Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 182 Do you want to compare?
In the air, dust slowly settled.

The past is about to move, just like a fallen leaf that fell out when turning the pages of a book. It has been soaked in the years and turned yellow and dry. It is no longer the color and brilliance of the past, and it is no longer amazing.

Suddenly, Song Xiaolin felt as if he had passed away.

Many years ago, she was a student at Nanzhong High School.

At that time, she liked watching movies very much, and often discussed the plot with Xu Jiayi after class, but to be honest, what she liked was not watching the so-called plot of the movie, but the person who watched the movie with her.

But Lu Jingyan, who was in his prime, was obsessed with studies and physics experiments, and didn't have much time to watch movies with her. Counting these years, no more than ten times.

And every time, she cherishes it very much, like a child who finally gets candy.

Most of the films she chose were science fiction films.

But in fact, she doesn't like watching science fiction movies.

The reason why I chose a sci-fi movie is because it takes a long time to play...

Thinking about it now, I just feel that I was too stupid and naive back then.

A few seconds later, before the movie was over, Song Xiaolin suddenly stood up. At that time, she didn't think too much about it, she just wanted to stay away from this place.

As if aware of her determination, Lu Jingyan finally let go.

She who was in the dim sight slowly moved away, and he followed closely, but walked very slowly.

There is a feeling of powerlessness.

After exiting the auditorium, the originally unknown light suddenly became blazing, somewhat dazzling.

It took her a long time to adjust to the light outside.

"Children..." Lu Jingyan leaned on the wall, stumbled, and walked towards her step by step, slowly but resolutely.

His face was slightly pale, and there was a deep pain between his brows.

Just as she was about to ask, Si Zhengchen had already returned from the bathroom.

He asked excitedly: "Is the movie over? Are you waiting for me?"

As it happens, the movie does end.

The crowd came out of the auditorium in twos and threes.

"Hey, that boy looks pretty handsome, do you want to go up and ask for a WeChat?"

As they passed each other, Song Xiaolin heard the conversation between the two girls.

One of the girls secretly pointed to Lu Jingyan who was standing not far away, and asked quietly: "Do you want it?" The other girl thought about it, then shook her head: "Forget it, just now I saw him fall down many times in the theater, eyes Is it not too good..."

The voice faded away, but she was suddenly a little stunned.

How did he fall down so many times?Sudden discomfort?
After contracting the cold when he was seven years old, his bones became weak. Could it be that he fell ill again?
"Little Lin, there's a shooting gallery over there, I'll take you there."

Si Zhengchen's words successfully disturbed her thoughts. He took her arm and walked straight to the shooting range, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head, raised his eyebrows, looked flamboyant and wild, and stopped leaning against the wall. Lu Jingyan shouted: "Hey, do you want to compare?"

This is undoubtedly a provocation in the open and above board.

Song Xiaolin secretly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to do anything too outrageous.

But as if he didn't notice it, he raised his chin and continued to provoke boldly: "What? Don't you dare?"

Hearing this, Lu Jingyan finally raised his eyelids lightly, his expression was still cold, but the eyebrows became darker, slightly darker, and his voice was icy cold, more piercing than the cold wind, "Better than what?"

Si Zhengchen had a winning expression: "In 3 minutes, we don't compare the number of times we hit the bull's-eye. Whoever hits more balloons wins. How about it? Do you want to compare?"

"Compare."

When two tall figures passed in front of Song Xiaolin, she was shocked.

Why is Lu Jingyan still messing around with Si Zhengchen?

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There were quite a lot of people in the shooting gallery, and the sound of gunshots filled my ears.

The staff arranged the on-site equipment and counted down in 3 minutes.

Accompanied by the sound of the whistle and the sound of the bullet being loaded, the two stared intently at the balloon target not far away, then narrowed their eyes slightly at the same time, and started this nonsensical game.

Si Zhengchen grew up in France. In addition to his unique romanticism, he also loves wild sports such as horse riding, shooting, and racing.

But Lu Jingyan was different.

He is a gentle and refined man.

He prefers to delve into physical experiments.

But to Song Xiaolin's surprise, his marksmanship was no less than Si Zhengchen's.

His shoulders are thin and straight, and the meticulous long windbreaker has been worn out of the straightness of formal clothes. The hand holding the handle of the gun has slender fingers, and the mask hides his face. Only the eyes that are exposed are focused. , there is a faint light.

She couldn't help thinking in her heart, which window did God close for this man?
At first, the speed and the number of times the two hit the balloon were almost the same.

But in the last 1 minute, perhaps to exaggerate the tense atmosphere, the two rows of colorful bright lights around the target suddenly turned on without warning.

She was suddenly caught, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Lu Jingyan's pain suppressed between her brows. Even though she couldn't see her face clearly, she seemed to be able to imagine how pale that face was hidden under the mask.

He slowly took two steps back, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and finally the pistol fell out of his palm and hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise.

At that moment, he was like a bird with its wings folded in the sun.

Broken, decadent.

Suddenly lost all life.

On the other side, Si Zhengchen sensed that something was wrong, and when he looked down, he saw the gun lying quietly on the ground. His brows were instantly raised, and he smiled wantonly, "Admit it, you lost."

Lu Jingyan didn't speak, he bent down to pick up the gun, put it on the shelf, and walked out of the shooting room slowly.

The whole process is as if Si Zhengchen does not exist.

"Hey, hey, you still don't admit that you lost? You dropped your gun, which is worse than missing the target. I didn't mean to trick you..."

Song Xiaolin's eyes followed Lu Jingyan subconsciously, but such a tall figure showed a strong sense of loss and loneliness. She was faintly worried, and stopped Si Zhengchen's words: "Okay, Stop talking."

Si Zhengchen was quite unconvinced: "Obviously I won, it's more serious to miss the gun than to miss the target..."

Looking at her increasingly displeased eyes, he didn't dare to speak anymore.

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In the evening, the sky is smudged with colorful clouds, and the twilight is sultry.

Just as he was about to get in the car, Si Zhengchen's cell phone rang by chance.

After answering the phone, his face was very pale.

Not surprisingly, he was scolded by the agent again.

Song Xiaolin crossed his hips and said in an interrogative tone, "Did you sneak out to play by yourself again?"

He scratched his head embarrassingly: "I can't accompany you tonight, I'm going back to record songs."

She waved her hand, "Go back quickly."

He glanced at her, then at Lu Jingyan behind her, and in the end he could only mutter unwillingly: "Little Lin, remember to send me a message when you get home, so I can feel at ease... by the way , don’t just let any man into the house.”

A certain man, especially these four words, gritted his teeth very hard.

Everyone knows that he means something.

"I know, I know."

To bid farewell to Si Zhengchen, the chirping bird finally disappeared temporarily.

There was a rare silence in the air.

Even the sound of the breeze passing by the ear can be heard clearly.

(End of this chapter)