Chapter 147 San Ye: I care about you and like it

  In the cinema

  The screen image is switched, and Song Fengwan’s small face is covered with colorful colors, her fingers are tightly clasped, and her palms are cold and sweaty.

  If she knew that Furong Stone had this kind of meaning, it would be impossible to give it to Fu Chen if she was killed, and it would have caused him such a misunderstanding.

   "San Ye, I really didn't intend to imply anything?" Her heart was beating wildly, she didn't dare to look his eyes directly.

  She was shocked by Fu Chen's words, and her expression was in a panic. At this moment, in the darkness, her right hand was suddenly held by someone. She shrank and wanted to withdraw, but he was tightly held...

   "The wound is not healed, what are you holding your hands for?" Fu Chen broke her tight fingers apart. His hands were so big that they could almost wrap her around, warm and slightly moist.

  "San Ye..." How could his palms be as sweaty as his own.

   "What's wrong?" The movie is too loud, and the two of them have to talk closer.

   If there seems to be no rubbing between the forehead, press against...

   seems to be on fire.

  The dim environment, the line of sight is narrowed, and other embarrassments are infinitely magnified. This kind of lingering lingering, like a struggle, makes people scream and shudder.

  Heart palpitations are hard to bear.

   "I'm a normal person too." Fu Chen spoke next to her, his voice low and hoarse, "I thought you were suggesting something to me, and I would also be nervous and sweaty."

  Song Fengwan thinks of eating barbecue before, commented by Duan Linbai.

  She had placed Fu Chen too high from the beginning. She even felt that such a character should be calm and calm at all times and not surprised at all times.

   "Last time you had an accident, I was very scared. Everyone has seven emotions and six desires. After getting along for a long time, I treat you..."

  Fu Shen held her hand and shook his head, his eyes facing each other, his eyes were scorched by the screen light.

  The sound of thin breathing, soft and hot, with inherent sandalwood scent, negative and addictive.

  Reassuring.

  Song Fengwan held his breath, as if his breath became entangled...

   will be inseparable for a lifetime.

  He rubbed the palm of her hand carefully, numb to death.

   "I'm to you..." He smiled in a daze, "Always care about what I like."

  As if thunder exploded, something strangled her throat inch by inch, choking like choking.

   Fu Shen's mouth twitched, "What? Taking care of you for so long, you have no feelings for me?"

  Song Feng came back to his senses later. He was talking about the feelings between relatives, which always existed. She nodded, "There are feelings."

   "Last time I asked you, you said you didn't hate me, this kind of thing, you can be regarded as a little like it." Fu Chen did want to directly pierce this layer of paper.

  It’s just that she has been stimulated too much recently, and she will return to Yuncheng soon. He is afraid that she will not have that deep feeling for him...

  Shooting like this, she was afraid that she would avoid herself.

  She looked uneasy and frightened just now, and she was really pitiful. After all, Fu Chen was...

  Reluctant to force her.

  You can only try step by step, and slowly figure it out.

  Song Feng thought for a while, then nodded seriously.

   "You don't need to always think how terrible I am..." Fu Chen held her hand and suddenly placed it on his chest.

  He is wearing a sweater vest, the texture is soft, and the palms of his hands are pasted...

  His heartbeat came through the palm of his hand, vigorously, stronger, stronger, even faster, so that her breathing and heartbeat could not help but speed up and synchronize with it.

"felt it?"

   "Hmm..." Song Fengwan's palm was hot.

  "I'm just an ordinary person. When touched or approached by others, my heartbeat will increase involuntarily, and I will like or even fall in love with someone."

  Song Fengwan nodded earnestly, raised his shoulders uneasily, and freed his fingers from his palm.

  In fact, he said so much, just to express that he is an ordinary person.

   Just talk about it, and you have to demonstrate it. Song Fengwan rubbed his palms.

  The heat is hard to get rid of.

  **

  When the two walked out of the cinema, it was only after three o'clock in the afternoon.

  The flow of people in the mall is slowly surging, and everyone is dressed more. When walking, it is inevitable that they will be crowded and touched.

  Fu Chen originally raised his hand to protect her shoulder, acting very restrained and polite.

  When you reach the crowded elevator, put your fingers down and hold her wrist, "Don't get lost."

  Song Fengwan didn't take the initiative to hold hands with the opposite **** in this way. He always felt something strange in his heart, but seeing his serious appearance, he always felt that his thoughts were so dirty, which was really a bit embarrassing.

After the two of them got into the car, Fu Chen glanced at his phone, almost all of them were birthday wishes text messages. He didn't mind if others only sent him "Happy Birthday", he just couldn't bear Duan Linbai and don't know where to give it. He has compiled a large section of rhetoric, which is not clear enough.

   "Where are we going now?" Song Fengwan was just listening to it today anyway.

   "Come with me to the temple, this time, you can come back for dinner."

"sure."

  Fu Shen glanced at his mobile phone, and a push from the weather system APP said impressively:

  【Two hours later, there will be rain and snow in the capital. Please pay attention to safety when you go out. 】

  He swipes his finger to delete the message directly.

  Song Fengwan’s phone is a new one. She set up the system and turned her head to look at Fu Shen, "San Ye, can I rub your hot spot?"

  "Hot spot?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

  Song Fengwan thought that he used to use old phones before, and he probably didn’t even know what the hot spots were. He sighed, "Give me your phone."

  Fu Shen handed her the phone, she still remembered the password, unlocked, set up the hotspot and link.

   "In fact, it's just to rub your traffic."

   "You rub whatever you want." Fu Chen had already drove slowly out of the mall basement.

  Song Fengwan also rubbed his traffic download software happily, and didn’t know...

  A few hours later, the journey was carried by wind and snow.

  She has boarded the thief ship and walked on a road of no return.

  **

   Yunjin Capital

It’s a tradition to eat noodles on his birthday. Even if Fu Chen didn’t go to the old house, Uncle Nian went for a run and brought back a portion of the noodles made by the old lady. Fu Chen came home later. He wanted to eat and just cook it. .

  He goes out on foot, likes to take the bus, carrying noodles, and humming and walking back. When he arrived at the door of his house, he saw a woman wandering not far away.

  From time to time, he glanced at the door twice, but he couldn't get in.

  "Girl, looking for someone?" Uncle Nian looked at her. He hadn't seen her face.

   "I..." She coughed twice, "Do you live here?"

  She pointed at the mansion.

   "Hmm." Uncle Nian nodded.

   "Song Feng staying here tonight?" She was cautious, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

   "Yeah, are you looking for a late night?" Uncle Nian was surprised. Song Feng lived here for so long, and almost no one came to look for it, but she was twenty-four-five and she looked like she was not a student of the same age.

   "Oh, I am the teacher in charge of her tutoring class, my name is Gao Xue."

  Gao Xue found it according to the registered address when Song Fengwan came to school. This piece is just one house, but only by looking at the floor area and the exterior design, there is a feeling of arrogance.

   is obviously a private residence with exclusive design.

   "It's the teacher, please come inside." Uncle Nian didn't understand what happened in the tutoring class at all. When he saw that he was the teacher, he naturally immediately respected and led her into it.

   Gao Xue followed him in, always looking around, even the shrubs at the door were properly trimmed, not to mention the furnishings inside.

  She knew that Song Fengwan was in a good family situation, but she did not understand that she was so superior.

  "You are looking for a late night, she is out, and she will probably be back for dinner, or should I call her?" Just as she sat down, someone came over with a cup of hot tea.

   "Thank you." Gao Xue took the tea cautiously, "No, it's past four o'clock, she should be back soon. I'll wait for her."

  "Are you coming for a home visit?" Uncle Nian took the initiative to come home for the first time when he met a teacher.

  He watched Fu Shen grow up since he was a child. At all, no teacher dared to visit Fu's house. At that time, the old man hadn't retired, and he was usually busy. The parent meeting was his sister instead of attending.

  It is said that once, a student called her mother Fu and praised her for being young and beautiful.

   After coming back, he was so angry that he threatened not to go to the parent meeting again. Since he was there, Fu Chen’s parent meeting has become a lottery at home, and he will go there in turn.

   "Home visit... almost." Gao Xue lowered his head, a little guilty.

  Since Song Feng left that day, the teachers in the entire remedial class have been panicked. The boss even called her over and reprimanded her, saying that she had a problem with her affairs, and asked her to solve the matter properly.

  She also hesitated for a long time before deciding to come.

  The management of the tutoring class is not as strict as that of the school. Some people come to look for students, and they basically meet as soon as they want. How did she know that such troubles would be caused.

  **

  Song Fengwan is already on the way into the mountain at this moment. The temple is in the middle of the mountain. It takes more than half of the mountain road and walks for more than 20 minutes.

  On the road, I heard from Fu Chen that the New Year's incense here is the most prosperous, but it is midwinter at this moment and few people enter the mountains.

  Thousands of green bricks, climbing up the stairs, with high branches of pines and cypresses along the road.

   Feiyan Tongling, red silk wishing cards, all the way, glowing with amazing red light.

  The temple is not big and there are few people. There are only a few monks walking back and forth wearing coarse gray cloth, and seeing Fu Chen smiled and said hello.

   "San Ye hasn't come for a while."

   "Yeah." Fu Chen nodded.

   "Or burn incense for the old lady?"

   "No, give it to me this time..." Fu Chen tilted his head to look at Song Fengwan, "There is still her."

  Fu Shen, led by a little monk, went directly to a large hall and bowed down.

  There is incense burning in the hall, and the thick fragrance makes people extremely reassuring.

  The gods and Buddhas have always been believed to be there, and unbelief is nothing. Most of them are trying to make peace of mind. Song Fengwan thought of his recent troubles, and knelt beside Fu Chen, ready to try auspiciousness.

  She closed her eyes, put her hands together, and her movements were devout and focused.

  In the next few days, I must pass the art entrance exam successfully and get good grades. I also hope that I have better luck recently. Don't always encounter those strange things. Mother, uncle and cousin are in good health.

  Fu Shen had already finished worshipping, but looking at her serious appearance, he smiled inexplicably.

  I don’t know what I asked for.

  He came to seek marriage anyway.

  He just wanted to...

  Be with her.

  After the worship, Fu Chen went to the master fortune-telling again.

  She thought that fortune-telling was only enthusiastic about fortune-telling, but she did not expect Fu Sanye to be so in love with it.

Fortune-telling has always been a bit evil. She didn’t understand what Fu Chen calculated. It might be fortune, whether it will make money next year, or family matters, there is always some privacy, so she just looked around outside. , Did not wait in the room.

  **

  The temple is not big, and in just over ten minutes, she went around and met a few young novice monks who were five or six years old. They were very cute.

  After she watched the time and was ready to go back, she found that the sky was rusty with snowflakes. Today, there is no wind in the mountains, and the sky is full of fine snow. Taking advantage of the temple’s bricks and tiles, there is a different kind of beauty.

  The temperature in the mountains is low, and early plum is eager to let go. Song Fengwan took two photos with his mobile phone before rubbing his fingers to find Fu Chen.

  Fu Chen was waiting for her in the original yard. He didn't wear much. He was called the white snow, and he looked thin and thin. The whole figure seemed to be able to blend into the snow, and his beauty was dusty.

   "San Ye, it's snowing." Song Feng's clothes on the tips of his hair were already stained with white snow, and his face was ruddy, piled in a turtleneck sweater, looking very cute and well-behaved.

   "Yeah." Fu Chen looked up at the sky, the snow was getting bigger and bigger...

  When he was in school, the weather forecast was never accurate, and he would always go home in the rain. Now the weather forecast is still very accurate. He watched the snow in the sky and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, very satisfied.

   "It is very difficult to snow in Yuncheng, and it can't be kept. The ground is full of water and dirty." Song Fengwan was overjoyed when it was rare to see snow.

   "Late night..." Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her.

   "Huh?" Song Fengwan was still immersed in the excitement of snowing.

   "We may not be able to go back tonight."

  Song Fengwan was full of smiles just now, when he heard that he could not go back at night, his smile froze...

  Can't go back?

What does    mean?

  Could it be that the two of them are going to spend the night here tonight?

  Haha, we are going to live together...

  The longest path I have traveled in the evening is Sanye's routine.

  *

  Has anyone been fooled by the title? Think Sanye confessed? Haha...

  (End of this chapter)