Chapter 32： Thirty-second (1/2)

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Duan Shutong held the spoon and unconsciously stirred in the bowl, his head drooping, "That ... I don't really know her."

What are you saying? What does it mean not to know? Too ambiguous!

After spurning himself in his heart, Duan Shutong was ruthless and conceited: "I have done something immature before ..."

"I know." Xi Duan's expression was faint, and he couldn't see anger.

He really felt uncomfortable in the elevator. Now he has basically calmed down. He doesn't want to mention the past or the future.

Duan Shutong was inexplicably a little guilty. "Actually, I used to play with them before. I didn't spend time with them. They made it for others."

The secret joy came suddenly, and Xi Duan looked up at him, "Why explain to me?"

Duan Shutong opened his mouth, yes, why did he explain this to Xi Duan? Everyone is a man. Is it so important to have a girlfriend?

He stumbled: "You, you work wholeheartedly, I worry that the gap is too big to do ... friend."

"will not."

The man's deep eyes, under the orange (color) lights of the restaurant, showed a little tenderness for no reason.

Duan Shutong's heart skipped for half a beat, and suddenly stood up, a little flustered, "I've eaten and went for a walk."

Before he waited for the answer, he left the restaurant.

In September, the tiger gradually dissipated, adding a few ray of coolness at night. When I went to the restaurant to eat, I didn't wear a coat.

Stroking the chestnut on his arm, Duan Shutong chose the latter when he went back to get his coat or continue to walk.

There are many tall buildings in Haishi, and you can only glimpse the gradually dark clouds from the gap between the icy buildings.

Duan Shutong had no intention of dark clouds, he walked along the street aimlessly, pedestrians hurriedly, traffic rushed, this metropolis seemed to be breathless.

Unconsciously took out her mobile phone, Ms. Dong got him in the group: Almost Mid-Autumn Festival, will Tong Tong return this year?

Father Duan said directly: When Mid-Autumn Festival comes back, there is something to discuss.

Duan Sifu is still too busy to know where tonight, she is not in the group.

He turned on the calendar and found that Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day were on holiday together, and it was only a few days. It would be better to return to Yanshi for a reunion dinner.

Stopped at the door of a shop at random, he lowered his head and answered the news in the group. As soon as he finished sending, he heard a faint voice beside him, like rosemary under the night.

"Come a cigarette?" A slender white hand reached out.

Duan Shutong raised his head in confusion, the sky (color) was dull, and the neon flashed. The face of the man in front of him was drawn into the light and shadow of the five faces and six (colors).

It is a man with a pretty appearance, no femininity, and looks lazy.

"Thank you, don't smoke." Duan Shutong refused.

"Huh," the man smiled unconsciously, "I don't smoke either."

Duan Shutong: "..." Is this person talking to him?

Suddenly a cool breeze blew, and the humidity in the air became heavier. Duan Shutong looked up at the sky, wouldn't it be raining?

"Weather forecast, heavy rain for a while." The man was playing with a lighter at his fingertips, and the flames protruded and retracted, and they protruded again.

Duan Shutong was already confused. Hearing this voice was even more impatient, and was planning to return.

"Wait," the man stopped him, "know where this is?" He pointed to the forehead.

Duan Shutong followed his finger and meditated again, "Bar?"

"Looking at you with a heavy heart, have a drink together?" The beautiful man invited.

Duan Shutong was shocked in his heart, he finally felt something was wrong, a straight man wouldn't arbitrarily talk to a man on the street.

"Sorry." He shook his head and refused, turning to leave.

"I know you are the same as me." The man smiled. "Really don't try?"

Duan Shutong: "..." Although you look good, it's not my dish.

A face suddenly appeared in his mind, Duan Shutong could not help sighing, and finally admitted his thoughts completely.

Seeing Xi Duan from the first glance, he fell in love.

The rain came quickly and hurriedly, and slammed his head down, giving no time for preparation.

The cold raindrops hit the face and body, and the cold entered the body. Duan Shutong shuddered, and fled to the storefront under the eaves and walked along the eaves.

But the eaves of this road are only a few. He was still cast into a soup, and he could only speed up and run towards the hotel.

"Boom", he bumped his head into a man's arms, he covered his head with one hand, did not see clearly, only bowed his head and said: "I'm sorry sorry."

Just about to move sideways, he was caught by the wrist, the warmth of the palm, through the cold skin, instantly burned to the bottom of my heart.

"Hold." The black (color) umbrella handle was handed to him, and the man's voice was deep and familiar.

Duan Shutong raised his head subconsciously, staring at each other, but thinking again: he must be very embarrassed now, he must be very ugly.

Seeing that the youth didn't move, Xi Duan (强 qiang) forcibly pushed the umbrella handle into his hand, quickly (took off) his coat, put it on his shoulder, and took the umbrella back, "put on."

Duan Shutong bowed his head obediently, followed the man's footsteps, and walked to the hotel together.

The rain curtain outside the umbrella formed a curtain, and the world under the umbrella was close to each other, but far apart.

After a while, Duan Shutong asked dumbly, "How come you come?"

Xi Duan said lightly: "It's raining."

A burst of sourness suddenly hit the nasal cavity, Duan Shutong sneezed several times in a row, Xi Duan frowned, and tilted the umbrella more towards the youth.

Back to the hotel, Duan Shutong took a hot bath for the first time, but still felt a little chilly, his head was so dizzy, he was lying in the quilt, and was confused (sleeping Shui).

I do n’t know how long after that he heard someone calling himself, trying to open his eyes but could n’t open it, as if he was stuck by something, but he could n’t open his mouth when he wanted to speak, and his brain was too heavy to listen to the call, He frowned in a hurry.

"How is he?" Xi Duan looked at the (dead) bitter (colored) young man above (bed chuang) and asked the doctor.