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Chapter 100 Can I hug you?

Walking behind Yan Xin, Feng Xi loosened and tightened his fists, tightened and loosened them again, and said quietly:

"You are so kind. You are so generous to your female classmates. You gave her a down jacket worth 300 yuan as a gift and even helped her take a taxi."

"She came here to do me a favor today. She has also suffered in such a cold weather. She wears so little. Isn't it normal to give her a piece of clothing?"

When talking about this matter, Yan Xin lost his temper and said:

"I was just taking care of your business by the way, but you are very good. A down jacket that costs 150 yuan a piece, you can increase it to 300 yuan. I said, is this how you are so familiar with it?"

"I'm sorry, I was so angry for a moment that I said that on purpose. I didn't mean to kill you." Feng Xi said in a low voice.

"What are you angry about? I'll take care of your business, what do you have to be angry about?" Yan Xin didn't understand.

Feng Xi said pitifully: "On such a cold day, I am squatting here selling clothes alone, and no one cares about me. When I see other girls being cared about, I feel uncomfortable when I think of myself, so

I couldn’t control myself…”

As he spoke, he sniffed again, with a cry in his voice: "I'm sorry, I'll refund the money to you."

Yan Xin looked back and saw that she was actually going to take out her wallet to count the money. He sighed and said, "Forget it, it doesn't cost much. I bought everything, so don't even think about refunding it."

But before he finished speaking, Feng Xi took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it directly into the pocket outside his down jacket.

Yan Xin was stunned for a moment and said: "Why give two hundred yuan? Even if you want to refund, just refund one hundred and fifty yuan."

Feng Xi said sheepishly: "Actually, the clothes are not that expensive. Although the price is marked on it, others will make counter-offers when buying clothes. For a hundred yuan a piece, I can still make money."

Yan Xin thought to himself: "What a little profiteer!"

Thinking about the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes she bought from her today and she still hasn't paid back the price, it was a lot of trouble for her.

This little profiteer was so determined to kill him!

Then I thought: "Forget it, just treat it as sponsoring her tuition."

Then he asked: "The purchase price is so cheap, is that a down jacket of yours?"

Feng Xi did not give a direct answer, only said: "It says down jacket."

Then he added: "It's quite warm anyway."

Yan Xin understood.

While talking, he had already pushed the bicycle onto the street.

He stood at the intersection and looked at the sky. The snow was still falling, and his hands holding the handlebars were almost frozen.

He said to Feng Xi: "It's so cold and snowy. It's not suitable for you to go back on a bicycle. How about we wait for the minibus to come and take a ride back? Just put the bicycle on the car and let it be pulled back."

Feng Xi said: "However, there are many people riding on the bus now, and there may not be room for my bicycle on the bus."

Yan Xin glanced at her: "You're not willing to part with the five yuan fare, are you? It's such a cold day and it's snowing, what's the matter?"

Feng Xi lowered his head and said, "I really have no place."

After a while, he added: "Besides, it will take more than an hour for the bus to come down."

The fare from the town back to the village was originally three yuan per person, but because it was the Chinese New Year, the fare was increased to five yuan.

It's like this every year. It won't drop back to the original price until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It is emphasized every year not to increase prices during the Chinese New Year, but that emphasis does not have any binding force. All privately operated minibuses will increase their prices, starting from double the price.

On New Year's Eve and the first and second days of the lunar new year, the number of vehicles on some routes will double on this basis.

There is no way, one is celebrating the Chinese New Year, he wants to drive a sports car, and it is normal to want to make more money.

Another thing is that there is a lot of traffic during this period, so if the price goes up to this price, you don’t have to worry about not being able to attract people.

At such a price, the cars are packed with people, and some of them can’t even fit in.

Feng Xi's worries are not unreasonable.

Two young people might be able to squeeze in, but it would be difficult to fit a bicycle in.

When it comes to putting it on the rack on the roof of the car, on such a cold day with snow falling outside, the driver may not be willing to climb on the roof of the car to tie it securely, and then have to climb up and take it down again when the time comes.

Yan Xin frowned and looked at the falling snowflakes without saying a word.

Feng Xi stood behind him, hesitated for a while, and then said:

"It will take a long time to wait for the bus. How about we go back together on bicycles? I can save some money by taking you back, and you don't have to wait here for the bus."

Waiting for the bus on a cold day is also a painful thing.

There is no station here, so you can only watch the vehicles coming from the county town on the roadside, look at the route signs on the front of the vehicles, and wave to stop when you encounter the vehicle you want to wait for.

Those cars don't have a fixed time, so you have to keep an eye on every car coming off the roadside, otherwise if you lose your focus, the car you are waiting for may drive by.

Yan Xin could find a street shop to hide in before 3:30, but at 3:30, he would have to come out and look at the cars one after another.

The car you are waiting for may arrive in a few minutes, or it may take half an hour.

Yan Xin looked around the square again and saw that there were no taxis.

After hearing what Feng Xi said, I felt that instead of waiting like this, it would be better to go back on my bicycle.

Of course, he is a grown man and it is impossible for Feng Xi to drive him back as Feng Xi said.

If you really do that, you will be laughed to death by people on the road.

So he said: "That's okay, I'll take you back."

"Okay, thank you." Feng Xi finally showed a smile on his face.

She wears gloves on both hands, the kind of gloves she knitted with wool that expose her fingers. This can keep her hands warm without delaying her work - such as counting money.

Now he took it off and handed it to Yan Xin: "You will get cold if you hold the handle of the car, so wear this."

The two people's hands are not the same size, but Yan Xin's hand can fit it in with just a little bit of effort.

After putting the gloves on, my hands felt much warmer.

Yan Xin got on the car, pushed forward a few meters, pushed the car smoothly, and then said to Feng Xi: "Come up, be gentle."

Feng Xi jogged forward a few steps and caught up with the car. He held the back seat of the car with one hand, bounced a little, and sat on the back seat sideways.

The bicycle shook a bit, and Yan Xin pedaled twice more, stabilized it, and headed forward.

Yan Xin knew how to carry people on a bicycle when he was in junior high school. He has done so with fat people weighing one to two hundred kilograms. Now he only carries Feng Xi, who weighs less than a hundred kilograms. It is no problem at all.

It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but after I got used to it, my speed became faster.

After a while, we got on the simple road back to the village.

After a few steps, he reminded Feng Xi behind:

"There is a pit ahead, please pay attention."

There are too many potholes on the dirt road, some of which can be bypassed, while others cannot be bypassed.

Before he finished speaking, the car jolted, and then an arm wrapped around his waist, and Feng Xi leaned on his back.

He stiffened for a moment.

Behind him, Feng Xi’s timid voice sounded:

"It's very cold today, can I hug you? It will keep you warm."

Yan Xin hummed.

Another arm wrapped around his waist.

The bike swayed again, but soon became smooth again.