Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 21 Looking at each other
"Let me start first!"

Song Dandan suddenly lifted her shawl and jumped onto the wooden table, showing her attitude with her actions.

She leaned her hands on the table and looked down at Li Xueqin, encouraging her: "Xueqin, do you dare to play a heartbeat game with me?"

Li Xueqin huddled in a rattan chair and shook her head wildly, the potato chip crumbs in her mouth falling out with her movements.

"I choose to die on the spot!"

"Three, two, one!"

Su Mang immediately started the countdown.

Song Dandan suddenly took off her reading glasses, and her wrinkled eyes suddenly widened like bells.

Li Xueqin was so startled by the grimacing stare that she jumped up from her chair, and in her panic she knocked over Lamu Yangzi's fruit bowl.

"Hey hey!"

Lamu Yangzi held her cheeks and screamed.

"My contact lenses are about to fall off from laughing!"

Her nails, studded with rhinestones, reflected colorful spots of light in the sunlight, making the grapes rolling on the ground look like scattered amethysts.

Wang Sulong took the opportunity to pick up a grape and threw it into the air. When he raised his head to catch it, he was tripped by Guo Qilin's foot and stumbled.

While everyone was laughing, Zhou Ye saw Jiang Qing quietly straighten the fallen rattan chair, and his fingertips lingered on the carvings on the back of the chair for half a second.

When it was Meng Ziyi's turn, she deliberately put the wool curl behind her shoulders and moved in front of Zhang Han in small steps.

The colorful lights hanging in the campground cast fine gold dust on her eyelashes, which flickered as she blinked.

"I heard that staring into each other's eyes for more than ten seconds can cause the suspension bridge effect."

Zhang Han was adjusting the temperature of the barbecue grill when the sound of the metal clamps clicking shut startled the sparrows in the treetops.

The car keys jingled in his overalls pocket as he turned around, his lips curled up in that familiar domineering smile.

"Sister Meng, the rules of the staring game are to be 30 centimeters apart."

"Is thirty centimeters enough now?"

Meng Ziyi suddenly stood on tiptoe, with the tip of her nose almost touching Zhang Han's chin.

Her earrings swayed slightly as she moved, casting a faint silver light across the collar of Zhang Han's deep blue shirt.

"Wow!"

"Sister Meng is too fierce!"

"Han Jae-ye-gi is real!"

"Give me a kiss!!!"

The cheering never stops until Lamu Yangzi shouted "Give me a kiss", and Zhang Han couldn't help laughing out loud.

He took a half step back and raised his hands, looking helpless.

"I lost."

After saying that, he turned around and continued grilling skewers as if nothing had happened.

A hint of pride flashed in Meng Ziyi's eyes, and he skipped away.

Jiang Qing glanced at Meng Ziyi with interest, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Some people took it seriously, while others just did it for show effect.

Zhou Ye's fingers holding the iced cola tightened slightly.

She watched a fallen leaf float across the corner of Jiang Qing's shirt and finally land on the hem of her pearly white skirt.

The chirping of cicadas suddenly became deafening.

"It's your turn, Ono."

Su Qi reminded kindly.

Zhou Ye then realized that everyone's eyes were focused on him. Jiang Qing had unknowingly stood in the shadow of the old locust tree, and mottled spots of light flowed like a galaxy on his floral shirt.

When she stood up, her skirt swept across the scattered grapes on the ground. The moment her heels sank into the soft soil, she heard Meng Ziyi's joking voice behind her.

"Xiao Ye, who do you want to compete with?"

"Let me do it."

Jiang Qing suddenly strode over, and the soles of his canvas shoes crushed a few leftover grapes.

Meng Ziyi's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jiang Qing thoughtfully.

Lai Guanlin took back his half-step and secretly clenched his fists.

Zhou Ye watched as Jiang Qing stretched out his hand to her and his sleeve slipped down half an inch, revealing the pale blue veins at his wrist bone.

"Hold my arm." Her fingertips had just touched his warm skin when she was startled by the sudden outbreak of fighting in the distance and drew back.

Wang Sulong was lying on Guo Qilin's shoulder and imitating Song Dandan's funny faces, while Lamu Yangzi was holding up his mobile phone to take pictures of their chaotic shadows.

"Just here."

Jiang Qing suddenly turned around and took her back to the barbecue grill.

The charcoal flickered under the iron mesh, lengthening and shortening the two people's shadows, as if they were dancing a silent tango.

Zhou Ye raised his eyes when he counted to the third cicada chirp.

Jiang Qing's irises took on the familiar amber color in the smoke, her eyelashes were gilded by the setting sun, and she shook off tiny specks of light dust as she breathed lightly.

She suddenly discovered that there was a tiny teardrop mole at the end of his right eye, hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes like a star that had not yet fallen.

"you……"

The two of them spoke and fell silent at the same time.

Zhou Ye felt the pearl on his earlobe begin to heat up, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Jiang Qing pursing her lips.

The sparks from the grill suddenly crackled, startling her and causing her eyelashes to flutter.

Jiang Qing suddenly leaned over, and Zhou Ye subconsciously took a half step back, but his heel got stuck in the mud on the grass.

The moment she lost her balance, she grabbed Jiang Qing's forearm and felt the taut muscles under the fabric.

"Be careful."

A warm breath brushed past my ears.

Zhou Ye then realized that the distance between them had already exceeded the safety line. It was very close, so close that if she moved forward at this moment, she would not be able to broadcast at all.

The noise of Lai Mu Yangzi and the others cheering could be heard from a distance.

Zhou Ye suddenly raised his right hand, his fingertips hovering above the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.

"There's charcoal ash here."

As she spoke she took a half step forward, the pearl necklace locket gently colliding with his shirt button.

Jiang Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

His left hand, hanging at his side, clenched unconsciously, the knuckles of his clenched fist turning white.

Zhou Ye smelled a faint scent of engine oil and remembered the bulging muscles of his forearms when he was repairing the bicycle.

"Wow, wow, Yezi is attacking!"

"Xiao Ye, let our Dr. Jiang feel your charm!"

"Yezi..."

The shouts of Meng Ziyi and others seemed to come from across the water.

Zhou Ye saw Jiang Qing's Adam's apple roll, and a little pride rose in his heart.

"Ah……"

Jiang Qing suddenly chuckled and raised his hand to brush her ear. Zhou Ye felt her hair being gently lifted, and the sound of the silver star hairpin "clicking" was clearly audible.

When his fingertips brushed against her earlobe, it seemed to generate a tiny electric current, causing her to feel a tingling shudder.

"The hairpin is crooked."

Jiang Qing took a half step back, and the dusk light suddenly became dazzling.

Zhou Ye raised his hand to touch the temperature of the hairpin and found that there was a tiny locust flower petal stuck in the hollow starlight, which was stained with the body temperature of an unknown person.

"Wow, Jiang Qing lost!"

"Jiang Qing actually laughed first!"

"It seems that even Dr. Jiang can't handle Ye Zi's charm!"

A cry of surprise was heard at the right moment, and Jiang Qian took two steps back.

Zhou Ye's face flushed. When she turned around, the hem of her skirt swept across Jiang Qing's trouser legs. At the moment when the pearl white and light blue denim overlapped, she saw the corners of his lips raised.

When the bonfire was lit and the night wind carried the sparks up into the night sky, Zhou Ye raised the can of Coke towards the bonfire.

Water droplets rolled down the surface of the can, reflecting on the grass leaves the outline of Jiang Qing staring quietly at the flames.

Zhou Ye raised his hand and touched the star-shaped hairpin on his head. He suddenly remembered the eye contact at dusk and was lost in thought.

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It turns out that some people's even breathing carries the unspoken morning light.

(End of this chapter)