Both types of gloves are wool and have a simple style.

Before Zhou Chi could speak, Jiang Sui said again: "Put it and take a look."

She handed the royal blue glove to him and said, "I think this is pretty good. The winter clothes are too dark, this one is a little brighter."

Zhou Chi's hand was still in her pocket, and she looked down at her slightly. After glanced at her, she finally took out her hand, took the gloves and put them on.

"It looks pretty, right? It's the size is just right... By the way, I'll match this scarf."

Jiang Sui's scarf is navy blue with large plaids, but not conspicuous.

Zhou Chi took it and wrapped it around her neck casually. Jiang Sui stood two steps away and smiled: "You look good around this."

It looks better in skin, good facial features, dark eyes and straight nose.

Jiang Sui realized that this might have nothing to do with a scarf. After all, it’s better to have a face. Maybe he would use an old bed sheet to renovate it. He would be as cool, handsome, beautiful and adorable as he wears it.

What did the little round face chasing him say?

"What's wrong with him from his figure to his face?"

Such people don’t have to worry about it. No matter what you choose, you’ll just pick it up. It won’t be too ugly. In this way, the pair of blue gloves are a bit brighter.

Jiang Sui withdrew his gaze and walked over and said, "You choose your own gloves. Do you prefer gray?"

She remembered that he had gray sweatshirts and sweaters, as well as gray sweatpants.

"Whatever, just do this." Zhou Chi took off his gloves, and it seemed that it didn't matter.

"Okay," Jiang Sui said, "take off the scarf, and you need to check out."

He took off the scarf, Jiang Sui took it, and went to the front desk with his gloves.

There are not many people in the store. A cashier on duty checked the bill for Jiang Sui. After scanning the code for the scarf, Jiang Sui took off the tag and turned around and handed it to Zhou Chi.

The cashier knocked on the computer and said with a smile: "You have a good vision. This scarf is very suitable for your boyfriend."

Jiang Sui paused and explained: "It's not a boyfriend."

The cashier glanced at her, looked through the secret, and smiled and said, "Oh, I understand."

“…”

Jiang Sui Xiang said, "He is my uncle", but somehow he didn't say it out. Her palms were slightly hot, and she lowered her head and took out the money from her schoolbag and handed it over, but she didn't dare to look back at the person behind her.

After leaving the door, Jiang Sui gave Zhou Chi the gloves: "You put them on, it's too cold to ride a bike."

Zhou Chi didn't answer, and looked at her slowly.

"Do you want to pay back your money?" he lowered.

"No need, there's not much money." Jiang Sui continued to move forward and walked to his bicycle.

Zhou Chi stood alone for two seconds, lowered his head and touched his new scarf, and walked over with his foot.

Still riding a bike back.

Jiang Sui sat a few times and was already very accustomed to it. He grabbed his clothes behind him all the way and sat quite steadily.

The street lights are on at night, and there are young people who are over night shifts and students who are returning from playing.

When the bicycle arrived at the entrance of the old alley, Jiang Sui saw the sweet potato stall outside the bakery.

"Do you eat roasted sweet potatoes?" Her voice wrapped in the wind and entered Zhou Chi's ears, "I want to eat it."

Zhou Chi stopped the car and supported the ground.

Jiang Sui jumped down and ran away quickly to buy four roasted sweet potatoes.

"Give Aunt Tao one, know one."

Zhou Chi said: "Aunt Tao is asleep, do you call her to get up and eat?"

"I'll put it in the kitchen and she can eat it tomorrow."

"Come on your own, come up." He straightened the front of the car.

When he got home, Aunt Tao was indeed asleep, and the lights in Zhizhi's room were still on.

Jiang Sui knocked over and gave him a sweet potato. Zhou Yingzhi was very satisfied: "No, I still know that I think of me when I go out to play, and I deserve praise."

"Speak seriously."

"Yes, yes." Zhou Yingzhi looked at her makeup while gnawing on sweet potatoes: "Sister, you are wearing good makeup today, your eyes are much bigger."

Jiang Sui didn't want to answer the conversation, so Zhou Yingzhi came over again and asked mysteriously: "Are you back with my uncle?"

"Um."

Zhou Yingzhi raised his eyebrows, "You two seem to be getting along well."

Are you getting along well?

Jiang Sui thought about it and it seemed okay.

"What's wrong?"

"Sister, do me a favor." Zhou Yingzhi begged with a smile, "Remember those of my classmates. I used to come to barbecue, but now I want to come to my barbecue, but the big terrace is now my uncle's country. Go and tell me, can I borrow it for a day?"

"You can't say it yourself?"

"Aren't I afraid of making trouble for him? I have an old grudge with him," Zhou Yingzhi scratched his head, "You don't know, he is not ruthless when he beats someone. I was beaten by him several times when I was a child, and it's like a shadow of childhood."

"Don't exaggerate it."

"Tell the truth. If you don't believe it, just wait. When you see him get angry one day, I may be sure to scare you to death."

"Okay." Jiang Sui got used to the urination of running the train with his mouth full of mouth and asked directly, "Which day do you want to grill?"

"On the 2nd, the day after tomorrow, they bought vegetables in the morning and came over at noon, so I'll use the terrace for a whole afternoon."

Jiang Sui said: "Then I'll ask him tomorrow, I don't guarantee that he can agree."

"All right."

In the attic.

After taking a shower, Zhou Chi walked out and wiped her body with the towel on the coat rack. She glanced at the scarf hanging next to her and raised her eyebrows slightly.

A little unexpected.

It actually matches several of his coats.

Jiang Sui looked confused, and it seemed that he would always choose something. Last time he bought dumplings, the fillings he picked were all the same as his taste.

This feels quite strange.

Zhou Chi looked at it for a while, laughed and turned around and blew his hair.

The next day, Jiang Sui and Lin Lin went to the city library and stayed there for a day. They had dinner outside in the evening. They came back at around 8 o'clock to find Zhou Chi.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Sui asked to speak, but Zhou Chi didn't listen. He said "Come in" and walked in.

Jiang Sui had to enter the room and saw him sitting in front of the computer. The QQ message prompted him to keep sounding.

He plugged his computer headphones into it, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"What did you just say?" He sat in the computer chair and looked back at her.

Jiang Sui conveyed Zhizhi's request to him, but he didn't expect that Zhou Chi was easy to speak this time and nodded without asking anything.

"I'm not here tomorrow." He touched the room key from the table and threw it to her, "Don't let me touch my things."

Jiang Sui nodded: "Yes."

Zhou Chi turned around again and clicked on the message to reply to someone.

His fingers are slender and he types very quickly.

Jiang Sui glanced at it and saw the chat dialog box. The other party’s avatar was a boy, and then looked at the nickname: Crazy Sleeping Lion.

It turned out to be Zhang Huanming.

Zhang Huanming has always been very active in the class group, and Jiang Sui was impressed by his QQ name. Her eyes slipped down, saw Zhou Chi's reply, and also saw his nickname, two simple letters: ZC.

It is his abbreviation.

After Zhou Chi replied, he turned the chair a little and looked at Jiang Sui.

"Are you chatting?"

Jiang Sui asked nonsense, but this time he didn't mock her and nodded lightly. This kind of sitting and standing situation made Jiang Sui taller than him. He raised his head slightly, and his sitting posture was very irregular. The collar of the T-shirt was loose, revealing his eye-catching collarbone and a small piece of smooth chest.

Jiang Sui looked at it silently for a while and asked boldly: "Do you want to add my QQ?"

As soon as he said that, Jiang Sui was not so nervous.

Ask, he asked, if he refused, he would forget it.

She looked at Zhou Chi. After a second or two, she saw his lips curled up, as if she was smiling, but she was not very clear. Before Jiang Sui could see clearly, he had turned the chair back.

"What's your Q number?"

"Oh, you lost 61..." Jiang Sui approached, stood at the table, and reported him a string of numbers.
To be continued...