Fifteen, Zhuang Xingyi

"Your legs ......," Cui Yuying, a tablemate, asked with wide eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Oh, it's okay, I crashed when I came." Mo Xue took out the book and prepared to read it early.

Yuying covered her face with a book, leaned over and asked with a wicked smile: "Hey, who is the boy who just sent you here, he looks very handsome, how many classes are there?" ”

Mo Xue was stunned: I didn't pay attention to his face just now, I didn't know what it was called, and all I had in my mind was the white shirt.

"Class 8 next door, I don't know what it's called."

Yuying's little face fell, and she sat up straight and muttered: "What, you can't get into your eyes if you're so handsome." ”

Mo Xuejing memorized English texts......

"It's finally time for class to end," Yuying cheered, and then most of the classroom rushed to the school cafeteria.

Because Moxue never eats in the morning, she is so hungry that her chest is against her back every time she reaches the third class, but she always endures it: she is used to it anyway.

She looked at her legs, took a deep breath, and limped out of the table.

"Lin-Moxue?"

Mo Xue looked up and saw the young man in white shirt panting at the back door of the classroom, and asked in surprise, "...... you?" ”

The young man walked over: "I think it may be inconvenient for you, so I bought you a boxed lunch, which can be regarded as compensation." ”

Mo Xue was flattered, and no one had ever brought her food.

"Oh oh, good, thank you so much."

The young man turned around and wanted to leave, but Mo Xue stopped him as if he remembered something: "Hey, classmate, can you tell me what your name is?" ”

The boy turned his head slightly, and the warm, but not scorching sunlight shone diagonally through the dusty window, slanting into his hair, gilding it.

"Zhuang Xingyi."

The boy who turned to leave did not notice the girl's face, which was red from the sun.

During the afternoon nap at noon, Mo Xue lay on the table with her mother's soft little mattress, buried her left face in the mattress, and slept with her right face obliquely facing the sun. For the first time, I had a dream in which a young man in a white shirt walked towards her from the fog with a smile, and the warm wind blew across her cheeks, as if she was being gently caressed......

"Mo Xue-Mo Xue, wake up, it's almost class! Wake up—"

Mo Xue frowned: Who is calling me?

Cui Yuying shook Mo Xue back and forth, and finally called her.

Mo Xue rubbed her hazy eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's time for class. Hey? Why is your face so red? Got a fever? ”

Mo Xue remembered that gentle dream, touched her hot face, and faked coughing: "No, it may have been sunburned." ”

A busy day ends with the rustle of pen and paper. Mo Xue raised her head, looked at the dark sky outside, and thought that she would have to spend the next three years like this, but she still couldn't help but sigh.

The boy still stopped her at the door of the classroom and carried Moxue to the place where they collided.

"That, Zhuang Xingyi, I'm much better now, just ride back by myself, thank you really for today."

Zhuang Xingyi looked at Mo Xue's grateful smile and said with a smile: "It's nothing, then you should be careful on the road." ”

"Well, well—and, don't ride so fast around the corner next time." Mo Xue suggested with some embarrassment.

Zhuang Xingyi laughed, "Okay." ”

He watched under the light as Moxue rode out of his sight, smiling and turning to another street.

At this time, neither of them expected that the trajectory of each other's lives had quietly changed......