In May, the summer of the newly-born, the air became warmer, the humidity was obvious, it was the most comfortable time, everything was luxuriant, the grass grew and the warbler flew, and everyone's heart began to be bright like flowers.

A strange girl walked up to the classroom window and called An'an out. An'an was puzzled, thinking that maybe it was someone's prank, and didn't pay much attention to it. Just say no. Through the window, she saw the girl walking in the direction of Regeneration, who was far away from her with a group of boys, and she couldn't hear what they were saying. She suddenly didn't know if it was right or wrong for her decision not to go, and she couldn't help but think, could it be that she was asked to call her again?

"Rebirth, if you ask me to call her out, and don't let me say it's you, the idiot will come out with me, and she doesn't know me."

"That's it, you're stupid, what a bad idea." A boy said.

"So what do you say?" Regeneration said helplessly.

"You go up by yourself, go directly to the door of her classroom and shout until she comes out."

"Do you think Reborn is as as you are?" The girl glanced at the boy who had just spoken, turned to Reborn and said, "Why don't you go and ask someone in their class to let her come out, and say that you are looking for her, isn't it more reasonable?" ”

"Well, this one does." As he spoke, he walked towards An'an's class.

"An'an, someone is looking for you outside!" A classmate in the class said.

"Who?"

"Regeneration!"

"I'm not going."

An An lowered his head and pretended to be tidying up things, but in fact, his heart was very complicated. She wanted to go, and she wanted to see him. I want to hear his voice, I want to see him up close. But in the end, she still didn't have the courage to go out.

Regeneration wanted to call An An out, he knew that although she finally saw him now, they were still strangers, out-and-out strangers, he hadn't heard her voice, hadn't spoken to her, and didn't have any intersection. In addition to passing by again and again, the distance each time is ten meters away, just like admiring a lotus flower that cannot be blasphemed!

Under that layer of window paper, no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it can't be appreciated, it's like scratching the itch in the boots, and no matter how much you do, it seems to be useless. He knew that he might not dare to say that he liked her even if he did call her out. But at least I can stand with her face-to-face, even if it's inconsequential to talk for a word or two.

After asking someone to meet An'an many times without success, Regeneration decided to be brave once.

Another person quietly stood under the big tree in the playground, pacing, practicing breathing, fantasizing about the scene of meeting later, waiting for An'an to appear, there seemed to be no better way than to wait. After waiting for the recess of the first self-study class, she didn't show up, a little disappointed, but he didn't give up, and he came to wait again between the second class.

Because I was disappointed once, I won't be so looking forward to it this time, if I can't wait today, there will be many recesses tomorrow, and there will always be one who can wait for her.

Fortunately, not far away, he saw An'an and Twilight walking in his direction, and immediately turned to leave. An An looked at his departing figure, and had a little doubt, as if he was not mistaken, he ran away only when he saw her.

Coming out of the bathroom, Regeneration reappeared under the big tree. He walked straight towards An An, who held his breath and his eyes naturally slid to the ground, not daring to look at him.

"Give you a drink!" Regeneration's hand held the bottle and slowly lifted it up to An An, looking at An An, his eyes fluttered, he pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks were red again, but the corners of his mouth were honestly raised.

An An was stunned in place, this was the first time she heard the voice of regeneration, strange and novel, the voice was clear and refreshing, like gravity attracting, making An An in a trance, she had never heard before, only his voice.

I just heard Twilight say, "Take it, I won't tell my classmates." Ximu looked at An'an, who was distracted, and tried to break the deadlock.

An'an wasn't really afraid that Nozomi would tell her classmates, she was just suddenly a little overwhelmed. A hazy relationship, when a third party is present and coldly watching, she will be a little awkward.

An An stretched out his hand to take it and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you." That was the first time Reborn had heard what An'an had said.

Because she didn't dare to look at him, he dared to look at him so unscrupulously, in a pair of eyes, like the deep sea, endless tenderness, but she never looked up, probably afraid of falling into those eyes.

One is hot, one is deserted, one is the rough sea, the other is the stars hidden behind the clouds on a summer night. She didn't know the affection in his eyes, and he couldn't see through the joy hidden in her heart.

For An An, this is still an unawakened dream, how can she be so lucky, how can it be so just, the person she can like happens to like her.

On the way home, Rose glanced at the side pocket of her school bag, it had been many days, and it was this bottle of strawberry-flavored milk drink every day, so she couldn't help but ask her curiously, "An'an, have you liked this flavored drink so much lately?" See you every day with a bottle home! ”

An An subconsciously glanced at the lower right close to the position, extremely embarrassed, and was speechless for a while.

"Oh, that's what you say," she paused, delaying as long as she could, making up the right words in her head, "I just like it lately." And he prevaricated.

"Can you give me a taste? Is it so delicious? Rose grinned.

"No way!" She almost blurted it out.

"Oh? It's so stingy. Rose was a little struck by her strong reaction.

"I've drunk it, how can I still give it to you, I'll invite you tomorrow!" Anan hastened to explain.

"That's pretty much it!"

An Shore breathed a long sigh of relief.

Maybe it's because she's afraid it's past its expiration date, or maybe she's afraid that Rose will know the truth of the matter and laugh at herself. Drinking it was too much luxury for her, even if she bought more bottles herself, it wouldn't be this one, not the one that was handed to her again. In fact, she never drinks strawberry-flavored drinks, she prefers blueberry-flavored, lemon-flavored, and never strawberry-flavored anyway.

But she still opened the bottle, just like the lyrics in Jay's "Rosemary": "I'm going to drink all your liking in one bottle!" It turned out that the strawberry flavor was sweet and greasy, a taste she hadn't tasted before. That honey sweetness blooms in the taste buds, like bathing in a warm pool of milk.

She rinsed the empty bottle with water again and again, but still couldn't wash away the milky smell in the bottle, so she left it open to dry in the sun, and the wind mixed with the heat evaporated the water, leaving the smell of the plastic material shining through the sun.

This bottle has been lying in the drawer of the desk, with a separate space. If the bottle had life, it must have mistakenly thought that it had changed its life against the sky, and would no longer need to hold any other colorful liquid, and in the end it would have been discarded, and it would be cherished like a treasure, and it must be so arrogant that it could not do it.

An'an's love for regeneration is like she planted a small flower in the yard, exposed to the wind and sun, she didn't know how to take care of it, so she let it develop, and as a result, new shoots grew every day. Its swaying posture in the wind, as if arrogantly telling her that it can thrive on its own, its vitality is beyond her imagination. As for when it will bloom, she doesn't know, even if it blooms one day, maybe only she can see it, and she won't let others know.