Chapter 314: Silver Knight: Let me sleep with him on my back
The whole city has a sense of security and comfort
As soon as Yan Ye walked beside me, he occasionally looked at me seriously, as if he was looking for something in me.
The shining diamond was missing from his calm face. I suddenly felt that he was more mature and less evil than before.
"What are you looking at? Am I beautiful?"
I can't bear it anymore. We are looking for people who need help, not a couple going shopping. Why is he looking at me so ambiguously? It makes me feel unnatural.
"Ha...so tired!"
Yan Ye looked away, yawned lazily, stretched, and lay on my back, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, like a sleepy child, and rested his head on my shoulders.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been practicing dancing and learning Taekwondo since I was a kid that makes me stronger, or if he’s just really light.
His whole body hung on my back, and I could walk naturally without feeling how heavy he was.
"You idiot, are you ashamed? Come down." I wanted to break his hand and throw him to the road, but that body was resting on my back and I couldn't shake it off.
"Be quiet," Yan Yeyi lazily whispered in my ear, as if he really planned to let me sleep with him on my back.
I just wanted to hit the green trees beside the road with his back, next to the busy commercial street.
A small tricycle stall filled with colorful windmills caught my eye.
Under the different looks of many passers-by, I carried Yan Yeyi to the handmade windmill stall.
This is an ordinary commercial street. Although there are no too avant-garde and fashionable shops, it happens to be a shopping destination for many ordinary families.
In front of this ordinary commercial street, the small stall in front of me seems a bit isolated, but occasionally there are still a few children clamoring to buy the simplest toys such as handmade windmills.
The windmill full of cars was blown by the breeze and made a rustling sound. Next to the stall
A disabled old man who seems to be lame is wearing an old coarse shirt. He is sitting on a small wooden stool.
A pair of hands full of years but still very dexterous in making handmade windmills, a pair of iron pliers, a pile of neatly placed wires and pieces of paper, and small sticks
"Little girl, one dollar each"
The old man was tying the wire knot carefully. He raised his face with a vicissitudes of life, his chapped lips were covered with lip lines, and he spoke not very standard Mandarin with a slight accent.
Those eyes that have witnessed decades of years are a little cloudy, but very kind.