the landlord is a former

It's not the first time for Qiao Lu to hug a woman. She knows that the feeling of hugging a woman is different from hugging a man. Women are always fragrant and soft.And hugging Xia Lan is different from hugging other women. Xia Xia is very thin, but her hands are not tight. She is slender and fragile from skin to bones, like a piece of thin and transparent paper, which can be kneaded into various shapes and easily torn apart.

"From now on you will only draw me."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you into the spotlight."

"Can I hide you?"

Her hoarse voice contained regret, her arms tightened unconsciously, and her eyes were burning with intense fire.

She thought that if Xia Xia was willing to talk to her a few more words and smile at her more, she would be able to do whatever she wanted, so she floated into the sky.This is a glass doll that belongs to her alone. There is no duplicate in the world. If you lose it, you will lose it. How can you take it lightly.

Xia Lan huddled in her arms, her back was stiff, and her tears gradually stopped.

The virus is sleeping, otherwise she should quickly push Qiao Lu away at this moment, and then say very politely: Thank you, no need.

The soul that had been lost by her for more than ten years made a faint cry from the cemetery, struggling upwards, trying to cling to the warm light source, but once the virus woke up, the black dog opened its bloody mouth, and she will be dragged into the endless abyss.

So, unexpectedly, Xia Lan hugged Qiao Lu tightly.

A bit of love and warmth dripped into her long-dried and cracked heart, a trace of green smoke rose from the soil, and her cheap but fierce emotional nerves screamed, responding to the crying soul.

The virus just woke up

Xia Lan closed her eyes, and saw countless herself fighting, half in black and half in white, regardless of friend or foe, the buzzing in her ears faded, and she heard herself crying and roaring, all senses were on strike, wait for them to clean up after the fight battlefield.

In the small world, wars are raging, and corpses are everywhere.

She is so brave.

"Xia Xia—" Qiao Lu called her softly, and couldn't help but put his face against the tip of her ear. "OK?"

Xia Lan opened her eyes suddenly, trembling all over, hugged her tighter, and whimpered softly in her throat: "Okay."

I am sorry.

She is a bit greedy.

"Stay at my house, I want to see you every day."

"......it is good."

At that time, Xia Lan didn't know that she personally sent herself to a dead end.

Qiao Lu doesn't know how to flirt with girls. At first she wanted to learn, but later she realized that what Fu Baiqiu said was right, it's better to let nature take its course. She was sincere and didn't want to use routines.

When I'm not busy at work, I can see Xia Xia at home every day.

The girl likes the balcony very much. When she set up her easel and sat on the balcony, Qiao Lu watched her from the second floor, leaning on the railing with her elbows, with her back slightly bent, watching her for the whole afternoon.

She has thin wrists and slender knuckles. The brush is her magic wand, and the canvas is the small world she rules. Wherever the wand goes, the world is quiet, beautiful, peaceful and peaceful.

The sun fell on the top of her head, cutting off a mottled afterimage, and her plain face was divided into warm and cold tones, half of which was scorching sun and half of which was icy and snowy, just like her, sometimes warm and sometimes cold.

Today is Xia Lan's birthday.

April, the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, is the fourth month of their living together.

People are always greedy, and Qiao Lu gradually became dissatisfied. She wanted to be able to see her every day when she opened her eyes, hug her when she turned over, and kiss her when she smiled.

Waking up in the morning, Xia Lan was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of very light footsteps, she subconsciously turned her head and was caught off guard.

"It smells good."

Deep magnetic voice.Qiao Lu sniffed, circled his arms tightly, looked down at the person in his arms, and said with a smile, "Greetings to Lord Shouxing."

Xia Lan stared blankly at her, feeling as if a feather had been swept across her heart, but she didn't know how to express her joy, "How do you know?"

"I accidentally saw your ID card last time, so I remembered it." Qiao Lu tilted his head and whispered, his lips almost touching her ears.

"..."

Xia Lan's ears and tips were red, and she was at a loss.

The girl really didn't know it, every time she blushed and flustered like this, it made her want to get closer.

Qiao Lu doesn't know much about women and women. She is studying hard, and she finds that watching other people's videos will make her feel uncomfortable, but substituting herself and Xia Xia will not.

When she thought that Xia Xia might melt into a puddle of warm water involuntarily like in the video, she couldn't bear the force from above, and she became jealous and confused.

"Happy birthday, Xia Xia."

Qiao Lu stared at the tip of her ear, which was so red that it was almost bleeding, and his throat slipped unconsciously, "I prepared a gift for you, guess what it is?"

Xia Lan raised her eyes in surprise and curled her mouth.

No one remembered her birthday for a long time, and she never received a gift. This kind of gift guessing game was nailed to the pillar of shame in her heart. She was not worthy of playing, and her first reaction was panic.

But in just a few seconds, joy covered up panic, and she actually felt a sense of anticipation.

Expectation and hope are twins, luxuries she does not have.

"I can't guess..." Xia Lan lowered her head shyly, and let out a flustered breath.

What to do, my heart beats so fast.

The power and light of life descended on her devastated little world, but she was ashamed and not ready to receive it.

Is her lost soul coming back?

Qiao Lu hooked the tip of her hair and played with it, with a gentle smile: "I'll find out in a while, I'll cook noodles for you first." He brought her hair to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly.

"I...here...I've made breakfast..." Xia Lan was a little incoherent, not knowing where to look.

This problem of not being able to speak due to nervousness has never been cured since she was a child, so let her be stupid.

Qiao Lu looked at her but thought it was cute, grabbed her two hands, leaned over and said angrily, "I want to eat longevity noodles today."

Xia Lan treasured the oil paints Qiao Lu gave her very much, and she was reluctant to use them. Qiao Lu thought she didn't like it, and was a little sad. She was anxious and flustered, and she stuttered and explained for a long time before she realized that this man was deliberately teasing her.

Not wanting to disappoint others, Xia Lan still used it after struggling for a long time.

Apart from the characters imagined in her mind, she only draws Qiao Lu as a living person. Sketching is like taking a photo. She takes one at any time and saves up two thick notebooks. The large sketches are framed and hung up to fill her entire room.

When the weather was warmer, she drew an exterior oil painting for Qiao Lu.

The long skirt is elegant, and the fairy air is out of the dust.

Qiao Lu did not post on Weibo this time, so he must hide his treasures well to avoid being coveted and hurt again.

"Xia Xia, are you ready?"

"coming."

A figure swayed in the room, Xia Lan stepped on the wind, walked quickly to the door, and held the man's hand.

Recently, Qiao Lu has been very busy. She went to other places every now and then. She missed her little painter so much that she was going crazy. Finally, she came back to live for a few days when she was free. She didn’t want to go out again. The two discussed to go shopping together and cook at home. eat.

There were quite a lot of people in the supermarket, Qiao Lu held Xia Lan's hand tightly, but felt that it was not enough, so he wrapped his long arms around her shoulders and protected her by his side.

Xia Lan also clings to the people around her, greedily absorbing her sense of security, and seems to be less afraid of crowds.

With Qiao Lu here, she can feel at ease.

She is not afraid.

But she thought, if she grew up in an environment full of tenderness and love, wouldn't she be what she is today?

She will become confident and cheerful, she will be full of hope for the world, full of expectations for life, and she will have a powerful force to heal herself when she is hurt...

"Xia Xia, do you want to eat roasted eggplant with beans?"

The voice pulled back her thoughts, Xia Lan raised her eyes and saw Qiao Lu's gentle smiling face, her eyelashes trembled, and she nodded subconsciously.She likes to eat eggplant with beans, and Qiao Lu knows that when he has time to cook, he will make it for her.

Qiao Lu turned around and tore a plastic bag and handed it to her, and then tore another one to hold, with beans next to it.

The pair of hands that play the piano and write songs are unambiguous in stirring up dishes.

Xia Lan stared at her hand for a while, then looked away reluctantly, and looked at the vegetable rack in front of her.

There are two kinds of eggplants, the left side is big, round and long, purple and shiny, expensive, and the right side is small and shrunken, dull and cheap.She hesitated for a moment, and chose the good-looking eggplant on the left.

Qiao Lu tilted his head and looked at her, jokingly said, "Hey, why didn't you choose the one on the right?"

"It's too ugly." She blurted out, then was taken aback.

"Hahaha."

Qiao Lu smiled happily, and continued to pick beans, thinking about how cute his treasure is.

"Tell me—" Xia Lan glanced to the right, "Will eggplant be sad if I think it's ugly?"

"???"

Qiao Lu thought she was joking, and echoed, "Yes, yes, but I'm sad. After the supermarket closes at night, Eggplant is going to cry secretly."

Xia Lan: "..."

Isn't that just yourself?

Although she has never been directly disgusted by others, the eyes and expressions in her memory all interpret the disgust, accusing her of being out of group, and the cowardly she only dares to cry alone in the dead of night.

Unprepared for the emotion, Xia Lan stood there in a daze, sour and bitter from the strands of her hair to the soles of her feet.

"Xia Xia?" Qiao Lu sensed something was wrong, and held her wrist, "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." Xia Lan reacted very quickly at this moment, turned her head and smiled, "I guess eggplant won't cry, but will complain about humans behind its back?"

In this respect, she is the best actress in acting.

The girl looked as usual, Qiao Lu breathed a sigh of relief, moved to her side, looked at the ugly eggplant that was disliked, and said with a smile: "Then let's praise it."

Xia Lan nodded, and said to Eggplant, "You are so pretty."

"No, it's delicious."

"Haha."

For quite a long period of time, Xia Lan didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Qiao Lu, what kind of feelings she had for her and for each other.

The virus has been dormant for too long, and she has spent a lot of energy in repeated battles and victories. In the best years of her life, she lived under the fence, felt indifferent, made friends with medicine, and kept company with the same color. She didn't know what emotion was.

Family affection, friendship, love, she foolishly couldn't tell the difference between the three.

she thought.

Later, Xia Lan realized that it was not that she couldn't tell the difference, but that she rejected having an intimate relationship with people. She was afraid of being touched by people, and she was afraid of all "meaty and numb" things.

Joe Deer is the only exception.

Because of Fu Baiqiu, she doesn't reject physical contact so much, and because of Qiao Lu, she can accept holding hands and hugs that are not too warm, and she thinks this is her upper limit.

until one day......

There is a piano at home, a black Steinway triangle, and Qiao Lu can play it when he is free at home.

In terms of artistic attainments, she is naturally inferior to Shi Jinzhi, but in terms of ability to create lyrics and music, only seniors in the Chinese music scene can compete with her.

She wrote a song for Xia Lan and plans to include it in her new album.

She taught Xia Lan to sing.

"Like it?"

"Uh-huh."

Qiao Lu hugged Xia Lan and sat on his lap, and sang a line of her and a line. After singing, the girl's cheeks were flushed, and beautiful peach blossoms bloomed from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"Xia Xia—"

She was fascinated|drunk looking at her shy appearance, her voice was hoarse, her throat was dry|thirsty.

Xia Lan said "En", her lips parted slightly, and a smiling face was reflected in her eyes, which was clear to the bone, gentle and clean.

"I fell in love with a girl." Qiao Lu murmured, "I really want to be with her."

"......Who?"

Heart sank rapidly, Xia Lan didn't realize that her voice was trembling|shaking, a dark cloud floated over the sunny little world, and lightning flashed and thundered instantly.

She is so silly.

Qiao Lu thought and smiled.

The man's clear and gentle smile magnified bigger and bigger in the black pupils until it filled the entire eyeballs and overflowed. Xia Lan only felt that his eyes were dazzled and blurred, and his lips were covered and hot.

"you."