How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Chuchi was about to die.

It took a long way to walk from the teaching building back to the dormitory. She was holding a large handful of snake fruit with difficulty. The big one could hardly hold it. When halfway through, the arm felt like she was about to break.

Those who had seen the Christmas Eve apples before passing by on the road were gone, and Chuchi silently lowered his head, looking at the cup of apples in his arms.

A thirty yuan, how much does it cost!

Since I was a child, my father's diligence and thrift are the virtues of the first day. I feel very painful.

As soon as he arrived in the bedroom, Churi threw the apple on the table, pulled out a clean cloth bag, and sat on a chair to peel off the layers of wrapping paper.

She took out all the apples one by one, put them in the bag, and repeated the action mechanically, even a little dazed.

She looked directly at the bag of bright red snake fruit and suddenly said: "Let's go sell apples."

Lin Tong: "..."

Gu Han: "..."

Xue Niannan turned his head back to Ma Zhe: "First of all, the development of the capitalist economy provides economic, social and historical conditions for the emergence and development of Marxism -"

Gu Han looked at her inconceivably: "I thought it was already amazing enough to chase my sister and give me an apple. You actually want to sell it?"

Chuchi blinked: "But so much, we can't finish it, it's a waste."

Lin Tong came with a hot water bottle in his hand and snapped it. The hot water bottle shot on her head: "It's not that I said, Xiao Gardenia, what's going on with you, Master Lu, now."

Chuichi screamed, raised his hand and took it in his arms.

She turned to sit, resting her chin on the back of her chair, frowning a little confused: "I don't know."

Lin Tong: "Is he chasing you?"

Gu Han: "He is chasing you."

Xue Niannan: "The proletariat's struggle against the bourgeoisie is intensifying day by day, and it puts forward a strong demand for the guidance of scientific theory--"

Chuichi rubbed the hot water bottle in his hand and lowered his eyes to the voice: "Yeah..."

Xue Niannan finally raised his head and smiled: "No, he took you to a lesson for a week just because he took a final exam in the advertising department."

Hatsui stared her eyes wide: "Really?"

"..."

Gu Han sighed for a long time: "I suddenly felt that this pink water glass senior is also very pitiful. What's the matter?"

Lin Tong frowned, pulled a fruit knife out of the drawer, and raised his hand toward the beginning: "So what do you think, how do you like it, do you like it or not, accept it or not."

Chuchi also frowned, and took a snake fruit out of the cloth bag and threw it away to her: "I don't know, I always feel a little--"

She couldn't say anything, and didn't know how to express it.

Hatsuki felt that this person seemed to have come to grips with such a thing. Three-point sincerity could tell seven-point love, not knowing what he could believe and what he couldn't believe.

Although he said that she shouldn’t run too far that night, and she really kept her indistinguishable distance, brought her breakfast every day, watched her finish, and didn’t talk much, sitting quietly in a row behind her Accompanying her to class, she seemed to be idle until the beginning of the day and began to wonder if he was expelled from school.

But she did not know if this was his whim.

Chuichi grew up so big that he never seemed to like any boy.

Even with the story and Yin Mingshuo's "first love", after breaking up, she didn't even feel a little bit, and even felt that the school flowers were very beautiful. , Sincerely want to pay tribute to the vital capacity of these two people.

So if you think about it from another angle, will she be willing to take Yin Mingshuo home?

It seems unwilling.

If Yin Mingshuo, or anyone else who is ill, stands in front of her house, will she agree to his stay?

It seems not.

What if someone else did the same thing as Lu Jiaheng and said the same thing?

Chuichi felt that he might call the police.

But that person replaced him, and I don't know why, everything is different.

As if it were him, it would be fine.

Before she knew how much he was there, he seemed to be the first to be different on her side.

Thinking of this, Chuchi frowned, his small face weeping, and sighed long: "Will I still sell this apple..."

On the night of Christmas Eve, Lu Jiaheng returned home.

Both Lu Hongsheng and Jiang Ruan were at home, and he laughed with joy in front of the door.

Upon entering the door, the living room was quiet.

Only Lu Jiayi, as always, looked at him with crystal clear eyes.

The child couldn't help grinning, clumsily crawling down the sofa with his fat legs, and Ruanuo Nuo's voice called him: "Brother!"

Jiang Ruan chased him behind: "Yi Yi! Wear shoes!"

Lu Jiayi ignored her and ran to Lu Jiaheng in front of her. She suddenly turned to her head as if remembering something, and raised her hand to push her: "Mom is a little bit away from her brother. Mom should not beat her brother."

Jiang Ruan's face changed slightly, and he whispered in a hurry: "Yi Yi! What are you talking about!"

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows slightly and looked up at her with a smile.

Lu Hongsheng had heard it, sat on the sofa and raised his head, frowning: "What's going on?"

Jiang Ruan pursed his lips, his face slightly changed: "Nothing, I misunderstood him."

Lu Jiaheng hooked his lips, changed his shoes and entered the house without speaking.

Jiang Ruan has whispered and explained under Lu Hongsheng's questioning. This person, Lu Hongsheng, feels that he is the center of the world and the head of the family. All things must be under his control. He must know all things. All Everyone has to listen to him, and his face is naturally not good at this time.

Lu Jiaheng nestled into the sofa and listened to each other, as if nothing had happened to him. He stretched out his long legs, lowered his eyelashes, and looked less interested in anything.

He waited for a while, and there was no meaning to stop there. Jiang Ruan's eyes were a little bit red, and his voice was raised high: "I was looking for a child for an afternoon! When I saw that this was the case, how worried I was. It’s not that he had never eaten peach for Yiyi before. Who knows if he did it on purpose! Even if he didn’t give it, knowing that Yiyi is allergic, why didn’t he stop it then?”

What she said made sense, and Lu Hongsheng didn't speak for a while.

Lu Jiaheng slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at the family of three acting like a play.

Lu Jiayi shrank and wept in the corner, her little head drooped, tears in her eyes, panic and helpless.

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyes and looked at the watch on the wall, less than six o'clock.

At the beginning of the get out of class at five o'clock, she should have been out of class for a while now.

Lu Jiaheng tapped the sofa armrest with his fingertips, pinched the ears on the cushion to play with it, and said casually: "If you think your son is a fool, he has just eaten the things in the courtyard, and he will eat it if he eats it, then you Just as I did it on purpose." He squinted and looked at the child in the corner, "Are you a fool?"

Lu Jiayi sniffed his nose and shook his head like a rattle: "Yi Yi doesn't eat, Yi Yi is not a fool."

Lu Hongsheng frowned, then turned his head to look at him and said sharply: "Can you speak well? Who taught you how to speak yin and yang?"

"It's useless to teach you anyway," Lu Jiaheng stopped looking at the surface, a little impatient, "What the **** are you doing?"

His tone is not very good, according to usual, Lu Hongsheng may directly explode.

Today, he was obviously restraining and forbearing. He didn't answer the call for a long time. He took a deep breath and calmly calmed with an unusual tone of voice: "You return to the company for internship in winter vacation?"

Oh, it's such a thing.

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and slowly raised the corner of his lips: "Yes."

"How did the old man tell you?"

Lu Jiaheng almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He lazily slapped his eyes blindly: "You're disappointed that you are letting him."

Sure enough, Lu Hongsheng's expression changed slightly, and for a moment, he returned to his original state.

Lu Jiaheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his face was quiet.

He seemed to be able to see his high-speed brain.

Grandpa Lu is almost sparse this year. Lu Hongsheng is the only son. Although Lu Jiaheng has a bad relationship with him, he is also a father and son anyway.

What's more, his eldest son is notoriously dumbfounded in the circle. He doesn't learn how to do it. He hangs out every year. Every day, he only knows that he is fooling around with a group of fox friends. Which woman in the club may be the most beautiful. The things in the company I'm afraid I don't know at all.

Thinking of this, Lu Hongsheng was relieved again, and the whole person relaxed.

Lu Jiaheng bent his lips and felt quite ironic.

His eyes fell back to the dial again. He lost the sofa cushion in his hand and stood up: "Nothing else? Nothing else. I left, and I asked a friend at night."

As soon as Lu Jiaheng walked downstairs to the girl's bedroom, he saw Chu Zhi walked out with a cloth bag in his hand.

The bag looked heavy. She was carrying her hands in both hands, leaning back slightly, her arms stretched straight, the bag was placed on her feet, and she stopped after a short walk, like a clumsy little penguin.

Lu Jiaheng held the phone sideways and hid behind the tree next to him: "I'll pass in a while." He didn't wait for Cheng Yi to answer over there and hung up the phone and walked towards Chuchi.

The little penguin had just stepped down the stairs in front of the bedroom, and was moving forward staggeringly, muttering something whispered while walking, his ruddy lips moved gently, and his voice shook his head.

Lu Jiaheng unconsciously raised the corner of his lips, slowed down and walked in front of her.

There was a person in front of him, and Hatsuri looked up in a daze. At first glance, he seemed to be frightened and stepped back two steps.

Because the class was about to start, the two didn't have time to say two words.

The content of the final dialogue was still what he asked for, but he clearly said what he said, but Hakuchi felt a little ashamed, lowered his eyes and didn’t look at him, and said dryly: "Good school..."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and looked at the bag at her feet: "Is this an apple?"

Chuichi nodded.

"I gave you?"

First click again.

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you going to give me back?"

Shakuchi shook his head and said honestly, "I'm going to sell."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng thought he had misheard: "What?"

At first, he shrunk his shoulders and repeated it bravely: "I plan to sell..."

Lu Jiaheng smiled angrily: "Do you plan to give me your apple and sell it?"

"Then I will return the money to you," she said, her voice soft, thin, and her head drooping, as if she was still complaining to him, "How can you be so arrogant, spend so much money to buy so much, eat again It’s wasteful to eat.”

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak.

For a long while, he sighed softly: "I heard them saying that I gave an apple to someone I like on Christmas Eve, so I can wish her a safe and happy year."

For the first time, he was taken aback, looking up at him.

He lowered his eyes and seemed to feel a little naive. He smiled softly, and his dark eyes looked at her calmly and intently: "I just want to give you all that I could buy at that time."

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