I Love You Every Time You Play

Why is it "I will take you home" instead of "I will take you home"?

Jiang Youshu sat on the back seat of the bicycle, thinking about this issue.

The wind of late autumn came in from the front, and most of it was blocked by Yan Anzhen. Jiang Youshu looked up at her and saw the loose little **** on her head, gently undulating with her movements, like a sway in the wind. The next moment, this flower bone blossomed suddenly, splashing ink from top to bottom like Jiang Youshu—the small rubber band that tied his hair suddenly broke.

The lump of hair fell on Jiang Youshu's face, and her dreaming Leng Xiang struck her. She closed her eyes and silently took out her phone.

Yan Anzheng's cold voice came from the front: "Is my hair a little in the way?"

Jiang Youshu shook his head quickly: "No."

After a while, Yan Anzhen asked again: "Do you have a rubber band?"

"No." Jiang Jiang's hair was very fluffy and lush, and when it fell apart, it made her look very lazy and charming. She also used this wisely, and she rarely tied it up on weekdays, but—

"I have a small silk scarf in my bag, which can temporarily replace the rubber band." Jiang Youshu has a hobby, that is, he likes to buy silk scarves, all kinds of silk scarves, sometimes worn with different styles of clothes. There are different surprises, sometimes it is pure collection. This time is no exception. She bought a lot of silk scarves when she went shopping with Ninghao last time, and put one in her bag when she went out. She didn't expect that there would be another day in handy.

Yan Anzhen didn't want to bother others, and just wanted to say no, the people behind seemed to be excited instantly, their voices were a lot higher, and the ending sound rose, touching people's hearts inexplicably in this night:

"Let me tie it up for you. I can tie my hair. When I was a child, I used to tie my hair when I played with Barbie dolls and didn't like changing clothes. Later, a college roommate entered the Hanfu pit. I did all those hairstyles for her. "

As he said, he drove the bicycle to sway slightly.

"No need" the three words hurriedly stopped, and Yan Anzhen swallowed back silently, not wanting to let the other party lose interest, she found a place to stop, turned back and looked down at Jiang Youshu, and said: "Then please."

The galaxy in the sky, the world is shining, the beauty is down, the mole is dazzling, she looked at her, with a gaze gesture, Jiang Youshu suddenly held his breath without blinking.

The night breeze blew again in good time, picking up her long hair, and also picking up her heart.

Jiang Youshu took out the silk scarf from his bag, folded it in half and gave it to Yan Anzhen, then walked behind her, slightly raised his hand, and put the hair in the palm of his hand, revealing her white neck, dark. In the background, the white dotted in it, and a casual glance ahead, you can see that the neckline of her brown sweater is a little low, and the line of the neck is connected downwards. It is her collarbone. For a moment, she is a little dry.

Realizing that she hadn't moved for a while, Yan Anzhen asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Youshu suddenly returned to his senses, his voice was a little dumb when he opened his mouth, with something to cover up: "What hairstyle do you want?"

"A simple ponytail is good."

Simple ponytail, why let others do it. Yan Anzhen lowered her eyelashes, a ripple in her eyes.

Jiang Youshu held the hair in one hand and took the silk scarf from Yan Anzhen's hand. First, he circled his fingers twice, and then ran his fingers into the hair room. While running along the hair, he wrapped the silk scarf in. It was a simple one. The ponytail was inlaid into a silk scarf with a sea-blue background and a white light dot pattern. The jet-black hair and the sea-blue silk scarf are entwined together, which has a unique beauty.

When she was knitting, her dexterous fingers inadvertently rubbed Yan Anzhen's earlobes and neck, like a dragonfly, suddenly arrived, and then left suddenly, leaving only a slight itching.

Yan Anzhen’s skin is very sensitive, and the subtle sensations will be magnified exponentially if she touches it a little bit.

The lips opened and closed again, and she waited patiently.

At the end of the hair, there is a little silk scarf that is just enough to make a circle and tie a small bow. Jiang Youshu finished these, and finally twisted the two "wings", and smiled and said: "It's a pity, the ponytail is gone. Can show one-tenth of my strength."

Yan Anzhen saw that she was ready, turned around and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, good-looking silk scarves are meant to match good-looking people." Jiang Youshu said, his eyes darkened a bit while looking at her, but he hid it well and didn't let the other party notice.

"Let's go."

Jiang Youshu sat back in the back seat of the bicycle, and when he lifted his eyes, he could see Yan Anzhen’s ponytail hanging behind his head. The two "wings" on it that did not match her temperament trembled with the wind, some inexplicably well-behaved. feel.

A trace of sweetness came out from the bottom of my heart.

After another traffic light, we will arrive at the dormitory.

They stopped at the intersection, chatting one after another, and the window of the next car waiting for the traffic lights rolled down, revealing a livid face, and said livid words: "Hey, beauties, what? Riding a bicycle home, do you want my little brother to give you a ride? A beautiful woman should be equipped with a car, how can I make the bicycle wrong with you?" After saying that, he stretched out an arm and patted the car body, looking at both unscrupulously. People, after they heard the sound and cast their sights, there was an excitement in his eyes, as if he had seen the prey.

Jiang Youshu has always been too lazy to pay attention to this kind of person. When she is in a bad mood, she will spray back unceremoniously like Ning Hao, but she is in a good mood now, and no monsters, ghosts and snakes can disturb her interest.

Yan Anzhen also knows that when he gets up against this kind of person, whatever he says will only add fire to the other person’s interest. He wanted to take his gaze back after just taking a look, but when he heard the other person’s sentence "beauties should go with incense cars." He paused for a while, then looked at it faintly, and said calmly, "beauties are with silk scarves."

The man was taken aback: "What the hell?"

Jiang Youshu in the back seat was also taken aback, and then the whole face came to life, as if endless joy came out of the corner. She looked at the man in the car, and her voice trembled when she wanted to say anything. Some fragmented syllables made the man inexplicable.

"It's the green light." Yan Anzhen reminded her to laugh at her disagreement, "Grab it well."

Jiang Youshu smiled and said "OK", then raised his hand and grabbed the corner of her coat.

Yan Anzhen paused, and repeated kindly: "Grasp well."

Jiang Youshu tilted his head again, fingers tight, and said sweetly and eagerly: "Grasp it well."

"..."

Yan Anzhen sighed silently in her heart, and then freed her hand to cover Jiang Youshu's back. Just when she thought she was about to break her hand, she held her hand and pressed her on her again in the next second. On the waist, a serious voice floated down from above:

"Hold it well."

"…Um."

Amidst the beating of a drum, Jiang Youshu's two arms circled left and right, and circled Yan Anzhen in her arms. Because of this action, half of her cheek was pressed against the opponent's back, and she was afraid of the chest cavity. The beating of his heart made people suspicious, and it separated a little gap slightly, trying to cover it up.

Detecting the action the other party posted on, Yan Anzhen wanted to remind her that this is a bicycle, not a motorcycle, and there is no need to hug it so tightly, but just thought about it and didn't say anything.

Maybe, she also can't bear the fullness of this closeness.

There were some smiles in her eyes, and the street lamps that were constantly greeted and thrown by the roadside made her eyes shining brightly.

The night tonight is so quiet.

The night is so noisy tonight.

After the traffic lights, Yan Anzhen sent her to the dormitory downstairs, and the two said goodbye.

Jiang Youshu stepped into the elevator with excitement.

Back to the staff dormitory, it’s already a quarter past ten. I won’t have to go to work tomorrow, and everyone else is still up. Chen Xiaoshi and Yang Huihui are resting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing that she is back, Chen Xiaoshi softly asked, "What good has happened? , I feel so happy."

"Secret." Jiang Youshu put up his green index finger on his red lips, jumping out of the corner of his eyebrows with joy.

Closing the door of the room, Jiang Youshu was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, clicked on the circle of friends, selected a picture, accompanied by a line of words, and clicked "confirm" to send.

Refresh, a new message appeared in the circle of friends.

A back view, from the angle of view, it can be seen that the person who took the photo was sitting behind holding the mobile phone to take the picture. In the picture, a small piece of white neck is exposed with hair that floats in the wind.

With words: The old man has never seen such smooth and soft hair.

Followed by a [color] emoticon package.

Soon, many people gave her a thumbs up, and I would rather comment below: [Who is this? The hair quality is pretty good. Have you gotten it in the barber shop? 】

She watched for a while, put down the phone and prepared to take a bath first, and then reply after the bath.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Youshu walked out, wiping his wet hair, picked up the phone and took a look, his eyes condensed instantly.

Yan Anzhen also gave her a thumbs up.

She also replied a few words in a bunch of comments, which is the brand name of a shampoo.

Jiang Youshu sent a compliment that the drunkard didn't mean to drink. The other party didn't realize her deep meaning and gave her a brand of shampoo.

"Hahahahaha."

Jiang Youshu couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Yan Anzheng's cold and detached appearance is super cute.

There is a play.

Jiang Youshu held the phone and felt a bright road ahead of him.

But now there is a wall standing on this bright avenue.

Chen Xiaoshi’s laughter came in from outside, and she remembered that if Chen Xiaoshi and Yan Anzhen did not meet tonight, according to the timeline set by A Lai, the two would meet for the first time in six days.

In any case, they should not be allowed to see each other.

On the other side, Yan Anzhen finished replying, put down the phone and was about to take a bath, and she just wanted to untie the small bow on the end of her hair in front of the mirror, and suddenly stopped.

"..."

Thinking of the picture in Jiang Youshu's circle of friends, she stared at herself in the mirror, picked up the phone again, turned on the rear camera, turned her back to the mirror, and tapped her finger. She still had the usual ordinary expression, but in the mirror, she wore a ponytail for her, her black hair and silk scarf entwined, black and blue lingering.

Some...reluctant to disperse.

She sighed silently, clicked on the gallery, and created a new album book named "Jiang".

Then move this photo into "Jiang".