Forensic without kites

Chapter 208 Welcome Party (2)

The faint winter sun came in through the transparent glass window, and when he heard her teasing, the two hands that were holding the book stopped moving, and he raised his head.

Watching her quietly.

And the straw in Wuyuan's mouth suddenly fell out from her lips, a very light strand of hair rubbed against her delicate cheeks, a little itchy, but she just stared at the boy in front of her, forgetting what she wanted to say.

How could someone have such a pair of eyes, dark and sharp, like countless shining stars hanging above the space, so beautiful and charming.However, when he looked at her without blinking, the melancholy light reflected from those beautiful eyes caused a nameless and distressed ripple in her heart.

What kind of boy is this? Why was she so sad that she wanted to cry when she first saw him?
"That day..., I saw you... reading a book here... It's this book. You also drank milk, this kind of milk."

Du Heng straightened the milk bottle that had slipped from her hand, picked it up and handed it to her palm.

"It's getting cold, drink it quickly."

"Ah? Ah..." She was still staring at his Qingcheng face in a daze, unable to react for a while.

Taking a big sip of milk, in order to hide the embarrassment at this moment, she asked, "What book are you reading?"

He moved, and the few strands of hair hanging on Qingxiu's forehead also trembled, "Poetry."

"Huh, Heng also reads poetry? Let me see, who wrote the poems!" She sucked up all the milk in the paper bottle, and snatched the book he was holding down with both hands.

"...I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you? Heng, are you reading Cangyang Gyatso's poem biography? Do you like Cangyang Gyatso?" Wu Yuan's eyes were shining, and he didn't expect that he liked it as much as himself Tsangyang Gyatso's collection of poems made her heart jump for joy.

"Well...you also annotated. Well, it's also a poem." She lowered her head and glanced at the few delicate handwriting written on the pale yellow and old paper.

forgive my deadpan
but love you so deeply

His face suddenly felt a little hot, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the paper, looked up at him, and smiled jokingly: "I can't tell, you are so young, who are these love letters written to? Hurry up and be honest? Huh? "

He was wearing a white suit jacket today, a shirt of the same color, and black trousers. When he sat quietly in front of her, his hands were neatly placed on the smooth table, his fingers were slender.

His fingers are more beautiful than women's slender hands, so Wuyuan can't help but wonder if he can write mandarin duck characters on a piece of paper again, and dance with a hand that is astonishingly powerful.

"...not mine." Du Heng said softly, but the roots of his ears turned red quietly.

I have seen his young and mature appearance, and also seen his gloomy and melancholy appearance, but I have rarely seen him sitting in front of her in white clothes and black trousers. His face is still extremely handsome, but the back of his ears are completely red.

"Hehe." Wu Yuan couldn't help but stepped forward to touch the thin hair on his forehead, "Heng, do you know that you are really handsome like this? You are so handsome, do you know it yourself?"

He seemed to be unable to understand what she said, his red lips were pursed, but his starry eyes looked at her blankly.

"Haha..." She laughed suddenly, and the librarian who was sitting at the front desk looking down at Weibo raised his head, glared at her with dissatisfaction, then quietly lowered his head, and started scrolling through Weibo.

Wuyuan returned the poem in her hand to him, looked at his delicate eyebrows, and Guanyu's face, and felt a touch of emotion in her heart, "Heng, thank you, the jujube milk is delicious. I like it very much. Wait until the next time." , if there is a chance, I will take you to eat oden. That is also delicious."

She unfolded the forensic journal with her fingers, and she began to read it quietly.

And where she couldn't see when she lowered her head, the boy's lips curved.

The light of the smile reflected from those shining eyes.

Warm and transparent.

(End of this chapter)