Chapter 29 Yearning

Ran Xing looked at the large characters, and silently posted for a while, not because he was caught by these words, but felt that Fu Dashen not only had a good-looking appearance, but also had a sweet mouth with a sweet mouth.

But the man's mouth, the lying ghost.

It's okay to listen to this kind of words.

Ran Xing will never be naive enough to believe such sweet words.

Although Chengdu has developed very well in recent years, it is still inferior to the Yangtze River Delta. Fu Xuechen is too good. His future will be the world's top universities, first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, not Chengdu, which is located in the southwest corner. .

She turned her head to look at him subconsciously, her eyes fixed on his lips inexplicably. Fu Xuechen's lips were not the thin, blade-like lips described in the novel. On the contrary, his lips were thicker and fleshier.

Many thick lips give the impression of being earthy, but very few are sexy and seductive. Fu Xuechen belongs to the latter category. His lips are well-shaped and angular. He has a clean and immortal appearance, but his lips give off a color and desire. Feeling, people can not help but want to kiss fiercely.

And staring at people's lips in a daze like this has a hint of "wanting to kiss".

Ran Xing is by no means "wanting to kiss". Her little deer's eyes are clean and there is no desire at all.

Fu Xuechen clearly realized that she was staring at his lips, and he raised the corners of his lips to reveal a light smile, and let her look openly and generously.

In the bright and whitish light of noon, the picture of the young man smiling in your sight is clean, holy, rippling, and provocative, making people unable to help scream in the bottom of their hearts: ahhhhhh, this is too sweet. !

Seeing him laughing, Ran Xing lost his laugh, turned his head to concentrate on his schoolwork again, and had another impression of Fu Xuechen in his mind: not only has a sweet mouth, but also a sweet personality!

Co-author Fu Xuechen took the sweet and lovely route!

Relying on a daze and cranky thinking, two boring online substitute lessons were just passed away.

After class, Ran Xing hurriedly stuffed the stationery and textbooks into the canvas bag, got up and left.

Fu Xuechen followed behind her and called out with a chuckle, "Ran Xing..."

Ran Xing didn't say a word, and walked quickly to the stairs, without even looking at him, as if I didn't plan to start with you and I wouldn't pay any attention to you.

Not only that, she looked a little irritable and disturbed.

It's true that Fu Xuechen didn't touch her bottom line like Wu Chang did. Even if he teased, he was quite measured, and he wouldn't look like a young master.

However, Ran Xing still finds it very troublesome, even troubled, and feels that I have rejected you so many times that you don't understand people's language, please don't stalk you.

This kind of irritability made Ran Xing's refusal from a kind voice to become aloof and ignorant.

Fu Xuechen chased after her. Seeing the little girl's expression of indifference and even disgust, he slowly began to lose his mind. After all, he was just a boy under nineteen, even if he could deal with his insomnia by relying on his superb emotional intelligence. Negative emotions, but the little girl he likes ignores and even starts to get bored with his ruthlessness, so he is particularly frustrated.

Ran Xing is definitely the most difficult math problem he has ever encountered in his life.

Facing her, he didn't have any solution.

With a rare serious look, he emphasized seriously: "Ran Xing, I've been interested in you since the beginning."

Ran Xing turned a deaf ear and walked downstairs quickly.

Fu Xuechen quickened his pace and followed, lowered his voice and said a little irritably, "Why don't you look down on me?"

Ran Xing remained silent and walked forward.

At the corner of the stairs, Fu Xuechen took a quick step, blocked her in front of her, stopped her at the corner of the corridor, looked down at her condescendingly, and vowed to answer: "Why?"

Ran Xing was very annoyed, she exhaled a long breath, and then looked up at Fu Xuechen: "I don't look down on you, it's my own problem, I told you, I don't plan to fall in love!"

Fu Xuechen gradually understood the crux of the problem, this girl had no plans to fall in love, she never planned to start, so no matter how much she flirted with her, she would remain calm.

He stared at her for a moment, with a domineering command tone, and said, "Then plan from now on."

Ran Xing looked "Hu?!".

Fu Xuechen's mood improved a little, and he asked suddenly, "Do you remember the pot of powder palm I gave you?"

Of course, Ran Xing remembered the potted plant with unique petals. The pot of pink palm rested on her table. She originally wanted to return it to him, but she kept forgetting about it.

Fu Xuechen's voice gradually returned to the slow and melodious voice of the past, and said, "Do you know the flower language of Fanzhang?"

Ran Xing shook his head blankly.

Fu Xuechen told her the answer frankly: "The yearning for a beautiful love."

Ran Xing was stunned, the potted plant was ordinary, but it had a very beautiful flower language.

Fu Xuechen said slowly, "I raised that pot of powder palm in my first year of high school. I was fifteen years old at that time, a high school student, young and budding, and suddenly I wanted to fall in love or something, but a person like me is not qualified to fall in love. . Then I raised the pot of powder palm, and I thought, maybe, one day, I will meet the right person who makes me want to fall in love, and then I will give this pot of powder palm to her. "

Ran Xing was startled, his eyes that were as clear and clean as a deer stared at him, a complex light flashed across his dark pupils, and his cold and beautiful face loosened for a moment.

She thought of the way he stubbornly and awkwardly shoved the basin of powder palm into her and refused to take it back.

It was also from that time that he started flirting with her, and then there were all kinds of intersections later.

Fu Xuechen's voice was a bit sandy: "Ran Xing, you are so smart, you should know what I mean!"

Ran Xing is not stupid, of course she guessed what he wanted to say, but she started to rebel inexplicably, and subconsciously replied: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Fu Xuechen smiled lowly and said, "Then let me tell you!"

Ran Xing didn't turn his head, expressing that he didn't want to listen.

Fu Xuechen lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Ran Xing, you are all my longing for love."

Hot breath spilled on her ear, ambiguous words invaded her mind...

Ran Xing took a step back in shock, as if he had been scalded.

Behind her are the tiles of the teaching building, which should be icy cold, but in the autumn weather, even the tiles are scalding hot.

She needs to cool down, but the hot tiles make her whole body hot, and her heart is hot.

Just ask, who in this world would grow a potted plant like Fu Xuechen, whose language is "longing for a beautiful love", and then give it to a girl solemnly one day.

Ran Xing had never been moved by Fu Xuechen, but at this moment, he was still moved by him.

She had a feeling that her soul was shaken.

Goosebumps are numb.

After all, who doesn't yearn for love?

The feeling of finding a soulmate among hundreds of millions of people who can accompany you for a lifetime is like the eighth wonder of mankind.

Even though Ran Xing didn't want to fall in love, she still believed in love, she just didn't believe that love would happen to her.

Fu Xuechen looked at the girl who was shrinking back, and didn't intend to let her go at all. He took a step forward, approached, and then continued: "So, Ran Xing, please take a look at me, okay?"

"You just have to keep your eyes on me, and in a little while, you'll know how good I am."

"Ran Xing, give me a chance and try it with me."

"If we're right for each other, it's best; if it's not right, you dump me, and I'll never pester you again."

Ran Xing looked at the boy who was close at hand, he was really tall, the big man in the 18th century was there, unreasonably deep and pressing, when he got close to her, he trapped her in front of the tiles and him, oppressing her. Full of feeling.

Ran Xing took a deep breath, her long curly eyelashes trembled slightly, she restrained all the ups and downs of her thoughts, and said calmly and calmly: "I forgot to return that potted plant before, I will return it to you later! "

Back to you, back to you, back to you...

Fu Xuechen only felt that... a mouthful of old blood was about to be coughed up.

He blinked and sighed, "Don't pay it back."

Ran Xing's cheeks are bulging, pure and ignorant, cute and innocent.

Fu Xuechen looked at the doll's delicate and lovely face, and there was only a deep sense of disappointment and frustration.

Life, how can it be so smooth.

Asking for nothing is the norm!

Fu Xuechen's character is calm and broad, but at the moment his expression is undisguised as gray and dejected, he said lazily: "Fenzhang likes the shade, if you don't like it, hold that potted plant in the sun for a few days, and it will fade away. It's dead. That pot of powder palm, I only intend to give it to you. As far as I am concerned, except for you, everything else is in the future, I don't plan to do it. "

Fu Xuechen didn't even know what kind of hope and what kind of despair he spoke to Ran Xing like this.

He felt-

Ran Xing, you better love me.

If you don't love me, let my potted plants die in the sun, and let me die suddenly one day in the future.

Ran Xing agreed indifferently and normally: "Then I will dry your powder palm to death and send you a photo."

Fu Xuechen: "…………"

The little girl is really hard-hearted and ruthless!

Fu Xuechen's eyes flickered with hurt. He is a proud boy after all, and he can't do anything to force a little girl to like him. That's enough.

He took two steps back, letting Kai Ran wake up and go downstairs.

A little further away, Ran Xing could still clearly see the decadence in Fu Xuechen's expression, plus the haggardness and dark circles on his face because he hadn't slept well, the young man who used to be flamboyant and wanton in the past, now looks particularly lonely and lonely. Pitiful.

She... hurt him.

The rejection of his confession in public didn't hurt him, and the rejection of his flirting and confession over and over again didn't hurt him, but now she... really hurt him.

Fu Xuechen is the kind of boy who is like a vixen. He has always been lazy and careless, as if nothing can hurt him, but just now, he took off his mask, peeled off his disguise, and calmly and sincerely He opened his heart and gave her a look.

He was so sincere that he didn't impress her, and he was sad.

Ran Xing's long eyelashes fanned, not knowing how to comfort, let alone comforting.

She strode forward, passed Fu Xuechen, and went downstairs to leave.

After going straight down this flight of stairs, Ran Xing couldn't help but turn around to look at him. Fu Xuechen stood there with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking, but he couldn't stop the slack feeling all over his body.

Ran Xing never calmed down Ninghe's state of mind, but finally loosened up, and she felt annoyed for a moment.

She didn't want to hurt him, but she still hurt him.

Compared to this sluggish Fu Xuechen, she still prefers to see Fu Xuechen who is arrogant and unrestrained.

A young man like Fu Xuechen should be shining brightly!

Ran Xing scratched his hair in annoyance, scratched again, and didn't know what to do, so he left without looking back.

Ran Xing returned to the dormitory, and the first thing he did when he put down his canvas bag was to carry the potted plant on the desk to the balcony.

Fanzhang likes shade, and it can dry up without water for a while. In the next week, during the National Day holiday and the high temperature in Hangzhou, she and her roommate will go home. This shade-loving pot will be left unattended for a week, and it will definitely wither quickly. .

At that time, she took a photo and sent it to Fu Xuechen, believe that Fu Xuechen could definitely understand her decision.

Yuan Qian watched her carry the potted plant to the balcony, and was extremely surprised: "This potted plant likes shade, so it shouldn't be exposed to the sun!"

Ran Xing replied in a sweet voice: "It's really not allowed to be exposed to the sun, but I'm going to kill it in the sun."

In the bedroom, friends naturally tell each other all kinds of trivial things, and Ran Xing is someone who can't hide things, so of course, the source of this potted plant is told to Yuan Qian.

Seeing Ran Xing's behavior, Yuan Qian naturally knew that Fu Xuechen had provoked her again in the online substitute class, Yuan Qian raised her eyebrows and asked with concern, "What did Fu Xuechen say to you, why did you take this potted plant to dry as soon as you came back? ."

Ran Xing stood on the balcony and looked at the pink palm placed on the window, his thoughts drifted away and his voice was a little erratic: "He told me that the flower language of the pink palm was 'the yearning for a beautiful love', and then he followed me again. Saying that he gave me the powder palm means 'I am all his longing for love'."

Yuan Qian was stunned for a moment. She never thought that a straight man from science and engineering would be so literary and artistic.

Ran Xing smiled and complained, "Yeah, you can pass level six with love words."

Ran Xing thought of Fu Xuechen's love words, and only thought that Fu Xuechen was not as arrogant and cold as a handsome man at all, on the contrary, his mouth was sweet and sweet.

But then thought of it again, the picture of him standing at the corner of the stairs full of frustration, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

When he said those words, she was really touched, and she was unparalleled sure that Fu Xuechen really liked her.

No matter how lazy he usually is, he doesn't look straight, but at that moment, he really showed his heart to her.

He likes her, he likes her very much.

Ran Xing's right hand carefully stroked the heart-shaped petals of the pink palm.

With his left hand, he touched his heart.

She asked herself, what about you, do you like him, or, will Fu Xuechen be your love?

In the era of information explosion, stars, novels, animations, etc. have made our psychological thresholds infinitely high, and heartbeats have become so difficult.

She is also a slightly withdrawn and indifferent girl, and she has never been moved by anyone since she was a child.

But even if he wasn't moved, he would still be moved by that kind of Fu Xuechen!

Ran Xing's cheeks bulged into a bun, she held the pot of powder palm resignedly, and put it back on the desk.

Yuan Qian was funny: "Don't you want to kill it!"

Ran Xing took out the spray bottle, sprayed the potted plants with water, and then took out the paper to dry the excess water, she said indifferently: "The flowers and plants are so innocent, what kind of skill is it to kill a potted plant."

Yuan Shallow-skinned: "There's something to kill Fu Xuechen, right!"

Ran Xing looked at Yuan Qian faintly, and sighed, "Qian Qian, you are so rude!"

Yuan Qian's skin was not as thick as Ran Xing's, and he blushed at the teasing: "I didn't mean that."

Ran Xing didn't make a sound, and said in his heart, she really meant that!

She once again looked at the pot of powder palm, the owner of the powder palm, a beautiful face in a prosperous age, excellent in school, strong in aura, and obviously has the capital of willful and arrogant, but her personality is unexpectedly good, and she doesn't seem to be easy to get along with.

Fu Xuechen is really the kind of boy you will be attracted to just by looking at him.

He will never be ashamed of the name of the Great God.

So, wanna try it?

Ran Xing was a little confused, but fortunately she had time to make a decision. She took out her phone, clicked on WeChat, and sent a circle of friends: "See you at ten tonight in Chengdu!"

Go home for a long vacation first, and then worry about this kind of thing!

The author has something to say: Fu Shen: If I don't fall in love, I will die suddenly for you to see!!!!!!!!!!1

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