How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The hot pot restaurant is full of voices.

There was a continuous sound of running water from the washstand in the bathroom. The garlic oil dish was bent over and the head was stuffed under the faucet to wash the hair.

Everyone who walked in and out of the bathroom felt weird, raised his eyes and glanced at them, and quickly looked away.

Churi small face was pale, standing anxiously and looking at the person in front of him.

Originally, five minutes ago, she even thought that she was about to die, and Xiaoming'er might be resting in this hotpot restaurant today, but she did not expect that this man's temper is much better than she thought, even if she put a plate full of oil Buckled his head.

At first, he thought he would press her head into the sesame paste next to her. She even prepared to hold her breath.

But the more the other party is like this, the more uneasy she feels and the more guilty she feels.

The sound of the whirling water echoed a little empty, and Hakuchi stood behind the man, looking at his wide back with low and low arcs, and his voice weakly reminded: "There is still a coriander in the left hair."

"..."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and turned his head to the side, letting the water flush the left temple: "Thank you."

Hakuchi shrunk his shoulders, and I feel thank you for it. I'm absolutely not grateful anyway.

The height of the sink is slightly lower for the man. He looked uncomfortable in the nest there. He looked at it for a while and hesitated to help him wash. He said again: "That..."

He heard it, paused, and raised his head with one hand on the table.

The hair was dripping wet with water, the face and neck were all covered with water droplets, and the collar of the black sweater was completely wet.

Long eyes are dark, thin lips slightly pursed, without looking back, looking at her expressionlessly through the huge mirror in front of him, waiting for the following.

The man's expression was not friendly and kind, and he had a great aura, as if he could bear it without losing his temper, as if he could peel her off with a look, and the staring person was so nervous that the scalp was numb.

Hakuchi swallowed his mouth and his eyes fell on the hand sanitizer placed on the marble countertop.

"I don't think it's flushed like this. Would you like to squeeze some hand sanitizer?" Hatsuri said tentatively.

The man seemed to be smirked by her: "Or do you go to the kitchen to get me a bottle of detergent?"

Hatsui looked at him in surprise: "Do you want it?" She straightened up and looked like he was going to get him soon.

"..."

He ignored her and reopened the faucet and hung his head.

The two of them washed their hair in the hot pot restaurant's restroom, and the other looked at each other to wash their hair.

No one spoke, it was a little embarrassing quiet.

Chuichi suddenly remembered a Japanese drama that he had seen before. The heroine was a monk. When he first met the heroine, the heroine put the ashes on the head of the hero who was doing things.

As a result, not only did the male host not kill her, she even took a fancy to her like this, running like a little wolf dog behind the female host every day.

I do not know how the female host later apologized, did she help the male host wash her hair in Lingtang?

At the beginning of the garden, I thought about it.

She leaned against the wall and walked away. Then she recovered and found that the man had raised his head and looked at her from the mirror.

He probably felt that the minced garlic and green onions on his head had been washed away, and he had no hope of washing the oil. He raised his hand and turned off the faucet, and suddenly said: "What do you want?"

Chuichi stood behind him, leaning against the wall and watching him.

The black sweater on the man's body is also dirty, and the oil stain on it looks a little deeper than the surrounding, OFF-WHITE LOGO.

I don't know if he can buy it now.

She didn't focus on what he said, and responded in a trance: "Well?"

The man stepped on his long legs and walked two steps closer. He lowered his head and looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "What you want can be said directly without having to be so troublesome."

Even in this embarrassing appearance, his face value has not been lowered. Under the warm light of the hot pot restaurant, the skin is still white that cannot be impregnated with a cold feeling. Deep, slightly raised eyes.

A bit like peach blossom eyes, and a bit like Danfeng eyes.

People obviously laughed, but it completely made people feel uncomfortable, frivolous and frivolous, with a little careless puff.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. Chuchi felt that as he approached, there was a fragrance of garlic in the air.

Not to mention, the dipping sauce in this hot pot restaurant is quite right.

After pursing her lips for a moment, she took out her phone and asked softly, "Can you give me your contact information?"

He tilted his lips, and his voice slowly "he", and reported a series of phone numbers.

The first gardener seriously pressed down one digit at a time and dialed it.

A bell rang in the man's pants pocket.

She hung up, raised her head, and was about to speak. The phone in her hand rang again. Lin Tong called and asked her where she had run.

For a moment, he couldn't tell clearly, while Hatsuri briefly explained two sentences while watching the man staring down at his clothes, frowning.

Guilt leaped to a critical value, Hang Zhi hung up the phone, looked at him with a greasy black sweater with a sad face, bit his lip, lifted his head, his expression was suddenly serious, and began to report himself: "I A big first advertises the first two classes,"

The little girl looked at him and said solemnly and seriously, "I'm really sorry for doing sorry for you today, don't worry, I will be responsible."

"..."

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Chuchi's idea was quite simple. People happily came to eat a hot pot. It was originally good, suddenly!There was an oil dish flying on his head.

Remembering the pretty young lady who chatted with him during the day, what if someone came to date?With a head in his head, the garlic went back and fell.

It's her responsibility to fly and blame. Chuichi feels that she is also paying for new clothes.

In order to reassure the other party that he would never be delinquent, he simply told him the phone name and everything.

However, the freshmen started military training the next day. It lasted for half a month. At the beginning, I didn’t have time to think about it. I was tired from morning to night. I didn’t want to lift my fingers. I started standing in the sun at seven in the morning and dried like salted fish. After drying the A side and B side.

And a week later, Lu Jiaheng almost forgot about it, until one day a group of people came back overnight and happened to pass by the playground to see the new military training.

"I can see the difference in the overall quality level of the players during the military training, especially after a week, the monsters and monsters are now in their original form, and the fairies are still fairies," Cheng Yikan said in half. Hand, pointing to the front of the military standing uniform on the playground. The girl with a variety of styles, looking forward, looked back to Lu Jiaheng, "This is the one you want from WeChat at school?"

Lu Jiaheng didn't sleep last night. At this time, his eyes were so awkward that he glanced perfunctoryly: "It seems like it."

Next to Lin Baiyang, he looked in the direction of Cheng Yi's fingers, and he couldn't bear it: "Lu Jiaheng, you're so fucking violent."

Cheng Yi looked sad: "I want to use my dog's life in bed for ten years in exchange for Aheng's hearty sister."

Lin Boyang: "I drafted Uncle Cheng Yi."

Cheng Yi was still pushing over there. Lu Jiaheng listened to his left ear and inadvertently swept the rows of green in front of his eyes, his eyes fixed.

A girl in military training uniform stood at the end of the line. The morning sun was scorching and a cloud passed. Everyone from her was shrouded in the shadows. Only she stood in the corner and was alone in the sun.

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes and stopped.

One week later, she was strangely not tanned. The wide military training clothes looked small and thin, her lips were pursed, her white and round ears were exposed outside the hat, and she was tanned red.

His hands were exposed, and his slender fingers laid softly on the seam of the trousers. The instructor saw it and slapped it with a slap: "Clamped! Did you eat?"

The instructor didn't start lightly, and the little girl's white and tender hands suddenly showed a light red mark.

Lu Jiaheng frowned.

Suddenly remembered, the girl seemed to have never sent him a punctuation mark after that day.

It's hard to get to his contact information, how can it be silent.

This is not the same as saying yes.

He turned his head and walked over in the shade, standing by the iron gate entrance of the playground, looking at her not far away.

The playground was full of freshmen and officers wearing military training uniforms. Occasionally, there were teachers. Lu Jiaheng appeared conspicuously abnormal when he stood at the door, and the rows of teams next to him all looked at him.

As if he didn't feel it, his eyes fell on the girl standing in the sun, leaning slightly, holding his knees with his hands, and lowering his height, trying to see her eyes hidden under the brim.

She was probably in a daze again, and it took a while before she finally came to see something.

She was stunned and blinked, her long eyelashes flickering in the shadow of the brim, and it was tickling.

Lu Jiaheng raised her lips, waiting for her reaction.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The girl wrinkled her nose and looked away, as if she hadn't seen him.

Lu Jiaheng:??

He raised his eyebrows, stood up in a hurry, leaned back on the iron net again, and curled his lips lazily.

It's like watching her stand still in a military position is also a particularly interesting thing.

At the beginning of September, the hair and clothes exposed on the outside were all hot. The first garden was stunned by the sun. There was no energy to pay attention to whether someone was watching her continuously.

After a while, the instructor finally shouted twice and took the team to the shade to rest.

Chuichi looked up in the direction of the playground entrance.

The garlic oil dish was still leaning against it, and the black hair seemed to be filtered and lightened in the sun.

Hatsuji now actually doesn't want to move at all, only to sit down and drink water for a while, but she still owes someone a four-digit sweater.

She dragged her head and walked slowly towards him, moving to him like a little plant that had been basked by the sun's moisture.

The little plant reached his chest, raised his head, and looked at him for a while with his eyes open.

She didn't know what his name was. She paused and yelled, "Student is good."

The throat is a little dumb, the lips are dry, the eyelashes are long and dense, and the deer eyes are black and white, clear and clean.

The white ear contour was reddish in the hot sun, and the thin blood seemed to be visible under the blood.

As if being guilty, Lu Jiaheng suddenly raised his hand without warning, slender fingers reached her ear, and gently touched her red auricle.

The thin, soft touch, ironing the cold fingertips with heat.