I go north, you go south

"Yes."

Ling Bei admitted quite confidently: "I just like this taste."

As he said that, he grabbed Nan Zishu's hand pointing at him in an extremely arrogant manner, pressed it close to his lips and sucked it lightly.

Obviously just touched the position of the fingertips, but Nan Zishu felt that his whole body was about to burn.

"Can you stop developing these weird bad habits!"

As she spoke in embarrassment, she quickly got up and tried to escape from this increasingly dangerous place.

But Ling Bei will naturally not let go of this prey that has already been obtained easily.

"Where do you want to go?"

His tone was actually a little "fierce".Immediately afterwards, Ling Bei couldn't help but sit on the thick blanket in front of the window with his arms around Nan Zishu.

He also wrapped Nan Zishu in his arms very intimately, wrapping her with his own body temperature.It didn't let her touch the cold floor at all.

It's just that Nan Zishu didn't get any "good comments" from Nan Zishu for his actions.

"oops!"

She fluttered a little angrily: "What are you going to do again?"

"Chat with you." Ling Bei didn't want to be too calm.

Obviously, this answer was not enough to dispel Nan Zishu's dissatisfaction: "Then why do you have to be here?"

"Because you were here looking at this guitar just now."

Ling Bei still smiled unhurriedly and looked at the girl in his arms: "I just want to know what you were thinking just now."

"It's so serious that you didn't notice me coming." Having said this, Ling Bei finally began to flatten his mouth a little bit aggrieved.

"You man, why do you want to eat all kinds of jealousy?" Seeing the "poor" appearance of the person in front of him, Nan Zishu immediately smiled and said, "What else can I think about, it's you."

"I think I'll just find me?" Ling Bei seemed very satisfied with Nan Zishu's answer, and looked at her with pampering eyes: "Why do you still have to find a guitar?"

Nan Zishu was amused by his single-minded "competition" with Guitar, so he followed his words: "I just wanted to ask it, why is my Mr. Ling such a 'treasure', he still carries me behind his back?" I secretly learned the guitar."

After hearing this, Ling Bei's expression was lost for a moment.

But before Nan Zishu could catch the strangeness of this moment, he regained the smile she was familiar with on weekdays.

So much so that Nan Zishu thought that Ling Beibei's momentary trance was actually his own illusion.

"I learned it when I was in college."

Ling Bei raised his hand and gently fiddled with Nan Zishu's temples, his expression was gradually dyed into the most gentle look by memories: "At that time, there were still many students who liked this. Boys liked to play it, and girls liked to listen to it."

"It feels like...boys who learn guitar tend to chase girls they like."

There seemed to be an inexplicable tenderness in Ling Bei's smiling eyes, so affectionate that Nan Zishu's heart skipped a beat without warning.

How could it be such a coincidence, she once thought so.

Nan Zishu remembered that in the autumn of his sophomore year, the student union organized them to do volunteer work at the Jiangcheng Welfare Institute.At that time, she met a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the orphanage. He was sitting by the wall alone and fiddled with an old guitar in his hand.

So Nan Zishu walked over to chat with him.Only then did I realize that the boy learned the guitar by himself, and he only had a half-knowledge of many places.But he still taught Nan Zishu to play a few simple movements.