Walking to the stands, Jin Yaohua asked him the question he had been thinking about for a long time, "Is Jianghe bad?" ”

"Okay."

Wang Meng looked at Jiang He's back, did not hesitate, and nodded.

How good are the rivers?

As long as he smiled when he saw her, Wang Menglai knew that he would definitely come towards him. Because he always has been.

-Dream-

The afternoon of the 3,000 meters began near the end, before which they spent several hours studying together. The sun was shining, but because almost no one had an umbrella, the umbrella was not used. They all took off their school uniforms and put them on their heads to shade the sun.

"The quality of your topic has dropped significantly, what's the matter, I don't want to study lately?"

Jiang He put down the notes in his hand and teased her.

Wang Menglai took everything from his hand and said with a smile, "Isn't it so that you don't see the cruelty of society?" ”

He nodded as if he had come to his senses.

The news of the check-in of the 3,000-meter race was released on the radio, and the people around them looked at them almost at the same time. Jiang He's popularity is much better than Wang Menglai's, and there is an obvious contrast at this time.

"Give me my cheers."

Jiang He smiled excitedly at her before leaving, and then hurried away. As soon as he got out of the stands, several people hooked up with him and chatted with him, and they knew to wave to her before he went down the stairs. His smile makes it easy to make people look forward to the future.

Wang Menglai was the only one left, and she couldn't adapt to the sudden loneliness, and there was one less person to talk in her ear.

She looked up at the sky, the sky was distant and blue, the sun was not as dazzling as it had been when it had first come, there was little wind in the wind, and there were no clouds in the sky. There is also a hint of loss in my heart. Just a hint.

Zhao Shanxue had already paid attention to them, and after Jiang He left, he quietly sat down next to Wang Menglai. And she was so focused on the game that she didn't notice that he was coming.

"You can try it next time."

Wang Menglai was taken aback by him, the sudden fright on her face turned flat, and she smiled and said, "No, I am in poor health, so let's leave the opportunity to the hopeful classmates." ”

"I don't care if you win an award, it's a chance, it's always good to exercise, don't you say? If you don't take the first step, there will be no second or third step, and then there will be no chance of success. ”

Zhao Shanxue shook his head, and the kindness shown inadvertently between his words seemed to be able to accommodate all her worries.

Wang Menglai lowered his head and hooked the corners of his lips.

I don't know why, she always feels that Zhao Shanxue means something else. It seems to be pointing to the interpersonal aspect. Early in the morning, I could see that her indifference was deliberate.

Zhao Shanxue's eyes dodged, and he seemed to be embarrassed to say something hidden. He looked at the thick notebook in Wang Menglai's hand and sighed fiercely

"The sports day is to let you relax, don't read books, you may not be the best in our class, but you must be the most diligent. There are too few children like you after all. Don't push yourself too hard. I heard Jiang He say that you always stay up late at night to study, it's okay, the teacher won't blame you if you don't study well, pay attention to your body. I called and talked to your dad, and he said it was fine. Take a break. ”

Wang Menglai felt a lot warmer in her heart and smiled brighter, she didn't want to explain too much, "Thank you, teacher." ”

"Good boy. If you come to me for something, the teacher will try his best to help you. It's okay to study and live. Zhao Shanxue looked at her smile, and seemed to be pressed by the boulder on the most vulnerable string in his heart.

Wang Menglai continued to respond, "Hmm." "The faint smile on his face is very beautiful.

At this time of chatting, the Jianghe competition began. Zhao Shanxue noticed that Jiang He rushed out of the crowd and immediately ran to the railing of the stands and hissed to cheer him on. At the age of fifty, he looks like a young man in his twenties with enthusiasm.

Wang Menglai was not excited at first, and only became excited when the game was almost over.

Jiang He's physical strength was much better than she expected, although she had seen it before, but she was even more surprised when she compared it around him. From the start, he was far ahead, and by the end he had thrown the others five or six hundred meters. There is no suspense at all about winning. It seems that there are no sports students participating in this competition, otherwise he should not have won.

The moment he crossed the finish line, he waved to the stands and gave a flying kiss, and the screams of the girls in the audience were deafening. He stopped in place and took a few breaths.

Wang Menglai got off the stands and walked towards the playground. There is also an excited heart hidden under the steady pace.

As soon as she stepped on the meadow, Jiang He happened to see her. That brief glance gave him an infinitely burning hope.

He runs towards you with the joy of a victor, the warmth of spring, and a bright smile that can make the sun and the moon fade.

It gave her an incomparable sense of happiness in her heart.

It's not about love.

What she avoided at first was this sense of happiness. Only this time he came with her prayer, so she didn't refuse, just stood here, waiting for him to meet her.

How happy is he at the moment?

Very, very, very, very.

At this moment, everyone also knows that all their fantasies are fantasies.

Remember that phrase?

"But they didn't break it. Jianghe will always reserve the best enthusiasm for her. "It's not just talking.

The moment the river pounced, Wang Menglai's mind was blank. She felt so warm just by looking at his smile that she wanted to run away.

How should a person covered in gray accept the embrace of the little sun? Will it get burned?

Jianghe has proved that it will not be with practical actions.

He stopped just in time to pounce on her, and just stood in front of her and giggled.

The ferocious tide stopped the moment it touched her, and only he knew how hard it was.

But if it was he who said it, it must not be difficult.

As long as Wang Menglai stands here, nothing is difficult.

His hair was sticky to strands because of sweat, and there was sweat dripping down his forehead, his face was a little pale, his panting voice was heavy, his tongue licked his dry lips, he looked so weak, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with stars.

When facing Wang Menglai, he was smiling no matter what.

He didn't touch her, he was a step away from her. Now there is only one goal in mind.

So he read softly in a hoarse, deep voice

"Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Wang Menglai laughed, and when he turned his head to smile, he saw a group of people looking at them. She didn't pay attention to them this time. Turning his head and tapping his head gently, he took out a tissue in his pocket with his other hand and said with a slight reproach

"Can you make a difference?"

He took the paper she handed him and wiped the sweat off his head and said with a smile

"Not now, but later."

One step away, Wang Menglai felt the endless heat emanating from him, as if he was obsessed with sweet and sour pork ribs at the moment.

Make her angry and funny.

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