Holding You Into My Arms

Shen Zhan's words are like a small pebble, thrown into her heart, and there are waves of ripples.

Seeing her daily stunned, Shen Zhan withdrew his hand: "Don't want to sign? Just forget it."

There was a slight grievance in his tone.

Lin Jiayin grabbed his forearm, lest he nodded, "Think about it!"

Shen Zhan raised his eyebrows, deliberately put his hands behind him, and said faintly: "It's late."

Lin Jiayin let go of her hand reluctantly, looking upset.

Shen Zhan smiled and stretched out his hand to her again.

Lin Jiayin raised her eyes and smiled at him, writing her name on her palm stroke by stroke.

Three words extremely serious.

After writing, Lin Jiayin breathed a sigh of relief.

The signed name is like a promise.

She will work hard, even if it is rough, she will try to get to that position.

"Go." Shen Zhan stood up.

There are only a few people left in the theater, and the staff is urging.

The exit was on Shen Zhan's side, and Lin Jiayin followed him.

When he looked down, his gaze fell on Shen Zhan's hand hanging between the trousers.

The five fingers are slender and the joints are distinct.

Lin Jiayin can imagine its temperature.

The five fingers should be cold, but the palms of the hands must be warm.

Want to lead.

Lin Jiayin became more and more courageous.

Suddenly understood the phrase "give some color and dare to open a dye shop".

She wanted to open a dyeing workshop.

So Lin Jiayin first stretched out his index finger and gently poked the back of his hand, tentatively watching his reaction.

The hand moved slightly, and Shen Zhan did not look back.

Lin Jiayin lowered her heart and opened her five fingers, just as she was about to hold it down.

The hand was wrapped in a big hand.

The hand she wanted to hold.

Shen Zhan still did not look back, as if he had discovered her thoughts, and squeezed her fingers a few times like punishment.

Then the five fingers interlocked, and the wrapping becomes holding.

Lin Jiayin bit her lip, and let him walk out holding hands.

Shen Zhan didn't let go until he walked out of the big theater.

"Want to eat candy?" Shen Zhan looked at a gorgeously decorated candy shop on the street.

Lin Jiayin noticed this candy store long before entering the theater.

The huge lollipop sign was shining with neon lights, and the glass showcase was filled with all kinds of candies.

Lin Jiayin nodded with a smile.

"Why do you like sugar so much." Shen Zhan frowned.

Lin Jiayin cheered up and said, "Because it's sweet."

After going around in the candy store several times, every kind of sugar in the glass tube looks good and she likes it.

Shen Zhan put his hands in his pockets, followed behind her patiently, waiting quietly for her to choose.

Lin Jiayin picked five kinds of candies and put them in a glass jar.

A jar full of colors.

Shen Zhan helped her carry, and the two walked out of the candy store together.

"Do you want it? I'll divide you half." Lin Jiayin tilted her head and looked at Shen Zhan.

Shen Zhan did not speak, she followed his gaze.

"You are waiting for me here." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin didn't know what happened, so she nodded and answered.

Obediently stood in front of the candy store waiting for him.

Opposite the Jersey Theater is a Huimin supermarket.

A middle-aged and elderly couple walked out of the supermarket carrying large bags.

Zhao Shoumin carried a bag of rice on his shoulders, his wife Li Xiuqiong carried a bucket of oil in one hand and several bags of fruit in the other.

The two struggled to the side of the road, preparing to take a taxi.

Zhao Shoumin put the rice on the ground, panting and saying, "Put it on the ground first, I'll take a taxi."

Li Xiuqiong hammered her waist twice and hissed with pain.

"I told you not to buy so much." Zhao Shoumin said: "It's not impossible to buy."

Li Xiuqiong looked back at the supermarket regretfully, "I should buy two more barrels of oil for the big price reduction today."

Zhao Shoumin shook his head in disapproval, and stood on the side of the road waving his hand for a taxi.

There is a lot of people in this place, and it is rare that a few empty cars were stopped by people in front.

Li Xiuqiong saw the young man rushing to the front to call for the car, and said unhappily, "Bulling us to run?"

Zhao Shoumin said: "Why don't you wait here, I'll go ahead and call for a car."

When Li Xiuqiong thought of something, her eyes suddenly turned red: "It would be nice if Ono was still there."

"Why did it start again?" Zhao Shoumin was also taken aback, but soon returned to normal, reprimanded.

Li Xiuqiong did not speak, and Zhao Shoumin was also silent.

The two stood quietly on the side of the road and waited.

"Uncle Zhao, auntie." Shen Zhan walked over.

Li Xiuqiong turned her head, and when she saw him, she showed a hateful expression.

Then he turned his head and ignored him.

Zhao Shoumin nodded and answered flatly.

Shen Zhan looked at the rice and oil on the ground: "It's not easy to take a taxi here. I'll send you back."

"No need." Li Xiuqiong suddenly turned around and said coldly.

She bent over to lift the oil on the ground. Because the speed of bending was too fast and the oil was heavy, Li Xiuqiong cried out in pain.

Shen Zhan's eyes were quick and quick, and he took the oil from her hand.

He said to Zhao Shoumin: "You wait for me here, I will drive the car over."

Zhao Shoumin nodded.

My wife has a poor waist and inconvenience in his legs and feet.

Shen Zhan walked back to the door of the candy store, Lin Jiayin was looking at the sugar in the jar.

Unable to hold back the lid, he sneaked out a pink candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

A shadow fell, and she looked up suddenly.

Then smiled at Shen Zhan.

With this smile, Shen Zhan suddenly felt a lot less depressed.

"Sorry, I have to send someone off first." Shen Zhan asked her: "Are you going to take a taxi back by yourself or come with me?"

He glanced at his watch: "They will send you off after sending it. Time should be too late."

Lin Jiayin held the candy jar and blinked, "I will return to Senhe with you before it's too late."

Shen Zhan rubbed her head: "Okay."

Li Xiuqiong has short, sharp hair and a pair of silver-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Under the dim street lamp, there was a sharp light.

The half-white hair and wrinkles on her face did not add a kindness to her.

Lin Jiayin was in a physiological panic.

She really looks like a primary school teacher.

Lin Jiayin unfastened his seat belt.

Shen Zhan stopped her: "You just sit in the car."

"But..." Lin Jiayin looked out of the car and looked like an elderly couple.

Shen Zhan: "Be obedient."

He got out of the car and closed the door.

Lin Jiayin looked at Shen Zhan who helped move things outside the window.

His lips pressed into a straight line, and he said nothing.

The aunt, who was like the head teacher of a primary school student, seemed very unwilling, until the car behind kept urging her horn and got on the car reluctantly.

After getting in the car, Lin Jiayin felt the atmosphere in the car inexplicably depressed.

I can't say why it's depressed, the air is so sluggish that I can't breathe.

It may be that Yu Guangli saw Shen Zhan's slightly sunken brows and the lips that had been pursed since he came out of the candy store.

"How old are you this year?" Zhao Shoumin wanted to ease the atmosphere in the car.

Shen Zhan replied: "Junior."

Li Xiuqiong flew to Zhao Shoumin with a cold eye: "If Ono is here, he will be a junior."

This sentence came out.

The atmosphere in the car is extremely suppressed.

No one talks anymore.

Lin Jiayin looked at Shen Zhan who was driving blankly.

His expression was faint, and he couldn't see any emotions.

It seemed that the three of them knew something, but she didn't.

And Xiao Ye, Lin Jiayin didn't know who he was.

Ten minutes later, Shen Zhan turned on the turn signal.

Zhao Shoumin quickly reminded: "It's still a small family home."

"Good." Shen Zhan continued straight ahead.

Li Xiuqiong let out a cold voice at this moment: "We don't care about that villa."

Shen Zhan's tone was calm: "Xiyuan is far from the city, so it's really not convenient to travel."

"We don't want it!" Li Xiuqiong raised her voice a bit.

Shen Zhan's tone is still very calm: "Then what do you want."

Lin Jiayin noticed that his hand holding the steering wheel tightened.

Li Xiuqiong: "We don't want anything, I just want my son."

"Sorry, I'm sorry about Zhao Ye." Shen Zhan said.

Li Xiuqiong asked: "Just sorry?"

The brake was stepped on and the car stopped downstairs at the family home.

"Here." Shen Zhan said.

Li Xiuqiong couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car.

Shen Zhan also got out of the car.

Lin Jiayin pursed her lips and unfastened her seat belt.

"Uncle Zhao, I'll come." Shen Zhan blocked Zhao Shoumin's hand and carried Mi on his shoulders.

Lin Jiayin also leaned in and raised a barrel of oil in the trunk.

Only two bags of fruit that are not heavy are left.

"You give it to me." Shen Zhan freed a hand.

Lin Jiayin took a step back and shook her head.

Shen Zhan said, "Give it to me if I can't move it."

"Good." Lin Jiayin replied with a smile.

There is no elevator in the old Tongzi Building.

The lanes are very narrow, and only one person can pass through.

Lin Jiayin didn't know which floor she was on, so she just followed them.

Zhao Shoumin and Li Xiuqiong were at the forefront.

Lin Jiayin followed Shen Zhan with oil.

If the left hand is tired, change the right hand, and if the right hand is tired, change the left hand.

All the way to the eighth floor.

"You are waiting for me outside." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin nodded obediently.

Shen Zhan carried the rice, freed a hand to take the oil, took off his shoes and walked in.

The old yellow wooden door opened wide.

Lin Jiayin stood by the door and waited.

His eyes fell on the wall above the shoe rack at the entrance.

The walls are covered with certificates of merit.

Three good students, outstanding student leaders, the first place in the mock test, the first prize of calligraphy, a young expert in technological innovation...

The certificate is plastered all over the wall, as long as a guest comes in, you can notice it. It shows the parents' immense pride.

A closer look reveals that all the winners are Zhao Ye.

Lin Jiayin thinks of "Xiao Ye" that her aunt said in the car, and "Uncle Zhao" that Shen Zhan called.

No matter how stupid she was, she knew that Zhao Ye was their son.

In the room.

Shen Zhan put the oil rice into the kitchen and walked out.

Li Xiuqiong sat on the sofa with a disdainful expression: "Don't think we will forgive you like this."

Zhao Shoumin walked out of the kitchen, opened his lips, but said nothing.

I agree with my wife in my heart, so I don't know what to say.

"Uncle Zhao and Auntie, I'm leaving first." Shen Zhan said.

Li Xiuqiong snorted.

Zhao Shoumin waved his hand: "You go."

"Tell me what you need." Shen Zhan said.

Zhao Shoumin said: "We don't need anything."

Li Xiuqiong said coldly: "I have."

"Auntie." Shen Zhan looked at her: "You said."

Li Xiuqiong stared at him, "Can you do it?"

Shen Zhan: "I will try my best to do it."

"You can do it as long as you want." Li Xiuqiong asked him, "Can you pay for my son?"

Shen Zhan looked at her: "I don't want to, and I can't."

"You get out of here!" Li Xiuqiong pointed out the door and said loudly: "Hurry up and get out! Didn't you hear it! Didn't you hear it! Get out!"

She roared hysterically, then picked up a big red apple on the table and threw it at him.

Shen Zhan avoided.

With a bang, it hit the wall.

Then rolled down at Shen Zhan's feet.

Li Xiuqiong burst into tears, Zhao Shoumin quickly walked over to hug her and comfort her.

Shen Zhan watched all this quietly for three seconds, then turned and walked away.

Lin Jiayin heard the cries and quarrels in the room, and just wanted to go in and see what was wrong.

In the next second, Shen Zhan walked out.

She stared at him blankly, the worry in her eyes made no secret.

Shen Zhan took her hand, squeezed her fingers to play, and said flatly: "I'm fine."

Lin Jiayin nodded: "It's all right."

"Let's go, take you back to school." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin got on the co-pilot and found that Shen Zhan hadn't caught fire after wearing the seat belt.

He was smoking a cigarette, his elbows on the window, his eyelids half drooped, and his expression faint.

The wind blew in, and white-gray smoke drifted around.

Soon his face was blurred and his expression was hidden, but he could not hide his discomfort.

Obviously, and very helpless.

Lin Jiayin couldn't help thinking of him in front of Yueming Lake and the bank of Qingjiang River.

He smoked like this, as if he was carrying a heavy shackle.

She feels distressed.

She wanted to do something, but couldn't find the direction.

Another gust of wind came in, and Lin Jiayin choked on the smoke and coughed fiercely.

Shen Zhan returned to his senses, extinguished the smoke, and rolled down all the car windows.

"Shen Zhan." Lin Jiayin said.

Shen Zhan was lowering his eyes to turn on the air conditioner: "What?"

"Can you quit smoking?" Lin Jiayin looked at him pitifully.

Shen Zhan paused, then raised his head.

He was carrying a street lamp, his amber pupils suddenly became pitch black at this moment, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if nothing was uncomfortable.

"No." He smiled.

Lin Jiayin bulged her cheeks "Oh".

Seeing her sad and depressed, Shen Zhan learned her pitiful and aggrieved tone and called her name.

"Lin Jiayin."

Lin Jiayin raised her head: "Huh?"

"I taught you a function signal generator today." He said.

Lin Jiayin nodded.

"I went to the theater with you to watch a dance drama." He said again.

Lin Jiayin nodded again.

Shen Zhan deliberately lowered his voice, sounding lazy: "I bought you a big can of candy."

"Should you thank me?" He unfastened his seat belt and bullied himself over, with a playful smile on his face.

"Thank you!" Lin Jiayin swallowed, her head tilted back nervously.

Shen Zhan blinked his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes cast a deep shadow on the cold white skin.

"That's it?" He smiled.

Lin Jiayin shrank her neck, with a little crying trill, "What about it?"

"Here." Shen Zhan bit his slender lip, seduce him as if he stretched out his index finger to point a little, serious shamelessly: "Kiss is enough."