to spell the road.

Zuo Zheng saw that he had been slow to respond, and the heart he had just brought up fell back again.

"Sorry, I'm out of shape." He wanted to put away his emotions and laugh, but even the smile was bitter. "So that hug, is that goodbye hug?"

"No," Lu Xiuhe said. "That hug, and this one, are not meant to say goodbye to you."

Zuo Yan asked: "Which ..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiuhe raised his hand and caught his left neck with his arm.

He pulled down the mask on his left side and kissed awkwardly and eagerly.

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