Cheng Jiayi's tears refracted crystal light under the rotating and changing colored laser lights, and everyone present was stunned, including Yao Yufeng and Peng Haoyu's confusion, Liu Meng's confusion, and Ye Qingyun's comfort of putting down the dice cup and arriving quickly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But this comfort hovered in mid-air one step away from her, through the trackpad, and couldn't fall.

She was still singing intermittently, her voice choked and fragmented, but the music didn't stop, his "what's wrong", "it's okay", "don't cry"...... If you can't squeeze into the continuous accompaniment, even if you barely squeeze in, it shouldn't have the slightest comforting effect.

So the pale three words and three words will only backfire, and there is no suitable three words that can be accurately used in this link.

Even if it is the most beautiful "I miss you" and "I love you" that she longs to hear, if it is not from Shu Hang's mouth, what is the meaning to her?

Yao Yufeng, as the organizer of this party, finally couldn't bear to walk over.

Cheng Jiayi just finished singing the last sentence, raised his head and smiled at him, his expression was innocent and ignorant like a newborn baby, and there was still mist in his dark eyes.

She smiled, smiled and opened her arms and said, "Hug." ”

Yao Yufeng hesitated and looked back at Ye Qingyun, and under his nod, which was not particularly affirmative, he hesitantly hugged her in another syllable of the word "hug" urged by Cheng Jiayi, and gently patted her back.

Fortunately, Cheng Jiayi wrapped his arms around him, just rubbed it in his arms like a helpless kitten and released it contentedly.

Liu Meng also walked over, rubbed the same, and then let go.

Liu Meng asked with concern: "Xiaoyi, what's wrong?" Drunk? ”

Cheng Jiayi shook his head and said, "Hug." ”

Then he put his arm around her waist again, rubbed it in her arms, and let go.

Liu Meng looked at Ye Qingyun helplessly for help, and he hooked the corners of his lips meaninglessly at her. The first one walked over, but the last one arrived at Cheng Jiayi's side.

Yao Yufeng and Liu Meng consciously gave him their place, and Cheng Jiayi saw that there was another person, so he repeated the action of hugging and rubbing and letting go.

However, this release did not go well, she was pressed by Ye Qingyun's powerful hands on her back and stuck to his arms, and she couldn't let go.

Because of discomfort, Cheng Jiayi struggled and looked up at him, his eyes were miserable, as if he was out of focus. Ye Qingyun freed up a hand to support the back of her head and pressed her back into his arms.

Liu Meng was obviously still a little at a loss, thinking that she would be fine when she came back, but she didn't want the sad switch to be so ordinary, a few bottles of wine and a song touched the weakness.

It's still Yao Yufeng's finish: "I'm singing a lot today, Cheng Jiayi should be drunk too, let's stop here~"

Liu Meng nodded, and said apologetically to Ye Qingyun: "Xiaoyi, please take care of you!" ”

On the way back, it was Yao Yufeng's car, Ye Qingyun helped Cheng Jiayi to sit in the back seat, at first she was still humming in a daze, and then gradually fell asleep on Ye Qingyun's shoulder with the bumps of the car.

Yao Yufeng glanced at them through the rearview mirror and asked with a little worry, "Does she ...... It's okay......"

Ye Qingyun replied to the question: "It's me who is not good, I shouldn't let her drink so much wine...... I knew I was going to drink it......"

Yao Yufeng: "...... It's not your fault......"

There was silence in the carriage, neither of the two men was good at dealing with drunkards, not to mention that the drunk was a girl.

Yao Yufeng, who doesn't know the inside story, and Ye Qingyun, who knows the inside story, have their own hearts.

Then, Cheng Jiayi moved in Ye Qingyun's arms, like a person with serious anger to get up, his eyes were still closed, but he was already shouting unreasonably: "I want to go to the toilet." ”

Yao Yufeng was helpless: "Bear with me, I'll be home soon." ”

Cheng Jiayi blushed, his arm slapped Ye Qingyun's body indiscriminately, and his legs couldn't help but stomp up: "People can't hold it back~ I want to go to the toilet...... Toilet...... Toilet! ”

Yao Yufeng became more and more helpless and asked Ye Qingyun for help through the rearview mirror: "What should I do?" I really can't cope with it, wasn't she quite calm and precocious when she was a child, how did she grow up and go back, like a child......"

Ye Qingyun smiled indulgently, remembering the time in MC, she was so childish and vexatious when she begged for wine, while commanding Yao Yufeng: "At the intersection in front, KFC stop for a while~"

On the other hand, as if coaxing a child, he turned to Cheng Jiayi: "It's coming soon, bear with it a little longer~"

Cheng Jiayi finally opened her eyes when her expression was distorted, and her thoughts seemed to have recovered a little with the action of opening her eyes, Ye Qingyun's close face, and her concerned and doting expression made her stunned suddenly, and she almost forgot her urgent physiological needs, and even the two legs that kept stomping stopped moving.

Yao Yufeng parked the car as fast as he could, Ye Qingyun crossed her body with his long hand and opened the door on her side, and asked, "It's okay to be alone, right?" ”

Cheng Jiayi replied confusedly: "No problem." He was stunned at first, but when he came back to his senses, he rushed out of the car in a hurry.

Yao Yufeng was still wondering: "I don't have a good memory or how can I drop?" She really wasn't like that before......"

After pouring cold water on his face for a while, Cheng Jiayi finally sobered himself up, the blurred memory after being drunk, I don't remember when the party ended, I don't know how I got in the car, but this part of the connection between the end and the semi-sober is very clear at this moment.

Can't you hold back yelling at two big men? Really...... Shame on you and you left home......

So what the two people waiting in the car saw was a little girl who came out of the bathroom with her head down, moving her feet like small steps, and did not solve her physiological needs at all and should show a comfortable expression.

Her long hair and skirt were blown aside in the evening breeze, as if the wind was a little stronger, and she would be blown away.

It's like a live-action explanation of the idiom "weak can't help the wind".

Yao Yufeng: "When I was a child, I actually couldn't figure out why you liked her, she was small, and she always cut short hair shorter than us, like a tomboy, and her glasses were so thick, she was a nerd at first glance, although it was good to be friends, and she didn't put on a shelf for top students, and she was willing to lend us homework to copy, but at that time, Li Qiuguo liked you, Ban Hua, but you said that you had someone you liked, and rejected her, do you know how envious I am?" I have had a crush on Li Qiuguo for 3 years, a full 3 years! Did You Know? At that time, I almost beat you up for her on impulse...... Later, I guessed that you rejected her because you liked Cheng Jiayi, I really couldn't figure it out 1 million. How can the tomboy Cheng Jiayi compare with the class flower Li Qiuguo? ”

Ye Qingyun smiled: "You've said these many times, so what?" Listening to what you said today, it seems that there should be a turning point in the future......"

Yao Yufeng: "But...... Today, I think you have a good vision, not only good, but also visionary, the ugly duckling has become a swan. ”

Ye Qingyun: "Hey! ”

Yao Yufeng: "No...... I don't know how to say it...... When I see her again today, I think she should be a person with a story...... Those tears make people feel distressed to look at...... When I was a child, I was supposed to be a person with a story...... It's just that I was too naïve at that time to understand, you have such a good relationship with her, you must know a lot of things about her...... So...... You like her, rightfully...... You'll have to work harder, I'm optimistic about you! ”

Yao Yufeng's words, if they were used to describe other women, Ye Qingyun's reaction would probably be scornful, even if he maintained calm and calm on the surface, he would inevitably feel in his heart that he was crying when he was drunk and singing? How can you be a person with a story? Even if there is a story, it is nothing more than a story of a similar love and breakup, how big can it be? Aren't love songs themselves written for tearjerking?

However, the object of Yao Yufeng's words is not someone else, but Cheng Jiayi, who he likes, and the so-called lover's eyes are out of Xi Shi, which makes him feel that she is also entitled to be crowned "a person with a story when she was a child", so he can't help but respond after the blessing at the end: "Thank you." ”

But if you really want to say that Cheng Jiayi is a person with a story, it is inevitably far-fetched to put it in front of those who really have a story. After all, in Hecheng, where the development is moderate and the life is comfortable, how many local girls who are born and raised will experience those stories that are enough to be reported in the news or written into books?

Not to mention the part that has not yet been fully understood when she grows up, as far as she is a child, she is really an ordinary junior high school girl.

The family is happy, and none of her parents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents were absent from her childhood; The appearance is discounted by the short hair and glasses as thick as the bottom of the glass bottle, although it is not outstanding, but it is also above average, so that it will not become the target of collective bullying and siege in the class because of its ugliness; Her personality may be a little introverted, but it doesn't affect her to make friends, and occasionally she will become the person who has the right to speak in a small team because of her small shining points; The grades are in the middle and upper grades, and they are so far away from the real top students, and because of this small section, there will be no shelf of top students, and they are approachable; In the eyes of the teacher, she is a standard good girl, so she will not be pulled into the office to lecture like a naughty child.

It's just smooth sailing, so ordinary that it can be summed up as "mean".

Only people like Ye Qingyun, Xia Xintong and Yao Yufeng, who have a particularly good relationship with her and are very close, will notice the occasional adult-like look in her ordinary shell.

It's as if there is pressure on my shoulders other than schoolwork, like a sad face and a contemplative indifference, thinking about the problems that junior high school students don't and shouldn't think about at their age.

In the eyes of junior high school boys who were still very naïve thirteen years ago, they could probably only sum up one word called "precocious" at most.

Yao Yufeng and Ye Qingyun nodded back then, unanimously agreeing that she was very precocious. And Ye Qingyun is the one who is closer to her precocious nature.

When I was a child, there was a time when it was popular to write letters. When the notes passed to each other in class are not enough to express the secrets that overflow in the heart, then letters become the best way to express them. Although letter writing is a very retro thing, a communication method that only parents' generation uses, I don't know who started it, and it inexplicably became a popular trend overnight.

Good friends will write down the content that they didn't have time to communicate in words during the day when they were together in the dead of night after separation into beautiful stationery through letters. Although by the time the other party reads it, the emotional fluctuations at the time of writing the letter have long since subsided, and when the reply arrives, those words of joy or comfort have long since passed their shelf life.

But young boys and girls still enjoy writing letters.

Ye Qingyun and Cheng Jiayi, as each other's most trusted good friends, inevitably used this way to communicate with each other in the era of letters. So Ye Qingyun knew a lot of stories about Cheng Jiayi that others couldn't know.

Her story is not that there are many stories in the story itself, but that she is too sensitive and delicate, as if every detail has been magnified by a microscope in her eyes to show the trend of cell fluid flow.

It's really precocious. When Ye Qingyun was still worried that she had no money to borrow comic books to read, and she might have to fail the test next week, and when Xia Xintong didn't know what gift to give on her birthday, Cheng Jiayi's worry was that when her mother was marrying her father, because the family conditions were not as good as her father's other blind date at that time, she was not treated by her grandmother, and as a result, she gave birth to a "daughter" who seemed to have a lower status, how hard should she work to fight for her mother, so that she could tell her grandma in a dignified manner, you see that her father did not choose the wrong person and so on......

The girl's sorrow and precociousness are probably fatal to the boy. Like the desire of the heart, children always want to grow up quickly, and adults begin to pursue eternal youth.

When he is young, he will dislike those who are younger than himself, will ignore those who are as small as himself, will look up to and get close to those who are older than himself, if he is of the same sex, then he will be regarded as a goal or role model, if he is of the opposite sex, then he will have admiration and longing.

Every teenager has a little bit of a mother-love complex, so that in the process of trying to grow up, while wanting to wave their wings to protect the cute weak sister role, they can't help but like the girl who is one step ahead of themselves in their hearts.

And when these teenagers grow up, their wings are full, and they have seen more of the world and reality, they will dislike the philistines who are older than themselves, and they will dislike the philistines of the same age, but they will look back at those small ones, trying to cherish those simple beauty.

So, is Ye Qingyun reading those letters, in the process of writing back letters under the lamp in the middle of the night, biting the pen shaft, did he realize that he liked Cheng Jiayi? After so many years, I can't remember it for a long time.

It is also unknown whether the boy at that time really understood the meaning of "like".

It's just that the strokes are combined into words, the words are arranged into sentences, and the sentences are stacked to form stories and emotions, through those letterheads printed with cartoon patterns, across his retina, and after reaching his brain, the owners of these stories occupy more and more of a larger and larger proportion in his mind.

is so wide that when Li Qiuguo asked him to meet at the back door of the school, he said timidly: "I like you, can you have a relationship with me?" At that time, he blushed with a childish face, while ecstatic, while grabbing the back of his head helplessly, after three hundred rounds of fighting between the two camps of "agree" and "refuse" in his heart, he finally said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have someone I like." ”

When I grew up, the concepts of "like" and "love" changed from vague to clear, every time I talked about liking and love, there was always a place in my heart, there was a warm wind called "Cheng Jiayi", blowing through the shallow grass and the stream, bringing out the sparkling ripples and the itching of the heart.

What Ye Qingyun can like must be a girl like "Cheng Jiayi".

What can make Ye Qingyun like it must be Cheng Jiayi.

In Ye Qingyun's two-bedroom and one-living room, there was obviously no Yao Yufeng's territory, so he drove them downstairs and went home.

On the later part of the road, Cheng Jiayi sat in the co-pilot's seat, and in order to avoid inner embarrassment, he deliberately opened the window to face the wind and pretended to sleep. But I didn't expect that I was blown by the wind and drank my head, and I really fell asleep in a daze.

Ye Qingyun didn't want to wake her up, so he picked her up from her seat. The first reaction is so light, the contact surface of the back and the two arms of the legs and popliteals, even if there is no ordinary princess hugging, the strength of the girl's neck hanging, can easily support the light weight.

Ye Qingyun cautiously pushed her in her direction, thus forming the third contact surface of her side close to her waist and abdomen. Under the action of alcohol, the three contact surfaces higher than the body temperature are broken down into lines, broken up into points, densely packed with countless points, forming positive electrodes, transmitting dangerous currents to his negative electrodes.

He carried her into the elevator, his arms had to be raised to reach the 14th floor, so she couldn't help but moan low as he tried to reduce the amplitude of his movements.

The metal-reflective elevator doors slowly closed and closed, reflecting the slightly deformed figures of the two people. After a pause, the number increases from 1 to a constant speed as the elevator rises gently. The confined space was quickly filled by the smell of wine and the faint aroma of milk on Cheng Jiayi's body, Ye Qingyun looked down at her blushing cheeks, affected by gravity, her long hair hung down, revealing a complete and uncovered face, like a delicate red apple.

If it weren't for the knotted brow, her face would have almost looked like a festive metaphor. One winter 13 years ago, on the 24th, the apple with a bow tied to the breakfast milk was told to "save it for the evening!" ”

It was Christmas that was first taken seriously among the students, and he received the first apple that represented "peace". In the many years that followed, he also developed the habit of eating an apple with a bow tied on the 24th, no matter how absurd the bow gave an ordinary apple.

I was once stopped by a very thrifty girlfriend in college when I was paying for it, although in the end the other party still smiled and held the apple with a bow tie, with a happy look.

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but lean closer to her, so close that the scorching breath blended on the tip of her nose, and the carbon dioxide she exhaled mixed into the oxygen he greedily demanded, and the particles released from her body tempted him to drop a soft kiss between her slightly opened lips.

Moist, piping hot, with the characteristic wheat flavor of beer.

He cautiously stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked her soft lips, crossed her unguarded teeth, and pried her mouth open with unusual tenderness and coaxing, exploring deeper to provoke her response.

Feeling invaded, Cheng Jiayi raised his hand and pushed it, but the force was not as small as a struggle, and the tip of his tongue gradually echoed from the original dodge to a weak entanglement.

Just as the kiss was forgetful, the elevator stopped with a "ding" prompt, and the elevator doors projecting their figures slowly opened to both sides.

Cheng Jiayi was obviously frightened, and instinctively leaned back to evacuate, distancing herself from Ye Qingyun, but because the movement was too fast, the back of her head hit the sharp corner of the door frame with a "bang", and she screamed in pain, and quickly raised her hand to rub it.

Probably hit sober, rubbing it and not forgetting to complain: "Why are you so sensitive, you don't know how to help me block it when you see me crashing over...... It hurts me to death......"

When he opened his eyes and saw clearly that the person holding him was Ye Qingyun, he was immediately dumbfounded, raised his other hand to wipe his mouth, and asked in disbelief: "Just now...... You...... Kiss...... Me? ”

Ye Qingyun deliberately licked the corners of her lips ambiguously, put her down with a smile, and then said innocently, "No...... Are you dreaming? ”

Cheng Jiayi was suspicious: "Dreaming? ”

"yes...... But if you want to kiss me, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice it......" Ye Qingyun said with a smile, breaking her body 180 degrees, pushing it out towards the elevator door, and pushing two steps without forgetting to cover the back of her head and help her rub the painful part.

Cheng Jiayi entered the door in a daze, reminiscing about the feeling on his mouth, obviously so real, how could it be a dream? But...... If not a dream, then ...... I can't even think about it.

So...... Think it's a dream. Originally, self-regulation and self-deception were her strengths, let alone when she was drunk?

Is drinking good or bad?

Drinking alcohol will be disorderly, and drinking alcohol can strengthen courage.

However, in fact, there is no essential difference between the disorder after drinking and the principle of using alcohol to strengthen courage, it is nothing more than that alcohol accelerates blood circulation, paralyzes the nervous system, reduces thinking efficiency, and makes people have no way to accurately judge the possible consequences of doing something.

When the brain is in a state of extreme excitement, it is often impulsive and forgets that there is a word in the dictionary called "reason".

Just as impulses are often derogatorily equated with "devil", these impulses, like mischievous elves, jump into the depths of your heart, dragging and pulling those buried and can't help but look forward to the tip of your heart.

Peng Haoyu, who also drank too much, sat in Liu Meng's passenger seat, supported his head sideways, and looked at Liu Meng with affection in his eyes for a moment.

The perpetrator of this murder was stared at so blushing that he couldn't concentrate on driving, so he couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you doing watching me all the time?" ”

Peng Haoyu: "You look good!" ”

Liu Meng: "......" is held on the surface, but it is so sweet in the heart that it seems to contain a big mouthful of honey, and it is thick that cannot be dissolved.

Peng Haoyu is not a person who is good at sweet words, and he usually spends more time on dating, although when chasing her, he sends her portrait to her mailbox every day, which looks romantic and affectionate.

But when two people get along, they always need the seasoning of words to make the relationship go further.

Liu Meng has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, even if the stupid Peng Haoyu only said four words, far less gorgeous than the words spoken by the prince of those love words, but the praise expressed by his body language could not be more sincere.

Liu Meng turned her head and smiled at him, but she didn't expect him to move quickly and get closer, it was a sudden kiss, although the kiss was shallow, but the kiss caught her off guard, and she slammed on the brakes in a panic.

The car stopped in the middle of the road, and in the sound of the tailgating horn, in the angry "neurosis" that he specially pulled down the window when he crossed them, Liu Meng looked at Peng Haoyu dumbfounded, and watched him close to him again, and a kiss that turned from shallow to deep again. (To be continued.) )