An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

Chapter 33

Zhen Qingning wished that she was an ostrich and buried in a sandpit.

Or you can plunge into the pool now, be washed down the sewer into the Pacific Ocean, and never see anyone again.

Never see Qiu Nianming again.

My goodness.

This is too embarrassing.

Zhen Qingkun looked at the empty room, then turned to look at the kitchen, closed the door again, and pulled Qiu Nianming out: "Little Lemon is not in the room."

The door was closed, Qiu Nianming looked through the smaller and smaller gap, looked at the strawberry on the bed, and followed Zhen Qingkun to the living room with a smile.

Zhen Qingning dawdled and washed the grapes, cut mangoes and oranges, and refused to go out.

Mother Zhen reminded her in a low voice: "Don't make him wait too long. Go out and play with him."

I don't want to go!

Zhen Qingning roared in her heart, but her hands were still slow.

Mother Zhen snatched the knife, cut up the mango and orange in twos and twos, cut up another piece of apple, put it on the plate and handed it to Zhen Qingning: "Now you can't even cut fruit? You're getting lazy."

No... I don't really want to go.

Zhen Qingning looked at the fruit plate in despair, then at her mother who looked at her with a urging face, reluctantly took the fruit plate, and slowly moved it out.

Finally have to move out.

Zhen Qingning put the fruit plate on the table without even looking at Qiu Nianming: "Eat the fruit."

Qiu Nianming picked up a piece of mango, ate it in small bites, and helped Zhen Qingkun open the backgammon box, put the board back and started playing backgammon.

Zhen Qingning sat on the small sofa next to her, looked at Qiu Nianming from the corner of her eye, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't ask.

We are all adults, and we all know that we must have a sense of proportion, and we can't ask everything.

fart.

Zhen Qingning, who is not an adult, comforted herself on the one hand, but felt a little wronged on the other.

Aren't you curious?

You don't even ask a question?

Qiu Nianming didn't know if he really couldn't or he was giving way to Zhen Qingkun. He played four games and lost four games. Zhen Qingning could see that she could win several times, but she just put the chess pieces in other positions.

Zhen Qingning hesitated to speak.

Zhen Qingkun kept winning and was happy, wanting to play along with Qiu Nianming.

Zhen Qingning looked at Qiu Nianming's embarrassed face, and violently suppressed Zhen Qingkun who tried to continue playing: "Did you write your homework? Have you practiced the piano today? You are not allowed to play."

After Zhen Qingning said this sentence, Mother Zhen seemed to remember it, and came over and took Zhen Qingkun away: "Don't bother Little Lemon, let them talk, you go to do your homework."

In the kitchen, Dad was cutting something, and there was a sound of the knife falling on the chopping board. In Zhen Qingkun's room, his mother was talking to Zhen Qingkun about today's homework.

The fruit plate in front of him was almost eaten, only two oranges were left, and there was a small puddle of grape juice and scattered grape seeds on the ground where Zhen Qingkun was sitting just now.

Mother confirmed the homework that Zhen Qingkun was going to do today, and when she came out, she found Zhen Qingning and Qiu Nianming sitting on the sofa and not talking.

Bringing people back and not talking with them, is there such a master?

It's getting more and more impolite.

And just hang people in the living room like this.

Mother Zhen was a little dissatisfied, but she still smiled and said, "Zhen Qingning, you take Nianming to the room for a conversation? It's okay to read books and study. I'll call you when we have dinner."

Zhen Qingning also knew in her heart that she couldn't keep doing this.

Just ...

Anyway, extending the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife.

The big deal is that after being beaten up, they will never get in touch with each other...

Zhen Qingning took out a few pieces of paper to wipe off the juice on the floor, tidied up the table briefly, and let Qiu Nianming ask: "Oranges? Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat." Qiu Nianming shook his head.

Zhen Qingning didn't say anything, just stuffed the two oranges into her mouth, sent the fruit plate back to the kitchen, and washed her hands.He walked over while wiping the water on his hands with a paper towel: "Let's go, the room is a little messy, don't be disgusted."

Thinking of the pillow in her room, Qiu Nianming felt happy, so he smiled: "It's okay."

The room is still the same, the mess is still messy, the throw pillow is still there at the pillow.

Zhen Qingning pulled the clothes on the bed to the end of the bed, and patted the empty space: "Sit."

Qiu Nianming looked around and pulled out a chair from the desk: "I'll just sit here."

Qiu Nianming has always been particular about it, and he never sits on the bed in clothes he has worn outside.

But that's because Qiu Nianming has always been like this, her bed is always clean.

Zhen Qingning thought about her pajamas and the vest she wore to go shopping in the vegetable market. Even though she was a coward in her heart, she still patted the bed generously on the surface: "It's not that particular, just sit down."

Qiu Nianming is still hesitating.Zhen Qingning closed the window that she opened when she went out in the afternoon, picked up the remote control to turn on the air conditioner, and went to the drawer to find the electric mosquito coil and plug it in.

When he turned around, Qiu Nianming was already sitting on the bed, and hugged the strawberry unceremoniously.

He put his face on the green leaves of the strawberry, and looked at himself with a half-smile and a thoughtful expression.

Zhen Qingning froze for a moment.

This... how can this be good? !

Qiu Nianming found that she had turned around to see him, and tilted his head slightly with a smile, rubbing the pillow in his arms.

Still have to go.

Zhen Qingning was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, and she almost had to bend when walking.

Qiu Nianming was actually still thinking about who Zhen Qingkun said Zhen Qingning liked, or whether it was true or not.But this strawberry somehow gave her some inexplicable expectations.

This strawberry was given to Zhen Qingning by herself in the second month of the first year of high school.

At that time, I had just met Zhen Qingning for less than two months. I didn't know that Zhen Qingning's birthday was coming until the National Day holiday.

There was not enough time for her to carefully prepare another gift, so she bought a pillow directly at the boutique-it really wasn't a big intention.Later, she often regretted that she was a little perfunctory. She could choose to wait a few days and choose a better one for her seriously. .

Especially when I found out later that it might be the only gift I gave Zhen Qingning, I regretted it even more.

But it was such a gift that she thought was perfunctory, and Zhen Qingning just kept it.

The color of the strawberry is still bright, and it looks like a new one, which is obviously the result of the owner's careful care.

Zhen Qingning usually lives in school, and only sleeps at home three days a week, but it has been a year and a half, and there is still some smell of Zhen Qingning on the pillow.

It wasn't laundry detergent, it wasn't perfume, it was the smell of Zhen Qingning's body.It has a bit of milky fragrance and a little cold fragrance of peach blossom.

Qiu Nianming felt that he was a bit idiotic, even a little obscene, to the behavior of Zhen Qingning who put Zhen Qingning on the bed and sniffed the pillow over and over again.

But I just couldn't help it, I felt like I was cooking a pot of porridge, the rice grains were wrapped in boiling water, bubbling and bubbling, and the hot steam came to my face with aroma, making my body warm.

Why did Zhen Qingning leave it?

This is not the most expensive one she has received, nor is it the most thoughtful one she has received, nor will it even be her favorite.

As soon as I met Zhen Qingning in my freshman year of high school, I saw how accommodating the people around Zhen Qingning were.

My younger brother who is less than ten years old can pamper her and call her Little Lemon, and let her do everything. No matter how much I like, I will give her the first bite, and I will spend the money I have saved so hard for this age. My sister, who is twice as big, buys snacks.

Zhen Qingning is used to others being kind to her.

So pampered, so self-centered, so a little bit do not consider other people's feelings.

That year when Zhen Qingming celebrated her birthday, she was not the only one who brought pillows, there was also a boy who brought a teddy bear that was as tall as others, and there were lemons, frogs, unicorns, and little ones. Yellow people's...

Qiu Nianming looked around the room.

The room is big and things are messed up.

There are clothes on the bed, socks on the floor, scrolls on the sofa, and open books on the table.I don't know when I took the clothes and opened the cabinet. The sliding cabinet door was still open, and the clothes inside were neatly hung on the rod.

This room can be seen at a glance, except for this strawberry, there are no other dolls.

So maybe I can be sure, this strawberry is not the same for you.

Why is it different?

Because of me?

Zhen Qingning tried her best to keep her superficial calm, walked over pretending not to care, took a bottle of yogurt from the end of the bed, and handed it to Qiu Nianming.

Qiu Nianming looked at the bottle of yogurt and reached out to take it.

Zhen Qingning let go of the yogurt, but she didn't take her hand back, but stretched forward a little bit, trying to grab the strawberry in Qiu Nianming's arms.

Did not take it out.

Zhen Qingning pretended to be calm, held the strawberry, looked at Qiu Nianming: "Don't..."

Qiu Nianming squeezed the yogurt in his hand, a little funny.

One yogurt is exchanged for a pillow, and one item is exchanged for another item.

Qiu Nianming smiled half-smile, put the yogurt beside him, hugged the strawberry and got closer: "Why don't you give me a hug?"

no!but you……

Zhen Qingning's expression was stiff, and when she was still thinking about how to answer, Qiu Nianming stopped asking.She stepped back a little, suppressed the teasing in her eyes, and asked, "Why...you still keep it?"

"I……"

I haven't thought of a reason yet!How do I know why I keep it?What if I don't keep it?do i throw it away?

Once Qiu Nianming has no expression, he will look a little fierce, and it is still the same now.He didn't have any expression on his face, he stared straight at himself as if he was examining himself, as if he could interrupt himself in the next second and say, please be honest and trustworthy, don't lie, let alone talk nonsense.

In short, Zhen Qingning really lost the ability to talk nonsense under such eyes. She said to him in a word: "Can't you? You don't want me to keep it."

"It's as if you listen to whatever I say..." Qiu Nianming smiled sweetly, "So why did you put it outside?"

"Do you really want me to put it away?" Zhen Qingning asked back.

You will ask me what I think at this time.

Every time I ask, I have no confidence.

Qiu Nianming laughed: "But I'm asking you now, why did you put it outside?"

"I..." Zhen Qingning was blunt and strong: "I put everyone's belongings away, and change them every day. Today is just its turn, can't I?"

Row.

As long as you believe it yourself, I will too.

Qiu Nianming was about to say something.Zhen Qingning reached out her arm aggressively and opened her arm: "Since you don't seem to be very willing, I won't use it today."

Qiu Nianming watched Zhen Qingning pick up the strawberry, put it in the closet, shut the closet with a bang, then went to pull out a big box under the bed, and took out a white unicorn from it: "Hey, Hold this today."

Qiu Nianming's smile froze on his face: "Okay, let's go."

No matter how you listen, there is such a smell of gnashing of teeth.

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The author has something to say:

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Two days ago, I was discussing with my friends about my personal coolness, and my friend always felt that it was not cool enough, and asked: "Why doesn't she have a cool way to slap her in the face and go back?"

Me: "But it's a campus, there's not much room for development."

Friend: "Campus... yes! You can slap the second green tea girl in the face! As long as the second green tea girl..."

Me: "But my main character is green tea hahahahahahahaha"

Killing me.

But think about it, I also slapped another green tea in the face.It can be considered cool.

This book may not be very pleasant to write, but I will try my best to write a sweet one (no, they are already sweet. I try my best to write their sweetness).

That's it.Thanks for being here.

And, let's promote the pre-acquisition "I just want to uphold justice after dressing as a vicious female second"