To Burn On Touch

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Look at him, Don't you want someone to press your button? There won't be this shop after passing this village. If you complain about being tired again later, I won't care about you!

Chu Mian sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the back of Yu Ran's neck. Her tone seemed to be a warning: From now on, ignore the advertisements and flyers on the road, the text messages and phone calls from strangers on your phone. Do you understand?

Yu Ran nodded inexplicably, and Chu Mian pushed his head hard again, and then he managed to calm down.

Chu Mian was in a hurry before going out and packed her luggage again. Yu Ran took off his sweatshirt and only wore a black vest. After washing, he lay down on the bedside to observe Chu Mian. When he saw him taking out several books from the box and placing them beside the bed, Yu Ran moved over and looked at the covers.

What is this, a bedtime story? Yu Ran tapped the cover of the hard-cover book twice, and after getting Chu Mian's permission, he opened it and read it. The entire book was in English, and there were some rare words that he couldn't translate, so he asked Chu Mian to read them to him.

When Chu Mian also lay down on the bed, Yu Ran shrank into the quilt and lay on his side. He usually hated doing English listening, but now it was a pleasure to listen to Chu Mian's fluent and standard voice, maybe because the tone of the young man in front of him was gentler. .

When Chu Mian finished reading a long paragraph, Yu Ran applauded and cheered even though he didn't understand: That's great! Do you usually read foreign books like this? Aren't you tired from reading them?

This is the only book I have read completely. My mother gave it to me when I was in elementary school. Chu Mian pinched the corner of the book and turned it over gently. This Little Prince is not his favorite book, but the fox in it is his favorite story character, stable and tolerant.

Staying next to Yu Ran, he was already relaxed and said whatever came to his mind: I thought she had some meaning in giving me this book, so I spent a month looking up words while reading it, and also searched for many other people on the Internet. I read it just to understand the story.

...But when I held the book and wanted to communicate with her, she told me that she gave me this book just to let me learn English well.

At the end of the sentence, Chu Mian laughed helplessly.

Yu Ran was lying next to him, looking directly at the soft light on his side face, and asked, What does the paragraph you just read mean?

Chu Mian turned back the page and easily translated it into Chinese: 'To me, you are nothing more than a child, no different from thousands of other children. I don't need you, and you don't need me; right To you, I am nothing more than a fox, no different from thousands of other foxes, but if you tame me, then we will need each other...'

You are unique to me and I am unique to you.

——He paused for a moment and did not read the last sentence.

Even if it was just a line, he felt that such romantic words were not suitable to say to Ran.

Yu Ran turned over, lying down in the same posture as Chu Mian, and asked curiously: When you were a child, did your mother read you stories in Chinese or in foreign languages?

Chu Mian hardly needed to remember, She never read me a story.

Then how does she coax you to sleep? Yu Ran was surprised. He once pestered Li Guirong to read Snow White seven times in a row. In the end, his mother got mad and beat him before he would sleep obediently. He thought that all his peers Have similar experience.

She never coaxed me to sleep. Chu Mian answered truthfully. Before he entered elementary school, he spent most of his time with early childhood teachers, while Ye Zhihan only focused on his own life. He often spent an afternoon doing hair and nails, but was unwilling to devote more energy to his son.

Yu Ran thought for a while and asked, Then you won't cry? When I was a child, I always cried on purpose and asked my mother to play with me.

Chu Mian shook his head hesitantly. In his impression, he had never cried much since he could remember. It was not because he had a strong tolerance, but because the environment in which he grew up did not allow him to cry to attract the attention of adults. Chu Yu was very busy with his career and had no time to pay attention to him; and Ye Zhihan did not want to play the role of a mother, but just wanted to be a woman living a free life.

He must be obedient and independent so that his elders will praise him when they have time.

Yu Ran slumped on the pillow and sighed lazily: Your mother is as beautiful as you, but I feel like she is nothing like you.

Chu Mian's lips curved and she said slowly, Well, her life credo is to maintain her elegance at all times, and no one can hinder her. I suspect that the most embarrassing day in her life... was when she gave birth to me.

He raised his hand to close the English book and put it on the bedside table.

Yu Ran stared at his knuckled fingers, Then have you ever ridden on your father's back?

No, neither of them has time to care about me. Chu Mian said lightly, stretched out her arms and turned off the light control.

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