When I came back to my senses, I found Song Zhun standing outside the classroom, in the same posture as me, putting his arms on the window and looking down. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But the distance between me and him seemed to alienate me.

When he lifted his eyelids slightly, his inquiring eyes fell on me, as if he was sure that something was true.

At that time, I realized that it was too familiar, and it was not necessarily a good thing.

The taboo between us is Mu Fei, who is never willing to talk about it, not because he doesn't want to know, but because he doesn't want to know from my mouth.

Just as I never dared to ask him what his life was like before, I was afraid that he would describe it better than it is now, and in a happy and proud tone, I felt that the butterfly that only meant jealousy in my heart would fly out and turn from white to black.

So secrecy is sometimes a disguised way to protect the people you think are important.

In fact, having said so much, I don't know what can really be considered a secret in my heart?

When I got home, I thought about it seriously, maybe it was the future.

After my mother changed jobs, she often worked overtime until late before coming back.

Dinner was eaten by Song Zhun and me, and at the dinner table, he suddenly flashed a look and asked me: "Jiang Nian, were you very good with Mu Fei when you were a child?" ”

My heart sank for a moment, but on the surface, I wanted to pretend not to care about sending white rice to my mouth, chewing it tasteless like a candle, "Well, because home is close, and the skinniest ones are me and him." ”

He nodded thoughtfully, then picked up a piece of meat and put it in my bowl, and said, "Don't you think it tastes bad just by eating rice?" ”

It's not that the food tasteless, it's that you asked that question that made me lose my sense of taste for a short time.

The fan in the living room rotated overhead, the shadows slanted against the white wall, and the TV was placed on a variety show.

At the moment I can only distract myself from the details, otherwise I will think too much.

After taking a shower after eating, I pinched the ends of the towel and rubbed the dripping wet hair vigorously, the water droplets on my calves and arms were not wiped clean, and I walked under the electric fan, which was very cool.

Because the light in the room was too dim, Song Zhun moved to the living room to do his homework.

I took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, drank two sips and put it back again, Song Zhun didn't raise his eyes, just nagged over there: "How many times have I told you, if you want to drink water, take the cup and pour it, don't just open it and drink it and put it back." ”

I ignored him, and instead walked over and tilted my head and stared at him for a few seconds as he carefully solved the math workbook.

Unexpectedly, the water droplets on my hair would drip on the workbook, like very fine tears.

He looked at the water droplets for a moment, put down the pen in his hand helplessly, as if he had been interrupted, and then raised his eyes to see if the person who was distracting him had the qualifications.

However, as the initiator, not only did I not apologize, but my eyes did not focus on him at all, but I concentrated on wiping my hair.

Probably because of playing basketball during the day, my arm hurt a little, which caused me to stiffen the moment I lifted up, like an old man with weak hands and feet wiping his hair indiscriminately.

The droplets of water will fall into the neck when you touch them lightly, and they will be cool.

I was going to go to the coffee table to get a tissue, but Song Zhun grabbed me unguardedly, and the force was a little strong, and I almost fell into his arms.

I don't dare to say that he did it on purpose, although he gave me the impression that way.

"What for?" I asked him puzzled.

He sighed suddenly, disarmed and surrendered, pulled me to the sofa, and snatched the towel from my hand and held it in his hand, "It's really not worry-free to wash your hair, stay with others, I'll help you wipe it." ”

I sat up straight obediently, not afraid of bothering him, and said, "Song Zhun you know that I am playing basketball today, right?"

There was a brief hum overhead.

"You said you were going to give me something to distract me from."

"So what do you want to say about it? Maybe I can think about it. ”

"I hit it for the first time today, and my arm is so sore, if it is not relieved in time, it is estimated that I will not be able to lift my arm that hurts tomorrow."

Song Zhun didn't answer, I turned my back to him, and I couldn't see my expression.

I thought he wouldn't answer, but I didn't expect to put a towel on top of my head, sit on the coffee table by myself, face me, patiently grab my arm, and massage it jerky.

If at this time, I come to "lie to you", will I be beaten?

He lowered his eyes to the bright light, and his eyelashes fluttered, as if he could count how many there were.

The sleek nose and mouth made me look at me for a moment.

It was also because of this that I was able to accurately capture his slightly red cheeks, looking straight at my pale arm in the light, and his throat moved.

Probably suddenly, he looked up unexpectedly and met my probing eyes.

It's really karma.

No one wants to break each other's thoughts. I'm afraid that my shoulders, which are too thin now, can't bear the heavy consequences.

But a lot of times, I always feel that I am not being sentimental, or to be more plain, I think he has the same thoughts about me.

It's just that he is unfathomable, and he hides it too well, or he uses a joke to bring it over, so people can't find it.

For example, I was too tired today, lying in bed for a long time and couldn't sleep, but I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes, and the arm he just massaged didn't play a role in letting me sleep peacefully.

Half an hour after his mother came back, Song Zhun finally finished writing a lot of homework and entered the door lightly.

I tried to keep the movement as small as possible, but it didn't escape my ears, and the night was too quiet, and I was facing my back to the room with my cheeks facing out.

Due to the rain in the evening, there is no need to blow an electric fan when you open the window at night and a cool breeze blows in.

One sleeping position is too long, and the arm is a little numb. So I changed my sleeping position and faced the room with my cheeks.

He was just lying on the bed, and when he saw me turn over, he suddenly froze, probably because he was afraid that he would wake me up if he moved. That's why he waited for me to stop moving before he lay down on the bed.

I felt that I was so touched by his caution that I didn't expect to lean over and kiss my right cheek, his soft lips blooming like marshmallows, and he whispered, "Good night Ginger Nian." The warm breath hit my neck, and I almost didn't dare to move for an instant, and my whole body stiffened as if it was my own.

Only then did I become annoyed, would the night that I had slept before him already be in the day I didn't expect, his goodnight kiss had come for a long time.

As a result, I began to hate myself for not finding out sooner.

After thinking about it, since others don't want you to know, you know it rashly, except for secretly being happy with a humble heart, maybe people don't mean anything at all.

I just hope you sleep peacefully, don't wake up from nightmares, and don't think too much.

In the early morning of the second day, when Song Zhun woke me up as usual, he looked at my languishing appearance, opened his mouth slightly, and said strangely, "Didn't you sleep very early yesterday?" Why are dark circles worse than those drawn with an ink pen? ”

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