By nine o'clock in the evening, the night had already become very dark.
The sky lost its last trace of strange color and turned into a piece of quiet black velvet, dotted with a few early-rising stars, but their halos were dim, as faint as salt grains blown away by the wind.
The more developed the city, the more this is the case; you can't see the bright stars.
The streetlights on both sides of the moat lit up one after another, and the warm yellow light beams pierced the ground, illuminating the bluestone road so brightly that even the veins on the ginkgo leaves on the roadside could be seen clearly, but the leaves had long been curled up by the autumn wind and lay dryly on the ground.
Gu Luo pushed the wheelchair, and the wheels rolled over a half-wet fallen leaf, making a soft "puff" sound - there had been a light rain in the evening, and there was still moisture in the air, mixed with the last faint fragrance of the osmanthus tree on the shore, which felt cool when inhaled into the lungs.
The last time we met in the moat in the middle of the night was just an accident. This time, I won’t choose the middle of the night, otherwise I would really become a perverted lolita control.
Neither of them spoke.
Tang Xiaoxiao kept looking at the river, but at this moment the water surface had turned dark ink-black. Only the lights from the street lamps and the residential buildings on the opposite bank shone into the river, reflecting patches of silver light, as if someone had scattered broken mirrors into the water.
The wind was a little stronger than in the evening, causing the hem of her light apricot knitted skirt to swirl gently, and a layer of very light goose bumps appeared on her exposed arms. Her fingertips unconsciously touched her numb legs.
What does it feel like to have goose bumps on your legs?
It’s been too long, I’ve forgotten it.
I probably won't have the chance to experience it in this lifetime.
At this time, sporadic laughter came from a distant street corner, probably from young people returning home late. The voices were dragged long by the wind and dissipated before they could get close.
Most of the benches on the shore were empty, except for the one farthest away where an old man dozed off. A Peking opera was playing on the radio, the tune rising and falling, but mixed with the sound of the water it wasn't loud enough.
Gu Luo lowered his head to glance at Tang Xiaoxiao's profile. The light cast a small shadow on the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes drooped, like two quiet little butterflies.
He slowed down the force with which he pushed the wheelchair, and the wheels made a lighter rustling sound as they slid across the stone slabs, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.
"It's past nine o'clock."
Gu Luo glanced at his phone and said softly, "This is the beginning of the conversation."
His eyes fell on the lighted windows of a distant residential building, and he immediately asked:
"Are you cold?"
Tang Xiaoxiao then retracted her gaze. When she raised her head, the breeze just happened to blow up a strand of hair behind her ear, sweeping across her delicate little jaw.
She didn't answer immediately, but just breathed gently into the air - there was no white mist, only a very light air flow, carrying the faint scent of laundry detergent on her body, passing over the back of Gu Luo's hand like a feather.
"It's not cold, it's quite cool."
"That's good. Tell me if you feel cold."
Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of something and asked, "Brother Gu Luo, are Situ Wenyao from your school and your class sports committee member really a couple? I see everyone in the group saying so."
She was quite interested in Situ Wen Yao, and the reason why Gu Luo told Gu Ximan and others was that Situ Wen Yao had something to talk to him about.
"Yeah, they're a couple."
Gu Luo answered immediately without even thinking.
Best friends are meant to be tricked.
Besides, Hajiyao obviously likes the feeling of being noticed.
All I can say is that they have figured out the black-red-is-also-red marketing.
As a result, few boys dare to turn their backs on Guangya.
The two chatted briefly about some people and things in Guangya, but Tang Xiaoxiao was not in a good mood and soon said that she wanted to be alone and get some fresh air.
Gu Luo knew that the little girl missed her grandparents and needed time to digest her emotions, so he pushed her to the edge of the fence and sat on a bench not far behind.
I took advantage of this time to open the Penguin account.
Agreed to the friend request with the note "Editor-Universe".
It's finally time to sign the contract.
The universe sends messages every second.
[Universe: What's Panda Dada's name? If my guess is correct, Dada must be a smurf account created by some great player, right? Based on the writing style and the context, I already have a few candidates in mind.]
【熊猫要熙熙】is Gu Luo's pen name.
Gu Luo looked at the message. Normally, he would have teased the editor, but now seemed like the wrong time, so he typed a reply:
[Panda: Editor, you misunderstood. I am a human being.]
[Universe: I understand, I understand. Don't worry, if you want to tell me, I will absolutely keep my mouth shut. It's okay if you don't want to tell me.]
It's no wonder that Yuzhou doesn't believe it. Judging from the plot and writing style, it is definitely not something that anyone can write. In addition, there are indeed many big guys who like to open smurf accounts to publish books. Some of them are simply out of bad taste, wanting to pretend to be smart and be shocked by others, enjoying that kind of perverted pleasure; some of them have failed several novels in a row, and they feel embarrassed to ask the original editor to open a book again, so they will find their junior editor.
I just don't know what the situation is with this [Panda Wants Xixi], but it's definitely not a human. As an editor, he can still tell that.
It's just that, normally speaking, this idea and logic are indeed correct, but...
Who would have thought that Gu Luo was such a cheater?
Gu Luo didn't want to waste any more words, so he just sent a screenshot of the real-name authentication in the background.
Panda: Pictures
[Panda: I'm such a fool. I'm still in school, in the second grade.]
The other side was silent for two and a half minutes.
Gu Luo was not in a hurry to urge her, waiting for a chance to recover. His eyes fell on Tang Xiaoxiao's back, and his heart suddenly felt a little sad.
Disability, burdened by family, long-term loneliness, grandparents divorced...
He's obviously just a child.
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