Turn the sun into old age

"Huajiao, have you eaten yet?" Huang Yinsheng smiled.

Hua Jia caressed the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Qing Chenyi was staring at the stack of books on the table, but from the corner of his eye he was looking at Huajiao.

It was the first time to see him at such a close distance, he seemed more delicate than expected, his skin was white and flawless, not even a single pore could be seen, his red hair was delicate and soft, making his skin even fairer, only his eyes were covered by the mirror frame , making it invisible to prying eyes.

As if noticing that Qing Chen was looking at herself, Hua Jia suddenly raised her head to look at that person, and the two people's eyes intertwined all of a sudden, both with unclear meanings of inquiry.

Huang Yinsheng didn't notice the "eye contact" between the two of them, and pointed to the desk, "If you're about to go upstairs, help Qing Chenyi hug the book, he can't hug it by himself."

"It's easy to hug..." For some reason, Qing Chenyi suddenly wanted to refute and explain, "It's just not easy to handle."

Hua Gua didn't ask any further questions. She walked up and took half of the books away, then stood at the door of the office and looked at him. Although her eyes didn't change much, it always seemed to be urging.

Looking into those eyes, Qing Chen was inexplicably flustered, and quickly picked up the remaining half of the book, and followed Hua Gua straight upstairs.

At this point, the students really all went to the cafeteria, the empty stairs were empty, only the footsteps of the two of them became softer.

The two of them looked at each other in silence all the way, and Qing Chenyi didn't remember it until they reached the first floor. At this time, it was not long before the end of get out of class, and the canteen was supposed to be full, so where did Huajiao go to eat.

He was full of doubts when he suddenly saw the figure of Hua Gentile walking in front suddenly shaking, as if he couldn't stand upright.

Qing Chen was shocked from the bottom of his heart, and was about to drop the book in his hand and stepped forward to help him, when he saw him stabilize his body again, calmly and then walked up, as if the moment just now was just Qing Chen's hallucination.

"You..." He couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

Hua Gentile turned her head to look at him when she heard the words, her face turned pale for some reason.

"Are you okay?" Qing Chen frowned involuntarily, with a bit of sincere worry floating in his heart.

It wasn't that he was worrying too much or that his desire for protection suddenly increased, but that the man looked extremely haggard and uncomfortable at this moment, as if he was about to collapse in the next moment.

Hua Jia stood still on the third step, looked down at Qing Chen for a few seconds, and suddenly the corner of his mouth raised an inconspicuous arc, his voice was very soft and serious: "It's okay."

Before Qing Chen could speak, he said, "I don't like eating."

What does it mean to not like to eat?

As soon as the doubts in Qing Chen's heart arose, he turned around and left. His thin back was straight, and the hair on the back of his head was neatly combed, giving him a special charm.

He was stunned for a while, then after realizing it, he chased after him, stepped forward and continued to walk side by side with Huajiao.

As soon as Qing Chen stood beside the man, Hua Jia stopped and looked at him carefully with side eyes.

Hua Gua was already half a head shorter than Qing Chen, but when she glanced at him sideways, the well-curved eye ends seemed even more profound, and for a moment, Qing Chen had the illusion that her heart was beating faster.

"That..." He pretended to cover up and coughed twice, looked forward with some embarrassment, and said awkwardly: "Why don't you come to dinner with us later."

......

Unexpectedly, after he uttered these words, Hua Jia didn't look at him again, but walked up the stairs step by step with her head down.

"If you always skip lunch, it's not good for your stomach." Thinking that he didn't hear clearly, Qing Chen hurriedly added a few more words.

At this time, just as he was walking up to the third floor, Hua Gua also stopped at the corner of the stairs, turned around and looked straight at him, sizing him up from top to bottom.

Even through a pair of rustic and fuzzy black-rimmed glasses, Qing Chen seemed to be able to feel the scorching gaze reflected in them, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, thinking about the intentions of Huajiao while thinking uneasy.

Just when he was feeling uneasy, Hua Gentian suddenly spoke, but what he said surprised him in vain.

He said, "I'm bete."

Qing Chen tilted his head, somewhat puzzled: "I know."

"So..." Hua Jia didn't seem to hear his answer, raised her head to look at him, and said coldly, "Don't draw my attention."

"Eh? What..." Qing Chenyi was in a daze for another moment, before she could express her doubts, Hua Gentian turned away with a cold face.