Yearning of You for a Long Time

    Tang Qishen's heart stagnated for a moment, his arms were held by her, and his palms subconsciously tightened a little.

     Shi Luo's voice became weaker as she went to the back, and she couldn't even hear herself clearly.

    Tang Qishen did not say a word, Shi Luo lowered his eyes, pursed his lips uncomfortably, his heart beating more and more violently.

     She shook his arm lightly from time to time, and occasionally raised her head quietly to peek at Tang Qishen's face.

    From Yan Zheng's point of view, her eyes are full of Tang Qishen.

    He had chased Shi Luo self-righteously for so long, and he had never seen her look so flattering.

    It was after school time, and the expressions on the faces of the students who came and went around the parking shed became more and more exciting. Yan Zheng felt extremely embarrassed, and he was like a joke.

      If you are cold, I will send you hot water immediately after class. You can’t make the president angry with me just because of this. I know that you have always liked to ask him for help when you were young, but I will have you in the future. Woolen cloth."

    "I saw everything you said in your circle of friends, Shi Luo—"

    Tang Qishen's eyes dimmed a bit, and when he heard the three words in the circle of friends, a sneer appeared on the corners of his lips, how could he almost just because she said "try" He blurted out to agree.

    Tang Qishen pulled his arm out of her fingers and walked straight forward with a cold face.

    Yan Zheng's affectionate words he didn't want to hear.

    In the end, he is jealous, jealous that Yan Zheng can say "you will have me in the future" to her, at least Shi Luo used to be a girl full of heart in a place he couldn't see to show her to each other Over love, and he was just a shielded object. After the two quarreled, she habitually took out a sharp weapon to fight.

    The boy's footsteps were fast and fast, Shi Luo was chasing hard behind him, and she was not allowed to think at all.

    She wanted to hold his hand again, but couldn't.

    "Tang Qishen!"

    There was a little bit of squeamishness in her voice, and Tang Qishen really couldn't let it go.

    Shi Luo's heart was beating like thunder, his cheeks were white and red: "What I just said is true..."

    Tang Qi was deeply muffled.

    She originally thought that the matter between her and Tang Qishen was a matter of course.

    In her past perception, her Tang Qishen must like her the most, she is the only baby with a name beside him.

    Only later, without her knowledge, there was a Cinderella in his life who looked the most similar to the heroine of the novel. Everyone said that Cinderella was better than the villainous princess. Hundreds and thousands of times, they are together in the most beautiful ending in fairy tales.

    Shi Luo didn't want to believe it, but her confidence in Tang Qishen was quietly fading away. Her Tang Qishen may not like her the most, but she always likes her more or less, even if she is more than At first she liked him much less, but she had a cheeky face, and if she confessed first, he might be able to like her more.

    Every minute and second of silence was a cruel torment for her, as if waiting for the last trial.

    She once rolled on the bed with a girlish heart, imagining Tang Qishen confessing to her, chasing after her to be her girlfriend, then she could not think of Tang Qishen as a cold, arrogant and noble dog man, I don't want to think about what it will be like to ask her, anyway, there will always be a chance to experience it for myself in the future.

    Only now, she just asks him to nod and say "Okay".

    Okay, let's try.

    Shi Luo took advantage of the situation to squeeze his sleeve, and he said carefully: "Brother Qishen, don't ignore me, you ignored me all week last week, I'm so uncomfortable... "

    Tang Qi's deep Adam's apple slid up and down for a moment, his tone was light: "You're just not used to it, just get used to it in the future."

    Shi Luo was a little anxious, and panicked: "Anyway, I will marry you when I grow up, right?"

    "No, in the future you will treat this as non-existent."

    **

    For two days in a row, throughout the weekend, Shi Luo never went out again.

    She locked herself in the bedroom and did not want to leave. Every day from morning to night, she held a drawing book and painted Tang Qishen in her memory over and over again.

    Although she inherited her mother's painting talent, she did not go through systematic study after all, and almost only she could recognize the prototype of the characters she drew, but even so, she still painted over and over again, without any Day and night, from morning to night.

    The paper **** on the ground were lost one after another. After she finished drawing, she kneaded one by one, as if she was venting, and she was aggrieved and impatient.

    During this period, she didn't even go to Tang's house, which she liked most.

    On Sunday night, Wen Yu, who found something wrong, came to her house forcibly to find someone, entered her bedroom, and saw a mess.

    Shi Luo grieved and complained to her, Wen Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and still has the strength to curse, it seems that the problem is not big.

    She glanced at the picture on the drawing paper, and said casually: "I thought you were joking, but later I saw that you really liked it, but why did you get involved with Yan Zheng again? ."

    "I don't even know who he is. I'm sick."

    "Then why did you post a picture of the bread that said it was so sweet and ambiguous to the point of death. I thought it was from your father Tang."

    Shi Luo glanced at her: "It was originally sent by Tang Qishen."

    Wen Yu raised her eyebrows, realizing that something was wrong: "Yan Zheng said that he sent it."

    Shi Luo frowned: "I don't want him, just give it to others."

    "For Chen Qianyao?" Wen Yu was very clever.

    Shi Luo nodded and continued to knead the paper ball: "How do you know... Chen Qianyao gave it to me for him. I didn't want it, so I just let her take it and eat it."

    "Fucking sister, it's probably Chen Qianyao, no, that Chen Qiao beats it up, the one you gave her was sent by Tang Qishen, the one you sent... Cough, it's no accident that it was sent by Yan Zheng of…"

    "So your father Tang refused you, must be because of jealousy, or thought you were having trouble with Yan Zheng, and used him as a spare tire to make fun of him, but he didn't really like it anyway, little fool, how have you changed? It's so stupid, explain it and then coax it, as expected, love makes people stupid, just like pigs."

    "Pigs are smarter than you."

    "You should go to the pigsty and squat and call their sister!"

    Wen Yu saw Shi Luo's face flashing a bit of a smile that came back to life, knowing that she was in a good mood, she seized the opportunity to quietly scold her who had scolded her before, and now Shi Luo was contemplating One hundred and eight techniques to coax a man, and she was not in the mood to pay attention to her at all.

    She didn't even have time to think about **** the **** Yan Zheng and Chen Qiu, and she only hoped to coax Tang Qishen well.

    She sent Tang Qishen several WeChat messages, but there was no movement there.

    Shi Luo grimaced: "No reply! It must have blocked me!"

    "What should I do, he ignored me for a long time..."

    Soon, she opened the search bar again, and quickly typed in "how to coax my boyfriend when he is angry."

    A reply with the highest number of likes: "Men and women are the same, everything is better than buying, buying, buying, and giving gifts is over!"

    Shi Luo frowned and complained: "What a broken answer! What can Tang Qishen lack!"

    Wen Yu has her own opinion: "You spend your father's money to give it away, of course it's boring, the money you earn is different, boys, especially those who lack everything Rich boys are most easily moved by this kind of thing."

    However, from a rich little princess like Shi Luo, it is more difficult to say that she makes money.

    The two rich second-generation sat head-to-head at the end of the bed and searched for part-time news for a long time.

    Wen Yu: "Wash the dishes?"

    Shi Luo: "?"

    Wen Yu: "Forget it, the broken plates are not enough for you to lose money."

    Wen Yu: "Delivery?"

    “…”

    "Toilet cleaners!"

    "I'll kill you tonight at midnight."

    "Have it, send a flyer!"

    "But the money is a little short, I can't buy anything in a short time, ah, this, wear that chubby doll clothes to sell milk tea, as long as you sell it on that day, you will get a commission, It looks good."

    "Okay okay, that's it, this doll suit is really ugly, I'm really heartbroken, Tang Qishen must love me well in the future!"