N-M Chapter 117 100 point
Chapter 117 100 point
The two left the park and prepared to get something to eat.
The food street is behind the church; it's not long, but it's very crowded.
The charcoal fire for grilling oysters emitted white smoke, the oil from the grilled squid sizzled, and two people stood in line at the sweet soup stall, holding bowls and drinking from the roadside.
Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her mouth never stopping. "Those grilled oysters over there look delicious. Look how long the line is! Hey, do you want some of this sweet soup? There's also a stall selling bowl cakes over there. Is it the same as the one we just had? What flavor is this? Can you smell it? It smells so good!"
Song Huan followed behind, carrying a bag of roasted chestnuts, which were fresh out of the pan and still piping hot.
He switched hands, took one out of the bag, peeled it, and the golden chestnut meat was revealed, steaming hot.
He quickened his pace and brought it to Xiao Yunqing's lips.
Without even looking, she opened her mouth and bit down, chewed twice, and then squinted her eyes.
"tasty."
She swallowed, then continued, "Where are we going later? I just saw a shop over there that sells... what was it called again..."
Song Huan peeled another one and handed it over.
She caught it, put it in her mouth, and chewed it.
"Yes, that's the one, what's it called..."
Song Huan handed her another one, which she took and chewed again.
"Oh, I can't remember, but it was something super delicious..."
Song Huan peeled three more, but still couldn't shut her up.
He deliberately didn't peel the fourth one, handing it over whole with the shell on.
Xiao Yunqing took it and put it in her mouth, took a bite, and found it hard.
I took another bite, but something was wrong.
She glanced down at the dark, hard chestnut shell in her hand, which still bore two of her teeth marks.
She looked up and saw that Song Huan had already run three steps away, bent over, laughing so hard she was almost out of breath.
She chased after him and slapped him on the back, once, twice, three times.
He hid, she chased.
Xiao Yunqing weaved through the crowd, bumped into someone's shoulder, apologized, and continued chasing.
Song Huan was fast. Every time she was about to be caught, she would dart forward two steps, glance back at her, and smile even more happily.
Xiao Yunqing couldn't catch up or hit him, so she stood there, pouted, and squatted down.
She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling.
The uncle selling grilled oysters next to her flipped through the skewers in his hand, glanced at her, and then glanced at Song Huan.
Song Huan stood five meters in front of her and stopped smiling.
He watched her squatting there, the streetlight shining down on her hair, making it appear yellowish.
Her shoulders were still trembling, but she made no sound.
He took two steps forward, stopped, and then took two more steps.
The car headlights shone from the street corner, illuminating her profile. Her eyes were wet and bright, with water droplets clinging to her eyelashes.
No way, she really cried?
He quickly went over and squatted down in front of her.
"I was wrong."
She didn't look up.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have teased you."
He still didn't look up, and his shoulder twitched again.
Song Huan squatted there, not knowing what to do.
He reached out and touched her arm, but she flinched and ignored him.
The uncle selling grilled oysters next to them shouted, "Young man, just apologize, don't make that girl squat."
Song Huan glanced back at him, and the uncle chuckled before continuing to skewer the meat.
"You weren't listening to me at all."
Xiao Yunqing's voice came out muffledly from her knees, hoarse and choked with sobs, "I said so much, but you didn't listen to a single word. I hate you."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
It turns out she wasn't crying because of the chestnut, but because he wasn't listening to her.
She talked about so many things—which restaurants were good, which stalls were crowded, where they were going later—but he didn't respond to a single one.
He was so busy peeling chestnuts, gagging her, and teasing her.
He didn't respond to a single word she said.
He crouched there, looking up at the top of her head.
Her hair was a bit messy, her ponytail was askew to one side, and stray hairs were sticking to the side of her face.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"You hate me again?" he asked, his voice softer than before.
She didn't say anything.
"So how much do you hate me now? 100%?"
She looked up.
Her eyes were red, her nose was red, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes, shining brightly under the streetlights.
She looked at him, her lips pursed, her chin still trembling. "100 points! You're always like this. You never listen to anything I say. I'm never talking to you again!"
After saying that, he buried his face back down.
Even more people gathered around to watch.
Song Huan felt like someone was staring at the back of her head, which made her scalp tingle.
He took a deep breath, squatted down, and moved a little closer.
"I'm listening now. Tell me which store we're going to later. I've remembered it."
Xiao Yunqing did not move.
Song Huan quickly replied, "We'll go to that restaurant you mentioned later. Whichever one you say, that's fine. How many more places are there to complain about?"
She peeked out from under her knees, glanced at him, and then withdrew her eye.
"90".
Song Huan did the math in her head and realized she only lost 10 points.
"Then I'll buy you another milk tea, honey grapefruit tea, from your favorite place."
Her voice came out muffled from her knees, "70."
Only 70.
He gritted his teeth. "I'll take you to KFC later."
She raised her head.
Her eyes were still red, but they brightened for a moment before quickly dimming again.
She looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "50."
"Why is there still 50 left?" Song Huan scratched her head. "How do we subtract the remaining 50?"
Xiao Yunqing stood up and patted the dust off her skirt.
She glanced at the alley entrance; it was pitch black there, the streetlights couldn't reach it, and there was only a sliver of light in the distance.
She turned back to look at him, her eyes still glistening with tears, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"If you find me, I will forgive you."
After saying that, she turned and ran, her sandals clicking on the stone pavement as she ran into the alley and disappeared into the darkness.
Song Huan stood up helplessly and followed.
The alley was narrow, with old houses on both sides, their plaster peeling off to reveal the red bricks underneath.
Clothes hung overhead, dripping water that splashed onto the stone floor with a soft patter.
The streetlights couldn't penetrate the alley; only the distant alley entrance was dimly lit.
He went inside, his footsteps bouncing between the two walls, muffled.
He stopped and listened for a moment.
The voice drifted over from the left, very close, separated by a wall.
[Hmph, I'll just not let him find me.]
He turned left.
The alley became even narrower, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
Vines climbed the wall, lush and green, but not very clear in the dark.
He walked a little further, and his inner voice drifted back, this time in a different direction, ahead of him.
[Will he be unable to find me?]
He quickened his pace.
After turning a corner, I saw a shadow flash by ahead before disappearing behind the wall.
He pretended not to see her, slowed his pace, looked around, and muttered, "Little Cloud, where are you? Come out quickly."
The sound lingered in the alley, muffled.
A very soft laugh came from behind the wall, muffled, but he heard it.
He took a few steps forward, stood in front of the wall, and didn't turn around.
He called out again, "Why can't I find it? Where did it hide?"
Footsteps sounded from behind the wall, pattering as they ran deeper into the alley.
He turned the corner and saw the hem of her skirt flash briefly at another corner before disappearing.
He chased after him.
The alley twists and turns like a maze.
She would always run ahead of him, hide in a place he knew, and only run away when he was about to turn the corner.
Each time, he pretended not to notice, slowly searching, looking around, muttering to himself.
She hid behind the wall, covering her mouth, watching him wander around the alley. The expression on her face changed from smugness to satisfaction, and from satisfaction to something indescribable, warm.
She was panting heavily, her face flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, and stray hairs sticking to the sides of her face.
But she didn't stop. Every time she saw him coming, she would turn around and run to the next alleyway, her skirt fluttering in the wind, her sandals clicking on the stone pavement like drumming.
Song Huan followed behind her, neither too close nor too far.
He knew what she was doing.
She knew he knew too.
But neither of them said it out loud.
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