Chapter 69—Premonition

On the way back to school, Wen Chuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief. These days, she can be regarded as coaxing. Wen Chuhang took out his mobile phone and looked at the conversation that ended at half past ten last night, and smiled with satisfaction.

However, how did he feel that Ye Changqing was becoming more and more ungentle? In the past few days, I have always been arrogant in talking to him, and I have more and more times to order him, and I have less and less time to ask him for his opinion.

Wen Chuhang was a little unhappy in his heart. But think about it again, girls, a little bit of a little temperament. Besides, when he first met Chang Qing, Chang Qing was so radiant.

Seeing Jiang Tiantian standing downstairs in the dormitory, Wen Chuhang's heart tightened. He had been avoiding Jiang Tiantian after the last time, and he didn't know how to face it. But Jiang Tiantian had already greeted him: "Chu Hang." ”

Jiang Tiantian lowered her head, at a loss, and bit her lower lip aggrievedly: "I know I shouldn't lie to you, you have been ignoring me for the past few days...... I know it's me who is bad, don't be angry, okay? ”

When he said the last sentence, Jiang Tiantian had already raised his head to look at him, and his eyes were full of tears at some point. Wen Chuhang hesitated for a moment and patted her on the shoulder: "I'm not angry." ”

finally sent Jiang Tiantian away, and repeatedly told her that she was not angry, so Jiang Tiantian withdrew her tears and left.

......

It has been two days since Wen Chuhang came to find Ye Changqing on Wednesday. Ye Changqing has been in a good mood these days. She didn't have classes on Friday afternoon, so Tian Xiaoyan and Shen Yue asked them to play ball together.

"If you're thirsty, Qingqing go buy some water to drink." After Liu Wenwan and Shen Yue finished a few games, they were tired and sat on the ground and fanned the wind with their hands. Ye Changqing got up: "You have to wash your pants when you go back." ”

Tian Xiaoyan also got up: "I'll go with Chang Qing." ”

I didn't hear an answer for a long time, and when I looked at it again, Liu Wenwan and Shen Yue were fighting again. Ye Changqing shook his head and went to buy water with Tian Xiaoyan.

On the way back after buying water, Tian Xiaoyan saw a strand of white on Ye Changqing's broken hair on his forehead: "Don't move, there is something dirty, I'll help you get it down." ”

"What is it?"

"Some of the white ones, which have solidified and dried up, I can't see what they are. You probably accidentally got the facial cleanser when you washed your face, right? ”

Ye Changqing nodded, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Then let's go back quickly." ”

In the distance, Wen Chuhang was standing, looking indifferently.

Today is Friday, and Wen Chuhang wants to come to Ye Changqing to discuss where to go on the weekend. Taking advantage of the fact that Ye Changqing had just forgiven him, it was best to strike while the iron was hot.

But what I didn't expect to see was such a scene.

Wen Chuhang's position was a little far away, so he only saw that Tian Xiaoyan didn't know what he was fiddling with from her hair, and then Ye Changqing smiled shyly. The two went side by side, so harmonious.

He knew that Tian Xiaoyan would not have no thoughts about Ye Changqing. What else can a man do if he approaches a girl for no reason? At the beginning, he was also the one who took the initiative to approach Ye Changqing, how could he not understand?

Without passing, he turned and walked away. But he still sent a message to ask Ye Changqing where he wanted to play. Soon Ye Changqing's reply arrived, two very simple words: "It's all right." ”

It's cold. Wen Chuhang thought to himself, it seems that playing with Tian Xiaoyan must be very enjoyable, right?

......

Although Ye Changqing was relatively cold, she was still very happy to be able to hang out with Wen Chuhang. Even the steps of going downstairs were as brisk as clouds in the sky.

On this day, Ye Changqing ate a lot of what he usually wanted to eat. Counting it, she hasn't had a good time with Wen Chuhang for a long time. So she took a lot of photos excitedly, but Wen Chuhang's interest was not very high. Ye Changqing wanted to ask him, but after thinking about it, he forgot it.

What to ask? Anyway, Wen Chuhang probably wouldn't tell her. Ye Changqing was still a little shocked: when did his mentality become like this?

Wen Chuhang saw that she clearly saw that she was unhappy, but she still didn't ask herself, and she was even more unhappy. Her mind is all on Tian Xiaoyan, right? Where can you take care of yourself?

After thinking about it again and again, Ye Changqing still opened his mouth to ask him: "Why are you unhappy today?" She found that she still couldn't hear Chu Hang's sadness.

As expected, Wen Chuhang just shook his head and said it was okay. Ye Changqing stared at him with a complicated expression, and then fed him a fish ball.

"Is it delicious?"

Wen Chuhang nodded and did not answer.

Ye Changqing dragged him as if he had discovered something terrible: "Look, the flowers over there are so beautiful, let's go take pictures!" ”

After a happy day, Ye Changqing returned to the dormitory and took the initiative to make the first call in the past few days: "Chu Hang." ”

Wen Chuhang only said "um" as an answer. However, Ye Changqing didn't care, because she was busy selecting today's photos to post on various social software.

"Chu Hang, why don't you send it? I took a lot of beautiful photos today. "Actually, Ye Changqing is no longer angry, it's just that there is still a stinky shelf in the past few days. She was in a good mood today, so she naturally became the docile she was before.

"I don't want to send it." Wen Chuhang's answer was still very simple, and he seemed unwilling to say one more word. It's as if to say a word would cut off a pound of his flesh.

Ye Changqing knew that he had never been too lazy to fiddle with these, and the only few things about them were also done under Ye Changqing's coercion and temptation, and he had never directly matched the picture or shown his face. It's basically something like "I'm having fun today."

"Alright, let's sleep!" As Ye Changqing clicked the send button, a sigh of satisfaction followed. Ye Changqing felt overwhelming tiredness at this time.

Hung up the phone without saying a few words, and after Ye Changqing washed up, he paid attention to the number of likes and comments for a while, and then went to sleep satisfied.

The next day is Sunday, so I don't have to worry about being late for class if I can't get out of bed. So Ye Changqing slept very deeply, until she stretched her waist and picked up her phone with satisfaction: it was almost half past ten.

Seeing that everyone else in the dormitory was still asleep, Ye Changqing was not in a hurry to wash. Instead, first open all kinds of social software to check the number of followers of the new news posted by others and the news posted by yourself.

Unexpectedly, Ye Changqing discovered Wen Chuhang's Weibo last night, not long after she fell asleep.

It reads: "Brother Lin Kaicheng, happy birthday today!" Below is a picture of the cake and a photo of them. Ye Changqing then remembered that yesterday was Lin Kaicheng's birthday. She flipped through the comments, and in addition to the comments of some familiar classmates, she saw a familiar account: Miao Miao, who loves aerospace the most.

I also wish Lin Kaicheng a happy birthday.

Ye Changqing stared at it for a while, feeling that he was really a failure. Wen Chuhang didn't post news when he celebrated his birthday, and this treatment can be obtained by others without much effort.

It's ironic. However, she still sent a message to Lin Kaicheng as soon as possible: "Happy birthday, I didn't see it yesterday." ”

As soon as I put down my phone and wanted to sleep for a while, the message beep rang. She thought it was Lin Kaicheng who replied, but it turned out to be Wen Chuhang.

"I'll look for you in the afternoon."

Somehow, Ye Changqing suddenly had a bad premonition.