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It's not like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, but more like a deep pool in a dense bamboo forest, adding a bit of coldness.
Her speaking speed is slightly slower than that of ordinary people, and her tone of voice has no ups and downs, which makes no matter what she says, it gives people a slow and serious feeling, and a little natural dullness.
Han Zhou opened his mouth, sighed and said, "Have you seen enough?"
"No."
Wang Lengqiu shook his head honestly, handed the steamed bun in his hand to him, and asked again, "Do you want to eat?"
Although there was no expression on her face, she could still see emotions in her eyes. Han Zhou could be sure that if he rejected these steamed buns, the other party would never eat starch sausage.
"Thanks……"
After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to take the steamed bun that had become cold.
Fortunately it's not winter now, otherwise this thing might have become hard.
He turned back to close the stall and glanced back. Wang Lengqiu followed him as expected, seemingly wanting to help.
"My work-study program is over, can you stop following me?" He couldn't help but sigh.
"it is good."
Wang Lengqiu stopped and stood by the street lamp looking at him, "Then I'll wait for you."
"..."
Is this woman really unable to read the atmosphere or is she just pretending to be dumbfounded?
"As you wish."
Han Zhou felt a toothache, so he quickly put everything into the cart, packed the books he borrowed from Zhong Ling in plastic bags, and then pushed the cart towards the school.
Wang Lengqiu followed him quite consciously.
Han Zhou hesitated to speak. After all, he still couldn't say something like "Can you stay away from me?", but his tone was definitely not polite.
"On the head."
"what?"
"There is a leaf on your head, can't you feel it?"
Seeing Wang Lengqiu staring blankly at the top of his head, Han Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "I'm talking about your head, not mine. Don't keep staring at me."
"Thank you."
Wang Lengqiu realized later, raised his hand to touch his head, swept the leaves off his head, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and said softly, "These are autumn leaves."
Han Zhou didn't want to answer the conversation at first, but seeing the other person's absent-minded look, he couldn't help but said: "It's autumn now. Isn't it normal to see autumn leaves?"
"Really, it's already autumn."
Wang Lengqiu was stunned for a while, looked up, reached out to take a leaf falling in the wind, and said seriously, "But this leaf is from spring."
Han Zhou was stunned and stared at the palm of her hand for a while. He found that this leaf was not much different from the one just now. They were both yellow and green, and even the varieties were the same. He didn't know how this guy came up with this. conclusion.
He was a little helpless and did not ask why. Instead, he said casually as if dealing with a child: "Then can you find summer and winter leaves?"
Wang Lengqiu stopped, raised his head and looked around, then lowered his head and looked around the ground carefully, and then shook his head.
"There is no winter and summer, only spring and autumn."
After a pause, she added seriously, "But it's more often spring."
There is no winter and summer...Does this guy think there are only two seasons in a year?
Han Zhou was really confused: "Why?"
"what?"
The girl turned to look at him, her tone of voice was gentle and patient.
"I mean why is it spring more often?"
Wang Lengqiu tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied seriously: "Because I don't like autumn."
"All right……"
Han Zhou looked confused. He had been thinking before that this girl did not seem to be as difficult to communicate with as rumored. Except for the phrase "stick figure" which was really difficult to understand, her other words and deeds were not traceable. Only now did he realize that he wrong--
He had no idea what this guy was talking about.
Not intending to continue this topic, he looked at the uneaten starch sausage in Wang Lengqiu's hand and reminded: "It will get cold if you don't eat it."
"You too."
Han Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth: "I shouldn't be able to cool down for the time being..."
"I mean steamed buns." Wang Lengqiu corrected.
In short, it just means that if I don’t eat it, you won’t eat it...
Han Zhou pushed the cart with one hand, picked up a steamed bun with the other hand, opened his mouth and took a big bite, and sighed while chewing: "This thing is already cold."
Wang Lengqiu just put the starch sausage to his lips and was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Is it cold?"
Sensing the serious look in his eyes, Han Zhou immediately added: "It's a bit cold, but it doesn't matter. I like to eat cold food."
Wang Lengqiu shook his head, obviously not believing it: "Give me the steamed buns and I'll heat them up for you."
"Heat it up? What do you use to heat it up?" Han Zhou looked suspicious.
"I have a solution."
Seeing Wang Lengqiu staring at him intently, with a "believe me, I'm right" look, Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, put the steamed bun he took a bite back into the plastic bag, and then handed the plastic bag over hesitantly.
This guy shouldn't imagine that he has the ability to breathe fire from his palms...
He muttered in his heart, and the next second he saw Wang Lengqiu unzip his coat with a calm expression, revealing the light gray sweater underneath.
Han Zhou looked confused: "What are you doing?"
"Help you warm up the steamed buns."
"...What are you getting for?" He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"body temperature."
"You are joking?"
"I don't joke."
After a long silence, Han Zhou silently took back the steamed buns he had just handed out, and said seriously: "I really prefer to eat cold steamed buns."
"But……"
"There's nothing good about it. Oral heating is much more efficient than body temperature heating."
This guy is really a psychopath... he thought.
In order to prevent the other party from insisting, he wolfed down the steamed buns into his stomach.
Wang Lengqiu stopped talking and followed him silently, eating starch sausage in small bites.
"It's delicious," she said.
"If it's delicious, eat it while it's hot." Han Zhou swallowed the steamed buns, his voice unclear, "I treated you this time, and you'll have to pay next time."
"Well, I have money."
Wang Lengqiu nodded and unconsciously slowed down his chewing, as if the thing in his hand suddenly became precious.
After a pause, she continued, "I'll bring you steamed buns next time, free of charge."
Han Zhou was startled.
The autumn wind suddenly picked up and ruffled the girl's long hair.
Before he could speak, the balloon in the hand of a little girl in front suddenly broke away from her hand. The balloon was blown up high and floated towards Han Zhou.
He casually grabbed the rope holding the balloon, leaned down with a smile, and handed it into the hands of the little girl who was chasing him. He touched her head amidst the surprise thanks and swept away the balloon that had just floated on her head. fallen leaves.
Watching the girl skipping away with her mother, Han Zhou smiled and suddenly became curious: "Were those spring leaves just now?"
"No."
Wang Lengqiu looked at the direction the girl was leaving and shook his head gently.
"It's autumn."
"Really...then I really don't understand."
Han Zhou sighed and stopped trying to understand the other party's thoughts, "But Senior Sister Wang Lengqiu..."
"Call me Qiuqiu, or Qiuqiu."
"You can call it whatever you want, I just want to tell you that I really don't like steamed buns that much."
"But you just said you like cold steamed buns."
"That's relative."
"If so what do you like?"
"I don't like steamed buns anyway, so please don't send me steamed buns again in the future."
"Okay." Wang Lengqiu thought for a while, "Then do you like pigeons?"
"I can't say I like it, but I can't say I hate it either."
Han Zhou lied. He actually liked pigeons.
"I also like pigeons, so can you accompany me to feed the pigeons tomorrow?"
Han Zhou was stunned for two seconds, thinking that this guy's psychological quality was quite strong, and said blankly: "What do you mean you like it too... I don't think I said I like pigeons, right?"
Wang Lengqiu tilted his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "If you don't hate it, don't you just like it?"
Han Zhou fell silent for a moment.
"That...Senior Sister Wang Lengqiu."
"Call me Qiuqiu, or Qiuqiu."
"You can call me whatever you want, but I have a question for you."
"what is the problem?"