Chapter 329 Did they know each other before?
Xunxun chased after him for two steps, holding the arrow in hand. Suddenly, she remembered something and took out a piece of candy from her pocket. She tiptoed and stuffed it into Xuanyuange's hand: "Here you go! It's strawberry flavored. Make sure you eat well when you get home."
The moment Xunxun stood on tiptoe holding the candy, Xuanyuan Ge's fingertips pinched into his palm in the pocket of his windbreaker.
The sweet aroma of strawberry candy mixed with the smell of milk from the child came over, and in a trance it overlapped with a rainy night seven years ago.
Lingling did the same at that time, she squeezed a piece of fruit candy into his hand and said, "Brother Xuanyuan won't be angry if you eat it." The scar on her wrist glowed light pink under the corridor light, like a stubborn little flower blooming in the pale snow.
"Keep it." His voice was a little hoarse than expected, and when his fingertips touched the soft flesh of the child's palm, he somehow did not retract them immediately.
The warmth from Xunxun's palm seeped through his skin, like a small, harmless fire, making his fingertips numb.
"Next time I'll bring two packs," I blurted out, even taking a moment to myself—when had I ever compromised with a child? But then I looked down and saw Xunxun's eyes curved into crescents, the candy wrappers rustling as she folded them in her hands, and I felt the compromise wasn't so hard to accept.
Han Lingcui looked at his hurriedly leaving back, and the silver bracelet on his wrist hit his palm with his movement.
The scar suddenly felt itchy, as if a thin needle was gently poking at it, piercing through the mist of her memory - last night she dreamed of the ginkgo tree again, with a young man in a navy blue shirt standing under the tree. He said, "Lingling, hold the bow like you are holding the spring breeze." Before he finished speaking, the boy's face overlapped with Xuanyuan Pavilion.
At this moment, my fingertips felt the lingering scent of cedar on the fabric, which was exactly the same as the scent in my dream.
She knew she shouldn't doubt it.
But this feeling is too strong.
There was no way she could give up the search.
and.
She wants to find her memories.
This feeling is a good thing for her.
…
The next evening, the archery hall was immersed in the orange sunset. When Xuanyuan Ge's fingertips paused on the bowstring while wiping the bow, his heart skipped a beat.
He saw the dandelions on the ends of Xunxun's hair swaying in the wind, which looked very much like the grass leaves stuck on the lenses of the archery goggles that Lingling had secretly worn from him.
The jujube wood bow hidden behind him was warmed by the sweat of his palms. He had tied the sky blue cotton rope himself this morning, and had rubbed the ginkgo leaf copper sheet at the end three times until the edge no longer scratched his hands.
He told himself that he just felt sorry for the child using a broken arrow, but when he was looking for his eyes to light up, he suddenly remembered that when Lingling first received the wooden bow from him, she also smiled with her face tilted up and said, "Brother Xuanyuan's bow can shine."
"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart." When he squatted down, his knees rubbed against the ginkgo leaves on the ground, making a crackling sound.
"Hold the bow like you're holding..." He suddenly choked, a hard feeling rising in his throat. Back then, he'd said to Lingling, "Like holding the spring breeze," but now, facing Xunxun, he couldn't find the same words.
He didn't know what happened, but his eyes inadvertently swept over Han Lingcui, and saw that she was staring at the bull's-eye of the ginkgo paper-cut. The movement of her fingertips stroking the silver bracelet was exactly the same as Lingling's habit of stroking her scar back then. His heart suddenly hit his ribs.
He forced himself not to think about it.
Try to focus on Shen Qianxun.
“If you want to hit the target, you must first learn to see the direction of the wind.”
Next.
He always avoided direct contact with Han Lingcui.
But my heart felt like it was cursed.
Just want to pay attention to her.
…
It's getting late.
He asked for two sets of clothes to be brought.
"Put it on the child."
As he spoke, the word "Ling" on the bottom of the quiver was faintly visible in the sunset. Those were the words that the seventeen-year-old boy had carved all night while hiding in the attic.
Han Lingcui thanked him.
This is one set of women's clothing and one set of children's clothing.
He was obviously thinking of her.
But don't say it out loud.
It's also quite strange.
She tilted her head to look at Shen Qianxun and asked in a low voice.
"Has President Xuanyuan always had this temper?"
Shen Qianxun shrugged.
"I don't know either."
"But he's like a paper tiger. He's not scary."
Han Lingcui: “…”
In fact, she felt the same way.
Xuanyuan Pavilion looks very strong.
After actually getting along with him, I found that he is actually very easy-going.
And every time we met, I always felt that he was worried.
It feels like I've lost something dear.
In the shadow of the corridor corner, Xuanyuan Ge leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and gasped, the candy wrappers making crisp sounds in his palms.
This was the second candy Xunxun stuffed into his mouth today. The packaging was still stained with saliva marks left by the child when he bit the apple.
His fingertips slid across the edge of the candy wrapper, and he suddenly remembered the candy Lingling had stuffed into his pocket seven years ago. There was a crooked ginkgo flower painted on the wrapper. She said, "When I come back, we'll eat strawberry candy every day."
pity.
These memories can only be sealed like this.
He simply had no chance of possessing Lingling again.
…
night.
Han Lingcui returned home.
My mind is full of Xuanyuan Pavilion.
She even felt like she was going crazy.
I must have been seeing this man these past two days.
That’s why I think about it more.
She quickly washed up and rested.
I told Shen Hanxing about the progress of archery.
I also sent the photos I took.
Shen Hanxing expressed her gratitude and said that she had bought her a gift and had it delivered to the company.
Han Lingcui's mood improved instantly.
After all, in the workplace, you can get recognition from your boss.
That's pretty good.
…
Just after falling asleep at night.
She dreamed of the scene at the archery hall again.
Xuanyuan Ge walked towards her step by step.
Reach out to her.
Ask her if she wants to learn archery.
She knew in her heart that she couldn't agree.
To avoid.
But she nodded.
My heart was beating wildly with anger.
But she still stood with Xuanyuan Pavilion.
There is something naturally attractive about men.
Stand beside him.
My heartbeat always speeds up uncontrollably.
She wanted to say something.
But my throat feels dry.
I can't say anything.
Xuanyuan Ge spoke at this time.
"Who are you and why do you want to be near me so much?"
Han Lingcui felt as if someone had seen through her inner thoughts at once.
It's like being naked.
A feeling of panic instantly enveloped her.
She turned and ran.
Want to leave here quickly.
But Xuanyuan Pavilion seems to be everywhere.
No matter where she ran to.
They will appear in front of her accurately.
“Lingling!”
Xuanyuan Ge suddenly called her name.
Han Lingcui suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
My body was covered in cold sweat.
She wiped her forehead.
Got up and opened the window.
The wind is very cool.
All the sweat on my body disappeared.
But her heart was extremely heavy.
Normally, many people are used to calling her Han Lingcui or Miss Han.
It was the first time someone called her "Lingling".
Moreover, when Xuanyuan Pavilion called her that in her dream, she didn't find it strange at all.
This is a bit unbelievable.
Could it be that she and Xuanyuan Pavilion knew each other before?
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