Chapter 328 Meeting! Feeling familiar
No. 328
Shen Hanxing felt that his idea was feasible.
Han Lingcui is a good person.
If you ask her to help pick up Xunxun, she won't refuse.
If it is true and effective.
Perhaps Lingling's identity can be confirmed soon.
She took a deep breath and sent a message to Han Lingcui.
Han Lingcui really thought the same as she did and expressed his willingness to help.
…
The wind swept across the glass curtain wall of the "Jiuyao Archery Hall" with a chill.
Han Lingcui squatted down to tighten the deerskin wrist guard for Xunxun, and her fingertips touched the small light brown mole on the child's wrist.
Like a grain of roasted millet falling in the snow, she was suddenly stunned for a moment. This posture and this touch were inexplicably familiar and made her feel uneasy.
"Xunxun wants to be an archer today!" The five-year-old boy jumped on the spot holding a children's bow. The blue tassel tied to the bowstring brushed against the tip of his nose, causing him to wrinkle his nose and laugh.
Han Lingcui was about to reach out and rub his hair when she saw the manager in a dark green uniform hurried over. His eyes behind the glasses were full of apology: "Miss Han, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please follow me."
Han Lingcui gently pressed Xunxun's small hand that was gripping the bow handle with his fingertips. When he looked up, his eyes were warm but not soft. "Okay, do you need me to accompany you the whole time?"
Xunxun nodded.
In fact, parents don’t need to be present.
But he likes Aunt Han very much.
I want Aunt Han to go with me.
Han Lingcui didn't ask any more questions and pulled him into the archery hall.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, at the end of the 17-meter-long VIP shooting range, a man in a navy blue stand-up collar shirt was drawing his bow and arrow with his back to them.
The bowstring stretched into a graceful arc between his fingers, and the white feathers at the arrow's tail almost brushed his ear, like a hawk ready to take flight.
Suddenly, a "whoosh" sound was heard at the end of the target path, and a feathered arrow flew through the air and hit the center of the bull's eye without even the tail of the arrow shaking.
When the man turned around, the silver cufflinks on his collar flashed a cold light under the light. His brow bones were slightly protruding, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his nose was as high as a piece of cold jade. His whole body exuded a cold and aloof air that kept people at a distance.
"Heh, why isn't it Mr. Shen who's sending the child? Are you scared?"
His voice was like silk soaked in ice water, clear and bitingly cold. His fingertips slowly untied the knuckle guards, and when his eyes swept over Han Lingcui, he paused for half a second.
The manager immediately lowered his head and stepped forward with an apologetic smile: "Boss Xuanyuan, Boss Shen called and said he was looking for someone for you and that you would understand."
"Uncle Xuanyuan, your bow is so special!" Xunxun broke free from Han Lingcui's hand and stumbled two steps towards the target path. She looked up at Xuanyuan Pavilion, her eyes shining like stars. "Can I touch it?"
The air froze instantly.
The manager's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and even Han Lingcui couldn't help holding his breath.
Everyone knows that the "Black Iron" in Xuanyuan Pavilion is custom-made and no one else is allowed to touch it. Last month, a rich second-generation wanted to borrow it to take a look, but he threw it to the ground in public, and the bowstring almost hit the man's face.
really.
Xuanyuan Ge lowered his eyes and stared at the little boy in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.
But Xunxun was not afraid of him at all. She tiptoed to reach his hand holding the bow, and her fingertips just touched the rope on the bow handle.
He suddenly took a half step back, his finger guards wrinkled in his palms. "Why would a child touch a longbow?"
His voice was even colder than before, but he wasn't really angry. He simply turned around and pulled out the shortest practice arrow from his quiver, removed the arrowhead, and handed it to Xunxun, "Hold it steady, don't drop it."
Xunxun took it happily, but almost dropped it. Han Lingcui quickly stepped forward to hold his little hand, and his fingertips accidentally rubbed Xuanyuan Ge's palm.
His hands were cold, but the lines on his palms were surprisingly clear. There was a thin layer of calluses at the base of his palms, the result of years of holding a bow. "Thank you, Mr. Xuanyuan."
She looked up to thank him, but found that he was staring at her wrist with some complicated emotions in his eyes, like stars blown by the wind, sinking back into the deep sea in an instant.
"The scar on your wrist." Xuanyuan Ge suddenly spoke, his Adam's apple rolling gently under his collar. "How did it come about?"
Han Lingcui subconsciously retracted her hand. Her memories after the car accident were like shattered puzzle pieces, and only this scar always made her feel like there was a void in her heart.
"I don't remember. The doctor said it might be left over from the past." She paused, suddenly noticing the patterns engraved on his quiver.
It was a half-opened ginkgo flower, exactly the same as the engraving on the inside of the old silver bracelet on her bedside table: "Mr. Xuanyuan's quiver..."
"It doesn't matter." Xuanyuan Ge suddenly turned his face away and tapped the electronic screen beside the shooting range with his knuckles. "Seventeen meters, try it."
Han Lingcui was stunned, but Xunxun was jumping and clapping her hands, holding up the arrow. "Auntie, can you do it too? Come on, try it! Come on!"
Han Lingcui wasn't sure if he could do it.
But looking at these, they feel familiar.
She took the ordinary longbow handed to her by the manager, and just as she was gripping the bow handle, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a pair of bony hands.
Xuanyuan Ge stood behind her at some point, his fingertips pressing her elbow through her sleeve. His body temperature seeped through the fabric, bringing with it a refreshing scent of cedar.
"Keep your elbows high and your shoulders level." His voice echoed overhead, a bit impatient yet incredibly careful. "Don't grip the bow too hard, like you're holding a butterfly you're afraid will fly away."
Han Lingcui's whole body stiffened. She smelled the faint cold fragrance on his body and suddenly felt that this scene was familiar.
It seemed as if a long time ago, someone also taught her how to hold a bow from behind, his fingertips brushing against the scar on her wrist, and he said, "Lingling's hands are so small, you have to practice well so that you can protect yourself in the future."
"Swoosh!" The arrow flew free, brushing the edge of the bull's eye and hitting the ninth ring. Xunxun clapped her hands, jumped up, and threw herself into Han Lingcui's arms.
"Great! Better than the one the kindergarten teacher shoots!" Han Lingcui laughed, but when she looked up, she saw that Xuanyuan Ge's eyes had changed as he stared at her.
It was no longer the initial indifference, but was filled with a bit of inquiry, even a hint of disbelief, as if confirming some fragile dream.
Her heart was beating like a drum.
Just a brief contact.
This made her a little more wary of this mysterious and powerful man.
Want to turn around and run away.
Although she felt that she shouldn't be so afraid of the powerful.
but……
"The way you held the bow just now."
Xuanyuan Ge suddenly squatted down, looking at Xunxun at eye level, and gently touched the arrow in the child's hand with his fingertips. "When you taught him, why did you let him use three fingers to string the arrow?"
Han Lingcui was stunned. She didn't know either.
It's just a feeling.
It seems like it was born that way.
So there is no way to explain it.
After all, if she said that, people would think she was being Versailles.
"Same time tomorrow." Xuanyuan Ge suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. He bent down to pick up the knuckle guards, but did not turn back. "You can come too, you can learn with him."
After saying this, he strode towards the exit, the longbow swaying in the crook of his arm. The ginkgo flower pattern on the quiver flashed in the light, like an unfinished old sentence.
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