Male God's Freestyle Flirting Chapter 104

The next day, after the last two monthly exams were over, Han Yu took Tang Xia on a bus going to the outer suburbs, without saying a word.

Tomorrow and the next two days are weekends, and school is early after the exam today, so they have plenty of time to walk back and forth.

Tang Xia leaned against the car window and watched the traffic flow continuously, and then the traffic gradually decreased and the trees formed.

Spring has begun to spread in this city, and the branches of many trees are green, and the breeze is blowing, and the vitality is high.

Tang Xia's favorite season is spring. This season symbolizes life and vitality. She loves such a positive attitude, as if it will always give people the motivation to keep moving forward.

"Han Yu, do you like spring?" Tang Xia asked softly.

At that time, the boy was dozing off, and he let out a sleepy "hmm" with doubts.

He was very lazy, his head was half leaned on the back of the chair, and his whole body was almost lying on his side, looking like a drunk old man. But he has an exquisite appearance, so even if his posture is indecent, it can't hide his dazzling elegance.

"I don't like it." Han Yu said lazily, yawned and half-closed his eyes.

Tang Xia is not used to seeing it anymore, the word "like" is extremely rare for Han Yu, so it's better to ask less in the future.

The car drove for an hour and stopped at a bus station in the suburbs.

Han Yu got out of the car first, with a big bag on his back, which contained drawing boards, sketch pencils and other necessary tools.

Tang Xia was a little embarrassed, followed him and whispered: "Actually, I just want you to draw me a random picture on paper like yesterday, and you don't need to go to war."

The boy didn't look back, he just stood there and waited for the girl to come forward, and then he turned slightly and replied, "I have to find a place with better scenery, which will also help to promote...inspiration."

Tang Xia was amused by him, looking at the corners of the young man's slightly curved lips, she couldn't help but soften her brows.

The boy spoke humorous words with a serious face, which not only did not violate harmony, but also brought a little cuteness out of the ordinary.

"Let's go, or it will be too late to go back." Han Yu greeted her, taking the lead to lead the way.

Stepping out of the bus stop, you can have a panoramic view of the countryside.

Farmhouse buildings have a different structure from urban apartments, with black tiles and white walls, everything fits closely with the Yanyu people in the south of the Yangtze River described in the poem.

Tang Xia watched from a distance while slowly following Han Yu.

The young man seemed to be very familiar with this place, walking around the country path, passing through the farmer's households with twists and turns.

Tang Xia saw wisps of smoke coming out of the chimneys on the roofs of several small houses, and it seemed that dinner was being prepared.

The twilight in the rural suburbs is very beautiful. The afterglow of the setting sun has not yet come to an end, and a piece of gold is sprinkled on the ridges, dazzling and eye-catching. She and he walked towards the end of the road stepping on the mottled spots projected from the broken leaves above their heads.

Unknown little bugs were chirping, which complemented the tranquility of the field, creating a reassuring sense of belonging.

The two walked for about twenty minutes, when Han Yu suddenly stopped and turned around, his tall figure covered the setting sun in front of him.

The young man was against the light, his face was blurred, and only the outline of his delicately carved cheeks could be vaguely discerned.

"Here we are."

Tang Xia raised her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then was taken aback.

Because Han Yu turned his body sideways, and a few steps away, a large **** was about to bloom.

The girl's eyes widened a little, and the expression fell into the boy's eyes, adding a smile to his eyes.

"With this as the background, isn't it not bad?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly reached out to grab Tang Xia's wrist, and gently pulled her forward.

She lowered her head, her eyes touched his knuckle-knuckle hands, and her heart moved slightly.

Han Yu led her closer, and Tang Xia took a closer look at the **** area.

This is a very beautiful small flower with wavy serrated lavender petals. The side and bottom petals are tricolor, with purple stripes, orange spots and cockscomb bulge in the middle. At first glance, it looks like a purple-white flower. Butterflies with alternate wings, so they are also called pansies.

The flowering period of pansies is from April to July every year, and now it is the season when it is about to bloom, and they came by coincidence.

Tang Xia took a closer look, the **** was not in bloom at the moment, it looked more like a butterfly resting on the petals with its wings folded, it was very cute.

The boy laughed behind her back.

In fact, the scenery is a foil.

She is already the best scenery.

"Han Yu, how do you know this place?" The girl turned her head and asked curiously.

The **** here is obviously specially grown by farmers, after all, it has many medicinal values.

In addition to its ornamental value as a potted plant, **** also has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, dispelling blood stasis, relieving cough, etc., which are also feasible.

The boy didn't answer, but took off his schoolbag with his backhand, took out drawing boards and other tools from inside, and said after a while: "Find a place to sit."

Tang Xia said "Oh" and didn't care, she patted her buttocks and sat down on the ridge. Fortunately, it hasn't rained in the past few days, and the mud is dry, so the clothes will not be dirty.

Han Yu, who is obsessed with cleanliness, had already prepared for it. He took out a huge plastic film from nowhere, spread it on the ground, and Shi Shiran sat cross-legged.

"..." Tang Xia laughed angrily.

The distance between the two was not far, Han Yu could touch her face with a stretch of his arm. Because the boy said that he learned his sketches by himself, so he had to take a closer look, otherwise he would not be able to draw well.

Anyway, Tang Xia didn't understand these things, so she agreed to whatever Han Yu said.

I don't know if Huahua has these rules.

Han Yu put the drawing board on his lap, picked up the pencil, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then his hand landed on the drawing paper. Tang Xia didn't dare to move, and worked hard to be a "model".

The usually indifferent young man was unexpectedly serious at this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips were half pursed.

Tang Xia gradually slowed down her breathing, as if she was afraid of affecting him and disturbing the peace of this moment.

Being a model is very tiring. Although she likes to be quiet, it is extremely uncomfortable to be motionless, like sitting on pins and needles. In order to divert her attention, Tang Xia began to look at Han Yu carefully, just like he traced his face with a pen, she traced his face with her eyes.

The difference is that teenagers paint with pens and paper as a medium.

And she, with her eyes turning into a pen, and her heart as a scroll.

Han Yu is really a precious gift from heaven.

Eyebrows like sharp moons, eyes deep in the stars, his parents must have saved the world in their previous lives to give birth to such a good son.

Tang Xia couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, looking satisfied.

Look, such a good boy is her friend.

"What are you laughing at?"

In the midst of a daze, Han Yu suddenly said this.

Tang Xia's back stiffened, and she felt inexplicably guilty from being pierced by his sharp eyes, "It's unnatural to maintain one expression for too long, and I want to change it." She found that she had been with Han Yu for a long time, and sometimes she would lie, He didn't change his expression or his heart beat, it was really... "progress".

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