I Really Want to Sleep Until I Wake Up Naturally

Fu Xuechen withdrew the post after posting on the forum. He didn't even bother to reply. He suddenly thought of something, raised his head, and asked Ran Xing: "Girlfriend, what's your phone number? I'll save it. !"

Wechat is basically used for social networking now, and there are relatively few calls. Fu Xuechen didn’t have Ran Xing’s mobile phone number before, but the phone is still one of the important contact methods. Fu Xuechen is now with Ran Xing, I thought about saving my girlfriend's phone number.

Ran Xing had no opinion on this, and reported the number directly: "13..."

Fu Xuechen, a math genius, is sensitive to numbers. Ran wakes up to report it once, and he remembers it. He dialed the number and reminded with a smile: "You also save mine."

Ran Xing gave a "um", hung up the phone, saved the number, and remarked as "Fu Xuechen".

Fu Xuechen's eyesight is standard 2.0. He glanced down at the top, and immediately swept to Ran Xing's remarks, so he remarked Ran Xing's number as "Fu Xuechen's little wife".

The two exchanged mobile phone numbers, and then went to visit Wuhou Temple, Wuhou Temple is not big, and they visited Jinli, which is separated by a wall from Wuhou Temple.

Jinli was Jinguan City in ancient times. It is the oldest and most historic street in Chengdu. Jinli is well-known.

Nowadays, Jinli is a commercial pedestrian street with tea houses, inns, theatres, bars, handicraft stores, and of course various snacks. Chengdu locals inevitably feel that Jinli's snacks are not authentic enough , but when foreign tourists come, it is inevitable that they want to try it and create an atmosphere.

It happened to be noon, Ran Xing followed Fu Xuechen to Jinli to eat all kinds of snacks, buckwheat noodles, three cannons, husband and wife lung slices, glutinous rice cakes... buy and eat at will.

Passing by the small stall of Zhuantang, Fu Xuechen pulled Ran Xing forward, Zhuantang man is an old master, seeing someone coming up, he asked: "Do you choose one directly, or take a chance A try."

In the booth of Zhuantang people, there are several samples of masters. Now Zhuantang people keep up with the times and trends. The master actually painted Peppa Pig with sugar to sell.

Fu Xuechen asked with a smile, "Master, can you paint my girlfriend with sugar?"

Speaking, pointing to Ran Xing again and again.

Ran Xing was suddenly cued, and it was this kind of thing, surprised and a little funny at the same time.

I think, ah ah ah ah, God Fu is too good to paint her with sugar.

The master is a veteran craftsman. He has been in this line for many years, and it is easy to draw a little girl, so he readily replied: "No problem."

Fu Xuechen folded his hands and pleaded, "Then ask the master to draw a candy like my girlfriend, I'll give you more money."

The master looked at the two young faces, and knew it was the student party, shook his head and refused: "No need to add money, the same price."

Fu Xuechen quickly thanked: "Then thank you, master, you can watch it and draw the whole person or the head."

The master nodded, raised his eyelids and glanced at Ranxing, then scooped a spoonful of heated iron and poured it on the white cloth. The little man drew it.

Fu Xuechen took over the sugar man who looked like his girlfriend from the master, and was really amazed by the master's craftsmanship, he praised from the bottom of his heart: "Master, your craftsmanship is also very good, right? This candy is really exactly the same as my girlfriend."

After finishing, he said, "Then ask the master to draw another me!"

The old master glanced coldly at the big boy in front of him, and felt that the young people today really know how to play, and he actually let him, an old master in his 60s, draw people and couples, but he started a business. It's not easy to refuse the customer's request, so the master scooped another spoonful of sugar and painted the big boy in front of him.

Fu Xuechen paid the sugar money on WeChat, thanked him again, and then turned to leave.

He has a candy painting in one hand, himself on the left, and his girlfriend on the right. He smiled cleanly and clearly towards Ran Xing: "Girlfriend, let's have a candy!"

The streets of Jinli use the architectural style of Ming and Qing Dynasties, and promote the culture of the three kingdoms of Qin and Han.

On the National Day, Jinli tourists flocked endlessly. On the bustling streets, the young man looked at her with a smile and a candy painting, his expression was calm and calm, and his temperament was gentle and romantic, like a handsome fairy The angry aristocratic young master is like a filthy noble son who came out of an ancient painting.

Ran Xing began to be in a trance again.

It's not because of Fu Xuechen's peerless beauty, but because of his childhood.

Xiao Ran wakes up in pink and jade, looks delicate and cute, she should be a likable child, but she is naturally quiet and withdrawn, and even speaks very late, when she is more than four years old, I just started to speak slowly, but even if I can speak, I don’t like to say it very much. I often only say one or two words. It can be said that words are precious.

Ran's father and Ran's mother were afraid that there would be problems with her daughter's language, and she was worried. In order to coax her daughter to speak, Ran Sze used all kinds of methods.

Trans sugar is one of them.

Ran Sze, who was in her twenties at the time, led Xiaoran to the booth and asked carefully, "Baby, do you want to try sugar transfer?"

Xiao Ran woke up and blinked curiously, looked over at the turntable, then quickly turned away, trotted to hide behind Father Ran, and timidly extended her head to look at Zhuantangren's Sugar Videos.

Ran Sze continued patiently and asked: "Does the baby not want to turn? Then Dad will turn it for you! Dad really wanted to turn a dragon when he was a child! Baby, if you want a dragon, Dad will turn a dragon for you. ."

Xiao Ran woke up with a bulging cheek, and for a long time, slowly spit out two words: "Tiger."

Ran Sze laughed immediately: "Baby wants a tiger, that's okay, Dad will help you turn a tiger."

Saying that, the turntable begins to spin.

In those years, Zhuantang was just Zhuantang, it depended on luck, and no designation was accepted. Zhuantang people’s turntable was not small, and there were many animals. It was very difficult to rotate a tiger.

Ran Sze agreed to turn her head to the tiger for her daughter, which must be turned, but he was not very lucky, the turn was full of sugar, and even the dragon, which was difficult to turn, turned several times Only then did he turn out a tiger with difficulty.

When Ran Sze came back with her daughter, Xiao Ran woke up holding a candy in the shape of a tiger in his hand, but Ran's father had a bamboo stick in his left hand. .

Ransze watched her daughter eat candy quietly, holding a hand of candy, smiling softly and pampering: "Baby, look at Dad, now, a hand of candy."

Dislike: "It's not delicious."

Ransze: "..."

A child who has grown up in the honeypot and has been loved since childhood is always difficult to be moved. Ran Xing looked at the teenager who painted her candy in front of him, her cheeks bulged, and she couldn't help sighing: "You feel like my dad!"

Fu Xuechen: "..."

This girl's thinking is too jumpy, he can't keep up.

Ran Xing's voice was soft and waxy, and he said slowly: "It's very like when you coax me with candy."

Her parents dote on her too much, so many boys are very ordinary, and she doesn't like them at all.

Ran Xing has always felt that she is a girl who is difficult to be deceived by men. As long as she thinks that the other party is not as good as her father, she has no desire to fall in love.

But Fu Xuechen, very occasionally, can poke her.

For example, when he asked the master to paint her with sugar.

Ran Xing smiled sweetly, reached out, and went to get her own candy: "So, give it to me, I'll try it."

Look at this candy, is it the sweet taste in my memory.

Fu Xuechen watched the little girl reach for the candy in his right hand, hooked his lips and chuckled, directly stuffed the candy into his mouth, and then handed the candy in his left hand over, he was leisurely He opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, I have eaten this candy that looks like Ran Xing, you... eat me!"

Ran Xing: "..."

It's all a routine! !

Ran Xing rolled his eyes in his heart, and went to pick up the sugar painting of Fu Xuechen with a little disgust. The bamboo sticks in the sugar painting were neither long nor short. Touching Fu Xuechen's index finger, Ran Xing was startled by a soft and warm touch.

The feeling of the little girl brushing her index finger with the pulp of her finger was as short as a dragonfly.

Fu Xuechen felt that an electric current was flowing through the smooth finger pulp. He was shocked like an electric shock. He almost couldn't help but want to bounce off, but he calmly waited for Ran Xing to take it. Too much sugar.

Subconsciously raised her eyes to look at her, she looked slightly surprised, and quickly restrained those complicated emotions.

My heart is like a drum.

This...this rounding is equal to holding hands!

Fu Xuechen, you are very good. We kissed the **** the first day and held hands.

Ran Xing looked at the candy in the shape of Fu Xuechen in her hand, with inexplicable resentment, she stuffed it into her mouth as if venting her anger, and quickly crunched it. .

Fu Xuechen saw the little girl eating candy like she was treating her father's enemy, and smiled lazily: "Ran Xing, do you want to bite me so much?"

Ran Xing glared at him faintly.

Fu Xuechen put his hand to her lips vigorously: "What kind of skill is biting sugar, biting people!"

Come on, my lord, I can bite you wherever you want!

Ran Xing looked at the slender and jade-like hand in front of him, and really wanted to take a bite.

Fu Xuechen, he definitely belongs to the type that gives a little sunshine, he will be brilliant, and he will climb along with a pole.

When she's not with him, he's pretty sassy.

Now that I'm with him, he's not just a prankster, he's a rage.

Ran Xing scolded all kinds of scolding in his heart: bastard, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, you know how to tease me!

The author has something to say:Yicheng: Where do you most want to wake up and bite you?

Fu Shen: Guess!

Yicheng: I can't help it!

Send 50 small red envelopes to apologize.