Looking at the windmill in my hand, I happily wanted to thank him very much...
"Is this a good thing?"
I just faced him with a bright smile, and before I could speak, Yan Ye choked my emotions and happiness in my throat with a bland question.
A few black lines丨丨丨 went down my temples, and I retracted my big smile...
"Huh!" An unpleasant syllable came out from the nostrils.
What! He was just doing good things. It’s a shame he could think of it.
Holding the small stick of the windmill tightly, I turned around and strode out of this unfamiliar street.
Sitting on the low pillar at the intersection of the traffic light, I was bored and playing with the cute little windmill in my hand. When I looked carefully, each blade was even and symmetrical. It was obvious that Yan Yeyi really worked hard.
But I've been sitting at this busiest interface for almost half an hour, and why is there no one who needs help?
Watching the traffic passing by and the busy people...
Yan Yeyi also had a dark face, leaning against the big column of the street lamp, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes always drifting somewhere very far away...
He was deep in thought without saying a word, and had no intention of asking me to leave.
"Gulu gulu..."
The protest in my stomach finally made me suddenly realize that waiting for the rabbit is a fable. Only fools can do this kind of thing. It turns out that I was also a fool for half an hour.
"Alas..." Hunger still defeated my idiotic thoughts, and with a long sigh, I patted my butt and stood up.
"Beep beep..." A loud horn blast rushed into my eardrums, and then a ruby red BMW stopped in front of us from fast to slow in the traffic, which immediately gave me a sense of oppression.
Yan Yeyi and I locked our eyes curiously on the red BMW at the same time, looking at the car door that slowly opened.
A pair of pink high heels, slender legs, a winter beige princess dress, big round eyes, a sweet and cute smile... It's Yin Beisha
How could it be such a coincidence, such a big city, so many streets, so frequent traffic lights...
"Ye, it's really you!"
Yin Beisha took a few trots and walked up to Yan Yeyi in surprise. Naturally, she took Yan Ye's arm that had been hanging down to her pocket. She looked at Yan Yeyi with a smile, ignoring me who was two meters away.