Chapter 15:

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Senbei threw the last book into the carton.
The high-intensity and endless signing tasks throughout the day caused her entire right arm to be so stiff as if it had been cast.
Yuanyuan eagerly packed her backpack for her, and walked out.
Senbei rubbed his heavy arms and followed.
Chen Zhuo walked behind the two girls, looked at the taller one, and kept chattering about the shorter one.
Arriving outside the office building, Chen Zhuo's pre-booked rental has arrived.
He took the initiative to take Xianbei's small schoolbag and asked the little girl to get in the car first, and then sit in.
Senbei lowered the car window and waved his small hand to say goodbye to Yuanyuan twice.
The car is on the road. In March in Yangchun, it was getting darker than before.
The sunset on the horizon, splashed with paint, smudged a gradual orange color.
Senbei leaned back in his chair and looked out the window with his face turned.
The man was sitting next to him, so close, she didn't dare to look over.
But he stayed with her for a day, and he must have lost a lot of effort and time...
Don’t worry about things in the shop...
Senbei became more ashamed as he thought about it, but he was too embarrassed to turn his head back, so he said two words softly:
"……Thank you……"
Chen Zhuo heard it clearly and went straight back: "Nothing."
Senbei grabbed her ring finger and stopped speaking.
Chen Zhuo glanced at his watch and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Senbei shook his head and ate a lot at noon, feeling still not digested.
Chen Zhuo said "um" and crossed his hands on his legs.
In the carriage, it was quiet for a long time.
When Chen Zhuo looked in the direction of Xianbei again, he saw that the little girl's head was shaking with the bumps.
Fell asleep?
Chen Zhuo raised his upper body silently and observed carefully.
I got up early and had a busy day, so I should be sleepy.
The eyelashes were covered there quietly, the white skin was faintly breathing evenly.
Chen Zhuo hooked his lips and leaned back. At this moment, he could only see the back of Senbei's head and the hair curling out of his ears, which was painted in the same clear and shiny orange by the evening photos.
The arc between the lips closed back, and then tightened again.
Chen Zhuo remembered the words Yuanyuan and herself had said in the library.
In fact, she told him many old things about Senbei.
It was about ten years ago, when Senbei had just entered junior high school, and the focus of the city was excellent.
Senbei's parents divorced when she was three years old because the man cheated.
After the divorce, Xian's mother was full of complaints about life, and applied this emotion to her daughter, almost paranoidly eager for her to stand out and fight for herself.
And she is a physics teacher in the same school, and she is very strict.
Senbei's fun and hobbies, as long as it is not related to learning, mothers do not allow it, and continue to deny it.
Once, Senbei took his classmates home to play. After the mother came back, furious, she yelled at several children in front of Senbei:
You are only eligible to play with my daughter until you reach the top 50! Otherwise, don't affect her study!
The aggrieved classmates went back to school and publicized the matter everywhere, saying that teacher X's daughter was untouchable.
Senbei has been isolated since then, even though she has said sorry for countless times.
Sometimes, I finally mustered up the courage to open my lips to my classmates. They pretended to be horrified and responded: "Let’s stop talking for fear of being scolded by your mother. After all, I haven’t gotten into the top fifty."
Later, Senbei became increasingly afraid to speak.
Walking on the campus, they all bow their heads and dare not make eye contact with anyone.
No matter what you do, you should be cautious and afraid of disgusting.
As a student, everyone is still young and has little ability to think independently, and there is not enough rational concept to control and restrain his behavior.
Therefore, they often like to form gangs and ridicule and attack an alien.
In six years of middle school, the treatment of Senbei is unknown. She became more withdrawn and regarded social as an enemy.
During the college entrance examination, Senbei carried her mother on her back and chose a major and university she didn't like.
The mother was furious, and if she bluntly said she didn't have this unfilial daughter.
This is the first resistance in Senbei's life.
She fled her hometown and came to Ning City. Since then, after four years of university, Senbei has never returned home.
At the end of hearing, Chen Zhuo's whole body was extremely silent.
Finally, Yuanyuan sighed and said: "The classmate I consulted was also one of them at the time. He said that he regretted thinking about it now. It was Senbei's mother who made the mistake, not Senbei herself, but she made her take everything. He asked me how the senbei was now. I said she was pretty good."
"It's just that I can only tell what is in my heart to a piece of paper."

The taxi stopped slowly at the entrance of Zhongyi.
There is a sweet smell in the air at dusk.
A faint warm light dripped from the window, like the gentle honey gifted by humans to nature.
Seeing no movement in the back seat, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror, then turned his head back, just about to speak.
The man in the back row had already "hush", stopping his thoughts of awakening the girl.
The driver stopped squeaking, leaving the man to pay on his mobile phone, and then got out of the car lightly and went to open the other door.
Senbei slept soundly, and did not disturb her several times.
Looking at it for a moment, the little girl's quiet and young sleep. There is also the bright skin in the darkness, like a layer of moonlight.
Chen Zhuo leaned in and fished her directly.
It wasn't the princess who held it horizontally, but the hug of the child, passing through the armpits and lifting it up. The chin, which lost strength due to sleepiness, naturally placed it on his shoulder.
Senbei slept in a daze, and subconsciously circled the closest thing to him
Man's neck.
The small round nose, with a light heat, sprayed on his collarbone.
The legs that were originally dangling did not consciously rub against his waist.
Chen Zhuo stiffened and closed the door with one hand.
Long legs stepped away and wandered in the direction of the store.
The intuitive bumps made the sleepy bugs in Senbei's head shake a lot.
The eyelashes moved, Xianbei groaned slightly, frowned, and opened his eyes.
Senbei couldn't help but press the toe of his shoe as if looking for some existence and perception.
……Eh……?
foot……
Senbei was shocked and completely awake.
Her feet! Why, why is it suspended again? !
where? ?
Senbei leaned back in shock, trying to see where he was.
Is it the shoulder right now?
This discovery caused Xianbei's heart to jump out of her throat. She raised her face in surprise, but rubbed a bit of piercing things on her forehead.
The little heart leaped again, and the corner of the eye took aim.
Hu, stubble?
Is she on Chen Zhuo? ? ? ?
Being held? ? ? ? ? ? ?
After recognizing everything, Senbei's body froze for a second, then the blood surged and the heat rolled.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
He was still holding his neck! !
Senbei's body was red, like a tomato essence, just about to retract his arms, a man asked in his ear:
"Woke up?"
Senbei was stunned and did not dare to move.
But I didn't dare to... Sleep like I did just now, dizzy, hanging on him unscrupulously.
Behind it, there seems to be a brighter light approaching.
Will it be seen by others?
Senbei's heartbeat increased, so nervous and shy.
She kicked her calf slightly, gestured, weakly begging, she woke up, wanted to go down, beg to go down...
>////////<
Unexpectedly, the hip was tight, and the strong arm was held there, and he was working harder.
And the back of her head was immediately pressed back to his shoulder by the man's other hand.
The movement is not heavy, but it is not allowed to be beaked.
The hot little red face who buried it again, dare not move.
At the same time, the man spoke again, the voice, as if in the ear, in the ear. Low and gentle, like coaxing, but taken for granted:
"Pretend to sleep for three more minutes."
The voice just fell.
Bang.
Xianbei heard it, and there was a pink flower in his heart with a clear and blooming sound.