The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Jiang Chen dropped what he was holding, walked up to her, squatted down, his dark eyes burning, as if he wanted to burn two holes in her face.

"Sister, what did you just say?"

Ruan Qingqing lowered his head with a heartbeat and pretended to look through the snacks and gifts in the box, trying to look natural, "The sofa is too small. I'm afraid you won't sleep comfortably. My bed is very big..."

emmmmm.

I glanced at my 1.2-meter single bed...

Okay, it's not very big, but if you squeeze it in, it can barely sleep two people.

……

Ruan lay gently on the bed and looked at the ceiling above his head.

This sleeping position made her a little uncomfortable as she was used to sleeping on her side, but she was in a good mood.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Chen, who was also lying on his back sleeping.

The face close at hand is as beautiful as ever, with deep eyebrows and clear outlines, and thin and crimson lips under the straight bridge of the nose.

Feeling her gaze, Jiang Chen turned his head, his fair and round Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his deep voice sounded like the murmur of a cello: "Did I squeeze you?"

As he said that, he subconsciously wanted to move to the outside of the bed.

Ruan gently stretched out his hand to stop his movement, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, and his voice was soft, "Do you know what I am thinking?"

Jiang Chen turned sideways and looked at her with his deep eyes, which were gentle and caring.

Ruan Qingqing also imitated his actions, turned sideways, and faced him face to face, "I think time can stop at this moment."

In this way, you can stay with me forever.

As if sensing her thoughts, Jiang Chen leaned over and kissed her.

Ruan closed his eyes gently and allowed the two people's breathing to intersect. The temperature around him gradually heated up, but Jiang Chen quickly stopped.

"Sister, go to sleep, good night."

After saying that, he turned sideways.

Ruan opened his eyes gently and looked at the outline of his strong and broad shoulders. Under the light cotton fabric, the beautifully shaped shoulder blades were revealed.

She couldn't help but think of Jiang Chen three years ago. At that time, his back was so thin and his shoulder blades were so weak that they seemed like they could be broken.

Time passed by and her boy grew up.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand.

The soft touch from his back made Jiang Chen's body tense and stiff. After a while, he turned around helplessly, grabbed the little hand that lit the fire on his back, stuffed it into the quilt, and covered him with the quilt. Hug it tight.

"Sister, sleep."

"Oh."

Even though there was a quilt between the two of them, she still felt something clearly and closed her eyes with a red face.

"Good night, Jiang Chen."

"Ah."

The starry night outside the window is vast and dotted with stars.

Like a mysterious old man, he looked gently at the man and woman sleeping in each other's arms.

……

The next day, Ruan was gently awakened by a familiar scent.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Chen's straight back standing in the small kitchen, his head slightly lowered, and his hands concentrating on something.

She got out of bed quietly, walked up behind him on tiptoes, and hugged him.

Jiang Chen turned around and smiled with dark eyes.

Seeing that he was not frightened, Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but feel resentful. When he saw the scallion pancakes that were already fried on the stove and filled with burnt aroma, his apricot eyes suddenly lit up.

"Scallion Pancake!"

Jiang Chen tore off a small piece with his hands and fed it to her mouth.

When Ruan gently opened his mouth to bite, he quickly removed his hand and lowered his head to kiss her. "Well."

Ruan Qingqing blushed and complained, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Jiang Chen fed the scallion pancake to her mouth again, with a smile on his face, "Do you want to eat it, sister?"

"I'll have a taste first."

Afraid of being teased by him, Ruan gently held his hand tightly and took the scallion pancake into his mouth before letting go.

"Is it tasty?"

Jiang Chen asked her while continuing to pancake.

Ruan nodded gently. The scallion pancake was fried until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. In addition to the eggs, a little pepper powder was added to the batter. The onions were mixed with the scent of pepper. It was not only delicious, but also the taste in her memory.

This is Ruan Dahai's usual practice.

Ruan Qingqing ate while looking at Jiang Chen who was serious about pancakes, and mist suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"What's wrong, choking?"

Jiang Chen nervously brought her water, but Ruan shook his head gently and refused.

She blinked, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

"Jiang Chen, the scallion pancakes you make taste just like my dad's."

Knowing that she was crying because of this, Jiang Chen relaxed and said, "Uncle Hai taught me this."

"No wonder."

Ruan looked at him gently, with expectation in his eyes, "What else did my dad teach you?"

"A lot of them are your favorite dishes. Before leaving the country, Uncle Hai specially told me to come here and cook them for you."

Ruan Qingqing was very happy when she thought that in the future, she would be able to eat her father's cooking every day.

"I won't finish class until noon. If you're bored in the dormitory alone, you can go out for a walk. I'll give you the key..."

Ruan gently picked up the pen and scribbled down the address and phone number of the dormitory on the note, "Keep this with you. If you get lost, you can use it to ask for directions."

"Ah."

Ruan walked out of the dormitory gently, turned to look at the man in the door, and couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"wait me back."

"Ah."

Seeing him nodding, Ruan Qingqing turned around and rushed to the classroom with satisfaction.

After watching her walk into a building in the distance, Jiang Chen looked away, turned around, walked to the bed, and bent down to make the bed.

……

As graduation approaches, the courses in the international class have also shifted from theory to practice.

Today's topic is to choose any one of the materials provided by the teacher and make your own work before get out of class.

The work must not only have a theme, but also be artistically creative.

The innovation of her works has always been Ruan Qingqing's shortcoming. Not surprisingly, her classroom works were not recognized by the teacher.

It was finally time for get out of class to end, but Ruan Qingqing was no longer in the good mood she had been in when she left the house in the morning, and she looked depressed.

Mina patted her on the shoulder, smiled and comforted: "It's okay, I think your work is very cute, I like it very much."

"Thank you, Mina."

"Come on, you will get better and better."

"Ah."

Ruan hugged the other person gently and gratefully, then said goodbye to the other person and headed back to the dormitory.

When he was approaching the dormitory, Ruan patted his face gently and flexed his facial muscles to make his expression look naturally relaxed before raising his hand to knock on the door.