Chapter 10

Lu Liao stopped.

At the beginning of September, the night is cool. Su Qingyuan stood at the corner, looking nervously at the crossroads - maybe she had never been home so late.

The wind blows up her soft hair, revealing her white neck. In the cool summer night, this graceful figure eclipses all the scenery nearby.

Lu Liao looked at her steadily.

He clenched his fist, walked over with long legs, took off his shirt, wrapped her little body: "waiting for me?"

He knew that she must have been frightened when he hit someone in a rage just now. She was afraid of him, and now she would not talk to him. So, he had no position to ask her to wait for him.

But he just wanted to tease her, even if only a little bit, to make her less wary.

Su Qingyuan shakes his shoulders in fright, takes a big step forward, and then looks back. Seeing him, she was relieved: "yes."

Lu Liao was in a trance for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrong.

He has not come out, Su Qingyuan has been standing at the door for a long time, now is really cold. His short sleeve shirt is big, even a little longer than her skirt, with a man's unique temperature. She was not polite to him. She held out her hand and raised the collar of her shirt. At the same time, she showed her little plastic bag.

Lu Liao lowered his head and saw "Ruiji pharmacy" written on the plastic bag.

That boy, I can't help beating him.

He snorted and strode to her home, but Yu Guang fell on her all the time. Seeing that she was struggling behind him, he took the initiative to slow down.

"Little brother." Su Qingyuan finally caught up with him, and his little white hand held him: "please wait a moment."

His shirt was given to her, and there was only a white vest in it, and her hand fell on his forearm without scruple. Mingming, in order to hold him, she used some strength, but he only felt that she was soft and glutinous, and even her fingertips were tender.

He stopped and said, "what's the matter?"

"I bought you this." She lowered her head, untied the bag of the pharmacy, and took out a small box of disinfectant swabs and a large box of band aids. "I just saw your hand cut."

Lu Liao stretched out his left index finger in surprise.

It's true that when he repaired the 288 that day, his hand was cut. He has always been thick, but he doesn't care much. He just flushes it with tap water. Just now, I pinched that smelly boy, and the wound cracked again. The blood was dry on his calluses, dirty and ugly.

He quickly stopped and snatched things from her: "thank you."

"Why don't you wrap it now?" Su Qingyuan is holding the plastic bag.

She knew that the man in front of her was wild and uninhibited. When she took the things back, she might not even be able to unpack them, so she threw them into the drawer. So she stubbornly refused to go: "wrap up and go back."

The little girl's face was serious, but Lu Liao couldn't resist her. He simply opened the cotton swab, wiped it on her hand, took out a band aid, bit it with his teeth, and tore the paper with his right hand.

His hands are too big to handle such a small thing.

Su Qingyuan stood on tiptoe and took the band aid from his mouth: "I'll get it for you."

She took out a new cotton swab and spread out the palm of his hand.

Lu Liao didn't want to be seen by her ugly hand and subconsciously wanted to pull it back.

Little girl but ferociously said: "don't move."

The milk is fierce, the milk is fierce.

Lu Liao's hand was stiff.

He laughed, "don't you think I'm dirty?"

"What's dirty?" She didn't know he was joking, so she gave a serious answer. She used a cotton swab with iodine to wipe off all the blood stains near his wound, and disinfected the wound with the other end.

Her hand is small and gentle, gently holding the cotton swab, like a poke in his heart.

It's itchy and painful.

The sterilized wound showed its original appearance. She tore open the band aid he had bitten and slowly pressed it on his wound with the lightest and lightest action.

A gust of wind blowing, rolling her body light fragrance, quiet and cool. But Lu Liao felt hot and dry all over.

He dropped his eyes, and the little girl was still bending her head to stick the wound to him. His eyes were full of concentration. Soft hair, full forehead, as if on his lips.

I want to kiss her, keep her in my arms and bully her.

But he's afraid. He's afraid of being hated by her.

Speechless, he took back his hand: "almost, go home."

"Well." She gave a low reply, holding the used swab and band aid package in her hand. She took back all the other things and put them in plastic bags.

Lu liaoding watched her movements.

Comfort is in the center of the city, the most prosperous area. In his spare time, he likes to invite Qiu Yu or monkey to drink or fight here.

But today, the little girl in the black skirt stood here, carefully helping him with the wound.As if everything in the world had lost its attraction to him.

"This..." In his trance, she took another thing out of the plastic bag: "here you are."

Lu Liao looked down, holding a pair of ordinary gloves in the soft palm of her hand.

"I think you deal with cars or machines every day? Your hands should be hurt a lot. This wound is very deep Does it hurt? " She raised her hand up a little: "here you are."

Lu Liao's throat was suddenly astringent.

He has been playing with these things since he was a few years old. When he was a child, he was not sensible. He often mixed the oil and blood on his hand in order to repair a small thing. He was very proud of the repair and took Lu Zonghua to see it. But Lu Zonghua was very angry. He hated the iron and beat him with crutches. He said, "how can the children of the Lu family do such low things?"?

But no one cares whether his hands hurt or not.

Lu Liao's hands were in his pockets, his muscles were open, and he looked invincible: "where did you buy it?"

"Across from the pharmacy, there's a 24-hour convenience store." Su Qingyuan pointed the direction to him seriously, then looked up at him with a small face. His eyes looked like a star falling: "be careful, put on gloves and work again. Don't get hurt again. "

Lu Liao looked at her for a long time, and then lazily said, "get used to it.".

His voice was light, just like his usual arrogance, but Su Qingyuan was sad to hear it.

She looked down at the gloves and sighed - maybe it was too hasty, maybe it was the wrong size, maybe She's a little pretentious, so he doesn't want it.

She put her gloves back in the plastic bag and stopped talking.

However, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed the plastic bag, tied it up and carried it in his hand, and continued to walk: "go home."

Su Qingyuan blinked and quickly followed.

A few steps away, there was a green motorcycle. Su Qingyuan is a person who doesn't know about cars. They all think that the curve of the car body is very nice. However, it was painted green with a cloth bag of the post office hanging on it. It looked very disobedient.

Su Qingyuan pursed his lips and asked him, "your car?"

"Well." The man didn't look at it and pulled her by: "if you wear too little, it will be cold when you take the car. I'll ride you back. "

At night, the city center is still busy. The delicate girl walks beside the rough man, forming a very sharp contrast. But there is a hazy sense of fit between them, which makes many people can't help but look at them more.

Su Qingyuan looked back at the lonely motorcycle and pinched the corner of his shirt: "little brother, do you want to work several jobs at the same time?"

"Well?" Lu Liao lowered his head, always sharp eyes, hidden in the subtle and unobservable tenderness.

"You have to send newspapers and repair cars. Are there many other things to do?"

Lu Liao suddenly felt that she was a little funny and gave another "Er".

Su Qingyuan took his words seriously. She let out a long breath: "life is hard But also pay attention to the body

Before crossing, her mother was just like this. After being abandoned by her husband, she made money from several divisions of labor for her to go to school. From childhood to adulthood, my mother never cried bitter and tired, and told her to eat more and grow up quickly. People can work when they grow up. Work is a relaxing and interesting thing.

Xiaoqingyuan believes it.

Until one day, when my mother took a bath, she opened the door of the bathroom.

Mother's thin back is covered with smelly plasters.

"Su Qingyuan." The man's voice brought her back to reality.

She looked up and said, "well?"

The man doesn't stick to trifles, and his speech is rough. But every time I read her name, the voice seems to be very gentle.

The man chuckled: "Why are you so stupid?"

Su Qingyuan was stunned. He pulled up the corner of his mouth and revealed two small dimples: "yes, I was afraid that I would not get along with others before I came to the bar

Knowing that the man didn't say it, she still expressed her emotion.

But because of her feelings, the man gave birth to several guilt: "sorry."

You shouldn't be so impulsive and hit people.

Su Qingyuan quickly waved his hand: "it's not like this. It's not your fault. You don't have to apologize. It's all Zheng Lei He's usually careless. I didn't expect it to be this kind of wine. "

Lu Liao snorted: "is that boy really not your boyfriend?"

Su Qingyuan knew that he was talking about Wang Zheng. "No, not really."

Lu Liao nodded to believe her. Silent, he squinted at her, eyes sharp, cold voice that day in the subway did not finish saying out: "dare to puppy love try."

He's threatening her very seriously. But she laughed, sweet and beautiful smile: "I know."

Soft endings, too good to speak.Lu Liao has an inch to advance: "also cannot take his car to go home."

That's his damn car.

Su Qingyuan was stunned, wondering how he knew Wang Zheng had a car.

But she didn't think much, just nodded: "OK."

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