Today is another day to praise yourself!
Lin Xuanjiao went to the backyard to tidy herself up. Perhaps because it was still early, none of the so many people in the educated youth dormitory had gotten up.
After tidying herself up, Lin Xuanjiao returned to the house and took out her small shoulder bag. She had packed the contents of the bag last night, including the letter of introduction, banknotes, and tissues.
Lin Xuanjiao was ready to go out with her small bag. She had originally thought that she would go find Song Ying'an after she left the house. Unexpectedly, when she opened the gate of the Youth House, she saw Song Ying'an already standing there waiting. She didn't know how long he had been waiting.
Looking at Song Ying'an who wrapped herself up again, Lin Xuanjiao opened her mouth to say something, but finally swallowed what she wanted to say.
This trip to the county town would definitely bring him a lot of people. Song Ying'an wrapped himself up so tightly because he didn't want to show his appearance. If he didn't want to show it to others, then he wouldn't show it to them! Sometimes she didn't want to push too hard.
When she reached Song Ying'an, the first thing Lin Xuanjiao said to him was, "Why are you here so early? How long have you been standing here?"
Song Ying'an's voice was still gentle: "It wasn't long, I just stood there for a while, why did you get up so early?"
After saying this, Song Ying'an looked at Lin Xuanjiao's face again. Because Lin Xuanjiao had fair skin, the dark circles under her eyes were particularly obvious.
It seemed even darker than last night. Thinking of this, Song Yingan's tone was very worried: "Didn't you fall asleep last night?"
Mentioning what happened last night, Lin Xuanjiao's face was full of fatigue, and she looked like she didn't want to say more: "It's strange that I could sleep."
After saying this, Lin Xuanjiao looked Song Yingan up and down, making Song Yingan feel uncomfortable.
As soon as he got nervous, Song Yingan's old habit came out again: "You...you...what's wrong with you?"
Lin Xuanjiao shook her head to indicate that nothing had happened, then she asked, "You don't snore when you sleep, do you? If you do snore, then we'll have to sleep in separate rooms from now on."
Song Yingan hurriedly shook his head and clarified to himself: "I never snore when I sleep."
Lin Xuanjiao finally felt relieved: "As long as you're not snoring, it's time to go!"
At this point, Lin Xuanjiao looked at the bicycle next to Song Yingan and asked, "Is this your bicycle?"
Song Ying'an nodded: "We need to ride bicycles to get to town, otherwise it will take a long time to walk."
Lin Xuanjiao didn't ask any more questions: "Then hurry up and get in the car!"
Seeing Lin Xuanjiao urging him, Song Ying'an didn't say anything more and just got on his bike.
Now all that was left for Lin Xuanjiao was the back seat of the bicycle, which looked noticeably taller than later models. She estimated the height and mentally thanked her long legs, otherwise it would have been difficult to climb up.
However, because she was wearing a skirt today, she had to sit sideways if she wanted to go up. This posture made Lin Xuanjiao feel a little dangerous, so she hesitated to go up.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao hadn't come up yet, Song Ying'an was a little confused: "What happened? Jiaojiao, why haven't you come up yet?"
Lin Xuanjiao gritted her teeth. She wasn't even afraid of a few men rushing up to beat her up, so why would she be afraid of this little bicycle? It was just a bicycle, wasn't it? What was there to be afraid of?
With this thought in mind, Lin Xuanjiao sat down on the back seat of the bicycle.
Because the movement was so forceful, the bicycle shook. Lin Xuanjiao was so frightened that she grabbed Song Yingan's clothes and complained, "Song Yingan, what are you doing? The bicycle is about to fall over. Is your riding skill so bad?"
Song Yingan said good-temperedly, "It's all my fault. Remember to hold on to your clothes with your hands and don't let them fall."
Hearing the last few words, Lin Xuanjiao gripped Song Yingan's clothes even tighter and warned her, "If I fall today, I will never let you go."
Song Ying'an smiled with his lips curved, but unfortunately his face was covered tightly, so Lin Xuanjiao couldn't see it.
Fortunately, Song Yingan's cycling skills were pretty good, and he made it safely to the town.
When they arrived in town, Lin Xuanjiao got off the bike and looked at the bicycle and asked, "Where are you going to put this bike? We can't take it with us to the county town."
"I have a way to do this, don't worry about it. We should go have breakfast now."
"Oh!" Lin Xuanjiao responded, raising her wrist to check her watch. "Only twenty minutes left. Can we grab the bus after breakfast?"
Song Ying'an pushed his bicycle to a door and knocked. Then, he answered Lin Xuanjiao's question, "We can make it. It's plenty of time for breakfast now. The bus ride is so long! We have to eat."
Before Lin Xuanjiao figured out who Song Yingan was knocking on the door for, she saw the door open.
The person who opened the door was a younger-looking man. His hair was messy and it was obvious that he had just gotten out of bed.
Xiang Nanxing originally wanted to see which idiot was knocking on his door so early in the morning and disturbing his sleep, and was about to scold the person who knocked on the door.
The anger in his heart disappeared immediately when he saw the person knocking on the door. This person was his bread and butter. Not to mention that he came knocking on his door so early in the morning, he wouldn't even complain even if someone shit on his head.
Xiang Nanxing smiled stiffly: "Brother, why did you come so early today? There are not many goods here."
Song Ying'an didn't have the time to argue with Xiang Nanxing, so he said directly: "I'm not buying anything. I'll leave my bike with you for a while and I'll pick it up in the afternoon. Is that okay?"
Seeing that he was not buying anything, Xiang Nanxing's attitude was still very good: "Okay, brother! You can rest assured to leave your bicycle with me! It will definitely not be lost."
After saying this, Xiang Nanxing consciously moved the bicycle to his own yard.
While moving the bicycle, Xiang Nanxing saw a good-looking comrade staring at him intently, which made him, a grown man, blush.
He hurriedly lowered his head and moved the bicycle in his hand to the backyard, then whispered to Song Yingan: "Brother, is that beautiful lesbian your partner?"
When mentioning Lin Xuanjiao, Song Ying'an's tone was very gentle: "Not a partner!"
Xiang Nanxing just breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, such a beautiful lesbian was single. This meant that he might still have a chance.
Just when Xiang Nanxing was feeling hopeful, he heard Song Ying'an add, "She is my future wife."
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