Lin Qi washed his face and came in, the two of them were staring wide-eyed, he shrugged it off and said, "Are you two fucked up?"
Lin Lu Snap: "......"
Nanchu: "......"
Fuck your fourth uncle.
Lin Luzhu took the lead and stood up to walk out, Nanchu's expression returned to coldness, slowly and leisurely following behind.
Three people get in the car.
Lin Silly White Sweet took the lead and got into the passenger side, Nanchu glanced at Lin Luchu, and it just so happened that he also glanced at her, he was tall and looked at her condescendingly, his chin pointing towards the door of the car, Nanchu flipped him off and pulled open the door of the backseat to sit in.
Lin Luzhu smiled down and followed suit.
The two of them didn't talk all the way, Nanchu kept looking out the window, as if she was mesmerized by the neon flashing night scene outside the window, while Lin Lu Snapdragon chatted with Lin Qi without a word, and Lin Qi was just like a chattering sparrow, who seemed to have a sense of dependence on Lin Lu Snapdragon.
Nanchu opened the window, the wind whistled and rushed in, the trees outside the window shook terribly. Turning her head, she just happened to see Lin Luchu looking at her, and there were too many unexplained meanings in his eyes to allow her to think much.
She brushed her head away, suddenly remembering when she'd stayed in his house five years ago.
Nanchu sixteen that year in Lin Lu Snapdragon home stayed for a month, he returned to the period of two or three trips, each trip is to stay a day and a half, the rest of the time all in the army to stay, so counting, the two really can not be considered familiar.
At that time, that house was a single apartment rented by Lin Lu Snapdragon, with three rooms and one hall. In addition to one bedroom, the remaining two were converted by him into a study and a grocery room, with a bunch of training and fitness stuff thrown in a mess.
Nanchu will not cook, every day is to call takeout, once downstairs to get takeout just saw him walking back, wait for the takeout boy to find the change, Nanchu haphazardly stuffed into the coat, hurriedly followed his ass up.
Upstairs, Lin Luchu changed his shoes, Nanchu carried the curry risotto in her hand, a little difficult, thought about it, but still handed it to him, "I don't know you're coming back today, why don't you eat it first, I'll order another one."
Lin Lu Snapdragon dropped the key on the locker without looking back, walked in and said, "I ate at the team."
"Oh."
Nanchu sat down at the table to eat dinner.
Lin Lu Snapdragon went in to change his regular clothes, his eyes idly swept around, although the girl's ability to cook is zero, but the home is still clean, did not get too dirty, then he himself is half a young man is not too good at taking care of people, other okay to discuss, only when you see the bed when the eyes are sharp up.
He has OCD, and no matter what, the quilt must be folded into tofu blocks.
If you don't even fold it and leave it on the bed in a mess, you can pick it up and beat it up in a minute.
The house was heated.
Lin Lu Snap changed into a loose gray threadbare shirt and black pants and came out of the bedroom, carrying the little girl who was eating inside and pressing her into the chair next to the bed, "Watch." He said.
Nanchu still had a few grains of rice hanging around her mouth.
Then Lin Luchu flattened the quilt and asked her as he did so, "Didn't your mom teach you to fold the quilt?"
"......"
Lin Lu Snapdragon then physique is not now robust, juvenile stature, upright lean, features are not now hard, rounded and clear, skin than now white, eyebrows and eyes upward a bit of evil, character is not now calm and light, then more perverse and flamboyant.
But the tone of voice was at least calm.
He arched his back and bent over the bed with rare patience, "First, flatten the quilt, leaving a third of it folded over."
He spoke methodically.
"Just as you just did, fold the other side over, one-third of the way across, and pinch out an area ten centimeters wide with your fingers."
Hair seemed to be longer then than now, too, and in the light, the black hair was so loose and limp that you couldn't help but want to touch it.
Deliberately slowing his movements, he pointed to the corner of the quilt, "Here, fix a right-angled edge out."
The voice also carries the unique langriness of youth, less cold and ascetic than it is now.
The neckline of his threadbare shirt was exposed as he bent over, the slightly convex collarbone down to a nice line of pectoral muscles, not pancaked but outlined just right, and the teenager's flat stomach down to a vaguely visible mermaid line.
The heart thumps and beats faster when you look at it.
Nanchu was more precocious than the average child and knew what it felt like and what a physical reaction it was.
She didn't think it was surprising either, even though she was only sixteen at the time.
The man's voice became smooth and rather seductive in the night.
"This side, in the same way, trim the inside edge at a right angle."
As he spoke, Lin Luchu slightly raised his head and looked at Nanchu, however, the little girl's gaze was firmly fixed on him, and in the next second, swallowed her throat, obviously not listening.
He wrinkled his brow as the man stood up straight and pinched his hands together, "Do I look good?"
"......"
Nod, nod.
He tickled the corners of his mouth, "Will it fold no?"
"......"
Shake your head, shake your head.
"It doesn't fold well, don't eat tonight."
He looked at her and threw out a sentence.
"......"
Between eating and folding quilts.
Nanchu chose Lin Luchu without hesitation.
Maybe wait for Nan Yue Ru back, she may not even have the opportunity to see him, such a thought, this night, as if it became God gave "sixteen-year-old love beginning Nanchu" a gift.
That night.
Lin Luzhong leaned against the window and smoked.
Nanchu stood beside the bed and folded the so-called "tofu blocks" over and over again with "something on her mind".
The little girl was growing fast, getting more refined at a time, and sometimes pleased with herself when she folded well, turning her head proudly to look at him with an expression that begged for praise.
Lin Lu Snapdragon leaned against the wall, dusted off his cigarette ash and glanced at it, "Crooked."
The little girl's face fell, and she turned to adjust again until she had folded the quilt into a four-square standard tofu block.
Only then did Lin Luchu nod his head in satisfaction, stubbing out his cigarette and walking out.
The curry rice on the table was no longer edible, and Nanchu wasn't hungry anyway, so she dumped the rice and sat down on the couch, taking the script out and studying it; it was the first movie she would be acting in.
Halfway through seeing it, there was an extra white plastic bag on the coffee table.
Nanchu looked up.
A takeout, still steaming.
She subconsciously turned her head, and Lin Luchu threw his keys on the coffee table and sat down with his butt beside her.
"What is it?" Nanchu asked.
Lin Lu Snap: "Didn't you not get enough to eat?"
"You went out and bought it on purpose?"
He raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the couch, saying lazily, "Or else it fell from the sky?"
"Thanks." Nanchu said.
Without much expression, he signaled her to eat quickly, picked up the remote control and started looking for TV to watch as Nanchu put the noodles on the coffee table and sat on the floor to eat.
Lin Luchu glanced at her and grabbed the cushion on the sofa and threw it to her, "Don't sit on the floor with your bare ass."
Nanchu: "......"
Obviously still wearing pants.
He had always been direct in his speech and was no gentleman, and to Nanchu's ears, it sounded comfortable instead.
The images on the TV were still cutting randomly, and Lin Luchu couldn't find anything he wanted to watch, so he casually asked Nanchu, "What do you want to watch?"
Nanchu looked up, the screen stopped right at a foreign masterpiece, The Decameron, sucked in her noodle, and said, "That one, I guess, I haven't read it yet."
Lin Lu Snap raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"
Nanchu took another bite of the noodle and held it in her mouth without biting off, nodding, "You've read it?"
Lin Lu Snap shook his head, lit a cigarette, and pointed at the TV with his chin, "No, watch it."
This movie is a Hong Kong remake, a lot of large-scale has been censored, the rest has nothing to see, but the atmosphere of the entire movie is centered around sex workers to start, some scenes are still watching people red in the face.
Nanchu pretended to eat her noodles with her head down and secretly surveyed Lin Luchu with her afterglow.
He was lazily leaning back on the couch, his elbows propped up on the arm of the couch, a cigarette clutched in his fingertips, his long legs lightly open to the smoke, which filled the room, and he'd half-smile as he smoked it, then open his mouth slightly and exhale in a smoke ring.
It really is what teenage frivolity looks like.
Men are really different from boys.
Nanchu thought of the inexplicable lewdness that the boys in her class always carried when they sometimes exchanged resources in this area.
And Lin Luchu didn't.
At that time he was still between adolescence and maturity, with the untamed good behavior of a teenager but the composure of a man.
I didn't finish the movie that day after all.
Halfway through putting it on, Lin Luchu pinched his cigarette, stood up and walked away.
Nanchu hugged her bowl of noodles and sat on the floor, her gaze clear at the screen, stopping just short of a classic line, "Though you also drink, you don't indulge, and though you also indulge in desire, you stop in moderation."
......
The car stopped at the bottom of a neighborhood, and Nanchu's thoughts were pulled back as Lin Luchu pushed the door open and went down, and she looked around and was surprised to find that this was actually in the neighborhood of the school play she was currently filming.
No wonder Lin Qi asked him to send the tickets over that day.
Nanchu lowered the car window, looked at Lin Luchu's straight back, and said to Lin Qi, "Wait, I'll have a cigarette." Lin Qi looked back at her and was about to have a fit when he saw Nanchu's cold expression in the end he didn't say anything.
One cigarette past.
Nanchu watched Lin Luchu enter a building, then a few minutes later, a window on the fourth floor lit up.
She casually stubbed out her cigarette and said to Lin Qi, "Let's go."
A month later, the school play finally wrapped up.
There were still a few crying scenes left to shoot, and the director waved his hand, "Kill kill kill."
Anyway, he had no confidence in filming anymore, those actresses' crying scenes were ghostly, he should have schizophrenia if he kept filming.
The original plan for Namchu was to have a one-month window.
Who expected, Shen Guangzong temporarily gave her a clothing advertisement, is a big brand in Italy, designated to Nanchu, and the notice is also under the tight, tomorrow night will have to fly.
Nanchu counted the days, tomorrow happened to be the ninth.
Xigu was packing her bags, Nanchu hung up the phone and started to put on her makeup, rummaged through the closet, tossed and turned for half an hour, put on a black low-cut halter dress, stood in front of the mirror and wiped her lipstick, Xigu was shocked to realize that something wasn't right, and asked her, "You're going out?"
Nanchu pursed her lips, "Uh-huh."
"Zong asked me to keep an eye on you, you can't wander off."
Nanchu didn't turn her head back, brushing her eyelashes in the mirror, "He told you to go to hell, are you going?"
"......"
Nanchu finished makeup, low-cut small black dress is very revealing figure, the woman in the mirror has beautiful eyes, it seems like she hasn't seen herself like this for a long time too.
On her way out, she pinched Xi Gu's little face, "Go away, be good and don't get me into trouble, okay?"
Xi Gu shouted at her back, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"A clean slate."
Nanchu shrugged off the small toffee bag in her hand.