Situ suddenly turned around and found Lan Keman looking at him with a smile. The familiar little face was as pretty as ever, and the lips that opened and closed were even softer than before, as pink as a blooming flower.

Peach blossom.

Situ stared blankly at Lan Keman. A dazzling beam of sunlight came in from the small window hanging high on the side wall, and it happened to shine on Lan Keman's face, instantly making Situ unable to open his gentle and warm eyes.

's eyes.

Situ's heart was pounding, and there were thousands of words in his throat, but he didn't know how to speak. The peach blossom-like cheeks were like a knife, piercing into Situ's heart, and then gouging it out fiercely.

A bloody wound was opened. Such a delicate and shy Man'er had never been exposed in front of Situ.

Si Tu closed his trembling eyes slightly, stretched out his clenched palms, his fingertips trembling, and through his thick trembling eyelashes, he uncontrollably touched Lan Keman's cheek:

"Sister Man'er."

With a sigh, Situ opened his eyes and looked up at Lan Keman. For a moment, the brilliant fiery red light of the sun was reflected in his eyes. Slowly, a layer of trance and sadness appeared in those eyes, and finally...

There was a slight hint of anger.

As if there was a lump in his throat, Situ looked at Lan Keman with slightly sore eyes. The water suddenly became hazy, but when he saw Lan Keman holding his hand, he suddenly raised his hand to look at her again. In an instant, his eyes were filled with stars.

, brilliant flow.

Fair and slender, with clear joints, Si Tu's palms are always very warm. When he speaks, his voice is very soft and gentle, but there is inextricable sadness and regret between his eyebrows, like a sad spring breeze, missing the flowering period.

.

"Sister Keman, I'll take you to have lunch. Just stand still and wait for me."

Situ calmly wiped the blood stained from his other palm on the corner of his clothes. The bright red color was as desolate as peach blossoms falling to the ground, fearing that a ruthless rain would sweep them away.

The traces of silence have been silenced.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Si Tu still gently held Lan Keman's thin wrist and walked towards the dining hall. What was different from the past was that he walked across the bluestone arch bridge and walked to a shallow bend of water.

When they were next to the garden, Situ quietly pretended to be unintentional but naturally loosened his hold on the broad hand of the mighty wrist, then moved forward a little, and then vigorously grabbed the end of the mighty wrist.

That delicate little hand tightly grasped the thin fingers in the palm and never wanted to let go.

Lan Keman was also stunned for a moment. She wanted to take out her palm immediately, but when she looked up, she saw that the sadness in Situ's eyes could not be resolved. In the end, she did not continue with the next action. Such a well-behaved Situ

Holding her thin fingers tightly, Rouyi headed to the dining hall.

As expected, before entering the restaurant door, Lan Keman saw at a glance that Ling Xingyue was leaning on a seat by the window and leaning on the pine tree, looking towards her side with burning eyes, and there seemed to be fire in her eyes.

He is hunting and burning himself.

Lan Keman subconsciously wanted to take out her palm, but Si Tu acted as if she didn't know, and held on to it tightly until she walked to the Sijia College cafeteria.

Then, Si Tu took Lan Keman's soft fingers and went to the place where the food was distributed, and ordered the specially prepared cumin mutton, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the students in the dining hall.

Situ pulled Lan Keman to sit at another table that was also by the window. He forced Lan Keman half reluctantly and half naturally into the window seat, and he chose the seat next to Lan Keman.

After taking the seats outside, Fang let go of Lan Keman's hand and began to help Lan Keman tear the mutton on the plate.

But today, Si Tu's hand was strong and weak at the same time. The plate of roasted mutton was already rotten. Si Tu tore it several times with his fingertips, but it didn't break open. In the end, the fingertips were still inexplicable.

Tremble.

Although Lan Keman didn't know why, she was as smart as she was and still sensitively noticed that Si Tu was different from the past today. When get out of class was about to end, Lan Keman hadn't finished packing her books and she was looking forward to Ling Xingyue's invitation. Going to have lunch together by ourselves, maybe this is the mentality of a little daughter in love, wishing that we could spend one more moment together, enjoying each other's company.

But strangely, Ling Xingyue stood up and said:

"Miss Lan, go and see your brother Situ quickly. He seems to be waiting for you."

After saying that, he left without even waiting for himself. Although Lan Keman was confused, he thought that he always had lunch with brother Situ before. Once he had someone he loved, he would abandon the one who always cared about him so much.

Brother Situ, that doesn't quite make sense. People say, "A magpie with a long tail will forget his mother when he marries a daughter-in-law!" But when it comes to me, it becomes:

"The flower magpie has a long tail. When you have a husband, you will forget your brother!"

Thinking of this, I was just about to laugh out loud, but suddenly I thought that I was so shameless that I had already thought of the word "Ms.", and I quickly covered up my eyes with rippling blue water, and my eyes were red.

Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and she happily went to find her brother Situ.

Lan Keman looked at Situ with some doubts. His mind was spinning for a long time. He still didn't understand what was wrong with brother Situ. Why was the sadness on his face so overflowing? It seemed that if he lowered his head again, the sadness would disappear.

His eyes burst out, soaking his clothes.

"Brother Situ, I won't eat that mutton anymore. Don't help me tear it apart anymore. Your palm seems to be injured. It will be soaked in oil for a while. It won't be good if it hurts again."

Lan Keman finally found that the palm of Situ's hand that was far away from her was facing her, and it was dripping with blood. The scar seemed to be very deep, but Situ didn't seem to notice it, and still tried to help him.

Preparing the mutton.

After Si Tu completely tore the mutton into pieces, picked it up with small pieces of soft cake, and placed it neatly on the jade porcelain plate in front of Lan Keman, Si Tu Fang called a boy.

He came over and brought some hot handkerchiefs to himself. He wiped them clean with the bloodstains without paying much attention, and then left the handkerchiefs on the corner of the table. The bloodstains of Yin Hong on the handkerchiefs made Lan very excited.

Ke Man was heartbroken and heartbroken.

"Sister Keman, if I get hurt, will you feel sorry for me?"

Situ's eyes were half closed, and he did not raise his head to look at Lan Keman. It seemed that he did not dare, but also seemed unwilling, and even more seemed to be worried that he would not be able to bear Lan Keman's answer in case it was not what he thought.

Lan Keman hurriedly replied:
Chapter completed!