It was still the season when elm seeds flew around. I heard from the cemetery that these elm seeds were also food in the early years, and the dishes were delicious, but they fell on the ground and turned yellow and could not be eaten. Beibei felt that the feeling between him and Qin Tian was like this elm seeds, and after a little change of color, they could not be taken.

As the purple on his mouth disappeared, her disgust for Peng Cheng seemed to have dissipated a little, and she couldn't even lift her spirits to think of him. She could no longer remember what he looked like, but only remember the scar on his mouth. It might not be as simple as a scar.

Whenever she thought of this, she could never joke anymore and became solemn. As for the damn kiss, okay! After she couldn't tell the purple on her lips, she had long forgotten.

Early this morning, Peng Cheng called again. She didn't want to answer, and there was no reason. She just didn't want to answer, but the phone rang stubbornly, over and over again, so much that my mother asked, and the girl answered.

"Oh! Oh my god! Sister, you answered the phone. What are you doing? You hung up when you call, and hung up when you call. How can I not be anxious?" He almost always talks like this, which makes people disgusting, but he can't even disgust.

Beibei listened without saying a word. She didn't need to speak, she just needed to listen quietly.

"I know I'm wrong, I know everything. Why do you think you are like this?" He continued to whine, complaining. He was a flamboyant guy. Suddenly he seemed to feel something happened, so he stopped and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm not very happy." Beibei felt that she was a person who was used to hiding her heart. She was like this to Qin Tian, ​​Xiao Ai, and even to herself, but she felt the most comfortable with Peng Cheng.

"I admit my mistake, you can't force people to the dead!" He obviously misunderstood, so he began to distinguish for himself.

"Why did I force you into a dead end?" Beibei couldn't help but feel funny. It's too much to say that this kid is quite interesting.

"I'll treat you to a meal! I'll admit my mistake to you! But you must forgive me at one time and you can't find a follow-up account."

"Then don't ask for it." Beibei snorted and laughed, so disdainful, and refused flatly.

"Stop talking, okay? Stop talking, I will go to the place where I met last time in half an hour. Do you still remember the man with arms outstretched?" He wrote out standard Mandarin and asked her, do you still remember? It seems like he was singing.

"Hmm? What man?" She was a little confused.

"Oh! That's the one in the square." Peng Cheng was a little anxious, his mouth was tripped, and he seemed to be unable to explain clearly.

"Ah! That's the man who stretched his arms!" Beibei suddenly thought: "The one you sat there that day!"

"Oh! Yes! Waiting for you."

——

Next to the old man with arms stretched out in the square before the war, Beibei looked up and looked at what was this action? He couldn't understand. His arms were so long that it seemed to be something far away. It didn't feel like it was sports, but more like a kind of performance art.

She walked under the arm, tiptoed to try the height, which was still a long distance away. The arm was stretched at least two meters high, and the man was not wearing clothes or carrying props. The surface was quite smooth and it was a stone. She stretched out her hand again, and she jumped up, but she couldn't reach the arm. Beibei thought to herself, how did that kid get up that day? So tall.

The girl was thinking, and Peng Cheng arrived. This time he was not ready to scare people. He waved to her from a distance and walked, shaking his way. He grinned and smiled brightly, but when Beibei looked at him, he turned his head shyly. His eyes were still so bright, like a bright moon, black but not too dark, reflecting a blue blue in the sky.

He was dressed in plain colors and his white pants were spotless, but he was so thin that he could not see the legs in his pants' legs, like two strange cloth tubes stomping one in front and one behind. His figure was very symmetrical and had excellent proportions. His slender thighs looked especially tall, although this kid might be less than 1.80 meters tall, because of his excellent figure, he looked very beautiful from a distance.

Perhaps the weather was already hot enough for him, Peng Cheng wore a half-sleeved white plaid t-shirt, clean and energetic. He smiled sincerely, his eyebrows, eyes and mouth were all tangled with smiles, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he said, "You are here! I'm actually here early. I'm afraid that you'll be shocked when you see me when you sit on it, so I went there to wait." It was really a child from Akagi.

"Put down the head-up pattern." Beibei said as he reached out and covered his forehead, trying to roll out the layers of wrinkles.

As if she was stiff, Peng Cheng waited without moving, put away his hippie smile. Beibei felt that the skin under her fingers had become flat. She let go of her hand and looked at it, laughing haha.

If it weren't for that scar, what a beautiful boy he would be! He actually had a delicate face, thick eyebrows, and thin lips. He stared at her straight, with unfathomable eyes, without blinking.

"Oh, how did you get up there? Show me the last time."

"Ah?" Peng Cheng looked puzzled. Looking at the man's arms, he frowned and took a little step back. His whole body leaned back and said, "My white pants were once dirty here last time. Don't look at him as white as he was, but he was so gray that he was particularly obsessed. My pants are too clean today, look."

Peng Cheng pointed to his pants, and he began to shirk his face, looking for various reasons to explain why he couldn't climb up, but the girl was unmoved. Then he said helplessly: "Okay then! But I only had the last time."

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Peng Cheng's snow-white figure approached the statue, reached out to explore the height directly below, and looked at the statue's belly naughtyly. The position was so awkward, just next to the guy who only had the men below. He smiled at her, and the girl tilted her head embarrassedly.

He touched the belly, turned around and raised his hand and said, "Look at how much you can do it!"

Seeing that Beibei still disagreed and even took a step back impatiently. It seemed that there was no room for anything else, he turned around and looked up at the arm. He squatted a little, and it seemed that he was about to get on. Beibei's clenched back teeth and then used his strength. Unexpectedly, he stood up and stretched his pants again.

This was too disgusting: "Hurry up." The girl urged, and Peng Cheng Xun looked back at her, but he was still reluctant, but he turned around with intention.

There was nothing to hesitate anymore. He turned around, tilted his head and looked up. His shoulder on his left was drooping, and his arm on his right was raised as much as possible, reaching his arm. The man's body was like a machine, and every string that was bent and pulled was very beautiful. The muscles on his arm became tense due to extreme force, even though he was skinny.

Suddenly he jumped, and his whole body rose high, floating higher and higher in the air. He grabbed the man's arm, stepped on the body of the statue twice, and then turned over and jumped onto the thick arm more than two meters high.

Beibei stood below, stunned by his series of actions. She opened her mouth wide, looked at him, watched him stand up, walked on the arm, and walked to the man. He smiled, hehe, looked back at her, reached out to look at the man's face and said, "The nose is as long as my hand."

This was completely different from what she imagined. This young man was so skillful. She thought he would climb up like a tree. He was as light as a swallow, perhaps just to describe someone like him! His movements were elegant and smooth, like white lightning. The girl was a little dazed. He was so handsome!

——

Since childhood, Beibei has envied boys for being able to cross the railing with their hands, which is so handsome in her heart. She has tried to turn it over several times, but her qualifications are mediocre. She either lands first or can't fly over, but Qin Tian can do it.

Beibei always stood behind the railing across the road of the hospital, waiting for Qin Tian. Maybe he still doesn't know why she always stood there waiting for him. Then she could see him running from the hospital and crossing the railing. Every time at this time, Beibei's heart would follow Qin Tian, ​​suddenly tightening, and his eyes became dark.

"Ah! You can do this. It's so amazing. Come down, come down, and I'll record it again." Beibei ran two steps under the man's arm. She asked Peng Cheng down while taking out her cell phone.

The young man jumped to the ground and smiled proudly. He seemed to have forgotten the scar on his mouth: "Do you like to see this?" He looked sly and a little confused, but it was soon replaced by joy. The eyes of the bright moon were filled with incredible questions. He even felt a little disdainful, and smiled arrogantly like a child who was not good at it, laughing at the girl's shallowness.

"Do you know the big wall behind the hospital?"

The girl nodded repeatedly. It was a high wall more than three meters high, and it was very thick. It was said that she wanted to build a prison there at the beginning, but later she found that the location seemed too good. It was a pity to build a prison, so she changed it to a hospital, but the big wall remained there.

"When I was a child, I lived nearby. When I was thirteen years old, I could turn over with my bare hands. I took it to try. I haven't been there for a long time." Peng Cheng seemed to be excited about the crawling man. He was reluctant just now, but now he proposed to climb over the wall.

"Don't, forget it." Beibei hurriedly stopped him.

"Why don't you forget it? Don't you like to watch over the wall? If you come, I will take you through it. I thought you would like to watch what you like to watch! I love to watch this, I'm so pleased, I'll give you enough." He said, reaching out to pat, aiming at the girl's chest, and then retracting his hand.

"No, no, no, it's really not, it's going to be the next day! It's so far away." Beibei ruled repeatedly. She said this, but because Qin Tian was in that hospital, she didn't want to go.

"Okay, I've worn it too clean today. Next time, I will definitely let you see it."

There was no need for Beibei to help. Peng Cheng floated faster than anyone else. The girl said that she was always tripped while supporting the railing, which made Peng Cheng very happy. He told her that women did not do this, and women could see their pants.

——

"Tsk, what's the matter with climbing over the wall? It's a man's ability." Beibei couldn't see his arrogant look. She was used to pouring cold water on her.

"That's not necessarily true. You can try another man." Peng Cheng immediately rejected it, and he pulled Beibei to go to the hospital: "Let's go, let's climb over the big wall today, I'll make you stubborn."

When the girl picked up the big wall, she immediately became timid and said, "Oh! Stop making trouble. Didn't you treat me to a meal to apologize? What are you going to do?"

"It's a treat to you, but it's not apologizing. I think I should do that." When she heard her apologizing, Peng Cheng stopped. He grabbed Beibei and suddenly looked at her very seriously. His shiny eyes were full of determination. He said, "I just want to kiss you."

"What are you going to do? Do you want to have a good chat?" Northeast China has always had no shortage of hot-tempered girls. Beibei widened her eyes and asked him viciously. "Besides, are you kissing? Do you know if you bite people? You are a wolf?"

“I am an Ox.”

"That's not possible, beef doesn't eat meat!"

The young man smiled: "If you don't eat meat, you're not a man."

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It took less than ten minutes from the man who stretched his arms to leave and arrived at a Sichuan restaurant. This is a very famous Sichuan restaurant. It is the first place to cook Sichuan cuisine in the city. It tastes very authentic, especially the boiled fish is very good. For a while, many restaurants made boiled fish, and the cheapest ones cost only 28 yuan a pot, but this restaurant always costs more than 100 yuan to eat, which is a good place.

"Are you sure you want to eat this?" Peng Cheng asked a little confusedly.

"What? Don't you eat? Then let's change one." Beibei didn't actually have to eat it. But when he came, he never said that he didn't like Sichuan cuisine, so she chose this one.

"I don't eat spicy food very much. Forget it, if you like it, let's eat this." He murmured and pushed Beibei to the hotel.

"It's okay, if you don't eat, let's change one, just change one! Okay, don't push me if you don't change..."

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The Sichuan restaurant is decorated in a fully Chinese style, which is simple and elegant. There is a slender fish pond in the hall, which is winding. The water in the pond is very shallow, but there are fish inside. A small bridge less than one meter long is built on it. The small bridge carved with vines is only exploring and very unique. If you want to eat, you have to cross the bridge. It is a very thoughtful design.

Peng Cheng had never left the bridge, so he had always taken a unique approach. He insisted on crossing the winding pool by himself. He was blocked by the lady Yingbin who was in charge twice, but in the end he stepped over it. However, he walked a little anxiously and stepped on the long back of the lady Yingbin's cheongsam. The girl was knocked down and fell heavily. She stood up and her legs were not smooth, with tears in her eyes.

The two of them found a seat by the window and sat down to order food. Peng Cheng was still very serious when ordering the food. He poured water for Beibei with a cold look on his face. For some reason, with too many people around him, he was not as active as before.

From this point of view, he is still a little rude, very much like those people in society. He raised one leg, put it on the other leg, took out a cigarette, and lit one. It can be seen that he had been smoking for a long time. His face as childish as a baby, and he insisted on concave his appearance as an adult. It's really not to mention that it tastes quite a bit.

"How old are you?" Beibei asked him quipped.

"I'm twenty-four, no twenty-five." Peng Cheng blurted out and quickly changed his mouth.

"You are not as good as twenty-five. Don't lie. Do you have eighteen?" Beibei tightened her eyebrows gently and said casually.

He looked about twenty years old, and his white little face was delicate and clear. He was so kind that he looked so beautiful. It was a pity that if it weren't for the scar on his mouth...

After sitting so close, Beibei could probably see that it was a defect of Tao, or Peng Cheng himself thought it was a defect of Tao. He cared more about it than others. Neither of them asked this question again. He deliberately avoided it, and she understood it considerately.

"I am a ox, are you twenty-five?" Peng Cheng's mouth was very hard. He stuffed the water cup into Beibei's hand without saying a word, then turned his face and avoided her gaze.

"Okay! You're twenty-five." Beibei originally wanted to say that he shouldn't smoke at such a young age, so he was twenty-five, so what else would he say?

"You don't have to count, I'm just there." The young man was not happy and said with a very awesome attitude.

The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "Your name is pretty good. Who gave it to you? Why is it called Peng Cheng?"

"My dad, my uncle's surname is Cheng."

"Your uncle's surname is Cheng, just say your mother's surname is Cheng, isn't it over?" She felt that the little boy seemed a little nervous.

Peng Cheng focused on it, and then he smiled, and then said, "Well, that's right." His only pair of clear and shiny eyes were far more dazzling than anyone else.

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Boiled fish is cooked very quickly, and Beibei only feels that the fish is ready as soon as the three words "boiled fish" are expressed.

Peng Cheng leaned on the back of the chair, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the waiter to clean the peppers from the boiled fish. He was not as flawless as Qin Tian, ​​nor was he as strong as an authentic Northeastern man. His thin body seemed to be far more like a southerner than Qin Tian. His fingers were thin and long, but his movements and every move of his hands were so good that he was very eccentric.

There are still many boys like this in the Northeast. Most of the boys born in the 1980s have seen young and dandy boys, smoking, fighting, and hugging a beautiful girl. Aren’t men just three major things in their lives? Fighting in groups, grabbing women, and occupying territory.

As the Northeast said in the past twenty years, many boys have never even beaten a fight, but they are more like the big brother than the big brother in society. On the contrary, the real big brother in society looks like a third grandson.
To be continued...