Walking Through Fire for You

Lin Qi came in after washing his face. The two of them were staring at their small eyes. He shook his hand and said, "Did you two fuck?"

Lin Luxiao: "..."

Early Southern: "..."

Fuck you Uncle Si.

Lin Luxiao took the lead to stand up and walk out, Nan Chu's expression returned to coldness, and slowly followed behind.

The three got into the car.

Lin Sha Baitian took the lead in the co-pilot. Nan Chu glanced at Lin Luxiao. By coincidence, he also glanced at her. He was tall and condescendingly staring at her. He pointed his chin to the car door, and Nan Chu glanced at him and pulled away. Sit in the back seat door.

Lin Luxiao lowered his head and smiled, and then sat in.

The two did not speak all the way. Nanchu kept looking out the window, as if fascinated by the neon flashing night view outside the window, while Lin Luxiao was chatting with Lin Qi one after another, and Lin Qi chatted endlessly with him. Like a little sparrow, he seemed to have a sense of dependence on Lin Luxiao.

Nanchu opened the window, and the wind came in, and the trees outside the window shook badly. Turning his head, he happened to see Lin Luxiao looking at her. There was too much ambiguity in his eyes to allow her to think too much.

She left the beginning and suddenly remembered when she moved into his home five years ago.

He lived in Lin Luxiao’s house for a month in the sixteenth year of the Southern Junior High School. He went back two or three times during the period. Each time he stayed for a day and a half, and stayed in the army for the rest of the time. By that count, the two really did not count. On cooked.

At that time, the house was a single apartment rented by Lin Luxiao, with three bedrooms and one living room. Except for one bedroom, the other two were converted into a study and a grocery room by him, and a bunch of training and fitness items were thrown away in a mess.

Nanchu doesn’t know how to cook. Every day he calls for takeaways. Once when he went downstairs to get takeouts, he just saw him come back. When the takeaway brother finished looking for the change, Nanchu casually stuffed it in his coat and hurriedly followed his ass. .

Going upstairs, Lin Luxiao changed shoes, Nan Chu carried the curry risotto in his hand, a little embarrassed, after thinking about it, he still handed it to him: "I don't know if you come back today, or if you eat first, I will order another one."

Lin Luxiao threw the key on the cabinet, without looking back, walked in and said, "I have eaten in the team."

"Oh."

Nanchu sat down at the table for dinner.

Lin Luxiao went in and changed his uniform, and looked around casually. Although the girl’s cooking ability was zero, the house was still clean and it was not too dirty. At that time, he himself was a half-sized guy and he was not very good at taking care of it. People, other things are okay to discuss, but when I see the bed, my eyes become sharp.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder, no matter when, the quilt must be folded into tofu pieces.

Like this one that doesn't even stack, throws in a mess on the bed, it can be beaten up in minutes.

The heating is on in the room.

Lin Luxiao changed into a loose gray sweater and black trousers and walked out of the bedroom, took the little girl who was eating in, and pressed it on the chair by the bed, "Look at it," he said.

A few grains of rice were still hanging on Nanchu's mouth.

Then Lin Luxiao flattened the quilt and asked her as she spread it out, "Your mother didn't teach you to fold the quilt?"

"..."

Lin Luxiao wasn't physically strong at that time, he was tall and thinner in juvenile stature, his facial features were not as firm as now, his skin was rounder and more delicate, his skin was whiter than now, the brows and eyes were a little bit evil, his personality was not calm and light now, and he was more surly at the time. Publicity.

But the tone of speech is at least peaceful.

He arched his back and bent in front of the bed, with rare patience: "First, flatten the quilt, leave a third of it, and fold it over."

He said methodically.

"Same as before, fold the other side over, one-third of the position horizontally, and pinch out an area ten centimeters wide with your fingers."

At that time, my hair seemed to be longer than it is now. Under the light, my black hair was soft and soft, and I couldn't help but feel it.

He deliberately slowed down and pointed at the quilt, "Here, come out with a right angle."

The voice also has the unique richness of youth, not as cold as abstinence now.

When he bends down, the neckline of the sweater is exposed, and the slightly convex collarbone down is a nice chest muscle line. It is not a cardio, but the outline is just right. The boy's flat abdomen is down, and the mermaid line is faintly visible.

The heart of the person watching is pounding, and the heartbeat speeds up.

Nanchu matures earlier than ordinary children, knowing what it feels like and what physiological reaction it is.

She also thought it was not surprising, even though she was only sixteen years old.

The man's voice becomes smooth in the night, quite seductive.

"Here, use the same method to trim the inner side to a right angle."

While speaking, Lin Luxiao raised his head slightly and glanced at Nan Chu, but the little girl stared at him firmly, and swallowed her throat for a second, obviously not listening.

He raised his brows, stood up straight, pinched his waist with his hands, "Do I look good?"

"..."

Nodding, nodding.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Will it be folded?"

"..."

Shaking his head, shaking his head.

"The stack is not good, don't eat tonight."

He looked at her and threw a word.

"..."

Between eating and stacking the quilt.

Nanchu chose Lin Luxiao without hesitation.

Perhaps when Nan Yueru came back, she might not even have the opportunity to see him. Thinking about it this way, this evening seemed to be a gift from God to "Sixteen-year-old Love Dou Chu Kai Nan Chu".

That night.

Lin Luxiao smoked by the window.

At the beginning of Nanchu, he stood at the bedside with his "worry" and folded the so-called "tofu cubes" over and over again.

The little girl grows faster, getting more and more diligent every time, and sometimes when she folds well, she is also happy, turning her head to look at him triumphantly, with an expression of praise.

Lin Luxiao leaned against the wall, dusted the soot, and glanced at him, "It's crooked."

The little girl collapsed, and turned to adjust, until she folded the quilt into square tofu cubes.

Lin Luxiao nodded in satisfaction and pinched the cigarette and went out.

The curry rice on the table can no longer be eaten. Nanchu was not hungry anyway, so she poured the meal, sat on the sofa, and took out the script to study. That was the first movie she was going to act in.

Halfway through, there was a white plastic bag on the coffee table.

Nanchu looked up.

A takeaway is still steaming out.

She turned her head subconsciously, Lin Luxiao threw the key on the coffee table, and sat down beside her.

"What is this?" Nan Chu asked.

Lin Luxiao: "Aren't you full?"

"You went out and bought it on purpose?"

He raised his eyebrows, leaned on the sofa, and said lazily: "Otherwise, it fell from the sky?"

"Thank you." Nan Chu said.

He didn't have much expression, motioned her to eat quickly, picked up the remote control and started looking for TV to watch, Nan Chu put the noodles on the coffee table and sat on the floor to eat.

Lin Luxiao glanced at her, grabbed the cushion on the sofa and threw it to her, "Don't sit on the floor naked."

Early Southern: "..."

Obviously still wearing pants.

He is straightforward to speak, and he is not a gentleman, but he is very comfortable to hear in the beginning of the South.

The pictures on the TV were still cutting randomly, and Lin Luxiao couldn't find what he wanted to watch, so he asked Nanchu casually: "What do you want to watch?"

Nanchu looked up, and the picture happened to stop at a famous foreign book "Decameron". He took a mouthful and said, "Well, I haven't read it yet."

Lin Luxiao raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

Nanchu took another bite of noodles, held it in his mouth, nodded without breaking, "Have you seen it?"

Lin Luxiao shook his head, lit a cigarette, and pointed at the TV with his chin: "No, let's see."

This movie was remade in Hong Kong. Many large scales have been cut off, and there is nothing left to watch. However, the atmosphere of the whole movie revolves around **** workers, and some scenes are still blushing.

Early Nanchu pretended to lower his head to eat noodles, and secretly looked at Lin Luxiao from the sidelines.

He leaned lazily on the sofa with his elbows propped on the armrests of the sofa, with cigarettes between his fingertips, his long legs were lightly open, and the smoke was filled. When he smoked, he would squint his eyes, then slightly opened his mouth and vomited. Smoke ring.

It really looks like a young man.

Men are really different from boys.

When Nanchu thought that boys in the class sometimes exchanged resources in this area, they always carried an inexplicable wretchedness.

Lin Luxiao did not.

At that time, he was still between youth and maturity, the unconquered perversion of the youth but the calmness of a man.

The movie that day was not finished.

Halfway through, Lin Luxiao pinched the cigarette, stood up and left.

Nanchu sat on the floor holding a bowl of noodles, looking at the screen with clear eyes, just staying on a classic line: "Although I drink alcohol, I don't indulge in it. Although I am immersed in desire, I can stop it."

...

The car parked downstairs in a community, Nan Chu's thoughts were pulled back, and Lin Luxiao pushed the car door down. She looked around and was surprised to find that this was actually near the campus scene she was shooting now.

No wonder Lin Qi would let him send the ticket that day.

Nan Chu lowered the car window, looked at Lin Luxiao's stiff back, and said to Lin Qi, "Wait a minute, I will smoke a cigarette." Lin Qi glanced back at her, she was about to attack, and saw Nan Chu's cold expression to the end. I didn't say anything.

A cigarette passed.

Nanchu watched Lin Luxiao enter a building, and then a few minutes later, a window on the fourth floor lit up.

She pinched the cigarette casually and said to Lin Qi: "Let's go."

A month later, the school drama finally came to an end.

There were still a few crying scenes that were not filmed. The director waved his hand: "Kill, kill."

Anyway, he didn't have the confidence to continue the filming. Those actresses' crying scenes, howling ghosts, howling, he should have schizophrenia.

It was originally planned that there would be a one-month window period at the beginning of the South.

Unexpectedly, Shen Guangzong temporarily picked up a clothing advertisement for her. It was from a big Italian brand. It was designated for Nanchu, and the announcement was very tight, and she had to fly tomorrow night.

Forget the days at the beginning of the south, tomorrow will happen to be the 9th.

Xi Gu was packing her luggage, Nan Chu hung up the phone and started makeup, turned the closet, tossed for half an hour, put on a black low-cut sling dress, stood in front of the mirror and put on lipstick, Xi Gu realized that it was wrong and asked. She: "You want to go out?"

Nan Chu pursed his lips, "Yes."

"Brother Zong asked me to look at you, you can't run around."

Without looking back, Nan Chu brushed his eyelashes in the mirror: "He asked you to die, are you going?"

"..."

After applying makeup in Nanchu, the low-cut little black dress shows her figure. The woman in the mirror has beautiful eyes. It seems that she hasn't seen herself like this for a long time.

Before leaving, she squeezed Xigu's small face, "Go, be good, don't cause me trouble, you know?"

Xigu shouted at her back, "Why are you going?!"

"A shame before a snowfall."

Nanchu shook the Dai Fei packet in his hand.