Chapter 414 Hello, Clown (5)
Lingchao bent down and took off his hat, his soft short hair hanging messily in front of his forehead.
"Why haven't you gone home yet?"
He didn't drag his voice deliberately. The young man's original voice was clear and gentle, like Wu Nong's soft talk in the south. His intonation was slightly raised. Just by listening, you could guess that he was a gentle person.
Just looking at him, Jiang Tang felt warm in his heart. The young man was fair and clean, with red lips and white teeth. He was tall and slender. Even his hair was fresh and neat. Especially those light brown pupils reminded Jiang Tang of sunflowers in the sun. , extremely clear.
All the plans he had originally made were packed and thrown behind him. As a serious and competent Yangou, Jiang Tang wanted to fall in love with the boy in front of him, and he didn't want to waste a second now.
"What's wrong?"
Ling Chao lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of scaring Jiang Tang.
"Are you being followed by bad guys?"
When Jiang Tang heard this, he nodded without hesitation, and with a shameless and harmless face, he came close to Ling Chao, holding the boy's sleeves with his little hands and speaking in a soft voice.
"I'm scared, can you take me home?"
Ling Chao had a faint smell of shower gel, and when she smelled it carefully, there was also a refreshing and unique bamboo fragrance, which was very light and vague, but it smelled good.
Jiang Tang likes the taste of him.
Clean, like green grass in summer, people can't help but want to get closer.
Ling Chao lowered his head and looked at the girl's hair. From his angle, he could clearly see her curled and trembling eyelashes. Her nose was small and round, slightly red, which must be cold.
He must have been frightened by the homeless people in this alley, so he waited here alone and did not dare to leave.
The young man looked around and lowered his head to match the girl's height.
"Then where is your home?"
Jiang Tang pointed to the depths of the back street.
"There, building twelve."
Ling Chao looked into the distance, then turned to look at the bus stop, and sighed inwardly.
"Well, don't be afraid, I will take you back."
Jiang Tang got his wish and smiled slightly.
"Then you hold my umbrella. You are too tall and I can't reach you."
"It's okay. You go ahead and I'll just follow you." "How can that be done? The snow has melted on my body and it's very cold. Hurry, take it."
Jiang Tang insisted, and Ling Chao had no choice but to take his hand out of his pocket and take the small pink umbrella.
The tall young man held the umbrella humiliatedly, with most of the umbrella tilted to cover Jiang Tang tightly.
The young man was one step behind and walked upwind, forming a wall. The wind and snow blew past his body, making a crackling sound.
The two of them walked in silence, Jiang Tang huddled his face in his scarf, and remained speechless all the way.
Downstairs twelve, Ling Chao handed the umbrella to Jiang Tang.
"I'll give you the umbrella. Come up quickly."
"Take it, I have a lot of umbrellas at home."
Ling Chao wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted by Jiang Tang.
"Well, you go upstairs and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."
Ling Chao shook his head.
"No, there are still people waiting at home."
Jiang Tang does not force anything.
"Then hold the umbrella."
"I will come here to perform in a week, and I will return the umbrella to you then."
"I know, when you call me, this is my business card, and this is my social account too."
Ling Chao took the business card, glanced at it, and saw the occupation column: senior pianist.
He put his business card in his pocket and held up his umbrella.
"Okay, you go upstairs, I'm going back."
Jiang Tang climbed up the stairs, returned to the apartment, opened the small window and looked out.
The young man holding a small pink umbrella turned and left, and the wind and snow quickly covered his footprints.
(End of chapter)