I go north, you go south

Nan Zishu seems to remember that when he was in high spirits, he seemed to say something to the boy: "Boys who can play the guitar are very handsome."

Then the boy smiled and asked her: "Does my sister like boys who can play the guitar?"

The child also specially added to her: "It's the kind of liking that can be a boyfriend."

Anyway, Nan Zishu managed to get his face flushed by a half-grown child.

She certainly didn't answer at the time.After all, with that appearance, even the boy beside him nodded in understanding and didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that only Nan Zishu and that boy should know about all of this.

Although Ling Bei didn't mention any of these positively in his words just now.But how do you feel that every word seems to be a response around this memory?

Nan Zishu felt that he must be thinking too much.It's just a coincidence, it's the fact that she always sits in the right place, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels that it is related.

But she didn't expect that it was always Ling Bei who was deliberately bringing up those rare memories that she could rarely interact with her.

"Do you... like boys who can play the guitar?"

When Nan Zishu was still in a daze, Ling Bei's inexplicably hesitant voice carefully brought her back to her thoughts.

He felt that Nan Zishu should have remembered that memory.

In fact, what he originally wanted to say was: Do you still like boys who can play guitar?
After such a long time, my belated "following what I like", can... can it touch your heartstrings?

Nan Zishu replied without thinking, "I like it."

Then she pondered for a moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Perhaps I shouldn't say I like it."

"It should be..." She deliberately paused, looking at Ling Bei's smiling eyes seemed to be filled with a little bit of starlight: "Love."

"I love my very own guitarist."

Saying that, Nan Zishu raised his head and pecked lightly on Ling Bei's thin lips: "I declare in advance that I only love this one in front of me. No one else is as good as you."

Ling Bei was stroking her temple hair casually for a while.

He saw his hand slide silently to Nan Zishu's neck, as if he was gently holding her face.

"Shu Shu, who did you learn these provocative words from?" Ling Bei was full of smiles, but his tone was silently full of tenderness.

"Of course it's you." Nan Zishu smirked and nodded Ling Bei's forehead: "Anyway, your mind is full of 'impure' things."

She only heard a soft "hum" rather arrogantly: "This is called 'near the ink'."

"I don't know why those people in the outside world are so blind. It's fine if they can't see your characteristics clearly, but they still promote your character design of 'cold and abstinence, alienation and indifference' every day. Tsk tsk tsk"

Speaking of this, Nan Zishu sighed regretfully: "If you are still considered 'abstinence', then I think all male creatures in the universe can be regarded as 'monks'."

After hearing his wife's sharp complaints about him, Ling Bei really couldn't laugh or cry: "Heaven and earth conscience, I always treat other women as aliens outside."

"What's the use of that!" Nan Zishu didn't agree with his rebuttal at all: "You have the ability to 'abstain' from me."

Then she didn't know what she thought of, and she was even a little angry: "How can there be 'discriminatory treatment'?"

"Then in my life, oh no, I will never be able to do it."