86. You are not allowed to talk to people surnamed Luo (4)
"It's already nine fifty-five now!" Luo Xiheng said, straddling his long legs, sitting on the bicycle, patting the back seat and saying, "Come up quickly, I will take you there!"
Xia Ruoqi looked at Luo Xiheng and hesitated.
"Hurry up! Do you want to be late for the first class?" Luo Xiheng stretched out his hand to pull her anxiously.
Xia Ruoqi was passively pulled forward a few steps and reached the back seat of the bicycle.
But she didn't sit on it as instructed. Instead, she stood there blankly, looking at the back seat in a daze.[
She thought about the days when Luo Xiheng often took her around on his bicycle, and an inexplicable pain and sorrow arose in her heart.
Those happy and joyful days seem to be close at hand, yet they seem to be so far away...
The eye sockets suddenly felt itchy, and the vision became a little blurry, and the hot liquid was slowly crawling out...
Xia Ruoqi quickly lowered her head.
She didn't want Luo Xiheng to see...
The way he sheds tears.
However, when Xia Ruoqi lowered her head, the tears that had been lingering in her eyes suddenly fell down.
"Pa-ta-ta-ta-"
Tears fell one by one, and before she could see clearly, they hit the ground and broke.
"Ruoqi?" Seeing Xia Ruoqi burst into tears, Luo Xiheng panicked.
He quickly retracted his feet and parked the car aside. He was in a hurry and didn't know how to comfort her. "What's wrong with you? Did I say something that made you unhappy?"
"No." Xia Ruoqi wiped the tears from her eyes, raised her head, and said with a hint of choking in her slightly trembling tone, "I just...it's nothing."
At this point, Xia Ruoqi suddenly stopped. She smiled, walked to the bicycle, patted the back seat, and said with a smile, "Xiheng, can you please drive me there? I'm really going to be late."
"Uh... um." Luo Xiheng didn't know why Xia Ruoqi suddenly laughed again, but he didn't ask any more questions, pushed the car over again, and sat on it.
Xia Ruoqi then sat on it too——
Just like every time in the past, there was a perfect understanding.
Luo Xiheng asked where Xia Ruoqi's class was in the classroom. Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped on the pedal and drove towards his destination.
After the two figures disappeared, a man wearing a black trench coat, a baseball cap and sunglasses, holding a camera in his hand and dressed like a perverted uncle, emerged from the grass and followed them furtively.