In the afternoon, we gathered in the Sanxiang Rice Noodle Restaurant opposite the school, in addition to Tang Jibei and Yu Qiuyun, I was grateful for Fang Chaomu's help in the Chinese class, so I also called him. When I walked to the school gate, I happened to meet Shan Shan, and I was looking around, and there was a small and delicate girl standing next to her, holding her arm, and I said hello only to know that she was the Qi Li I couldn't think of in the morning. It turned out that they were not going home at noon, and they were struggling with a place to provide food and clothing. I simply asked them to join me, and the group sat down in the rice noodle restaurant lively.

At the time of the meal, the restaurant was crowded with students, the proprietress was busy inside and out, and the hot and sour noodles we ordered were not coming up for a long time. Tang Jibei bit the chopsticks, and Harazi almost fell on the table. In the middle, he got up and went to the dining table to urge a few times, and the proprietress only cared about answering a few sounds, and then turned around and disappeared into the kitchen, so angry that Tang Jibei shouted that he would never come to eat here again.

Qi Li sat in the corner, a little cramped. I guess she's an introverted and shy girl, and she's afraid she'll blush when she says a few words to a good-looking boy. Later, we slowly got acquainted, and I suddenly realized that this product was actually a female hooligan with a white rabbit vest.

"Hi. I waved at her through Shan Shan, and she pursed her lips and smiled in response.

"Today is your essay that he criticized," I pointed to Fang Chaomu, and then said, "Your handwriting is so beautiful." ”

"It's okay, it's just a little tidy. Qi Li said modestly.

"What about you, whose one are you taking?" Tang Jibei asked me.

"I didn't ...... No, I don't know. I panicked all of a sudden, as if someone had asked me some terrible secret, and suddenly I felt that my face was burning hot, and I didn't know what the red had become. Afraid that they would see the clues, I hurriedly added: "I didn't translate people's names." ”

Fortunately, Tang Jibei didn't ask any more, and turned his head to urge the proprietress again. This time, a girl came out of the kitchen, came to our table with a plate, and gave us a bowl of hot and sour noodles one by one.

Tang Jibei looked at the girl, and his eyes were straight. The girl looked about the same age as us, and she had our school badge pinned to her chest. The complexion is darker, but the facial features are a sign. Especially the pair of apricot eyes, a clear spring is a little bland, it is simply a beautiful black female version of Fang Chaomu.

"Is this your sister?" I turned my head and asked Fang Chaomu quietly.

"Your sister. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks and picked up the coriander in the bowl and put it aside, without lifting his eyelids.

Why is this man so can't joke, I muttered to myself.

The girl put away the plate and was about to leave, Tang Jibei immediately put away the appearance of Jiao'er, put on a serious expression, sat down and said to the girl: "Sister, your rice noodles are good, but there are still fly in the ointment." So, tell me where you went to school, what grade you have and how many classes you have, and I'll go back to you for advice when I have time. ”

The girl rolled her eyes slightly: "No opinion, anyway, you won't come here to eat again." With that, he turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Tang Chaobei stared at her back and smacked his lips, until she entered the kitchen and never came out, then he turned back to his body, and said to us with a smile: "This girl has a character, I like it." Hey, who of you know?"

"Can you stop talking from those ruffians in Qiong Yao's drama. Yu Qiuyun rammed Tang Jibei with his shoulders and said disgustedly.

"Didn't you see her badge? Qi Li in the corner gulped the rice noodles in the bowl and said something vaguely. When I saw that we were looking at her in unison, I was embarrassed again, and I changed to sipping and muttering.

"I'm not a hooligan, how can I stare at a girl's chest. Tang Jibei pretended to be up, I snorted at him, and sighed in my heart that there would be such a shameless and shameless friend around me.

There was a lot of delay in eating, so we hurried back to the classroom after three or two bites. In the afternoon, there was a school-wide parent-teacher meeting, and except for Qi Li, several of us were assigned tasks. Shan Shan, as the class leader, is responsible for smoothing out the entire process of the parent-teacher conference, and Fang Chaomu, as the first place in our class, will speak on behalf of the students at the meeting. Yu Qiuyun was recommended by Tang Chaobei to become the literary and artistic committee member of our class, and the arrangement of the blackboards on the front and back naturally became his responsibility. My level of drawing is okay, and I was arranged to help him. Tang Chaobei, a simple-minded martial artist with developed limbs, undoubtedly had to hand over the rough work of moving tables and wiping stools.

Tang Jibei built a stool on the table, stood up and dialed the fan, and a lot of ash fell on his head. While fiddling with the rag in his hand, he complained about how Lao Ban was so visionless, arranging him to do this kind of unskilled work, and just asked Fang Chaomu to make a speech on that wood, blinding his good eloquence.

I watched it so funny that I couldn't help but chuckle out loud. Fang Chaomu had just finished writing the last point of the word "will" when he heard me laugh and turned his head to look at me.

I accidentally met his gaze, and there seemed to be a little rabbit speeding past in my heart, and I was a little shy. Hurriedly picked up a piece of chalk and continued to draw.

I have always thought that where in this world do you get that kind of fool who doesn't know his own mind, TV series always play innocence as mentally retarded. If when you see someone, your mind is always fluttering gently like the catkins of spring, and even his nose picking can provoke you, even if you are not sure that it is love, you must know that this feeling is at least called liking.

Therefore, at that time, I must have liked Yu Qiuyun very much.

He walked over, stared at my painting for a long time, and asked me with a chuckle, "Why is there a window in your painting?"

"Open your heart. I replied to him.

"Then why don't you paint a door?"

I don't know how to answer, but it's just an illustration I've seen in a magazine, and I thought it looked good, so I drew it. It's just that we finally picked up a topic, and at the moment I can't bear to end it so simply. So he thought for two seconds and replied: "Probably afraid that one day if I meet someone who can't let him live in his heart, at least I can leave a window for him and let him sneak in through the window." ”

After saying that, I regretted it, if I really didn't think about it in a hurry, I got a lot of goosebumps.

He was silent for a long time. Sure enough, it disgusted him, and I felt a pang of chagrin in my heart. Hurriedly picked up the chalk box and pretended to look down and pick the chalk to hide the embarrassment.

"I made it up. He suddenly spoke, and said something that was headless and thoughtless.

Seeing my dazed and nervous look, a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Explained: "I accidentally saw the question you wrote on my composition. That story...... I made it up. ”

I almost want to find a crack in the ground to get into! The small action was discovered by the person concerned, which made me feel even more embarrassed than being exposed by Tang Jibei for me peeking at Yu Qiuyun! Instantly, I felt that a lot of blood rushed to my brain, and the whole person became dizzy with a buzz.

In the midst of my dizziness, a voice shouted at me with joy——— he made it up! No white shirts, no ice cream, no girls in yellow dresses!

I turned my face sideways and saw him staring at the pink heart I had painted on the blackboard, and his face seemed to be flushed.

There was silence in the air, but the silence was extraordinarily sweet.

After a while, he hesitated and quietly asked me, "After the parent-teacher conference in the afternoon...... Do you have time......? Wanted to take you somewhere. ”

I bit my lip and nodded.

There seemed to be cicadas singing outside the window, and they fell into my ears through the window.

The bright daylight outside seems to be a little darker, soft and soft, really comfortable.