Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

On their first date after they confirmed their relationship, after coming out of West Lake, Song Yuchen took Nan Xiang into a movie theater.

The two of them quickly arrived at the theater with their fingers intertwined. Nan Xiang looked at the man in the mask in front of her, blinked, and asked in sign language: "We won't be discovered...right?"

Song Yuchen knew that she was worried about being recognized by fans, so he shook his head gently, took her into his arms, stroked her hair with his palm, and said in a low and gentle voice:

"will not."

Nan Xiang was skeptical, but she really enjoyed her boyfriend's closeness.

She thought that if she was really recognized and caused a sensation, she could just sneak away and leave the rest to her boyfriend.

Song Yuchen read her innocent eyes and chuckled. He grabbed her hand and put it on his face. Tenderness flowed in his dark pupils. He deliberately lowered his voice and dragged the ending tone lightly:

"If I'm discovered by the fans, Nian Nian won't abandon me, right?"

The name "Niannian" made Nan Xiang's ears burn - her pen name is "Su Nian Yi Qing Huan", and readers call her "Su Nian Da Da" or "Qing Huan Da Da". This is the first time someone called her that, and it was her boyfriend who had just become her official boyfriend.

She shook her head hurriedly. Although she felt a little guilty, she soon fell into his pleasant voice:

"will not!"

Song Yuchen stared at her for a moment and kissed her forehead: "I'm going to buy something, wait for me here obediently."

Nan Xiang glanced at the long queues in the cinema's shopping area, nodded at him distressedly, and waved:

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you obediently."

Not long after, when Song Yuchen came back, the sun had already set, and the evening mist dyed the sky golden, purple and red.

Dusk drifted into the theater. He was bending over to insert a straw into the bottle of white peach soda. "Here, your white peach soda."

Nan Xiang took the soda, smiled sweetly, and said in a slow, soft and gentle voice:

"Thank you, boyfriend."

Song Yuchen stuffed the ticket stub into her palm. There was a sticky note stuck on the edge of the popcorn bucket, with the words "less sugar, more milk flavor" written in flamboyant handwriting.

A randomly picked art film that tells the love story between a deaf painter and a musician.

At the 40-minute mark, a young couple in the back row left the theater complaining, "We thought there was going to be a sex scene!"

Nan Xiang bit the straw and chuckled, but her cochlear implant captured a sigh from Song Yuchen.

"They don't understand."

His warm palm rested on the back of her hand. "Eye contact is more moving than physical contact."

On the screen, the male and female protagonists looked at each other silently in the studio, and Song Yuchen's thumb suddenly stroked the cochlear implant behind her ear.

Just as Nan Xiang was about to turn her head, a piece of popcorn was stuffed between her lips, and the sweet taste of white peach soda bloomed between her teeth.

"you……"

Before she could even utter a word of protest, she was drowned out by his sudden kiss.

His fingertips inserted into her hair, and the pearl hairpin fell into the gap between the seats with a "click".

The light spot from the projector in the distance danced on his eyelashes. In a trance, Nan Xiang saw again "Chen Xin", who at the age of eighteen stayed up late with her in the forum to ponder the plot.

Song Yuchen didn't let go of her rosy lips until the screen began to scroll the credits.

Nan Xiang touched her hot earlobe and said coquettishly, "Rogue professor!"

This is how the female students address the hero in her new book.

"Ok?"

Song Yuchen bent down to pick up the hairpin, and the strands of hair on the back of her neck brushed against her knees. "Student Ji, are you going to report me?"

He deliberately responded with the professor's lines in the play, and when he pinned the pearl hairpin on her, his fingertips brushed against the sunflower necklace around her neck.

The movie ended, and a beam of light shone on Nan Xiang. The white dress made her look even more charming and her lips were redder than before.

She glared at Song Yuchen and ran to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

Soon, the two walked out of the cinema hand in hand. While Nan Xiang was browsing her phone, she was attracted by the dolls in the claw machine in the nearby arcade.

Seeing this, Song Yuchen took her to the video game arcade.

The neon lights of the arcade dyed the night into colorful syrup. Song Yuchen dropped the tenth game coin into the claw machine, and the sunflower doll in the glass cabinet finally swayed and fell into the delivery port.

"How do you know I want this 'Sunshine Little Sunflower'?"

Nan Xiang took the doll, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

"Forum Floor 763."

He stuffed the doll into her arms, "Someone said they wanted a real-life version of 'Sunshine Xiaokui'."

Nan Xiang touched the embroidery on the back of the doll - it was the reader benefit pattern when it was serialized back then.

Before she could speak, Song Yuchen had already half-knelt down and helped her tie her loose shoelaces. The kitten pendant on the black waist chain lightly brushed across her ankle.

Next to the shooting machine, several girls kept stealing glances. Just as Nan Xiang was about to lower her head, she was embraced in an embrace with the scent of bergamot. "Focus."

Song Yuchen grabbed her wrist and shot a beautiful three-pointer.

"Someone wrote a kiss scene on the basketball court, and it turned out to be true..."

When the electronic screen exploded with fireworks effects, Nan Xiang's earlobes turned red enough to almost bleed.

She didn't notice the flashing cell phone camera in the corner, and she didn't know that Chen Nian CP's appearance in the video game arcade was quietly climbing up the trending searches.

After grabbing the dolls, Nan Xiang was looking at the pile of dolls and was worried about how to take them. Song Yuchen held her in his arms and said, "Don't worry, someone will take you home."

At this moment, her stomach suddenly growled. Nan Xiang subconsciously covered her stomach, met the man's mischievous gaze, smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand.

Song Yuchen understood what she meant and took her to the night market.

The night market was full of fireworks, and Song Yuchen wrapped the bamboo sticks of candied haws with a handkerchief:

"Be careful of scratches."

He fed the hawthorn ball to Nan Xiang's mouth, and with his other hand protected her waist, separating the crowded crowd. The uncle selling lotus root powder suddenly shouted loudly:

"Xiao Song! Still the same as before, add more osmanthus flowers?"

Nan Xiang was slightly surprised when she saw Song Yuchen skillfully scanning the code to pay:

"Uncle Chen, remember not to put peanuts in it."

"You come here often?"

"Collecting wind."

Song Yuchen stirred the lotus root powder in the celadon bowl and said, "I came here to record the voices of people in the market when I was writing The Windbreaker."

He suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "In fact, I found not only the recorder that night, but also the ginkgo pearl hairpin that you dropped."

Just as Nan Xiang was about to ask, a girl with a bun suddenly rushed out from the corner:

"Teacher Song! Can...can we take a photo together?"

The label "Chen Nian is real" on her phone case is particularly eye-catching.

Song Yuchen brought Nan Xiang closer to him and said, "You'll have to ask my leader."

Nan Xiang nodded with a red face, and the girl took a photo while choking up:

"You must be happy! I have been pursuing Su Nian for ten years..."

On the way back, Nan Xiang saw a Weibo post from the girl: "When he looked at her, the stars in Gong Zijing's eyes fell into reality."

In the photo, Song Yuchen's fingertips were gently protecting her cochlear implant. Only a vague side profile of her face could be seen, and the comment section was filled with firework emojis.

"looking at what?"

While waiting for the red light, Song Yuchen came over.

The car perfume mixed with his scent surrounded her. Nan Xiang hurriedly locked the screen: "Blessings from fans."

"Oh?"

He deliberately drew out the sound and pressed the play button on the speaker.

The unreleased "Confessions of a Sunflower" flowed in the car, and in the passenger storage box, the blue velvet box swayed gently with the bumps.