My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

Qin Nuan explained: "I'm sorry! I only found this pink HelloKitty printed mask at home, nothing else. But this mask is new, no one has worn it before."

"It doesn't matter."

Song Zhan pretended not to care, and put the mask on his face.

The women's mask is too small to cover Song Zhan's mandible, and his ears are a little tight.

Seeing this, Qin Nuan thought to herself that she must buy men's masks in advance next time, and she can't let her role model be so reluctant.

The two bought tickets and walked into the playground.

The two of them walked together. The tall man and the thin woman had excellent figures. In addition, Song Zhan was wearing a small pink mask on his face, which attracted the attention of many people in the playground.

Although you can't see the face, but with two pairs of beautiful eyes, you can conclude that the appearance under the mask is definitely not bad.

Qin Nuan bought two pink cat ear headbands and ran over to share the cuteness of these two headbands with Song Zhan. Suddenly realizing that Song Zhan was a man, he had no choice but to put both headbands on his head.

"Does it look good?" Qin Nuan asked Song Zhan with a smile.

Qin Nuan's head was quite small, and the two headbands were a little crooked when worn on her head. Song Zhan couldn't help but raised his hand to support the cat's ears, "It's very pretty."

His action brought the two of them closer.

Qin Nuan raised her head and met Song Zhan's eyes, her face was inexplicably dry.

So she ran away again.

Obviously she couldn't see the expression with the mask on, but she just felt that Song Zhan was smiling just now.

He must be laughing at her stupidity!

"Ah! It's a merry-go-round!" Qin Nuan seemed to have discovered her favorite thing, jumped up excitedly, and turned around to call Song Zhan: "Let's go ride the merry-go-round!"

When she was a child, she had never been to an amusement park, and what she envied the most were those little girls on carousel horses. She always felt that riding a white horse would lead to happiness.

So when she grew up, she had a special love for the carousel.

Song Zhan walked to the carousel and got two tickets for Qin Nuan, "Go and play, sit a few more times."

After a pause, he said again: "This is for girls to play, so I won't go up."

"Hmm... okay then!" Qin Nuan took the ticket in Song Zhan's hand, followed the queue, and walked to the carousel in order.

Qin Nuan went around and chose the most beautiful white horse, then turned and rode on it.

Cheerful music sounded, and the white horse under him swayed gently to the rhythm of the music.

Qin Nuan grabbed the pole on the white horse, and when she turned around for the second time, her eyes glanced at Song Zhan's figure.

He stood outside the fence with his hands in his pockets, staring at himself.

The distance between the two was too far, Qin Nuan couldn't see the look in Song Zhan's eyes clearly, but somehow felt that Song Zhan looked a little sad at this moment.

Seeing Song Zhan standing outside the merry-go-round with his hands in his pockets, Qin Nuan suddenly remembered a little brother she picked up three months before wearing the book.

Twelve years old, very small.

He was standing outside the carousel enclosure with his hands in the pockets of the suspender jeans she had bought him.

She still had a childish face, but she pretended to be mature, with a tugging expression on her face, and said stubbornly: "This is for little girls to play with, I don't want to go up there."

At that time, she was still coaxing him, "Mumu, this is really fun! Go up and try it!"

In the end, the little boy was unmoved at all, and didn't even look at her, with a cruel expression on his face: "No! I'm a boy! Boys can't ride on the merry-go-round!"

Thinking about it this way, Qin Nuan still felt that they looked alike.

But this is impossible.

One is only twelve years old this year, and the other is twenty-five years old.

One is cold and dragging, the other is warm and moist.

One in the real world and one in fiction.

No matter how similar two people are, they cannot be the same person.

[Those who guessed the story line raise their hands! Let me praise you! 】