Chapter 7:

Blood was surging, Senbei's brain buzzed, and he could hardly hear him.
But she vaguely caught the point, his name, Chen Zhuo.
Senbei didn't make a sound, but the temperature on his face was still hot.
The girl's silence was as expected, Chen Zhuo closed the corners of his lips, and smiled unabated: "It's so cute, why do you keep hiding?"
Yes, cute? !
Seems to be the first time someone described her like this? Is it a compliment?
Maybe it’s just polite...
Mainly, she... is not cute at all, Yuanyuan always said she is a freak.
Senbei raised his hand subconsciously, trying to cover his face.
After two seconds, suspended for a while. It seems unnecessary... he can't see it now.
So, his forearm dropped back to his side, his forehead slumped, not knowing what to do next.
Chen Zhuo observed her small and piecemeal movements before handing over the paper bag: "Your milk tea."
Senbei nodded slowly and put out his hands.
The sleeves of her blouse were extremely long. When she stretched it out, the cuffs covered most of her hand, revealing only the first joint of her white and tender fingers, and the small round nails that were not painted.
Chen Zhuo sent a few centimetres forward, and the girl clamped the paper bag with both hands...
Then carefully circle the paper bag back in front of you...
It's like putting some little love in my arms...
Finally, I entered the house and walked back to the door...
Throughout the whole process, she never raised her eyes.
The line of sight under the big hoodie may always be tilted at an angle of 80 degrees, staring hard at the toe of the shoe.
Chen Zhuo smiled very lightly: "You go in, I will help you take the garbage downstairs."
Xianbei was stunned, and reacted in a panic, no, no need.
If she troubles others, she will feel uncomfortable. She just wants to do everything she can.
But the man had already bowed and carried the three large bags of garbage into his hands. When he straightened his waist, he already said goodbye: "Go."
His gaze stayed on the tail of the bangs that leaked from her outside the rim of the hat.
what!
No, I really don’t need your help...
I can do it myself...
I really don't want to owe others...
Even though many words in his heart had to break through his throat, Senbei still couldn't blurt out.
The intangible things are there, and repeated talks are all in vain.
Knocking his eyelids, seeing the toe of the man's shoe turn into a heel, Senbei became anxious and reached out to grab his clothes!
It's better to talk about pulling than pulling.
Because Chen Zhuo was wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar and the hem was stuck in the waist of his pants, so...
Can only grab that piece of clothing.
Chen Zhuo naturally noticed the slight resistance and stopped and turned around.
Senbei quickly closed his hand and hid it in his sleeve. The earlobe is like a drop of blood.
Feeling too much energy to speak, Xianbei became more nervous and anxious for fear of delaying other people's time.
I can only put my hands in my pockets, fish, fish, fish for a long time, finally took out the phone, and immersed himself in typing.
"Don't help me, I can."
Senbei stood up to show the man.
Chen Zhuo glanced intently and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go along."
The girl retracted her hand and continued to crackle: "Thank you...I still want to come by myself."
Small body, quite stubborn.
Chen Zhuo smiled, no longer reluctantly, and returned a bag.
Senbei put aside his heart, took it, and stood there obediently waiting for the second and third bag.
Unexpectedly, the man stepped aside and said to her: "Let's go, go down together."
Senbei: "..." Huh? Don't you give it back to her?
"Go." Chen Zhuo urged.
Senbei was most afraid of such a tone, and had to be forced to move and close the door.
A pair of small shoes took two steps, the more Senbei thought about it, the more wrong he stopped, and he stopped in front of the steps.
Chen Zhuo also stopped: "What's the matter?"
Senbei didn't say a word, but raised his left hand slightly and hastily, which should be a sign for him to go first.
This is indeed the case.
When Senbei doesn't like walking, there is a line of sight behind him.
It looks like a sharp object is rubbing on the spine, so uncomfortable...
Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, filtered out those puzzles, and took the lead down the steps.
Senbei found room to breathe, sniffed two breaths of air quietly, and followed forward.
One after another, one after another,
One tall, one petite,
One is upright, the other is slightly curled up,
They walked quietly on the slopes one after another.
The corridor windows are filled with white light, which is quite tranquil.
Senbei liked this atmosphere, and the violent mood at the beginning was gradually calmed down.
She bit her lower lip and couldn't help but raise her eyes, the man who had no prestige towards her...
He has a broad back, a tight waist, and a pair of long legs walking around, uncomfortable.
It's the opposite of her. She is always bound by her hands and feet, as if there is a circle around her to imprison her. If she moves a lot, she will be stung by the seal.
In his hands...
All her garbage bags...
Senbei's face warmed up and turned red again.
It was also at this moment that the man in front suddenly looked back, his chin raised slightly.
He was down, she was up, caught off guard, and ran into his eyes directly.
No, it should be him...
Inadvertently caught her peeping and saw her embarrassment, right? !
Finished finished finished finished finished...
Senbei pulled back his sight instantly, his heartbeat was frantic, and his back was sweaty.
Chen Zhuo turned his head back, did not show too much expression, and looked disapproving.
As for the senbei, watch your nose and follow with anxiety.
As he approached the corridor on the first floor, the man suddenly turned around and asked, "Is it our second meeting just now?"
He was smiling, his accent, but sincere, serious in his casualness, and respectful in his frivolity.
Xianbei's heart seemed to be slammed, and the whole person was trapped for two seconds, and he heard him add a word in a hurry.
A sentence that can make her red from head to toe in a second:
"Go downstairs to see the road, don't look at me."

For the next three days, Chen Zhuo came to deliver milk tea.
He would chat with her a few words, even if there is no real verbal response.
But the man's patience is amazing. The two will exchange a few text messages occasionally at night, as if they have become close friends.
Senbei met such a person for the first time, such a person who never showed a tired attitude when getting along with her.

Thursday, night.
Senbei sat at the computer desk, holding the pressure-sensitive pen, sliding skillfully on the board.
On the white screen in front of him, a humanoid line draft that jumped into the air was gradually outlined.
The more I drew, the more bored I was, with my left hand supporting my cheek, Senbei put down the pen, picked up the phone on the side, and clicked on one of the messages.
The landlord’s short message stated that a guest with the intention of renting a house would come to see the house, and asked her to clean up the house.
The move of the nest is imminent, but Xianbei has made no progress and has not yet found a new residence.
Yuanyuan helped her take care of the contact when she was able to rent this single apartment in the city center smoothly, so she was very grateful.
But her current economic situation is so high that Fudan University cannot afford the high monthly rent.
Xianbei checked his bank card balance and sighed suddenly:
I must move to a remote suburb...
That place must be far away from the milk tea paradise_(:з」∠)_……
I guess it’s hard to see that... well, Chen Zhuo... huh?
Inexplicably hot, just quietly calling her name from the bottom of her heart, why is she so embarrassed?
Does this name catch fire?
After thinking about it, it really caught fire...
Hey hey hey.
After annoying for a long time, Senbei held the pressure-sensitive pen again.
At this time, the phone on the side shook twice.
Xianbei grabbed it and saw that the letter was Chen Zhuo. She immediately sat with her on her face, opening his message as if she were about to recite a scripture.
"I have something tomorrow, I can't give you milk tea, someone else will pass by."
Senbei's eyebrows drooped, unable to conceal disappointment...
But still obediently knocked "OK" and went back.
Everyone has their own affairs, work and life.
To understand, to understand, Xianbei continues to comfort himself and relax his heart.
Suddenly, she remembered that tomorrow was the last day the editor would order her milk tea.
The day after tomorrow, Yiyi couldn't take her order again, and she was going to move out next week. Wouldn't it be the same as before, suddenly disappearing without any news?
So, should I say goodbye to Chen Zhuo in advance?
Senbei frowned and thought, typing:
"There are two things I want to tell you. I'm moving away soon. Milk tea shouldn't be fixed."
send?
Woo... send.
The opposite responds quickly: "Farewell?"
Senbei curled his lips: "Um... I have to say goodbye."
Chen Zhuo: "Are you going back to Heavenly Court?"
Senbei didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while: "What?"
Chen Zhuo: "You said as if there was no signal where you were going."
Senbei: "...No."
"Really no signal?"
"No."
Chen Zhuo: "That's fine."
Senbei still didn't quite understand: "Huh?"
Chen Zhuo didn't answer directly, only said: "Should I say goodbye to you?"
Xianbei tugged: "You don't need to say... I just want to talk about it myself, and I'll be fine..."
Chen Zhuo: "Yeah."
Senbei's nose was sour, he couldn't help rubbing his left eye: "Then...good night, goodbye."
The man over there still doesn't change the speed of replying to text messages:
"Goodbye".
Senbei's eyebrows tightened again.
Eh? Why is there a long space between the words "Goodbye" to show solemnity?