While waiting for the boss to pack, Lin Sheng saw a small tiger head pendant, and thought of the pendant Tang Le gave him. He wondered what kind of gift he could give him.
Han Zhi saw that he was worried, so he asked, "What are you thinking about? This little tiger is pretty good-looking."
Lin Sheng said tactfully, "I have a friend who gave me a pendant. I wanted to give him a gift in return, but I didn't know what to choose."
Hearing the hesitation and shyness in his words, Han Zhi guessed and then said, "Is it a gift for your sweetheart? That's why you've been struggling with it for so long."
Han Zhi took the little tiger hanging on the shelf and stuffed it into Lin Sheng's hand, saying, "If you like it, you might as well give it away boldly."
Lin Sheng blinked in surprise, glanced at the little tiger in his hand, then looked at Han Zhi, who looked righteous in front of him, and hurriedly explained: "No, we are just friends, him and I..."
Lin Sheng's voice became softer and softer, and finally he lowered his head and remained silent. When Han Zhi leaned over to check, Lin Sheng suddenly raised his head.
Their eyes met, their faces so close that they could feel each other's breath, warm on their faces.
Han Zhi quickly turned his head away, put his hands behind his back and shortened the distance between them, his face flushed a little.
Lin Sheng stood there motionless, completely stunned, his face flushed like the bottom of a red-hot pot, with a sense of heat.
The boss handed the wrapped comb to Lin Sheng and said politely, "Your comb is wrapped, please take it."
Lin Sheng took the package stiffly, handed the little tiger to the boss, and said in a slightly stiff voice, "Please, please pack this for me too."
Lin Sheng was a little hesitant and secretly glanced at Han Zhi behind him. Seeing that he still had his hands behind his back and did not turn around, the blush on his face gradually faded.
After taking the gift, Lin Sheng walked forward and called Han Zhi: "Let's go and take a look at the front."
Lin Sheng's voice at this moment was extremely gentle and delicate, making people feel a little numb.
The two kept a distance and walked aimlessly on the street, looking left and right, but not daring to look at each other, as if they had done something wrong.
After a long pause, Han Zhi spoke first. He hesitated for a moment, then boldly asked, "What else do you want to buy? When are you going back?"
Before he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared nearby. Han Zhi took off a mask from the stall and put it on his face with lightning speed, thus completing his disguise.
Lin Sheng was stunned by his actions and gradually became suspicious.
Han Zhi glanced sideways at the crowd next to him, and only after confirming that the man had left did he dare to turn around.
Facing Lin Sheng staring at him quietly, Han Zhi shrugged helplessly, then took off the mask and returned it to the stall owner. Lin Sheng walked over to him and couldn't help asking.
"Are you hiding from people?"
Han Zhi could only nod awkwardly, then murmured, "I may not be able to accompany you anymore. Next time when I have money, I will go to that shop to find you."
Lin Sheng agreed lightly, then asked urgently, "Okay. Then if I want to find you, where can I go?"
Han Zhi had already walked quite a distance by this time, and only heard a loud voice coming from the crowd.
"The place where we first met."
As the sound disappeared, this strange beggar seemed to be pulled out of his originally peaceful world, and suddenly felt that the surroundings became much quieter.
Lin Sheng looked at the bustling passers-by on the street, but didn't feel it was lively at all. He was quite happy in the last second, and deserted in the next second.
He was looking forward to meeting him next time, silently hoping that they could see each other again soon, but he was vaguely worried in his heart whether he would be able to see him again next time.
Nearing evening, Lin Sheng finally reunited with Lin Wu and the others. Lin Wu and Fu Yanzhi had a great harvest today and bought so many things that they filled two carriages.
Lin Wu was so happy that the two of them were eager to go back as soon as possible so that they could hand all these things over to Lin Mo and complete the mission successfully.
After Lin Wu finished laughing, he did not forget to ask Lu Amo and Lao Gu to pack up their things and set off before it got completely dark.
The pickled fish shop closed its door, and Lao Gu posted a notice on the door with red paper, which read: The owner is pregnant, so he will be closed for three days.
The group happily took their valuables and drove their carriage towards the village.
Along the way, Lin Wu and Fu Yanzhi were talking and laughing, and would burst into laughter from time to time, but compared to Lin Sheng in the car, they seemed extremely quiet, a little too quiet.
Fu Yanzhi was observant. He noticed that Lin Sheng was not as happy as when he came, so he leaned close to Lin Wu's ear and quietly reminded him.
"Awu, your elder brother hasn't said a word since he got on the bus. He doesn't look very happy. I'll switch with you, and you go and take a look."
Lin Wu was talking and laughing just now, but when he heard what Fu Yanzhi said, he instantly became quiet. He glanced at the people in the car behind him and carefully changed seats with Fu Yanzhi.
Lin Sheng was holding the gift he bought on the street today, with his head lowered, looking a little listless.
Lin Wu asked carefully: "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Sheng then raised his head slightly and forced a forced smile on his face, but he really couldn't laugh. Even the sound of his response was a bit decadent.
"No, no, I just feel a little tired. I just need to rest."
As he spoke, Lin Sheng found a comfortable position to lean on, his eyes fixed on the dark scenery outside the window.
Lin Wu couldn't explain it, he just felt that after being out for a day today, his elder brother seemed like a different person. He was fine when he came, but seemed like a lost soul when he left.
Lin Sheng was looking out the window the whole time, but he knew in his heart that it was pitch black and there was nothing there. He was just thinking about something or someone in a daze.
The car had been away from the town for some time. The weather in the town was originally good, but in less than half an hour, it started to rain heavily.
Han Zhi changed the clothes Lin Sheng gave him into the beggar's clothes he usually wore. He was hiding under someone else's eaves to avoid the rain. Fearing that his good clothes would get dirty, he specially found a few banana leaves and wrapped them up.
In the pouring rain, a figure in black clothes, holding a large oil-paper umbrella, was walking through the deserted streets, calling out loudly, continuing to look for the person he was looking for.
"Sir, where are you? Sir, stop making trouble and come out quickly."
Han Zhi hid in the corner with his clothes wet by the rain. He was shivering and biting his lips, avoiding the man without saying a word.
Even if he became a beggar outside, he would not go back and admit his mistakes, because he did nothing wrong!
"Sir, where are you? Go home and apologize to the master. Sir, do you hear me? I hear you reply, sir."
Mingfan kept shouting, but no one responded. He thought Han Zhi was hiding on purpose so that they couldn't find him.
I know it very well, but I can't do anything about it.
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