Tang Yao hadn't painted on a Saturday afternoon for almost half of the semester, so naturally she didn't know how Chang Jian carried Meng Ran around the town every Saturday afternoon when she was away.

The Saturday afternoon class of the art interest class is open to students who are interested in the ordinary class, so Mu Sisi is also among them, and he sees the matter of Chang Jian and Meng Ran in his eyes, but he doesn't dare to say a word to Tang Yao.

First, Tang Yao repeatedly denied his feelings, and Mu Sisi was very disdainful of Tang Yao's behavior of daring to love but not daring to speak. At the beginning, she said it a few times, but she was rejected by Tang Yao's pretended noble words, and she herself felt that it was useless to say more. Second, over time, Mu Sisi suddenly discovered one day that the plot of Chang Jian and Meng Ran had developed to the point where she could not imagine and was powerless to recover, and at this moment she could not and could not say anything to Tang Yao, no matter what she tried to do, it seemed unusually pale and meaningless in front of a couple in love.

It wasn't until the sweet painting style was full of hatred and was about to move with the attitude of a revenger, that Mu Sisi felt that she had to say something to Tang Yao, a stunned person, so that she could be a little prepared, and also analyze with her best friend how she would deal with the next bloody storm.

The women's toilet was full of people, and Mu Sisi waited under the wisteria trellis connecting the junior high school building this time, blocking Tang Yao.

"What's the matter?" When Tang Yao came back from Teacher Lin, she saw Mu Sisi looking at her with a solemn face. Somewhat surprised, such an expression can also appear on the face of the gossip queen.

"Chang Jian really got along with Meng Ran."

"Yes." Tang Yao felt that this kind of conversation was not worthy of Sisi's still solemn expression just now. But I couldn't think of any other words to answer, so I could only give a sigh of gratitude.

"You know you're the reaction. At the beginning, I reminded you that if you had listened to me, today's plot would not have been found out like this. Do you know that Meng Ran called Chang Jian every night and cried on the other end of the phone, you are such a femme fatale. What about studying well, on the surface, she was indifferent to what happened to her and Chang Jian, but in fact, she had already started to take revenge on the two of them in private. ”

"When did I take revenge. What kind of trick is she pretending. Tang Yao was a little angry when she heard this, she took her people for herself without saying any hello to her, but now she is not satisfied.

"You are just stunned Qing, didn't we push her off the lake by mistake during the spring outing last semester? You thought that the matter had passed, and people said that because you were good at studying, Lao Yu didn't want to offend you, so he took the initiative to suppress the matter. But she can ignore it, after all, it is a blessing to suffer. ”

"She's talking nonsense, how can I have such a great ability to please Lao Yu."

Yes, but everyone believed her. Now she's organized a small group and decided to boycott you together. Mu Sisi's face became even more solemn, "More than a dozen girls, when the time comes, what kind of wind do you have, they have dozens of mouths to turn things upside down, and you will have 10 mouths at that time, but how can you say it clearly." ”

Mu Sisi seemed to empathize, sighed for half a minute, and Tang Yao was also depressed when she heard it, now that the exam is in the signs, she hasn't sorted out the things in front of her own door, how can she have the experience to care about other things. At this time, the two-minute preparation bell rang, and she patted Mu Sisi's back and comforted, "Friend, don't grieve for me anymore." The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, resign themselves to fate, and go back to class. ”

Tang Yao hooked Mu Sisi and walked on the only wisteria trellis in the school in the morning breeze. The wisteria in early autumn is blooming, and at a glance, it is like a string of small bells singing in the wind, and youth is a tragic song.