Chapter 40: Forty yuan

Apple finally has two left.
Hatsuji did not sell it, folded the blank paper with the price, and put it back in the down jacket pocket.
Lu Jiaheng answered the phone when she was ignoring things.
Chuchi was absent-minded, not paying attention to what he said there, holding a stack of money in one hand, holding two apples in his arms, bowing his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
She wanted to wait for him to finish the call, say thank you, and give him the money.
And it seems that he hasn't told him about Christmas Eve.
Chuichi flipped out his phone slowly and looked at the time, at 8:30 in the evening.
Lu Jiaheng just hung up the phone and came over.
Chuchi was like a little tortoise, her small face all shrunk in her scarf, only her eyes were exposed, and she was still drooping, making people unable to see the emotion inside.
Lu Jiaheng put the phone back in his pocket and raised his hand to help her drag the scarf up: "Is it cold?"
He was careful in his movements, slowly pulling the edge, pulling the soft scarf down and covering her red nose.
I don't know what pleasure is coming to him, Lu Jiaheng suddenly chuckled without warning, squeezed the scarf and continued up, until her eyes were covered.
At the beginning, Zhi Zhi murmured, raised his head, and his face was surrounded by a scarf.
With something in her hand and two apples in her arms, she couldn't help it, and she dangled her head and tried to throw the scarf down with his hand.
His light-gray wool scarf was put under the buttocks for the first time, and he was definitely unable to wear it all night. At this time, she was being caught in her hand.
Chuchi shook his head for a while, and found that the man seemed to be more amused as if he had found fun. He dragged a scarf to play with her, and blocked her eyes.
The scarf covered the light, and the eyes were dark. After a few moments of silence, he frowned: "Lu Jiaheng, you are not naive."
Lu Jiaheng made an "Oh" sound and stopped for a few seconds before slowly pulling down her scarf.
He was wearing a black down jacket, with a crisp fabric and no buttons, and he was open, revealing the light sweater inside.
Chuichi always felt that boys look better in sweaters than shirts.
She always feels that boys like sweaters are more difficult to wear than shirts.
This kind of feeling usually reaches its peak when Lu Jiaheng is seen.
He really looks good in a sweater.
He didn't wear a scarf. He looked up at his slender neck. There was a small throat knot protruding there, and then there was a pointed jaw, a beautifully shaped angular jaw, and a thin curved lip.
Chuichi suddenly turned around and hurriedly lowered his head, not knowing why, and suddenly dared not look up again.
She pinched the wad of money, handed him, and handed him an apple.
"These are for you first," she whispered.
Lu Jiaheng missed it.
Chuichi thought about it for a while, and his heart was clear.
He bought an apple he bought for thirty dollars, and was sold by her for five dollars.
He lost a lot of money.
Chuchi was definitely not very happy about landing Jiaheng, and thought he probably wouldn't pick it up. He stuffed another apple into a cloth bag and slung it on his arm, leaving a hand free, even without bending Waist, grabbed his wrist and pulled over.
Lu Jiaheng let her pull, her hand spread out obediently, palm up.
Chuichi put the crumpled change in his hand, pressing the snake fruit on it.
The red to purple snake fruit is the last thing left, and the shape is not so good-looking. It is slightly crooked, and it barely stands firm in his palm.
The little girl's gloves had been taken off, and his small white hands held his wrists. He stayed outdoors for too long. His fingers were cold, but he seemed to burn his skin with ironing.
She gave him both the apple and the money, coaxed the child patiently, and the voice was soft and soft, like chocolate syrup: "Oh, don’t be unhappy, I will also give you the rest of the money- —

Her word """ just landed.
Another empty arm of the person in front of him suddenly stretched out, and her slender hand clasped her back, pressing slightly with force.
Chuichi staggered forward two steps without warning, and his forehead hit his chest.
The material of his sweater is soft, with his body temperature, mixed with the smell of clean laundry liquid, and a little familiar with his taste.
The taste is extremely recognizable, unique and cold, and it matches and does not match his temperament.
Hatsuri slightly widened his eyes, motionless.
He has been too good in recent times.
Obediently, Hakuchi even forgot his aggressiveness.
She didn't earn anything, and lay quietly on his chest, feeling the slight ups and downs of his chest as he breathed, feeling the soft pressure from his hand clasped behind her head, blinked, and said softly: " What are you doing?"
At the beginning, this sentence said to him many times.
Angry, ashamed, confused, puzzled.
Chuichi felt this time, it seemed that there was something different.
Lu Jiaheng moved tightly.
His voice hung over her head, dumb, and a little cautiously tight: "I'm sorry, I'll hug, don't move, just a minute."
At first, he licked his lips.
Her head moved slightly, and she passed a little, her eyes were finally dark, and the light of the street lamp penetrated a little through the gap.
The first empty hand lifted slightly, hanging half behind his back, biting his lip, and finally fell.
Only the fingertips lightly brushed the material of his down jacket, like feathers, so lightly imperceptible.
She sighed in frustration, lowered her head, and sullenly said, "You are a rogue."
"Sorry."
Chuichi was even more depressed: "Do you just say sorry today?"
Lu Jiaheng exhaled for a long time: "I'm afraid to scare you, I'm afraid you ran away, and I'm desperately trying to restrain myself," he said in a low voice, and his voice was very slow, a little helpless, "So don't keep treating me It’s more difficult for me to do it manually."
Chuchi remembered that his other hand was still grasped by her.
A stack of loose change and a snake fruit in the palm of hand are between them, the only distance between them.
Hakuchi blushed, grabbed her hand and retracted it like lightning, his heart pounding, louder than loudly.
She blushed with blood, thankfully her head was pressed into his arms at this time, and moved gently, her voice whispered softly, "Who will run..."
As soon as she spoke, Lu Jiaheng loosened her hand, and the man stepped back two steps and let her go.
Hatsui was panicked, Hatsushi was confused, and Hatsuki felt that he had heard, but he was not yet mentally prepared.
She raised her head, her eyes dodged, and she looked at him nervously with a red face.
Lu Jiaheng tilted his head slightly and lowered his eyes.
Chuichi swallowed, took a deep breath, and gathered his courage to look at him firmly.
Lu Jiaheng: "Huh?"
"..."
At the beginning, Zhi Zhi was relieved.
But I don't know why, a little bit disappointed.
She lowered her head and stared at the tip of her shoe, muttering softly, "Nothing..."
Lu Jiaheng's phone rang for the second time.
He had no expression, and let the bell ring in his pocket, as if he didn't plan to listen.
Chu Garden looked up: "You pick it up."
The ringing ring of perseverance, Lu Jiaheng slightly lip angled down a little, a little impatient, lazily curled his eyes: "What are you doing?"
At the end of the phone, Cheng Yi did not speak immediately.
After stopping for a few seconds, he said, "Your Highness, have you eaten yet?"
Lu Jiaheng was about to hang up the phone, and Cheng Yi immediately said, "Don't you eat, is the elementary school girl hungry?"
Lu Jiaheng acted, and glanced at Chuichi without a word.
Cheng Yi had the same clairvoyance and completely guessed. He grinned and gave a place name: "Bring the elementary school girl to Christmas together. You can never guess who will be back today."
Lu Jiaheng reluctantly said: "Oh, I can't guess."
"Lin Yu is back."
"..."
Cheng Yi wondered: "Why didn't you respond?"
"I have to react."
"You respond to me a little bit," Cheng Yi suddenly whispered whisperedly, "Did I disturb you?" What are the school girls doing?"
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, looked at a snake fruit in his hand, a stack of change, and casually said: "Set up a stall."
"..."
Cheng Yi did not respond: "What?"
"I was just stalling, and I am counting money now." Lu Jiaheng hooked his lips, and his tone was quite pleasant. "We made more than one hundred dollars."
Cheng Yi: "..."
In Lu Jiaheng's small group of four, only Lin Yujing surprised a girl and was younger than them.
Normally, girls are the ones who are taken care of more, but Lin Yujing is not.
She is the lead.
The little girl of the Lin family has nothing to do without harming her side, but she has a very obedient face, so obedient that she ran into any disaster, as long as An Jing quietly aggrieved and grievances aside, all parents will take her for granted Innocent, all the pots belong to Lu Jiaheng and Cheng Yi.
Later, when Lin's parents separated, Lin Yujing followed his mother to the south, and I haven't seen him for many years.
The location is still selected in the restaurant of Cheng Yi's house.
This time it was not seafood, probably because I took care of Lin Yujing's life in the South for many years and changed the table's local dishes.
When Chu Garden and Lu Jiaheng arrived, it was almost nine o'clock, and the box was full of people full of heat.
Chuichi went in with landing Jiaheng. Before entering the door, the man gently raised his hand and patted her back quietly.
Chuichi held an apple in his hand and raised his head.
Lu Jiaheng lowered his head and whispered to her softly, "There may be a lot of people today."
Hakuchi is a little unknown.
She tilted her head slightly blankly, and just wanted to ask him and then, she heard a soft female voice: "Oh, Aheng."
Chuichi turned his head and looked at the master of the voice.
The woman's small face, thin eyelids, apricot eyes are slightly warped, the skin is very white, so beautiful that it is highly recognizable.
The soft white shirt has a drape feeling, slender high-heeled leather boots, and pencil trousers wrap the slender and slender legs.
Lin Yu stared at Lu Jiaheng lightly and squinted her head slightly, her pale and thin lips drawn a soft and friendly arc of laughter: "I haven't seen you in a long time, do you want my mother?"
Chuichi: "..."
Chuichi felt that Senior Master Lu's mother was really young.