Chapter 15 Cheng Luanxin, what kind of girls do you like?
Cheng Luan was stunned and blurted out: "Do you know where it is?"
She regretted it right after she said it. It was too strange to ask such a question, as if she was telling the audience that she was the owner of the room.
She added, as if to make amends, "My mother keeps all the photo albums in my house."
Song Qiuchi thought for a moment and said, "If grandma didn't put it away, it should be on the bookshelf. I'm used to putting things on the bookshelf."
Cheng Luanxin had to admit that Song Qiuchi's observation ability was still very strong. In her apartment, all the useful and useless things were placed on the bookshelf.
And her family photo album was indeed on the bookshelf.
The two quickly found the photo album on the bookshelf and sat on the bed to look through it.
Cheng Luanxin has never had a photo album shot in a photo studio and rarely has the opportunity to travel. All her photos are daily life photos taken by her grandmother.
However, the album contains photos from childhood to adulthood, and no moment of Cheng Luanxin's growth was missed, such as the first time she slept alone, the first time she lost a tooth, the first time she rode a bicycle, the first time she became a class monitor, each shot is very memorable.
Logically, it should be Song Qiuchi who explains the stories behind the photos to Cheng Luanxin at this time, but it is obvious that Song Qiuchi knows nothing about these stories and is just flipping through them carefully.
The director started to wink at Cheng Luanxin again and lip-synced: "Don't be silent, communicate, chat."
Cheng Luanxin had no choice but to pretend to be interviewing: "Now let's interview Ms. Cheng Luanxin. What do you think when you see yourself as a child?"
Song Qiuchi was looking at a photo of Cheng Luanxin eating red-fleshed dragon fruit for the first time. In the photo, little Cheng Luanxin still had two pigtails, with her hands and face all stained, and she looked so flustered that she was about to cry.
At that time, Cheng Luanxin would never have imagined that she would be so obsessed with dragon fruit-colored manicures when she grew up.
"It's cute."
Cheng Luan was startled and smoothed her hair awkwardly: "I think it's cute too."
Barrage:
"Can you show us some of those cute photos?"
"It's so heartwarming to look at the photo album together."
"Luanbao is so cute when she smiles! I love her dimples."
Then, Song Qiuchi found a photo of Cheng Luanxin getting her first IV drip. Little Cheng Luanxin was lying on the hospital bed in a blue and white striped hospital gown, her mouth pouting, her eyes red from crying, and tear marks at the corners. It seemed she had really hated injections since she was a child.
Song Qiuchi subconsciously reached for his bag: "Oh, the inhibitor..."
Cheng Luanxin's expression suddenly changed: "You don't want to give me an injection now, do you?"
Song Qiuchi asked back: "Isn't now the perfect time?"
"How can it be so perfect? The romantic observers are all watching. How embarrassing."
Song Qiuchi didn't want to be so embarrassed, but he was afraid that without the camera monitoring Cheng Luanxin would resist even more. He couldn't just let himself enter the susceptible period. "This is a normal physiological phenomenon, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Cheng Luanxin pointed at herself in the photo and said, "Cheng Luanxin, look at you. You're crying like this while getting an injection, and you're still thinking about giving injections to others? Don't do to others what you don't want done to you, understand?"
Song Qiuchi was speechless: "I was still young at that time, you want to compete with a child?"
Cheng Luanxin retorted: "I'm not that old now."
Song Qiuchi didn't want to waste time talking to her, so he simply opened the package and drew out the medicine with a syringe: "Hurry up, show me your arm."
She tore open a disposable sterile cotton ball and waited with her hands raised.
In front of so many people, Cheng Luanxin couldn't act rogue anymore, so she had to reluctantly roll up her sleeves: "You said that the deltoid muscle of the upper arm doesn't hurt. If it hurts, then -"
Before he could finish his words, Song Qiuchi had already inserted the needle into Cheng Luanxin's arm.
Cheng Luanxin's facial expression instantly became ferocious, as if a sour lemon was stuffed into her mouth. The next second, her tears suddenly burst out and fell down.
Actually cried.
Song Qiuchi: "..."
She had never seen herself so tearful before. She quickly injected the medicine and pulled out the syringe. Pressing the wound with a cotton ball, she frowned, "It doesn't hurt that much, does it?"
Cheng Luan wiped her tears with a wronged look on her face and sniffed, "It doesn't hurt that much..."
Song Qiuchi was helpless: "Then why are you crying..."
Cheng Luanxin: "It's too sudden, I'm not ready yet..."
The barrage section is about to die of laughter:
"Although I really want to laugh, why is Akichi so cute?!"
"I thought the injection was going to be romantic and ambiguous, but how did it turn out like this? Haha ...
"So how did Song Qiuchi get through each susceptible period before? Haha ...
"Take medicine. You don't have to get an injection. But injections are definitely safer!"
"I've already taken a screenshot of the Qiuchi Fairy crying. Why did I have to sign a confidentiality agreement with the production team? I want to share it with my bestie right now."
After all, Cheng Luanxin had been made to cry, so he had to comfort her no matter what. Song Qiuchi was at a loss for what to do. He took the snacks that Grandma Cheng had prepared from the table and asked, "Do you want to eat this?"
Cheng Luanxin shook her head.
"juice?"
"don't want."
"So what do you want?"
Cheng Luanxin felt even more aggrieved: "I want to drink sweet osmanthus wine dumplings, but I'm allergic..."
Song Qiuchi: "..."
How could Song Qiuchi not understand that what Cheng Luan wanted was not the glutinous rice balls made with osmanthus wine, but her own body.
However, she was unable to fulfill this wish and could only clumsily put her arm around her shoulders and wipe away her tears: "Don't cry, just take the medicine next month."
Hearing this, Cheng Luanxin blinked pitifully: "Really?"
Song Qiuchi nodded.
Cheng Luanxin burst into laughter and wiped her tears embarrassedly: "Then my tears were not in vain, am I a good actor?"
Song Qiuchi knew that her crying was genuine and had nothing to do with her acting, but she still pretended to be serious: "Well, you fooled me."
After looking through the photo album for a while, they were ready to end their date. Grandma Cheng insisted that Cheng Luanxin pick out some perfumes from the store to take home, and Cheng Luanxin chose the ones she used most.
Grandma Cheng smiled and said, "Our Luanluan also likes these flavors the most. Come and play again next time!"
On the way back, it was a rare moment for the two of us.
Cheng Luanxin put on headphones as soon as she got in the car, looked out the window as if she didn't want to be disturbed.
Song Qiuchi hesitated for a moment, then touched her shoulder: "Are you still angry with me?"
Cheng Luanxin said awkwardly: "No, how dare I be angry with you."
Song Qiuchi: "Then you don't even look at me?"
Cheng Luanxin turned her head and looked at Song Qiuchi with a pout: "You want to criticize me again?"
Song Qiuchi was stunned: "What did I criticize you for?"
"I've ruined your personal image again." Cheng Luanxin hesitated, "I really didn't mean to do that. The needle prick was so sudden, I wasn't prepared, and I don't know why I started crying."
Cheng Luanxin continued, "It's done. There's no point blaming me now. We can only work together better next time."
"I don't blame you." Song Qiuchi paused, "I was also wrong this time. I shouldn't have forced you."
Cheng Luanxin blinked: "Really? Why are you so nice today? If it were in the past, you would have scolded me a long time ago."
Song Qiuchi couldn't explain why. In the past, she would have immediately been dissatisfied with Cheng Luanxin's poor image, but today, when she saw Cheng Luanxin's tears falling, she didn't think too much about it. She just thought about how painful it was for her to cause Cheng Luanxin so much pain.
She could only say, "I am reasonable, okay?"
Cheng Luanxin took off her headphones: "Then let's make peace. Actually, I wasn't listening to music. I was just afraid that you would scold me."
Song Qiuchi was helpless: "Am I that scary?"
Cheng Luan thought for a moment and said, "There are many times when I am unreasonable. I should try to be reasonable once in a while."
Song Qiuchi said unhappily, "Then you're really lucky. I finally managed to reason with you, and you managed to catch up."
Cheng Luanxin chuckled: "That's the tone, that's really you."
Song Qiuchi looked at Cheng Luanxin's silly look and softened his heart. He asked without thinking, "Cheng Luanxin, what kind of girls do you like?"
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