In the evening.
The setting sun casts its orange-red afterglow on the surface of the lake in East Lake Park.
By the East Lake, the breeze blows gently, and the weeping willows sway.
"Situ—Wen Yao!"
Feng Youqing grabbed Situ Wenyao's ears fiercely and said unhappily:
"Do you know how to take pictures? Or did you do it on purpose?"
"At least take a picture of me, right?"
"Look, is the female ghost in here me?!"
As she spoke, she put the phone screen in front of Situ Wenyao.
The image of myself in the photo is distorted and the lighting is weird. I do look a bit like a female ghost.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Situ Wenyao grimaced in pain, his body almost twisted together, and he begged for mercy:
"I think it's beautiful...it really has a unique artistic feel."
"How can it be good-looking? You've made me look like a ghost, and it still looks good?" Feng Youqing was even more furious when she heard this.
The hand that was pulling Situ Wenyao's ear increased its strength a few more times, and the other hand reached into Situ Wenyao's school uniform, accurately grabbed a piece of flesh on his waist, and twisted it hard.
"hiss......"
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
This time, Situ Wenyao gasped in pain and almost cried, begging for mercy again:
"Is it possible that you're just too beautiful, so you look good in any photo?"
"Slippery-mouthed, just like a scumbag."
Hearing this, Feng Youqing said something, but still let go of her hand. Then she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin slightly, looking like a female general.
Situ Wenyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, covering his red ear with one hand and supporting his waist with the other, his whole posture was weird.
Humble.
It's really too humble.
Looking at his useless appearance, Feng Youqing snorted unhappily:
"Look at how miserable you are. How could I have a childhood sweetheart like you?"
"What bad luck."
"Yes, yes..." Situ Wenyao nodded and bowed quickly, like a lackey.
It's better to be scolded than to be beaten.
There was nothing they could do about it, since they had been in the same class since kindergarten and had been in the same class all the way.
He was beaten by Feng Youqing since he was a child.
Basically, a small beating every three days and a big beating every day.
After being beaten many times, I gradually got used to it.
"Hajiyao, I like Gu Luo."
Feng Youqing suddenly said this at this time, and then stared at him without blinking.
Hearing this, Situ Wenyao was slightly stunned. Before his brain had time to think, his mouth subconsciously answered:
"I like Gu Luo more than you..."
Then I got punched hard in the stomach.
"hiss......"
Situ Wenyao's face twisted into a knot immediately, he covered his stomach and slowly squatted down.
"I - said - I - like - Gu - Luo." Feng Youqing looked down at him, slurring every word coldly.
Situ Wenyao shuddered, hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively: "Then I... I won't compete with you..."
"Think – about – the – answer." Feng Youqing laughed out of anger, but this smile was extremely terrifying. He just tilted his head and squinted his eyes.
For a moment, Situ Wenyao felt that she was a Shura from the underworld.
If I don’t answer well again, I might be beaten to death on the spot.
He took a deep breath and said:
"What I mean is... your love for Gu Luo is the same as my love for Gu Luo..."
"They're all just plain nerds."
"continue."
The expression on Feng Youqing's face eased a little.
".....Qian has agreed for us...that we will get married in the future..." As Situ Wenyao spoke, scenes emerged in his mind.
One day before, Feng Youqing blocked him in the park and said in a domineering manner that he must marry her and be her punching bag for the rest of his life.
At that time, I did not agree at first.
After being severely beaten, he finally agreed.
"Oh, then why aren't you jealous?"
Feng Youqing questioned her at this time.
Hearing this, Situ Wenyao felt a pang of anxiety and asked tentatively, "If I...if I get jealous, what will you do?"
"Beat you."
Feng Youqing answered promptly and concisely.
“…”
Situ Wenyao raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, "Then can I not be jealous..."
Feng Youqing slowly extended an index finger and shook it: "No, you are jealous."
“…”
Situ Wenyao opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then changed the question: "Then...what can I do to avoid being beaten?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Feng Youqing looked at him seriously. "Haven't you heard the saying? Beating is love, scolding is affection."
After a pause, she clenched her fists, squinted her eyes and asked:
"Why, do you have any objections?"
“No…it’s just…”
Situ Wenyao wanted to say something, but at this moment, a slightly old voice came from behind him.
"Little bitch."
When they turned around, they saw an old man who was picking up rubbish limping towards them with a smile on his face.
It was the lame old man whom I had met once before.
"Hello, Grandpa."
Situ Wenyao held his stomach, slowly stood up, forced a smile on his face, and greeted politely.
"...Hello, Grandpa."
Feng Youqing immediately became well-behaved, her voice became several shades sweeter, but her expression was a little strange.
Little bitch?
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