chapter024 You seem to be crying.

Gradually entering late autumn, the maple leaves swept by the wind suddenly left the branches.

After the National Day holiday, study and life are gradually on the right track. The whole day of revision and endless test papers in the third year of high school is almost breathless.

During the afternoon self-study, Song Jiu sorted out the mistakes left in the morning and began to sleep.

As soon as she lay down, the hair on the top of her head was ripped off, she hissed softly, and turned her head to look at Shen Jiaheng.

"What are you doing?"

Afraid of disturbing the others in the classroom, her voice was very soft, but it was inexplicably a little tickle, and Shen Jiaheng even felt that his little table mate was pinching someone's weakness and making syllables.

He propped up his elbows and tilted his head to look at her lazily

The peach blossom eyes are slightly narrowed, and the demons are rampant.

Song Jiu's scalp was numb, and he questioned the depths of his soul.

Is this the second male? Is this really the second male of White Moonlight? He—Why is he so goblin?!

I used to think that Bi Chu was seducing people, but now I really know what blatant seduction is.

"Little tablemates."

This sentence is said in a protracted tone.

Song Jiu was about to get goosebumps.

"I'm not a little tablemate, I have a name, Song Jiu."

"Oh," he licked the corner of his lips, "Song Jiu." ”

"What for?" Song Jiu felt inexplicable.

"I can't sleep a little."

“…………”

***

Luo Qi pulled Song Jiu to pour boiling water.

"Jiujiu, what should I do, I was nervous as soon as I saw him, so I ...... I can't speak. ”

Song Jiu: "Don't ask me, we've broken up." ”

She pulled out a penny lollipop from her pocket: "This is our breakup fee." ”

Luo Qi silently took it: "Oh, I'm so pitiful." ”

"So, why did you leave me and run away last time?"

"I'm not, as soon as I see Shen Jiaheng, I have a conditioned reflex."

As soon as he heard this name, Shen Jiaheng's peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling inexplicably appeared in Song Jiu's mind, and the pupils were slightly brown, like a lake filled with moonlight, and when he lowered his eyes to look at her, it was like discharging.

Song Jiu suddenly thought of the male vixen who seduced people's souls.

It's a pity that Song Jiu doesn't eat him at all, no matter how good-looking the male vixen is, he is not as good-looking as Chu Meiren.

After he said those inexplicable words, Song Jiu fell asleep directly on the table, and did not forget to take his arm and continue to move a few inches away.

"I think you'd better give up early." Song Jiu said.

Luo Qi was about to cry: "Why? ”

"You can't just like someone just because they're good-looking." Song Jiu said firmly, "Moreover, I think he may be sick." ”

"Who's sick?"

The voice was lazy and frivolous.

Shen Jiaheng held the cup of water in his hand, the tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Jiu was taken aback, she didn't expect Shen Jiaheng to suddenly appear in the boiling water room.

She moved her lips, and just as she wanted to say something, she was directly pulled away by Luo Qi.

***

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and Song Jiu basically didn't say anything to Shen Jiaheng.

She has a gentle personality and a slow-burning temperament, and with the strange words and inexplicable actions that Shen Jiaheng said before, she thinks it is better for her to stay away from him.

This weekend, Song's father and mother have to work overtime, and she and her sister Song Shu are going to eat at their grandmother's house in the same district.

The bus arrived on time all the way, and Song Jiu took his sister's hand and swiped the card to get on the bus.

"The balance is insufficient, please top up."

“……”

"The balance is insufficient, please top up."

The automatic broadcast of the reminder voice word is round.

Song Shu: "Sister, can you be reliable." ”

Song Jiu didn't speak, she unhurriedly pulled out her pocket, and began to panic a little. I snooze for a while in the morning, the time was tight, I came out in a hurry, and I didn't bring change yet.

"What's the matter with the little girl, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The people in the back began to urge.

Song Jiujiu pursed her lips and was about to speak.

[Ding Dong.] 】

The steel hammer is pressed into the coin box with unmistakable precision.

Song Jiu's gaze fell on the hand that was coined, very familiar, frozen.

The fingers are slender and the bones are distinct, and the half-amputated arms that are exposed outside the sleeves are open and powerful.

"What are you doing in a daze, get in the car."

His tone was light and straight, without a hint of ups and downs.

Song Jiu was stunned for a few seconds, and he didn't even think to say "thank you".

It wasn't until Bi Chu got into the car one step ahead of her and walked in front of her that she followed with hindsight.

It was as if in a trance, a huge pie fell from the sky and smashed right on her head.

She calmed down, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

I found a window seat and sat down, in the penultimate row, Bi Chu had no seat, stood, and reached out to hold the rail ring.

From her vantage point, you could see his angular jawline and frowning brow.

It doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Sister, do you know that brother, he's so handsome!"

"Well, he's also one." Song Jiu frowned and looked at her sister, "What do the children think." ”

Song Shu pursed his lips, "But he looks so fierce." ”

Hearing this, Song Jiu looked at him again.

The eyebrows are cold, there is no emotion in the dark eyes, the lip line is slightly thin, lightly pursed, and the black hair is a little wet and messy.

The mood should not seem so good, it is obviously bad.

Did anyone provoke him?

Song Jiu was silent, waiting until she opened and closed the zipper of the umbrella in her hand, and repeated it slowly seven times, before she walked over and poked his back and abdomen, and said, "Do you want to sit?" ”

"No, you don't."

The answer is simple, dry and neat, just like he is.

Song Jiu walked back silently.

After eating at his grandmother's house, Song Jiu sent Song Shu back first.

In the evening, she went out to buy something.

There are not enough thick notebooks for note-taking, and there are no spare ones at home.

After coming out of the convenience store, she dangled with a transparent bag in her hand, but suddenly saw a figure running by on the corner of the street.

A black jacket with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a straight and clear back.

Song Jiu felt familiar, and she followed uncontrollably.

In the evening, the sky glowed with a strange purple-blue glow, like the color of a blue and white porcelain glaze.

Then, she saw the young man, she had never seen such a Bi Chu.

Half-closed, his expression was indifferent and indifferent, and his dark eyes were full of danger.

"You're out! If you have a kind, come out! What kind of man is hiding and not daring to see people!! ”

His eyes were scarlet, his voice was torn, and he shouted hysterically as hard as he could.

However, the air was quiet, no one responded, no one appeared, only a few bleak leaves that were swirled down by the wind fell to his feet.

Then, as if he had lost all his strength, he slipped against the wall and crouched.

At that moment, Song Jiu felt that he was so pitiful. It's not like the legendary big guy Bi Chu at all.

She has a limited memory, and she can't remember why Bi Chu became the way she is at this moment.

Song Jiu sniffed, he didn't know where he got the courage, his legs and feet walked towards him uncontrollably, step after step, firm and persistent, every step was like stepping on the sound of fate.

The wind blew through the girl's pink and white skirt, and the well-proportioned calves were slender and white, and the lines were fragile and beautiful, as if they would break off when they were pinched, but they were shining like mutton fat jade.

Hearing the footsteps, Bi Chu's eyelids lifted slightly, and he slowly glanced at Song Jiu from the bottom to the top, with a cold and emotionless expression on his face.

"You seem to be crying."

The girl's voice was soft, with comfort and cautious temptation. But it was like thousands of fluttering feathers wrapping around the tip of his heart, penetrating into his body little by little.

Bi Chu frowned lightly, lowered his head, and did not speak.

Song Jiu simply squatted down, and saw the moistness in the corners of his eyes, and his thick eyelashes were moist and slightly curved.

She was so desperate to raise her hand to touch the little bit of water, but he grabbed her wrist when she was very close.

His eyes were indistinct, but the corners of his lips were straight, and his voice was hoarse: "What are you doing?" ”

Song Jiu was a little frightened. His wrist hurt, and his answer trembled and swallowed: "I, I want to ...... I want to ask, ask why you're unhappy. ”

As if noticing the girl's trembling, he let go of his hand.

The fair, delicate wrist has a few red marks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His gaze paused for a few seconds, then turned his head, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the temperature a few times.

It seems like...... I didn't make much effort.

The light dimmed, softening his angular face.

"It's none of your business." Bi Chu said vaguely and quickly.

Song Jiu didn't hear too clearly, and paused for a few seconds before guessing what he might have said.

She lowered her eyes slowly, the fingers at her side clenched and released.

She wasn't really very good at comforting people, and she didn't know what to do.

Especially Bi Chu at this time, her mood seems to be extremely unstable, and it seems that no matter what she does, she will provoke him and make him angry.

The girl's slender eyelashes fanned slightly, and she slowly stood up and took a few steps as if giving up.

Where she couldn't see, on the edge of the gloomy and dark wall, a pair of eyes squinted at her back, and there was a faint hint of reluctance.

Song Jiu's footsteps stopped, and she stood still, not knowing what she was thinking.

There was a thin shadow of a girl on the ground, and the shadow suddenly turned and ran past, colliding with another dark shadow.

Their heads were next to each other, and it looked like they were kissing, romantic and lingering.

When Song Jiu turned around to hug Bi Chu, her mind was blank, just a decision made in a moment, and the next second it was put into practical action and realized, she had never been so efficient.

Bi Chu's getting up also coincided with her move.

Song Jiu was worried about his toes, his arms were on his neck, and his palms were gently patted on his back a few times, soothing and careful.

In order not to be strangled, Bi Chu subconsciously bent down to meet her hug.

"Don't be unhappy, no matter what happens, it will pass and it will get better."

The faint fragrance with the smell of laundry detergent wrapped him, Bi Chu buried his head in her neck, and took a deep breath, as if it was still a little sweet.

The wind blew her clothes against her back, revealing beautiful butterfly bones.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and suddenly his mouth was a little dry.