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Upon receiving news from Lu Yanqing, Meng Wanyan almost jumped out of the bed.

Yan'er: [The surname is Lu! Are you lying to me, are you?

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Lu Yanqing: [I didn't lie to you.

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Wanyan couldn't sit still: [Then why didn't you come to me?

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Meng Wanyan sent a message while wearing clothes.

Lu Yanqing pursed his lips and said nothing. Then he received a text message from Wanyan. In just one short sentence, the thorn in his heart was suddenly pulled out.

Yan'er: [Lu Yanqing, let's elope!]

Meng Wanyan was serious. She only realized tonight that her parents were determined to let her marry Song Jinyan. Today was the third time she had dinner with Song Jinyan without knowing it.

During her conversations tonight, Meng's father seemed to intend to make her engage in Song Jinyan as soon as she graduated, and Song Jinyan's attitude changed before. The two clearly confessed to each other and did not call, but Song Jinyan's performance tonight was particularly cooperative with the matchmaking between the parents of both parties.

Meng Wanyan became more and more angry the more she thought about it. Before she could wait for Lu Yanqing's reply, she continued to send him a message.

Yan'er: [If you don't take the initiative, your future wife will be snatched away!]

Yan'er: [The consequences are very serious!]

Lu Yanqing was stunned, relaxed with his tightly pursed lips, and a smile overflowed: [I'm sure to go with me?

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Yan'er: [I just ask if you dare?

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Yan'er:【Sharpen the knife.

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The two made an appointment to meet in the old place. In the biting cold wind, Lu Yanqing waited under the street light for a long time, so long that he thought she would regret it temporarily.

When he saw the girl riding a pink bicycle rushed over, Lu Yanqing would never forget that moment.

Under the dim light, Wanyan was riding her bicycle carefully, her hat was crooked, her scarf was not tied properly, her nose was frozen red, and a round schoolbag was stuffed into the basket.

Lu Yanqing suffocated his heart and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

The moment he saw Lu Yanqing, Wanyan quickly jumped off the bicycle, the corners of her mouth drooped aggrievedly, then threw the bicycle away and ran straight towards him.

Lu Yanqing steadily caught her. The girl in her arms was soft and her pink and white ears were also frozen red. He lowered his head, and his firm chin pressed against her soft hair, rubbing it as comfortingly.

Smelling the faint tobacco smell on his body, Wanyan finally slipped out, but now she was finally satisfied. She retreated from his arms after she had enough.

She suddenly thought of something, frowned again, glaring at him, "Lu Yanqing, are you a bastard?"

She was angry that he would not tell her when he came back. If she didn't take the initiative to send that text message, would he say nothing?

Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes, held the girl's hand and held it to his lips and kissed her gently, and let out a low "um".

Seeing his expression, Wanyan wanted to be furious, but she couldn't be cruel to him, so she asked again: "Why don't you come to me?"

Lu Yanqing said the truth: "I saw Song Jinyan."

Meng Wanyan pursed her lips and looked at him: "So, are you jealous?"

The boy in front of him had dark eyebrows and clear eyes, dark and deep pupils, curled his lips and said, "I'm so jealous that I'm almost crazy."

This sentence seemed to have been chewing between his lips and teeth countless times.

Meng Wanyan raised her eyebrows and said with a bit arrogant tone: "Then do you still want to elope with me?"

Lu Yanqing answered without hesitation: "You want."

Meng Wanyan quickly pointed at her bicycle and said seriously: "Let's ride the bike, so hurry up."

Lu Yanqing narrowed his eyes and looked at the small and lonely bicycle. The cold style whistling outwards the situation. The next second, the bicycle was blown down on the lawn with a "clang".

"That's it?"

The girl in front of her nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and made a sincere and eager suggestion: "Do you take me?"

He is tall and has long legs, so he kicks up much faster than hers.

Wanyan thought about herself, still thinking about where they would go later, maybe finding a hotel to stay for a few days, anyway, it would be enough to be with him.

Lu Yanqing lowered his head and smiled.

He walked straight over and helped the girl's little pink up with one hand, and Wanyan hurriedly followed.

The two walked to the Lu family's garage. Lu Yanqing carried his bicycle and threw it into a black off-road trunk: "Let's go, take you to elope."

Facts proved that the bicycle that Wanyan pushed was like a burden. When she sat on Lu Yanqing's black off-road vehicle, she felt that her idea of ​​elopement on a bicycle was simply kindergarten thinking compared to Lu Yanqing.

Lu Yanqing opened the car door with a quick move. She hurriedly got on it, but she thought to herself that the car was indeed more comfortable than a bicycle, but can this guy drive?

The car started, and the black car drove into the silent night. Wanyan looked sideways at the person beside him. He skillfully turned the steering wheel, with no unnecessary emotions on his face.

Wanyan couldn't help but stare at him in a daze and said curiously: "When did you get the driver's license?"

Lu Yanqing: "This year."

Wanyan nodded thoughtfully, and the music in the car also played automatically.

There are few vehicles outside the window, and such a night is particularly quiet, with gentle and soft female voices floating throughout the carriage.

"...I would like to go with you at the ends of the world. I know that everything is not easy."

"As long as you have a look of affirmation, my love will make sense."

The bustling streets outside the window were hurriedly passing by, Wanyan pursed her lips and smiled, humming gently with the melody, and suddenly felt that this song was too in line with her current mood.

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, calm and gentle, and every word fell into his heart.

Along the way, Wanyan hummed a song, as if she was using love songs to say love words to him.

After singing a few love songs, Wanyan looked at him and smiled: "Lu Yanqing, how did I sing?"

Lu Yanqing: "It sounds nice."

Wanyan curled her lips and didn't believe it at all, "Then why don't you praise me?"

Lu Yanqing looked at her side and clearly heard the sound of his heart beating in his chest.

When he arrived at the destination, it was pitch black outside the window. Lu Yanqing slowly poured the car into the garage. There was only a dim and old light in front of him.

Everything here is very strange. They seem to be far from the city. Wanyan hasn't asked, thinking about wherever he takes her, she will follow.

Unexpectedly, it was an automobile repair shop in the suburbs.

The winter in Kyoto is particularly cold, especially in the suburbs at night, where there is heating in the car, so Wanyan didn't feel it, but the moment she opened the car door, the biting cold wind suddenly poured into her neck, making people tremble.

Lu Yanqing got out of the car first, then walked over, helped Wanyan untie her seat belt, and then put her down jacket on her.

His down jacket is wide and thick, and it still has the warmth of his owner.

Wanyan wrapped her clothes with a smile, then buried her head in the collar, like a hibernating hamster.

Lu Yanqing took her hand in, walked past the stairs in a familiar way, then opened a large iron door, and after entering, he opened the indoor light.

The eyes suddenly lit up, and Wanyan saw the scene inside. The walls in the room were painted with colorful colors and dazzling graffiti. There was very little room for furniture, but it was very clean. A bed, a table, a soft single sofa, and a large sandbag in the middle.

Wanyan felt strange, so she ran over to see it, and smashed the sandbag with her fist. Unfortunately, she punched her, and the heavy sandbag only shook gently, but the back of her hand was hit.

It looks like a repair shop outside, but it is actually a warm and lovely secret base. There is heating inside, which is clean and spotless, as if someone has specially cleaned it.

Wanyan looked at the sandbag in front of her and sighed: "This sandbag is so hard."

Lu Yanqing walked over, held her hand from behind, clenched it into a fist, and carefully rubbed her, then leaned over to her ear, the sound of overflowing from her throat was hoarse, and a faint smile: "There are even harder, do you want to try it?"

Wanyan looked at him with her head tilted, but she didn't understand for a moment, and asked in a daze: "What's harder?"

Lu Yanqing curled the corners of her lips, said nothing, took her off coat and hung it up.

After this, the two of them turned off all their communication tools.

After taking a shower, Wanyan was wearing only a thin nightgown, huddled on the single bed, wrapped herself in a quilt, and her feet were close to the radiator to keep warm. When she saw Lu Yanqing coming, her eyes lit up, she immediately lifted the quilt and patted the seat beside her, "Come here quickly."

Lu Yanqing had just come out of the bathroom, and his black and neat short hair was still a little wet. The water droplets slowly slid down along the slender lines of his neck, falling on the cold and white collarbone.

Lu Yanqing originally planned to sleep on the sofa, but the girl warmly invited her. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. The smile in her dark and clear pupils was light and meaningful.

When the two of them were in the same bed, Lu Yanqing felt that this was the most deadly thing.

Wanyan's body was already cold, but when winter came, her hands and feet were cold. Lu Yanqing's eyes moved to her feet exposed outside the quilt.

The girl's skin was white and her feet were small and delicate, as if she was small everywhere. He pursed his thin lips slightly, staring at her for a while, and was a little dazed.

Capturing the man's burning gaze, Wanyan also looked at him with her head tilted, then reached her feet under his nose and shook it, as if she said unintentionally: "My feet are so cold."
To be continued...