Original Flavor and 30% Sweet - Chapter 17
Chapter 17
After Chen Zhuo left, Senbei collapsed on the bed.
He buried his face in the pillow for a long, long time, until he couldn’t breathe and his face turned red, and he held up his upper body.
His mind was full of Chen Zhuo’s words when he first came to her, “I thought it was the personification of this milk tea.”
As for what series of drinks and anthropomorphic authorizations she was discussing with her, she was completely confused, only knowing that she nodded and agreed.
Although she kept her eyes low, she could fill the man’s serious expression from the tone of his narration.
So, what does that sentence mean…
Why should the sketch she drew be described as an anthropomorphic drawing of her favorite milk tea…
Is that what she…Lenovo…
Should I just tease her? Tell a joke?
It must be like this…
Senbei pressed her back, turned over, facing the ceiling.
Her heart is not very good again. Since I met that person, her heart rate has not been normal.
I touched the phone and wanted to send Yuanyuan a message, consult her opinion, and clarify my state of mind.
But after clicking on the dialog box, the index finger stopped, the wrist was loosened, and the phone was thrown back to the pillow.
In fact, Xianbei was pretty sure that she really, really liked this unexpected guest who broke into her barren life.
This kind of ups and downs, anticipation, and fearful emotions, she also vaguely felt in her third year of high school.
The other party was a boy in the same class, with a small flat head, wheat-colored skin, and dazzling white teeth with a smile.
She was already a lone traveler in the class at that time, and this boy would pester her every night to send her home.
When doing exercises between classes and doing special sports, she looked back in the queue of girls in the front row. As a result, the boy didn’t turn around at all, his hands were acting in the same way, but his eyes looked at her. As soon as his sight hit, he smiled at her, and Xianbei was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes.
Senbei was reluctant at first, but a little bit of joy was born out of control in his heart, and finally someone was willing to be friends with her.
Some mood breaks, on the night when the male classmate confessed to her, the deer on his chest was also tossed all night.
Dimly, Xianbei seemed to have a good impression of him. He tirelessly pushed up the mountain bike every day, walked beside her, chattering and talking to her, even if he lowered his head and didn’t speak, she clearly touched those optimistic flowers.
It all ended in an evening.
As the sun sets, it seems normal, and the boy takes her to the gate of the community.
In the communication room, suddenly rushed out the familiar thin figure, grabbed the boy’s school uniform, and then went crazy and cursed.
Yes, her mother.
That day, many passers-by stopped and watched in amazement. Senbei stood in place, like being splashed by boiling water.
The next day, Xianbei was forced to change classes, and the former male classmate never appeared in front of her again.
A week later, a girl from the same class came to her and said that she had made her friend a grade joke and that she had to transfer school.
Since then, Senbei never dared to think of liking anyone.
To have a good impression of a member of the opposite **** is a disaster for her.
But what to do, the long-lost mood has gradually recovered in the past few days, like Araki sprouts.
She is very sure, that’s it, just like it.
Senbei put the corner of the bed on his face, crying without tears, and questioned himself:
Senbei, what’s wrong with you?
Why do you have to have such crooked thoughts when someone is nice to you.
Her landlord must also know.
That’s why I deliberately ridiculed the past through today’s painting and the cup of milk tea.
She can’t think so much anymore.
She wants to avoid her landlord.
Don’t cause him any trouble, after all…
I have to live under one roof for a long time.
——
So decided, Senbei returned to the hibernation state of the little hamster.
24 hours a day, at least 23 and a half hid in the room and rarely spoke to Chen Zhuo.
But recently, because of the customization of anthropomorphic paintings, Chen Zhuo came to her very frequently.
Every time she knocks on the door, she must bring a new flavored drink and let her taste it.
This is work, so Senbei can’t avoid it. He buried his head, said thank you, and took it with two small hands.
You can receive a watercolor painting the next day.
Xianbei’s paintings never let Chen Zhuo down.
It’s just… Chen Zhuo stared at the door of the second bedroom that had been tightly closed for a long time, as if four words could automatically appear on it-“Do not disturb”.
This little girl has become more and more closed in the past few days. When she first came here, she was willing to come out to eat with him anyway. Now it’s all takeaways.
He hurriedly ran to the door in small steps, took the bag, and then rushed back in small steps, treating him as invisible all the time.
Maybe… I almost forgot what he looked like.
When did it start?
The man began to think about this question, as if it was the morning when he first talked to her?
Did that suggestion scare her?
Maybe the little girl is really just practicing her hands at will, but he understands that way.
To her, it seemed that she was a bit Meng Lang, like a wretched uncle with a horrible heart.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo also laughed and regretted it, but he had already said what he said and couldn’t take it back. He couldn’t find the right time to explain and apologize to her and tell her not to care.
It’s just that, if you have a crush on this kind of love, the more depressed you are, the easier it is to eat yourself back.
Xianbei is tortured every day by “he must have found out that he is probably embarrassed, but I must be very upset to deal with me every day because of official business…” similar thoughts in his brain tortured to madness.
The chain reaction brought about by bad emotions is that the two consecutive weeks of “Strange Evil” serialized plots, all of which released themselves, resulting in a smog in the message area.
The editor Yuanyuan complained with tears and tears: Madam! What are you doing lately? Drinking milk tea near the water floor, sucking up your head and going crazy?
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One night, Senbei kept his eyes straight, facing the screen, holding a pressure-sensitive pen, and using mechanical movements to color the drawing.
Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.
Senbei looked back alertly, and there was a little light in his pupils.
There was nothing else outside the door, Chen Zhuo’s voice: “It’s me, are you asleep?”
Senbei shook his head twice into the air subconsciously, even though the person couldn’t see it at all.
I glanced at the computer screen, it was almost ten o’clock…
He has never come to her so late…
Is there something urgent?
Senbei hurriedly jumped off the chair, flipped on his slippers, ran to open the door.
She slowly pulled the handle from inside, expecting a lot of light to come in steeply. Senbei squinted in advance, and the whole person became more and more crouched-his usual defensive posture before contacting the outside world.
However, the man’s tall figure just covered her. However, Xianbei’s movements of shrinking hands and feet were not superfluous. There was something more scorching and corroding than the headlights in the living room.
Senbei could clearly feel it, and it fell on her hair, calmly, but very powerful.
Woo, her scalp is about to burn.
Explain your intentions!
What are you looking for?
Why are you still not talking?
How about a quick decision?
Senbei was extremely anxious, and could only sneak a glance at the parts she could touch with her peripheral light, guessing Chen Zhuo’s intentions.
Nothing in hand.
Body, home clothes.
The instep is slippers.
So, what is coming to her for?
In the next second when she screamed silently in her heart, the man had already spoken and asked straightforwardly: “Shall we talk for a while?”
What are you talking about?
Talk about things during this time?
Did he see any clues? I want to give her an answer and explanation.
This one!
Life and death cannot be admitted! Senbei could only shake his head violently.
“Don’t want to say it?” he asked again.
In the current situation, any question-style communication is persecution and pressure in Senbei’s view.
Can only nod, just want to escape back to the room. Five fingers tightened tightly, touching the sweat in his palm.
Chen Zhuo still gave her a gap: “For me, you nod or shake your head, is this okay?”
Okay, it’s much easier without talking, accepting this offer, Senbei nodded.
“We live in a house…”
nod.
“I haven’t finished this sentence yet.”
“…” Oh… nodded.
“It’s impossible to be completely like a stranger, you know?”
nod.
“If you have any opinion on me, you can directly mention it, or write it down if it is difficult to say. Write a small note to me as before.”
nod.
“Do you really have an opinion?” in a surprised tone.
Shaking his head, shook his head madly, like an enemy.
The man laughed: “No?”
Nodding his head twice.
“Really nothing, don’t be embarrassed.”
Still positive attitude.
“Hey…” The person above his head suddenly took a long breath: “It’s good to be able to tell.”
Senbei was startled suddenly. An understatement like that, but it hit her chest and forehead like a heavy hammer.
The ears were buzzing, and it took a long time for Senbei to come over.
It was also with this relief that she realized that her eyes were full of tears, her nose was sore, and her throat was even more stunned than ever.
Even opening your mouth, such a simple action, is powerless.
Senbei didn’t even dare to rub her eyes, for fear that a man would find her crying, because her chest was so urgent that she would feel cramped.
She couldn’t even look up at him, let alone be qualified to let him hear, hear all the crazy and desperate clamor in her heart, “I like you”.
A crystal of liquid dripped from Senbei’s low face.
She can only watch.
Sorry.
Blame me, blame me, I am too useless, others can convey you with a smile, but I can only let you fall to the ground.
From the past to the present, it has been the same, always betraying you, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.