Chapter 8 You'd better not even think about it.
It took 20 minutes to write the review and handed it to Mr. Zhao before the first class.
In the office, he was chatting with the art teacher, and the beauty was in the way. He didn't get angry at me for submitting the review late, but took the paper in my hand with a bright smile.
On the way back to the classroom, I met the stunner in the corridor. Then I remembered that I had been trying to seduce him.
But at the moment, he was really in no mood to let him notice himself, and it was not only Qian Mao's smile that was blocked in his heart, but also Ji Yu, an opponent who should not be underestimated.
So I walked past him expressionlessly, and unexpectedly exchanged the sentence, "Wang Qi, am I tired of you so soon?" ".
I was really surprised, and before my brain could digest the meaning, my body reacted first, and slowly turned back to look at him.
A second ago, I wondered if I was hallucinating, but he was standing behind me, and behind his bright smile was a white wall, and he stood out.
"Nope." Thankfully, I still remember to answer. It's just that I was thinking too much just now, and now I was suddenly asked, and I answered perfunctorily.
He smiled symbolically, as if he was not satisfied with my answer, and continued to ask seriously, "Then why didn't you greet me just now?" Didn't come to me either? β
Sure enough, as Wu Ya said, the trick of feelings is not that you chase him and run, and you run and he chases.
I scratched my hair and replied with a smile: "If you want to get away with it, don't you think you're taking the initiative to talk to me now!" I didn't know it last time. β
"Really? I'm just trying to bother you. He rolled up the book in his hand, obviously in a disappointed tone, but with a light face, "But you don't seem to have it." β
I'm used to replying, "No, trust me!" when others are down. β
So after reacting, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.
It's a bad habit and I should get rid of it.
He was so pleased that he didn't notice that what I said was nothing more than a sincere politeness.
Then the bell rang with my hurried goodbye.
Anyway, I'm usually used to molesting others, but suddenly the position becomes the passive side, which feels weird.
The pace of my feet suddenly became much faster, and I rushed to the door of the classroom, and my heart was pounding.
Probably because of the rush to go.
When I looked up and saw the words of the second and third classes of high school, I was inexplicably relieved.
As soon as I tried to rush in, a force came from my wrist that pulled me out in an instant.
Raising his head in a hurry, Qian Mao pulled me to the corridor without looking back.
He said: "Wang Qi hurry up, otherwise he will run into the teacher." β
With the years that Qian Mao and I have known each other, he doesn't need to say a reason at all, which is enough for me to run away with him stupidly.
To the back of the old school building, he made me step on his shoulder and climb over the wall, and when I jumped down, I almost sprained my foot.
We all laughed, and the excitement of skipping class was far more exciting than we imagined.
The feeling of breaking free from the restraints and widening the road under my feet made me hold Qian Mao's arm happily like a child.
He took away a strand of long hair that was blown by the wind on my forehead, and said with a smile: "I knew you were so happy, so I took you over the wall every day to play." β
I held the corners of my mouth unappreciatively, "How can I be, I'm tired of watching you every day for so many years." β
Qian Mao thought for a moment and looked at me with wide eyes, "Otherwise, I'll go for plastic surgery, Wang Qi." β
My brow tightened, and I couldn't stand the way he deliberately pretended to make me laugh.
At one or two o'clock in the afternoon, it was hot outside, and Qian Mao and I walked through the long alley to the river. There was a slight discomfort on the wind on his face, and there was the sound of insects that he couldn't name.
Qian Mao turned his head to look at me, and the sunlight shining on him in the shade of the trees made me want to raise my camera.
To use the buzzword of the moment, it is probably the so-called "walking pictorial." β
But every time he looked at me affectionately, I greedily wanted to respond, and I couldn't wait to run away.
The formation of this mentality often puts me in a state of anxiety.
It's like filling an empty glass with water and then pouring it out, and so on.
However, knowing the outcome, I tried hard to change, but I was afraid that I would not be able to bear the consequences.
Let's wait until we're a little bigger!
I asked him, "Qian Mao, how are we going to play today?" β
He didn't say a word, and slowly walked to my side, smiling brightly, as if he had already calculated just waiting for me to take the bait, "Let's not quarrel today, let's be a couple for a day, okay?" β
I pursed my lips and thought about it. Seeing the increasingly depressed expression on his face, he smiled and said, "For the sake of your beauty, it's right!" β
Qian Mao's eyes widened in disbelief for a few seconds, and then his smile almost reached the back of his head. The whole person followed the devil and hugged me a few times.
For the sake of this smile, I am willing to use my own hands to wrap the fishing line you threw around my neck. Then when you are surprised that you can catch a fish without bait, I have the qualifications to be righteous and bright.
Unfortunately, the person I'm looking at, he doesn't know that we actually have the same mood.
Qian Mao's face flushed slightly when he couldn't hide his smile, and he took my hand and walked forward, and in an instant, it seemed to be a heart that warmed up compared to the temperature of his palm.
We have walked through the streets and alleys countless times, and when we lead you, we look down and find that our toes seem to be stepping on the wings of a butterfly.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You know what? All my fantasies have just come true! β
"Qian Mao, you really have no vision, you know?"
He nodded violently, "I know this, since I can't count the number of times I've seen you look out of the window at the boy making a nymphomaniac, I know I've got a bad brain." β
I reached out and pulled his ear, and I said, "Aren't you overwhelmed by my beauty?" β
"Of course, there must be this reason, you let go of your hands first, there are so many people on the street!" Qian Mao covered his ears with his hands in pain,
I slanted the corners of my mouth and smiled evilly, "What's wrong with too many people, I'm afraid of others pointing fingers when I teach my boyfriend." β
Qian Mao suddenly stopped yelling, put his hand down obediently, and looked at me flatteringly: "Wang Qi, you can pull it, I don't feel distressed if I get rid of it." β
I quickly let go of my hand, goosebumps fell to the ground, and I died of nausea.
This date seems to have been practiced, there is no embarrassment between us, and the rest is all heartbeat.
Watched a movie and ate a couple's set.
As he walked out of the door of the movie theater, he suddenly stopped, and his face was extremely ugly, and he warned the boy who was peeking at me next to him.
Before that, I always thought that Qian Mao, who was submissive, was a paper tiger. But when he slanted the corners of his mouth, he took me into his arms with a ruffian, and then slammed the boy back a few steps away with his shoulder, and his aura was so powerful that the other two boys who were traveling with him were blindfolded on the spot.
I'm just starting to calculate how many times I've missed him to make a move.
I should have known that the big boy in front of me was originally a person who could not be blasphemed.
After walking two intersections out of the movie theater, I sat weakly on the bench on the side of the road. No matter how tempting he is, my ass is like growing on a stool, and I won't move.
He can't do anything about me, his face is obviously angry, but he always has endless patience.
In the end, I was carried on my back on the way to the amusement park, and others often cast envious or contrived glances. He happily wiped the sweat from his forehead, and raised his tone slightly: "Maybe if you compare your child's mind like this, you will think I'm naΓ―ve." But from the age of thirteen to seventeen, I imagined walking hand in hand with you in the playground. β
I complained mercilessly, "It's quite naΓ―ve, and now children go to hotels." β
"But Wang Qi, you have to believe me."
"Hmm!"
How can I not believe that I have deliberately exhausted your superiority in front of me, and the reward you have received for it.
When I arrived at the entrance of the amusement park, the sunset that fell silently made my heart sink. I guess it's already like this anyway, so let's have some fun!
It's tiring to carry the same thing all the time.
Got on the bus home, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and frowned.
I've always wanted to have a faster time, but today I want to take the bus step by step.
It turned out that the beast locked up in my heart was not destroyed by the darkness, but lurked in the most hidden corners, and when I saw the sunlight one day, it ran out unscrupulously to torture me.
Two figures on the glass window stood side by side. Turning his head to look at the person next to him, he suddenly adjusted his sitting posture, then tilted his head on my shoulder, and whispered: "I carried someone all day today, so tired!" β
As far as I could see, his hair was messed up around my neck, and the entire tip of my nose was filled with the smell of shampoo.
If I tell you that I'm looking at the window and making a nymphomaniac, it's not actually another boy, can you believe it?
Under the dim yellow street lamps in the community, there are many small insects flying. Qian Mao was in a state of ignorance from the moment he got off the bus, I let go of his hand and said with a smile: "It's here, you go back!" β
He didn't seem to react before he let out an "oh".
I glanced at the lights on the fourth floor and walked into the hallway without looking back. I forgot that I had thought about waving at him when we parted, and then said that when the time came, we became friends again.
Thinking like this, I stopped, turned around and bumped into a hug, which I was caught off guard but accepted calmly.
He whispered in my ear, "I'm so reluctant! β
I laughed.
The hug lasted for five minutes, the sensor lights went on and on, but I wasn't scared at all.
Before leaving, he said: "Although fairy tales will wake up, I will remember the process happily." β
Listen, what a hypocritical thing. But as long as you smile, you will be used like that every time.
The moment I opened the door, I cautiously stepped into the hallway and gently placed the key on the cabinet.
Before I heard the voices coming from inside, I was lucky. The coolness that came from the air behind me remembered that Qian Mao said that Wu Ya would be responsible for taking me and his schoolbag home.
Sometimes, I even had the realization that the relationship between Wu Ya and Qian Mao was better than that between me and her, and I immediately vetoed it after three or two seconds.
The problem now is how to get past my mother's hurdle and face the punishment of skipping class tomorrow.
Walking into the living room with a sense of openness, my mom was sitting on the couch staring at the black screen opposite.
I called her carefully.
She suddenly turned her head and said expressionlessly, "I'm back!" β
I nodded mechanically and stood still.
My mom suddenly laughed and beckoned me over.
In fact, I wonder why every time I see her expression, she shows her feet and doesn't grow at all.
I sat down next to her and watched her look of knowing everything. I was tempted to explain before she could speak, but my language skills were forced back when I met her more serious countenance.
The person in front of me, she was in the moment when I fell in love. Instead of encouraging me to be brave, he cruelly told me, "Wang Qi, we can't predict what will happen in the future." But now Qian Mao, you'd better not even think about it. β
I couldn't argue with what she said, not even the strength of my struggle.
Fortunately, I was already aware of all this, and then I was able to return to the room silently without crying or making trouble.
After taking a shower, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.
It's not because my mother's words can still be like a stone into my heart when I expected it. I was just thinking about that person over and over again, just like I had been on sleepless nights before.
It felt like walking in the dark, no one could see how deep my wound was, and no one would know who had stabbed me.
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