Chapter Twenty-Five: Each Other's Thoughts

In the evening, Fang Wenke wanted to sing K with his buddies, and I couldn't stand the noisy environment, so I went back to the dormitory after dinner.

When I passed by the downstairs of the dormitory, it was already dark, but I still vaguely saw Jiang Xiaoqiao standing downstairs in the dormitory.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is that there is a man I've never seen standing across from her, and this man is in his thirties, and at first glance he is the kind of pickle girl master with a successful career.

I didn't interfere with their conversation and walked straight into the dormitory.

But five seconds later, Jiang Xiaoqiao behind me stopped me, and at this moment, she was full of spring.

I saw that Jiang Xiaoqiao was in an extremely beautiful mood, so I gossiped and asked her bluntly: "It's over saying goodbye to your uncle so soon!" Why did you change boyfriends again? ”

"Ahh You just saw it! Jiang Xiaoqiao looked surprised, as if he had been exposed to the secret.

"Nonsense, you're blind to me! Two people of such a big size stand downstairs, and they can see it with their eyes closed! ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and whispered into my ear: "Well, it's changed, but I don't know how long I can get there, let's investigate it for a while, don't tell your roommate about it!" I don't want them to know I'm in a relationship with an old man in his thirties. ”

"Isn't it popular to be an uncle now! Rest assured! I won't say that! But you're up for tomorrow's lunch! ”

"Huh! Li Weiming! I notice you've been getting more and more scoundrels lately! Who did you learn from? Fang Wenke doesn't teach you a good day by day! ”

Little Joe and I laughed and walked into the bedroom, and as soon as we entered the door, we smelled of cool watermelon.

Liang Xue and Lin Yishui were sitting at the table eating watermelon, and then Lin Yishui said to me and Jiang Xiaoqiao while spitting out watermelon seeds: "Hurry up and eat watermelon, Jiang Yun bought it, pull out the cold, it's very cool!" ”

In this hot weather, there is nothing better than watermelon.

However, just as I was about to reach out to grab it, my arm was hit back by Jiang Yun with a hard object, and I was about to be mad at her, but I saw that the hard object she was holding in her hand was Zhao Jun's black umbrella.

Jiang Yun lowered her head a little shyly, and then said to me in a slur manner: "Weiming, can you give me this black umbrella?" I'll help you return it to Zhao Jun. ”

After Jiang Yun finished speaking, the entire bedroom was quiet.

We couldn't be clearer about Jiang Yun's intention to return the umbrella for me, and as a good roommate, we still have to help this month.

"Good! If you give it to me, you will pay it back for me! But you're responsible for tomorrow's dinner! ”

"No problem!" Jiang Yun readily agreed, and the entire bedroom began to snicker ambiguously.

I looked at Jiang Yun's happy appearance, and I seemed to have a feeling of first love.

I think that the cleanest aiqing should be the one who pays the most without regrets.

I picked up the watermelon at hand, it was cool. Suddenly, the phone vibrated twice, it was a text message, I swiped the screen to unlock it, and Zhu Yang's name came into view. At this moment I was a little trembling, a little timid, and a little excited.

I opened the text message, and it was just a few words: "I'm sorry for today's incident." ”

Half an hour after reading the text message, my whole body was completely in a state of excitement, like someone who had been secretly in love for a long time suddenly smiled at me.

And in that half an hour, I also began to reverie with self-esteem, and I even fantasized about whether Zhu Yang still loved me.

However, the next facts tell me that I am overthinking.

After I pondered for more than ten minutes, I replied to him with a text message: "It's okay, you don't know my character, I have a big heart, are you ready for the dance?" ”

I thought that if I put a question mark on the side of the text message, he would reply to me, but I stared at the phone for two hours, only to wait for the phone to be recharged.

Then my enthusiasm slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke in those two hours of torment, and my soul flew away.