The weather in Lanshi is much better than in Jiangshi.

Spring is shining, and the pale golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground.

The misanthropy walked on Qingliu's side, the breeze blowing, and the tip of his nose could smell the faint aroma of his body.

Although they successfully came together, they felt a little awkward between the two of them.

After more than a week of cold war, the world-weary didn't understand what it was, although he had a bad personality, he himself knew it.

But he really doesn't remember when he messed with Qingliu.

For this reason, he also asked Jiang Tong specifically, and the response he got was.

"Pull it down, do you remember useful? You've messed with me hundreds of times, and you don't even have a count in your heart. ”

Misanthropy: "......"

It makes a lot of sense.

"Be careful."

Qingliu suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm and dragged him to his side.

The world-weary arm hit his chest, and he looked back for some unknown reason.

The swirling fountain sprayed water in the air, and where he had been, there was a large expanse of water on the ground.

If Qingliu hadn't dragged him over, he would have been a soup chicken by now.

Misanthropy: "Damn, who made the fountain, is there a lack of virtue?" ”

Qingliu looked at him a little helplessly, this person is really, he never looks for problems in himself, and blames others for everything.

"This is the sidewalk, there are so many people coming and going, just spray me, if it sprays the stream......"

The world-weary voice came to an abrupt end.

Qingliu was slightly stunned, and his eyes fell on his face in confusion.

He coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Nothing." ”

He looked at the clothes on Qingliu's body, and after taking off the team uniform jacket, he was wearing a snow-white T-shirt, which was sprinkled directly by the fountain.

Isn't that just the same as not wearing it?

Qingliu didn't say anything more, the sky in the evening was very beautiful, although the blue city was hotter than the river city, but the air was not hot and dry, and there was a humid temperature, and it was very comfortable to wipe the skin.

Qingliu asked softly, "What do you want to do now?" ”

The misanthropy was a little unintelligible, "What do you want to do?" ”

Qingliu said: "For example, eating, watching the scenery, playing ......"

Hearing this, the world-weary smiled and asked, "What do you usually do most?" ”

Qingliu lightly spit out two words, "Training." ”

"Poof, you go away, I'll ask you seriously."

"I'm serious."

His eyes were cold and his face was delicate.

In fact, he has been here for a week and has never come out to visit at all.

Of the clubs in the country, the pressure of mythology is the greatest.

SIS is a rising rookie, and Dream Feiyang has the world-weary warrior.

The myth has gradually declined from the original first, and LJ, who was originally in second place, has been kicked out of the top three.

Myth is particularly stressed, he is the C position of Myth, and he is also the captain of Myth.

The pressure is also on him alone.

Every training session was crucial, and at noon that day, he went to pick up the misanthropy without eating.

The little brute never came.

He waited until training time began, and they kept pushing themselves.

Qingliu thought about leaving, and finally pondered for a long time.

The little beast is very unreasonable, if he leaves, he should make trouble again.

As a result, I didn't expect that he was really unreasonable, and he would beat him up.

But his character is hopeless, he can never remember the harm that others have done him, and he doesn't want his relationship with him to be so stiff, so he can't help but come to him.

It's always yourself who gives in first.

The misanthropy touched his stomach and thought for a while, "Let's go eat, is there anything delicious nearby?" ”

Qingliu pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you like to eat fish?" ”

World-weary nodded, "Yes." ”

"There is a grilled fish nearby that makes ......"

He's not done yet.

The misanthropy interrupted him, "But I often get stuck in my throat when I eat fish, Liu'er, are you good at picking thorns?" ”

Qingliu pursed her thin lips and looked at him a little coldly.

Naturally, he knew what he was thinking about.

Qingliu said lightly, "Not in the field." ”

The world-weary said happily, "I'm good, then I'll help you choose." ”

Qingliu: "......"

What the hell is this little brute in his head?

He lowered his eyes to locate the restaurant on his phone. He asked slowly.

"Can you still get stuck?"

The misanthropy stretched out his paw and patted him on the shoulder, "Liu'er, let me tell you, macho men never pick thorns in the bowl, you don't know if you're not as fierce as me." ”

Qingliu looked at him like a critic.

The misanthropic sneered, "You still don't believe it? ”

Joke, in it, he simply can't attack anymore, okay?

Qingliu said perfunctorily, "Letter, you are the fiercest." ”

The misanthropy was happy.

When eating, he happily picked thorns for him, and put bowls of fish and meat in front of him.

Qingliu reached out and grabbed his arm, "That's enough, you don't have to give it to me anymore, you can eat it yourself." ”

The misanthropy raised his eyes, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

Qingliu nodded.

He asked softly, "Then you too...... Don't be angry, right? ”

Qingliu paused, his eyes flashed with a slight smile, "Don't be angry." ”

Misanthropy breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know why Qingliu was angry, he was done.

At least the two of them don't have to continue to be so embarrassed.

The world-weary didn't continue to help him pick it, and he starved to death and devoured it.

Qingliu supported his chin with one hand, he didn't eat much, and he didn't like to eat too much at night, and it was almost the same when he was half full.

So he looked at him quietly, "You didn't cause trouble today, and your personality has become well-behaved." ”

Shrewd?

Misanthropic heard him describe himself in this word, and almost didn't breathe.

He sighed and said, "If you ignore me for a week, how dare I cause trouble." ”

Qingliu suddenly remembered what he said a week ago.

I don't like boys, and I'm sick to death.

The originally mild brow color has cooled down again.

The misanthropic ate and found that he stopped talking.

He raised his eyes and glanced at it, and threw his chopsticks away in an instant.

"Brother, don't mess with me, why do you have such a face, I didn't do anything, I'll continue to pick fish bones for you, okay?"

Qingliu's indifferent eyes fell on his face, and the young man's flamboyant facial features were full of helplessness and a little worried.

He was quite happy that the little brute gradually began to care about him and worry about him.

He smiled lightly, a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "No, don't think about it." ”

The misanthropy looked at his face, which was gentle but still not very happy.

Some of them opened their eyes in confusion, and finally hung their heads helplessly.

After eating, the misanthropy wants to look around to see if there is anything fun.

It was the first time he came to the blue market, and he was fun-loving and curious about everything.

Qingliu replied to the coach on his phone and went back later.

Misanthropy turned his head and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" Do you have to be busy at night? ”

Qingliu shook his head and replied lightly, "It's okay." ”

The misanthropic nodded, pointing to the small colored lights that lit up not far away.

"Is that a park over there? Looks pretty, go over and take a look? ”

"Okay."