Chapter 13 Sour Orange I mean you can get closer to me. ...
Besides Master Tang, the Tang family had a room full of elderly, weak, women and children. It was not convenient for Fang Qingzhuo to stay overnight, so he took a shower and prepared to go back to the car to spend the night.
After leaving the yard, Fang Qingzhuo walked on the country road covered with moonlight. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps in the same rhythm as his. He turned around and saw Luo Shu following behind him.
I thought it was the Tusong dog that Master Tang raised at home, but it looked no different.
"What? Are you planning to steal something or perform an assassination mission so late at night?"
He crossed his arms and teased, his hair was half dry after being washed, and the black hair on his forehead that flowed down made him look more obedient.
"What?" Luo Shu's eyes turned to the air-conditioning blanket in her arms, her kindness being taken for granted. "It's cold at night. I came to bring you a blanket."
Amidst the relative silence, a burst of simple laughter drifted over. The two looked in the direction of the laughter and saw a group of men, women, young and old gathered on the open-air basketball court built at the entrance of the village. In front of them, a screen supported by two long poles was showing an old anti-Japanese movie.
Luo Shu became interested and without saying anything, she pulled Fang Qingzhuo over and said she wanted to treat him to a movie.
Insects chirped constantly in the mountains, and laughter broke out from time to time. The atmosphere was relaxed, but Fang Qingzhuo could not fit in at all. It was just an old, rotten movie. On the contrary, the man next to him, wearing the air-conditioning blanket that was verbally given to him, laughed so hard that he leaned back out of the picture and even laughed so hard that the goose cry drowned out the creaking of the bamboo chair.
Others can't control their tears, but she can't control her laughter.
The worst part was that she'd forgotten herself and slapped Fang Qingzhuo's thigh, so hard it hurt him so much that he frowned and inched his legs back to a safe distance. The more he thought about it, the more he felt unbalanced. It was enough that she'd dragged him to the movies for no reason, and now he'd been slapped for no reason at all.
He suspected Luo Shu did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.
He put his hands in his pockets and touched an orange, then gave a mischievous smile.
Luo Shu was addicted to the movie and never tired of watching the scenes where the Japanese soldiers played tricks on her. Suddenly, she smelled the refreshing fragrance of orange peel. She glanced sideways and saw a half-peeled green orange lying in Fang Qingzhuo's palm. His movements were graceful, as graceful as if he was eating a ritualistic Western meal, and he was also very meticulous, so meticulous that he didn't even miss the veins on the skin.
"Where did you get the oranges?"
"Grandma Yaya stuffed it in."
"You really are so popular with the elders." Luo Shu said half-heartedly, "I don't have any."
"Because you eat more and work less," he shot back.
Luo Shu successfully put on a look of anticipation. It was a pity that she even fed him fish.
Fang Qingzhuo nudged her knee with his knee. She was unhappy: "What for?"
"You'll get all mine."
The surroundings fell silent at the right moment, and the background of the movie was also muted, making his words particularly clear and pleasant.
Fang Qingzhuo teased her as he handed her an unripe orange that he had picked from a branch not long ago.
Luo Shu didn't see the cunning flash in his eyes. She only knew that Fang Qingzhuo had peeled the orange himself, and in a sense, he peeled it so cleanly and carefully for her.
Take it, break it open, tear off a petal and put it in your mouth.
Her cheeks moved twice, and without chewing too much, the sour and astringent feeling quickly swept over her taste buds. Luo Shu ate with a grimace, lowered her head and stroked her lips.
The prank was successful, and Fang Qingzhuo raised one corner of his mouth triumphantly, but what he didn't know was that Luo Shu swallowed back the orange slices and the bitterness like a fool, just like the hot pot, as if as long as it was given by Fang Qingzhuo, she would accept it without complaint.
As the plot reached its climax, everyone present was engrossed in the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Fang Qingzhuo looked indifferent and unable to immerse himself in the story at all. He swore that it was not because he lacked patriotic feelings, but because he was really tired at the moment. Finally, he called out to the person beside him: "Give me the blanket, I want to go back."
Luo Shu's concentration seemed to be glued to the screen, unwilling to move away even a little: "What?"
Fang Qingzhuo twisted his shoulders uncomfortably and repeated loudly: "I said..."
Before he could finish his words, Luo Shu suddenly approached him.
The flickering light and shadow cast on the impudent face so close to him that Fang Qingzhuo forgot what he was going to say next.
The short distance boosted his strength, so close that he could almost smell the other person's breath, like a feather brushing his face. He couldn't help but blink: "What are you trying to do by getting so close?"
"I didn't hear what you said clearly." Luo Shu smiled, her pupils filled with the blue light of the movie, as if the blue of the Danube was not the color of the river water, but the color of the sky, and it seemed as if it was about to overflow.
"so what?"
So how dare she get close to a man without any sense of boundaries?
"So, I mean you can come closer to me."
In an instant, Fang Qingzhuo felt an indescribable feeling out of nowhere, as if someone arrogantly threw a handful of candy into his heart. Why do I say arrogant? Because it was a handful of popping candy.
The rationality in his mind told him that he needed time to buffer and to stay away temporarily. Under Luo Shu's gaze, he stood up with a stern face, and then plunged into the stone stairs without street lights. Behind his steady and resolute figure were only a pair of cold black eyes.
As soon as he got back into the car, Guan Siqi's overseas video calls came one after another.
"Oh my god, why are you still in the car so late at night?"
Guan Siqi casually switched the camera. The sky was full of rosy clouds, the horizon where the sky and water merged was endless, and the sea surface was shimmering.
The next second, the camera followed Guan Siqi's gaze and locked onto a row of blonde and blue-eyed foreign girls wearing bikinis.
"Where's Yangzi? Why are you the only one here?"
“The hotel is in a state of sadness…”
At the same time, Fang Qingzhuo noticed a sneaky figure wandering outside the car door, and then there was a crisp knock on the car window, followed by a second knock, and then a rhythmic third knock.
Guan Siqi also heard something strange: "What's going on there?"
There was still that persistent sound outside the car window, not loud but not ignorable.
"What could it be? It's just a parking toll collector who's illegally parking." He replied.
Without waiting for the other party to believe it or not, I forcibly cut off the call, sighed and pressed the car window. Before I completely landed, someone couldn't wait to reach out with a smiling face and waved to say hello.
Fang Qingzhuo: "If you have to fart, hurry up. I'm going to sleep."
Luo Shu: "Didn't you realize you forgot something?"
Fang Qingzhuo lowered his eyebrows: "No."
Luo Shu: "Use your brain and think about it..."
Fang Qingzhuo interrupted: "I'm not in the mood to play dumb with you."
After being turned away, Luo Shu honestly took out the blanket and presented it high with both hands like an envoy from a vassal state offering tribute to the emperor.
Fang Qingzhuo took the blanket and was about to raise the window button on the center console.
Seeing this, Luo Shu squeezed in half of her head at lightning speed: "Wait..."
I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone go to the guillotine. Fang Qingzhuo urgently withdrew from closing the window and was about to start cursing.
"And the plaster."
Her voice was carried to his ears by the mountain breeze. Fang Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment and tilted his eyes. Luo Shu leaned over the car window and said, "I've been rubbing your shoulders since you came back. I was worried that you wouldn't sleep well at night, so I borrowed a plaster from Master Tang."
He remained silent. On the way back tonight, a small incident happened. Each of the four members of the Tang family carried a bag of rice. No matter how hard-hearted he was, he could not bear to see an elderly man over fifty years old staggering with the heavy load. He gritted his teeth, took the bag of rice from Grandma Yaya's shoulders and carried it for several miles back.
The temperature difference between day and night was huge, and Luo Shu shivered silently. She tightened her rather fancy but useless hollow knitted jacket and said pitifully, "Fang Qingzhuo, it's cold outside. Can I come in and talk?"
Fang Qingzhuo still remained silent, and raised his chin reservedly to signal her to get on the passenger seat.
With the sound of the car door slamming open, the closed compartment was filled with the scent of foreign invaders.
Fang Qingzhuo never expected that he would be at the age of applying a plaster now. Once he accepted this setting, he leaned over the steering wheel and questioned his life. Which step had gone wrong? Two seconds later, he got the answer.
Luo Shu: "Do you need my help?"
Buried under his arms, his voice was muffled: "What do you want to help with?"
"Put on a plaster."
Fang Qingzhuo showed one eye, the one with the mole at the end, and looked her up and down: "If you want to take advantage of me, just say so."
"......" Luo Shu certainly didn't admit it, "I didn't."
"Am I a kid then? Why do you always talk to me like a kid?"
Is there? Luo Shu didn't even realize this problem herself.
"Maybe that's how my dad often communicates with me..."
Glancing at Fang Qingzhuo's increasingly strange look, he said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't treat you as my son."
It seemed like the situation was getting worse. She couldn't just say that this was how she had seen her father treat her mother since she was a child.
Fang Qingzhuo felt it was absurd and withdrew his gaze, which he couldn't tell was from helplessness or disgust. He stood up from the steering wheel and nodded towards the glove box in front of the passenger seat: "Give me a pack of cigarettes."
"Is your shoulder still hurting?" Luo Shu bent over and opened the glove box buckle and asked with concern.
After all, he did exercise and lift weights, but he still underestimated the weight of food. The pain on his shoulders and drilling into his bones was so severe that he almost developed uneven shoulders after one trip. If Guan Siqi dared to waste food again, he would trick him into participating in "Metamorphosis".
After thinking this, Fang Qingzhuo touched the tip of his nose and said defiantly: "It's just so-so."
He reached into the box and said, "Fang Qingzhuo, you must believe that good deeds will be rewarded."
Fang Qingzhuo wasn't sure if he was doing it out of kindness, but it was definitely based on a man's responsibility.
"You said the same thing in the supermarket. Did it pay off?"
"Yes, it's a great blessing." Luo Shu answered casually.
Fang Qingzhuo was amused by the aftereffects of her movie accent, and his shoulders were shaking with laughter as he leaned his head against the back of the chair.
Luo Shu was surprised: "You have parentheses when you smile."
As soon as these words came out, the small brackets on both sides of his mouth gradually disappeared.
"Luo Shu." Fang Qingzhuo looked at her with eyes like a deep well.
"Um."
"I'm curious about something."
"What's up?"
"Forget it, I won't ask anymore."
"..." Luo Shu took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, "Fang Qingzhuo, you are making fun of me!"
He was not trying to make fun of her, he was really curious. In Gu Yang's lingering chat records, she called him "husband" sincerely for every transfer. In fact, he did not agree with Guan Siqi's point of view that she was a gold digger. It was her ability to make a man willingly pay for her. He was not curious about the reason for dumping or blocking her, nor was he curious about whether she liked Gu Yang. He was curious about why Luo Shu was always ashamed to admit the existence of Gu Yang, her ex-boyfriend, and what was her mentality when she made that "if" promise in the supermarket.
What was she after? A thrill? A twisted mind? A way to play with others for fun? What was she up to?
How sincere and how fake are you when facing him?
Fang Qingzhuo stared at the roof of the car, puzzled. If she really asked, he would be the only one who would be embarrassed. She would definitely come up to him with innocent eyes and ask him what he meant. Why didn't Shenzhen University of Technology have a performance major? It would be a waste of her talent to let her study digital media. It would be better not to ask.
Suddenly, a cigarette was inserted into his lips.
He frowned and squinted his eyes. Luo Shu in his pupils suddenly widened. She put a finger close to his lips, sniffed and sniffed again and again. To be more precise, she sniffed at the cigarette. He muttered to himself in surprise, "It smells like plum. Cigarettes really are cigarettes. They really don't deceive me."
This scene was too horrifying. They could easily touch each other's lips with just a move, which was really inconsistent with their current identities and positions.
Luo Shu had hurt Gu Yang before, and he had even agreed to Gu Yang's request. It was not reasonable for him to allow her to break through his defenses again and again.
After gathering his thoughts, he placed his index finger on her forehead and pushed her away: "Don't get this close to me again."
Luo Shu, who was pushed back, asked: "Why?"
"dirty."
"Where am I dirty?"
"I fished all afternoon."
"I've taken a shower and it smells nice. Do you want to smell it?"
They were both silent for a while, and Fang Qingzhuo became angry and said, "Get out of the car!"
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