The days are like fine sand flowing through the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently, Yan Mo looked at him sideways, the sun sprinkled on his body, fell into her eyes, simple little happiness, as long as he was there.

It has been more than a semester since he became Shen Siyan's tablemate, and the good times left behind are all in the depths of his memory, and he can't forget them.

I remember that it was March 31st, and it was the last evening self-study in March. Yan Mo seemed to be unusually restless, and had no intention of studying at all, looking forward to getting out of class soon.

And her restlessness obviously also affected Shen Siyan. Although he didn't say anything, that didn't mean he didn't notice.

"Bell bell bell" The bell rang for the end of class, Yan Mo swept away her anxious look, and replaced it with a face full of spring, she quickly got up and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Yan Mo, what's wrong with you today? Shen Siyan finally couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just remembered that today is my mother's birthday, and I used to spend it with her, but I wasn't by her side this year, and I wanted to call her. ”

After speaking, Yan Mo didn't stop any longer, rushed back to the dormitory, and skillfully dialed her mother's phone.

"Hey?" a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Happy birthday Mom. Yan Mo said happily.

"Thank you, my baby, I forgot it was my birthday. Only you remember it every time. ”

Yan Mo's eyes shimmered, and there was a slight tremor in her voice: "Mom..."

"Momo, mom is fine, you don't have to worry, go to class hard, study hard, mom will be very happy. Mother Yan always said in a gentle, loving tone.

After a long time, Yan's mother looked up at her watch, it was not early, and if she didn't sleep, it would affect tomorrow's study, so under her urging, Yan Mo reluctantly hung up the phone.

Yan Mo and her mother seemed to have endless words, and time slipped quietly in the conversation. In fact, in retrospect, I don't remember what I said at the time, but I know that I left a lot of happiness at that moment.

Yan Mo glanced at her phone, and the time jumped to 0:00 on April 1, when she had no intention of sleeping.

Rolling in the bed, April 1st, which happened to be April Fool's Day, suddenly occurred to her to this. So, I opened the box and half-jokingly sent Shen Siyan: "I like you." ”

Although she likes him, many people know about it, including him himself. But after all, she has confessed several times, but Shen Siyan has never responded, which makes her so broken that she can only rack her brains and confess to him in a different way.

Of course, even if she didn't respond, at least she didn't refuse, so how could she give up so easily? So she took the opportunity of April Fool's Day to confess again.

After the news of this confession was sent, Shen Siyan did not reply to himself in the evening. Maybe I didn't see it, Yan Mo comforted herself like this.

No one knew that when Shen Siyan received Yan Mo's text message, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and that night, he lost sleep again. So much so that when I went to class the next day, I didn't have the heart to listen to the class at all, and the whole person was drowsy and in a very bad state.

But how could Yan Mo know Shen Siyan's thoughts, so she was a little sullen about it.

On this night's evening self-study, Yan Mo was also absent-minded, but she wouldn't give up, so...

Yan Mo secretly glanced up at Shen Siyan beside him, and wrote down a small note very seriously, which was quietly stuffed in front of his eyes.

Shen Siyan opened the note, and the four words "I like you" jumped on the paper. A smile entered his deep eyes, rippling a ripple. Just for a moment, the happy look was hidden in the bottom of his heart, and he wrote a few words on the paper calmly, and handed it back to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo opened it expectantly, and there were only three simple words on it: "I know." ”

She had thought of all kinds of reasons for rejection, but what was the answer to "I know"? Yan Mo wrote another note and passed it on.

Shen Siyan opened it, and the words "I like you" were still on it. Only this time, he didn't send the note back directly.

Yan Mo was suddenly a little frustrated, Yu Guang glanced at Shen Siyan, confused, I know, what does it mean not to reply?

Distraught, Yan Mo kept scribbling on the scratch paper, and slowly, the messy lines on the pen gradually became his name, over and over again. When she came back to her senses, the paper was once again densely filled with his name.

"Suzu—" Classes are finally over.

Where will the lost Yan Mo still have the joy of getting out of class, still sitting in his seat in a daze, repeating his actions.

It was Shen Siyan, like a nobody, who got up leisurely, and when he passed by her side, he put a note on Yan Mo's scratch paper, and then walked away.

Yan Mo was stunned, and opened it after a short pause.

"I like you"

"Me too"

In just two lines, you can read it at a glance, but Yan Mo took a long time, she seemed to be unsure, and read it carefully.

The words "me too" are beautiful and powerful, and they are Shen Siyan's consistent handwriting.

He likes me! He likes me, too! Yan Mo jumped up from his seat suddenly, and the joy that he couldn't hide was on his face. She rushed out of the classroom door quickly, hurried to Wen Jing, and shared her happiness with her.

"Wen Jing, Wen Jing, I'm really happy!"

"Did you win five million?"

"I'm happier than winning five million. ”

"Gee, what the hell is it that makes you so happy?"

"He likes me, he likes me, you know!" Yan Mo said to Wen Jing with a happy face.

"Who likes you?" Wen Jing was confused by Yan Mo, and then seemed to remember something, and said clearly: "I'll just say, he likes you." It's just that I'm curious, what did he tell you?"

"Me too. ”

"What? What kind of confession is this?"

"I said 'I like you' and he said 'me too'. After Yan Mo finished speaking, a trace of crimson appeared on her face.

"And then, that's gone?" Wen Jing's mouth opened wide, her face full of astonishment.

"I like him, he likes me, isn't that enough?"

Wen Jing smiled evilly: "Today is April Fool's Day, aren't you afraid that people will tease you?"

Yan Mo didn't speak, just raised her head, admired the night by herself, looked at the starry eyes, and her smile merged under the starry sky.

After a long time, Wen Jing seemed to hear her say: "He is such a serious person, he will definitely not lie to me..."

Maybe it's because of spring, even the air is full of the smell of love at this time, and a sweet, irrepressible sense of happiness envelops her.

For the story to be beautiful, it must hide the truth, starting with a simple confession, so that love comes just right...