Lin Jing was shocked for several seconds before slowly moving his eyes from the eight characters written in Shengcheng to his face.
The young man seemed quite satisfied with the eight characters he had written. He admired them for two seconds and then snapped the pen cap on.
He took two steps back, intending to turn around and press the elevator button, when he tilted his head and saw Lin Jing standing next to him.
He was stunned for a moment and stopped his movements.
He was just about to ask, "Why are you wandering around the corridors without sleeping so late at night?" When the words came to his lips, he noticed that the girl looked at him with a strange look in her eyes.
Is this girl still in the habit of sleepwalking?
Sheng Kuang thought for a moment and waved his hand in front of Lin Jing. He saw her eyes turning twice following his movements and felt relieved: "It's okay if she's not sleepwalking."
Lin Jing: "..."
The behavior of the two of us at this time is more like sleepwalking.
Lin Jing twitched the corners of his lips slightly, said nothing, and slowly turned his head back to the cardboard hanging on the wall.
The more she looked at those eight big characters, the more she felt like she had entered a bathing center by mistake.
It is a VIP place and men are not allowed to walk.
Women's bathhouse, men only.
Look at how symmetrical and similar they are.
Lin Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes expressionlessly, raised his finger to touch the cardboard, and asked calmly: "What does this mean?"
Pomp: "For your own good."
Lin Jing looked at Sheng Cheng for two seconds with a look that said, "You seem to have some serious illness." "The way you treat people is quite strange."
Sheng Kuang stared at the eight words he wrote eloquently, and didn't think anything was wrong. He thought for a while, and thought that the little girl had to wear a mask with Snoopy's pattern on it. Most likely, she disliked the eight words he had written.
It's plain, not fancy enough.
Thinking about it, Sheng Kuang took a step forward and took off the cap of his pen.
The eight big characters were written in the middle of the cardboard, and there was quite a lot of open space on both sides. Lin Jing watched with his own eyes as Sheng Cheng wrote four characters on the left and four more on the right.
From left to right, these eight characters are: Be brave and not afraid of difficulties.
Lin Jing: "..."
After finishing writing, he pressed the pen cap back and turned to raise an eyebrow at Lin Jing: "Now, are you satisfied?"
Lin Jing's eyes as he looked at the grand event gradually changed from "You seem to have some serious illness" to "You just have some serious illness": "You..."
Her brain circuit finally reacted quickly for once, and she stopped what she almost said immediately before she could speak, "Can you take this cardboard and disappear immediately?"
She closed her eyes to calm down, opened her eyes with a smile, and sincerely suggested: "When you go downstairs, can you take this cardboard with you?"
Pageant: "Can't."
He refused very simply, and Lin Jing opened his mouth subconsciously.
Before she said anything, he seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, and then said again: "You can't compare your feelings."
Lin Jing: "..."
My day.
Who the hell is going to show you their feelings?
Lin Jing felt that she was only a few moments away from having a heart attack. She took a deep breath, was silent for a few seconds, looked at the grand occasion and asked seriously: "Did you do it on purpose because of that cheering word?"
Sheng Kuang was startled by her words that did not match her preface and follow-up. He reacted and realized that she was referring to the sentence "I am crazy about Kuang Kuang, crazy about Kuang Kuang, and I hit the big wall because of Kuang Kuang."
Sheng Kuang thought to himself that this girl was quite sensitive, "No."
It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and he had not slept at all. He was really sleepy. He yawned lazily. He didn't want to spend any more time here. He pointed to the cardboard on the wall and left a message: "No."
Pick it." He turned around and pressed the elevator button.
The elevator stopped on the third floor, the door opened, and Lin Jing subconsciously said: "Hey."
Sheng Cheng didn't look back. He yawned sleepily and walked to the elevator. He said without looking back: "It's really for your own good. You'll know tomorrow."
Seeing that Sheng Sheng was about to enter the elevator, Lin Jing quickly reached out and grabbed his clothes.
As he was walking forward, Sheng Cheng felt a slight tug on his lower back. He instinctively retracted his feet buried in the elevator and glanced sideways.
She only used two fingers to pull his clothes. Her fingers were white and thin, and her nails were neatly trimmed. She didn't do fancy manicures like other girls of the same age. Her wrists were thin and she wore a pure black
thin hair tie.
Sheng Cheng lowered his eyelids and paused for a while, then raised his gaze upwards.
He thought she was going to continue to argue with him about the cardboard hanging on the wall, and was about to emphasize to her that he really thought about her as a little girl.
When his eyes met hers, before he spoke, the little girl blinked and said, "Well, where's the dog?"