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15

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Senbei threw the last book into the carton.

The high-intensity and endless signing tasks throughout the day caused her entire right arm to be so stiff as if it had been cast.

Yuanyuan eagerly packed her backpack for her, and walked out.

Senbei rubbed his heavy arms and followed.

Chen Zhuo walked behind the two girls, looked at the taller one, and kept chattering about the shorter one.

Arriving outside the office building, Chen Zhuo's pre-booked rental has arrived.

He took the initiative to take Xianbei's small schoolbag and asked the little girl to get in the car first, and then sit in.

Senbei lowered the car window and waved his small hand to say goodbye to Yuanyuan twice.

The car is on the road. In March in Yangchun, it was getting darker than before.

The sunset on the horizon, splashed with paint, smudged a gradual orange color.

Senbei leaned back in his chair and looked out the window with his face turned.

The man was sitting next to him, so close, she didn't dare to look over.

But he stayed with her for a day, and he must have lost a lot of effort and time...

Don't worry about things in the shop...

Senbei became more ashamed as he thought about it, but he was too embarrassed to turn his head back, so he said two words softly:

"......Thank you......"

Chen Zhuo heard it clearly and went straight back: "Nothing."

Senbei grabbed her ring finger and stopped speaking.

Chen Zhuo glanced at his watch and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Senbei shook his head and ate a lot at noon, feeling still not digested.

Chen Zhuo said "um" and crossed his hands on his legs.

In the carriage, it was quiet for a long time.

When Chen Zhuo looked in the direction of Xianbei again, he saw that the little girl's head was shaking with the bumps.

Fell asleep?

Chen Zhuo raised his upper body silently and observed carefully.

I got up early and had a busy day, so I should be sleepy.

The eyelashes were covered there quietly, the white skin was faintly breathing evenly.

Chen Zhuo hooked his lips and leaned back. At this moment, he could only see the back of Senbei's head and the hair curling out of his ears, which was painted in the same clear and shiny orange by the evening photos.

The arc between the lips closed back, and then tightened again.

Chen Zhuo remembered the words Yuanyuan and herself had said in the library.

In fact, she told him many old things about Senbei.

It was about ten years ago, when Senbei had just entered junior high school, and the focus of the city was excellent.

Senbei's parents divorced when she was three years old because the man cheated.

After the divorce, Xian's mother was full of complaints about life, and applied this emotion to her daughter, almost paranoidly eager for her to stand out and fight for herself.