Chapter 270: 270: Will become a little bald

Lu Yuping nodded and turned off the TV in the living room: "The kitchen saves food for you. After eating, you can do your homework. After you finish eating, you will put the dishes in the sink. I will wash tomorrow. I am a little tired today. I will go to my room to sleep first. "
Jiang Lingzhi nodded, "I know my mother."
When Lu Yuping turned around to go upstairs, she stopped again: "By the way, don't forget to practice piano."
Jiang Lingzhi nodded again and said yes.
Lu Yuping didn't say much, and returned to the room soon.
Jiang Lingzhi also followed upstairs.
After returning to the room, Jiang Lingzhi put the schoolbag on the table, took out the phone and sent a message.
【I am home. 】
Li Shunan’s message came back soon: [Well, I’m home, take a break early]
Jiang Lingzhi held the phone, and replied a message: [I practiced piano again and fell asleep]
This time the news took a few seconds.
After waiting for a while, he sent a voice over.
Jiang Lingzhi stared at it for a while, then turned on the voice playback.
"Kids don't stay up late, stay up all night and lose their hair, they will become small bald heads."
His voice is low and magnetic, and it seems a little quiet in the night, bringing out a faint smile.
After two seconds, he made another voice.
"good night"
Jiang Lingzhi pursed his red lips, clicked on the voice, and listened to it several times.
Why at this time, it seems to be back to normal again.
Knowing that there was no reply, Jiang Ling put the phone on the bedside table.
She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling above her head.
So, is that a special day?
Does it have a special meaning to him?
Jiang Ling knew that after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason.
However, she could clearly feel it just now.
Since talking about that date, his mood has changed.
It seems that even the smile on the corners of the lips has become reluctant.
He doesn't seem to want to say so much.
Everyone has their own space, and Jiang Ling knows that he is also worried that he will be upset if he asks.
After all, everyone has their own space and may not be willing to talk to others.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ling knew that he picked up the phone again, and returned two words to him.
"good night."
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The next two days.
Jiang Lingzhi felt that Li Shunan seemed to be back to normal.
I still sleep in class every day, and I don’t seem to get enough sleep.
When I woke up occasionally, I was leaning against the wall and staring at her with that kind of indulgent and pampering eyes.
From time to time, teasing her a bit, taking advantage of her verbally.
I usually give her the topic, and it is very detailed.
It seems to be no different from before.
Regarding the day marked on the desk calendar, he didn't want to say, Jiang Ling knew that he didn't ask more.
I don't know if he pretends too well.
The utterly strange emotions are imperceptible.
Jiang Ling realized that it was gradually, so he let go, and didn't care too much.

It was Saturday in a blink of an eye.
Old street bar.
A special clean bar in the old town.
On the round stage in the middle of the bar, a girl with short hair is playing and singing.
There are several small boxes separated by partitions in the hall.
Even if you sit in a box, you can see the lobby.
Li Shunan sat on the sofa, bit a cigarette between his thin lips, half-squinted his peachy eyes, and played with a silver lighter between his well-knotted fingers.
The other three people gathered around to fight the landlord.
"Brother Nan, I heard that there is a situation, share it with buddies?"
Sun Yan squeezed a hand of cards in his hand and moved in his direction.