2294: C2294 And Her Fingers Were Tightly Clenched

C2294 And Her Fingers Were Tightly Clenched

Gong Suhe was clearly completely attracted by Zhai Xingchen's matter.

At this moment, she was so happy that she looked like a child who had gotten candy. "Looks like our efforts this year were not in vain! Constellation, when you graduate, I must let you walk onto the stage by yourself and be awarded a degree by the principal! "

"Alright."

Zhai Xingchen nodded and his eyes lit up. "Suhe, can I hug you?"

"Ah?"

Gong Suhe was stunned and then she remembered that every stage of Zhai Xingchen's growth, he would give her a hug.

Hence, she bent over and extended her arms to hug him.

Di Xingchen tightened his arms. The moment before he let go, He turned his face and kissed Gong Suhe's hair.

She did not know that when she let go of him, there was still a smile on her face. "Let Uncle Xu cook something delicious for you tonight."

"Can we go out and eat alone?"

Zhai Xingchen asked.

Gong Suhe thought about it and said, "Sure. It just so happens that tomorrow is Sunday."

"Let's watch the movie again after we finish eating."

Zhai Xingchen said.

"Oh, okay."

Gong Suhe nodded.

After the two of them finished eating, they realized that there was only one horror movie in the movie.

Gong Suhe was a little hesitant, but she had just promised Zhai Xingchen. Seeing that he rarely came to the movie theater and did not even choose horror movies, she said, "Xingchen, if you are afraid, we will not go."

Zhai Xingchen shook his head. "I am not afraid."

Then, he thought of something and added pitifully: "I've never seen a horror film, so I don't know if I'm afraid or not."

"Then why don't we go and take a look. If we're afraid, then we can leave?"

Gong Suhe discussed.

"Okay."

Twenty minutes later, the two of them sat in the middle of the first row. There was a huge ghost face on the screen in front of them.

Gong Suhe was a little scared.

She told herself that this was all fake. The scientific method could not explain it at all.

But she was a girl after all, so she was instinctively afraid of something like this.

She could not help but look at Zhai Xingchen beside her.

Zhai Xingchen sat upright and upright, as if he wasn't afraid.

Gong Suhe could only continue to watch.

Time slowly passed until a skeleton suddenly appeared on the screen.2

Gong Suhe was shocked and turned her head to look at Zhai Xingchen.

This time, it happened to meet his line of sight.

In the next second, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.

He used a little bit of strength and held her tightly, as if he was very afraid.

Gong Suhe got closer to him and comforted, "Xingchen, don't be afraid. It's all fake.

If you can't take it, why don't we leave early? "

Zhai Xingchen shook his head and lowered his voice. "I want to watch a horror film for the first time."

"Oh, okay."

Gong Suhe nodded.

She looked at Di Xingchen's hand again.

She thought, Forget it. He was afraid. If she held it for him, at least she could help him relieve his nervousness.

Hence, Gong Suhe continued to look at it seriously.

However, the boy beside her did not have the slightest mood to watch a movie.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly and he lowered his head to look at the hands that they were holding together. His eyes were filled with light.

He did not look like he was afraid of a horror movie at all.

Time gradually passed. Amid the screams, Zhai Xingchen quietly let go of Gong Suhe's hands a little.

Then, his fingers passed through hers and slowly tightened again.

Gong Suhe did not seem to notice his little movements. She was quiet and her soft hands were held by him. He could feel that his palm had been tempered by the wheelchair all year round and had been flattened.

Zhai Xingchen's heart was beating crazily. He hid all the secrets in this bright and dark shadow along with the screams around him.

Others were watching horror movies, but he was feeling romantic.

And the girl he liked, ten fingers tightly clenched.

Ninety minutes, one and a half hours.

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