Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 204 Watching a Movie

At night, the lights at the bus stop are on, casting a dim yellow glow on the bus stop sign.

Song Huan stood under the bus stop sign, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt, dark gray shorts, and canvas shoes.

He was still clutching two movie tickets in his hand.

He glanced at the street corner, then glanced at it again.

Finally, under the streetlights, a figure emerged from the street corner.

Song Huan's gaze froze.

She was wearing a fitted white dress, the hem of which fell just above her knees. She walked with light steps, the hem swaying gently.

She wore a thin, short-sleeved knitted cardigan over it, with the sleeves rolled up.

Her hair was loosely tied in a half-updo, with a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks and blowing a little in the wind.

She was wearing a pair of light-colored, low-heeled leather shoes, which clicked lightly on the ground.

Song Huan was stunned.

He glanced down at his short T-shirt and shorts, and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Compared to Xiao Yunqing's attire, her own outfit made her look like a savage.

Thankfully, I didn't wear my flip-flops out.

Xiao Yunqing walked up to him and stopped.

The two stood facing each other, neither of them speaking.

She looked at the bus stop sign, and he looked at the streetlights.

There was a two-second silence.

"Good evening," Song Huan said.

"Good evening," Xiao Yunqing said softly.

She put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoe, pretending to admire the scenery, then put them down again, looking around as if she knew nothing.

But my inner thoughts were already in complete turmoil.

Why isn't he saying anything?

[You've been watching me for so long...]

[Is it ugly?]

[But I tried on three outfits before I left home.]

[Mom says this is the best-looking one.]

Why hasn't he praised me yet?

Song Huan couldn't help but think, if this isn't good-looking, then what is?

He coughed, looked at her, and said, "You look beautiful tonight."

Xiao Yunqing blinked.

She twirled in front of him, her skirt billowing up and then falling back down.

"No, I think they're all the same."

The voice was light and airy, as if talking about something very ordinary.

Uh……

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.

Why does Xiao Yunqing seem a little bit like a green tea bitch?

Hallucinations, they must all be hallucinations!

At the same time, Xiao Yunqing's inner thoughts were also in turmoil.

[Oh no, did I say something wrong?]

[Will I seem pretentious?]

[But it would be strange to just say thank you.]

[What should I do? What should I do?]

Suppressing a laugh, Song Huan asked, "Why do you always wear different clothes when you go out?"

Xiao Yunqing retorted, "I just have a lot of clothes at home."

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly, and her thoughts drifted over from her side, crystal clear.

Because I want you to see every beautiful moment of my life.

You're just saying one thing and meaning another, aren't you?

Row.

With his hands in his pockets, Song Huan casually began, "Actually, I was planning to ask a girl to come see a movie today."

As she finished speaking, a gust of evening breeze blew by, and Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

Song Huan continued speaking casually, without looking at Xiao Yunqing, but instead looking up at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight shone into his eyes, his pupils filled with seriousness.

"That girl isn't very sensitive to feelings, she's slow to react, and a bit clumsy. She always seems to drive away the people she likes."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunqing's face froze, her smile still on her face, but she remained motionless.

"But she's very pretty and cute."

Song Huan smiled, turned to look at her, and said, "I actually wanted to watch a movie with her."

"oh."

Xiao Yunqing's expression remained indifferent, revealing no change in emotion.

"Then why didn't you ask her out to a movie? Why did you ask me out?!"

But then she turned and walked away quickly, her little white dress swaying under the streetlights.

A voice drifted over from the front, carrying a sense of grievance.

[I'm so angry!]

[What does he mean?]

Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?

[I'm not watching anymore!]

[Song Huan, I hate you!]

Song Huan grinned and called out to her retreating figure.

"See, doesn't she really enjoy driving away the people she likes?"

Xiao Yunqing suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She stood there, her back to him, her shoulders tense.

She paused for two seconds, then slowly turned around and looked at him.

Her face was still red, her lips were pursed, and her eyes held anger, shyness, and something else that was hard to describe.

[So, he was talking about me...]

Xiao Yunqing walked back silently, looked at the grinning Song Huan, and raised her hand to hit him.

The slaps landed on Song Huan's arm, once, twice, three times.

Xiao Yunqing pouted angrily and said, "Are you doing this on purpose? Are you playing me?"

Song Huan laughed and dodged, taking two steps back.

"I didn't trick you, I was just stating the facts."

"Facts? What facts! Who likes you? You're just deluding yourself!"

She caught up and hit him again.

Song Huan nodded repeatedly and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I was just being presumptuous. I was wrong, I was wrong."

Xiao Yunqing stopped, panting, her face flushed.

She glared at him, then turned and walked away.

Her steps slowed, and her little white dress swayed gently under the streetlights.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in her pockets, a smirk on her face.

The two people walked one after the other, their shadows trailing on the ground, very close yet not touching.

"Hey, ma'am, don't go any further. We're taking the bus."

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

"Okay, you can walk there yourself. The car is here, I'll get on first."

"Wait a minute... Song Huan, you lied to me again!"

"Hahaha!"

……

The movie theater is on the fourth floor of the shopping mall.

The two of them found their seats in the dark and sat down.

Xiao Yunqing was holding a bucket of popcorn in her arms and a cup of cola in her hand.

Song Huan glanced at the bucket of popcorn and the cup of cola in her hand, then glanced at her.

She bought one for each person, and although the seats were next to each other, everyone kept their own food.

This eliminated any possibility that he might accidentally touch her hand while he was eating popcorn.

Song Huan inserted the straw into the cola and placed it on the armrest.

This movie can now begin and end here...

The movie being shown was a crime thriller, "Skywalker".

Song Huan had seen it in her previous life and still remembered the general plot.

Xiao Yunqing had never seen it before, but she watched it very attentively, her eyes fixed on the screen without blinking.

The light from the screen shone on her face, flickering between bright and dim.

When she saw something tense, her mouth opened slightly, and her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the Coke cup.

When they see something funny, the corners of their mouths twitch up, but they quickly look away.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, barely watching the movie.

He was looking at her.

In the darkness, light and shadow danced on her profile, and the shadow of her eyelashes fell on her cheekbone, a small patch.

She reached for the popcorn, rummaged around in the bucket with her fingers, pulled out a kernel, popped it into her mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

He reached out again, but this time he found nothing and frowned.

Song Huan handed over her bucket.

She turned her head and glanced at him, said nothing, reached into his bucket, took one, and put it in her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, I turned my eyes back to the screen.

Song Huan looked at her profile for two seconds, then turned back to look at the screen as well.

On the screen, the police and criminals are chasing a car, the tires are screeching loudly.

The film's lighting shone on the two people, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Song Huan looked at Xiao Yunqing's profile.

The movie lights shone on her face, and the thin halo of light reflected off her slightly pouting lips, making them appear red and moist.

He suddenly felt his mouth was dry.