"Ah, Sheng Xing's stepdaughter..."

"Look at her..."

Even if their discussion was like a mosquito, as soon as Jiang Xiaomian stepped into the library, these rumors still crept into his ears.

Their gaze, jealousy, and contempt, was like a vicious spell, froze Jiang Xiaomian in place; And the scorn on the corners of their mouths is like a group of clowns.

"Perhaps, just like Ye Miao said, when they get tired of it, they will shut up." After Jiang Xiaomian looked at it, he exhaled slightly, convincing himself not to let his mind be swayed by them.

Grabbing a book on her profession, she was next to a secluded and silent corner, her slender body eager to become one with the wall, so that no one could discover her presence.

"I'm sitting in this corner of the back wall of the bookshelf, and probably no one will see me." Jiang Xiaomian thought in her heart to open the book and take a look.

Slightly older books, the edges of the paper are a little yellowed, flipping through the past, black and white lines, painted clothing, different styles of design, but clear and appreciable, people's eyes as if touching something new.

When Jiang Xiaomian touched these, she always thought so, it was not a book that she was turning over, but a dream.

The brocade satin princess dress is every girl's dream since childhood.

In the Jiang family, which is surrounded by Xiao Ran, it is Jiang Xiaomian's naked dream.

When he was a child, his parents poured out all their family treasures and let Jiang Xiaomian go to an aristocratic school to absorb knowledge. The rich girls there always wore beautiful skirts, lace stockings, and a pair of new and bright girls' leather shoes, stepping on the high pride, and their faces looked full of joy.

At that time, Jiang Xiaomian's eyes were covered with the color of dust, and a layer of envy flashed slightly, and her mother always told her: "In the future, if you are good at studying, you will be able to wear beautiful clothes!" ”

It was only second grade. The family didn't have extra money to buy a white gauze skirt, and in a class reading competition, Jiang Xiaomian could only wear a homely old colored cloth skirt. Later, because her skirt was particularly conspicuous, she was deducted from the score of inconsistent clothing and dragged the class back.

For this reason, the classmates in the class complained about her.

Everyone was wearing such beautiful clothes and complaining about her condescendingly.

Jiang Xiaomian's little thoughts were derived from this, and her little head was pretending to have big dreams: "In the future, I will let me dominate the beautiful clothes they wear!" ”

Ha! Now she thinks back that at that time, she had a limited vision and was ignorantly frivolous, which was the foreshadowing of life.

The library of the University of Nuo can be heard falling pins.

Xu Zifan walked down the stairs with light steps, and saw that in the opposite corner, a corner of his clothes was faintly revealed, and he moved his body to take a closer look, intending to expand his vision further.

"If you don't sit on a good stool, who would choose to read in such a dark corner?" When Xu Zifan was wondering, he saw Jiang Xiaomian get up and change a book on the shelf, and then sat back and flipped through it.

does not smile, and his face is as cold as frost. Xu Zifan's opinion of Jiang Xiaomian can only be described in these eight words.

"Clever smile", if he stands from a man's point of view, shouldn't everyone like women who love to talk and laugh?

"A woman who can make Xiang Dongyang and Han Feiran fight to the death, in my opinion, is not interesting." Xu Zifan thought about getting out of the library, and drove casually towards his destination on his bicycle.

The wheels of the bicycle ran over the small stones, and when the fork in the road in front of her was about to turn, a girl in a long dress jumped out, she was holding a small bouquet of white hyacinths, and the glass bottle was filled with water, and the white whisker root was clearly soaked, and the girl was so happy that she turned the bouquet in her hand, and did not notice the corner in front of her.

Although Xu Zifan realized it at the first time and pressed the brake.

I still heard the girl's screams, followed by the "bang" of broken glass, and the bouquet of flowers in her hand fell to the ground with the person, and the water overflowed the broken glass and slipped all over the ground.

"Damn! I forgot that the brakes failed and haven't been repaired yet! ”

The bicycle fell to the ground, and the wheels still spun by inertia until they were dying.

Xu Zifan hurriedly picked up the girl who was knocked down in front of him, and apologized desperately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

Ye Yao stood up with his arm and called out the name of the person in front of him uncertainly: "You are... Composed... Zifan? ”

Xu Zifan was suddenly ashamed and ashamed: "I'm sorry, I really didn't pay attention to it, did you get hurt anywhere?" ”

"Don't be nervous, I'm fine." Ye Yao moved his legs and feet as he spoke, but he still couldn't prevent a burst of pain: "Ah! She lifted the corner of her skirt slightly.

Xu Zifan saw that her knees were worn out, and said, "I'll send you to the infirmary, quickly disinfect and bandage it, otherwise it will be my sin to be infected!" ”

"It's okay, it's a little bit..."

Before Ye Qian finished speaking, she felt that her body was light, and she had been picked up by Xu Zifan and walked to the infirmary.

It's a strange breath, and it's so close along the way.

"Doctor, she fell and injured herself, she needs to be dealt with, I'm sorry for you!"

When the medical staff came to see, they put iodophor on Ye Yao.

Suddenly felt a tingling pain, and Ye Miao couldn't help but scream.

"It's painful, it's all my fault!" Xu Zifan's face drooped and blamed himself beside him.

Ye Miao grinned inappropriately: "It's just some skin trauma, and it won't break bones!" ”

"Classmate, okay, try not to let the wound get wet when you go back, and it will be fine when it slowly scabs over."

Xu Zifan was walking back with Ye Miao in his arms, and Ye Yao's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's me..."Xu Zifan was about to admit his mistake when he was interrupted by Ye Yao's words: "Sister, it was classmate Xu who sent me to the infirmary after I accidentally fell." After speaking, he gestured to Xu Zifan next to him.

"Oh, I see, thank you." Ye Yao gave Xu Zifan a contemptuous look, and after a polite word, he helped Ye Yao away.

Xu Zifan was left stunned in place as at a loss as a wooden man, and was knocked back to his senses by Xiang Dongyang, who came two minutes later, "Zifan, why is your bicycle parked on the side of the road casually, I have been looking for you for a long time." ”

Xiang Dongyang pushed the car to him, and reminded: "Why haven't your brakes been repaired yet, beware of accidents!" ”

"You're late, the accident really happened." Xu Zifan waved his hand helplessly, and asked again: "Are you going to find Jiang Xiaomian, I saw her on the first floor of the library." ”

"Hey, hey!" Xiang Dongyang grinned and ran in a hurry, "Thank you, it seems that this bike has also sent fate, I'm leaving!" ”

At this time, Jiang Xiaomian was wandering peacefully in the sea of books, and suddenly a whistle came softly.

So far, only Xiang Dongyang will pout and whistle in front of her.

Jiang Xiaomian's gaze was still fixed on the page, and he said without raising his head: "This is the library, please close your 'whistle'." ”

"Oh." Xiang Dongyang covered her mouth in embarrassment, lowered her body and squatted in front of her, and asked in a low voice, "There is a seat there, why don't you sit there?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian pretended that he was transparent and did not reply.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Xiang Dongyang accepted the book and pulled her out of the library.

The eyes of people along the way gather at them from time to time.

By the lake of the school, the withered color of the weeping willow still leaves a faint green, it deliberately hides the color of winter, dances and floats on the surface of the lake, touches the sadness, and spreads the sadness into a circle to disperse the ripples in the distance, calm, and disappear.

"What are you bringing me here for?"

Xiang Dongyang said two words: "Look at the lake." ”

"What's there to see about the lake, I'm going back to read a book." Jiang Xiaomian said that he was about to go back.

was held by Xiang Dongyang with one hand: "The unhappiness in your heart, the book will not help you solve it." ”

"Books won't, will you?" Jiang Xiaomian frowned slightly, seeing how he answered.

Xiang Dongyang picked up the stone and threw it into the lake, and there was a "poof" sound.

"Every time I encounter something unhappy, I will come here and throw stones, throw all my bad moods into the lake as stones, and let them all sink and never turn over for the rest of my life!"

Xiang Dongyang's approach is tantamount to a child who falls on the side of the road crying to hit a stone.

Two words, naïve.

Jiang Xiaomian only thought it was nonsense, and asked coldly: "Could it be that your bad mood has become a good mood?" ”

"Try it if you don't believe it!" Xiang Dongyang picked up a stone and handed it to her.

Jiang Xiaomian threw stones at the lake an inch away, and the lake let out a dull sigh.

"Now, the stone was thrown into the water, but the bad mood is still there!"

Seeing her like this, Xiang Dongyang smiled and picked up another stone, stepped out of the foot, stretched his arms to the widest extent, and demonstrated: "It's not like you throw it like this, look at me!" ”

"Puff"

The stone was thrown into the water, and the splashing sound was crisp and loud, accompanied by his cry: "I hate you!" ”

"Shout out the bad mood, call out the anger in your heart to the fullest, and let them sink to the bottom of the lake with all the bad things!" Xiang Dongyang picked up the stone and gave it to Jiang Xiaomian, "You try again, like I did just now." ”

Jiang Xiaomian clutched the stone in his palm and muttered to himself: "Bad thing..."

"yes, that's a bad thing!" Xiang Dongyang encouraged her on the side.

Jiang Xiaomian closed her eyes, there were too many bad things in her mind, they filled her brain's memory like garbage, and her mind drove her: "Throw them all away!" She opened her eyes, threw away the stone, and threw it into the lake with all her might.

"I hate you!"

"Boom!"

The lake responded, and the stone sank to the bottom as fast as it could, and the startled fish fled in panic with the ripples, and then regained their tranquility with the smaller ripples.

Jiang Xiaomian suddenly felt that the loud and happy voice in Fang Cai's throat let the long-suppressed resentment be released, and after breathing a sigh of relief, she was inexplicably calm, she stretched her eyebrows and smiled, "The whole heart seems to be breathing with a comfortable hot air, and it is really a little relaxed." ”

Xiang Dongyang picked up another stone and threw it into the lake and tilted his head, "What's the matter, I didn't lie to you!" If you are in a bad mood, you can't be stuffy, and if you are stuffy, you will get moldy! Vent it out loud and it will slowly slip away from your heart! ”

As he spoke, he spread out his left palm, raised the fingers of his right hand and made a gesture of slipping away, the sunlight piled up on the corners of his smiling eyes, warming Jiang Xiaomian's heart.

"Do you usually do this when you're unhappy?"

Xiang Dongyang shook his head and said with a wicked smile: "It's not just like this, when I was young, it was even more outrageous, I would go through the window of the classroom next door, sneak in, wipe the blackboard newspaper of their class, and then scribble in a mess, so I will often be called to the German Education Office to report on the radio; If it was at home, I would take out all the heels of my mother's high heels and hide them in a corner that is not easy to find, can you imagine my mother's expression when she couldn't find the heel and walked around the house when she went out! As he spoke, he laughed, revealing rows of white teeth, which made people can't help but laugh.

Jiang Xiaomian smiled and turned his head: "It turns out that you are so bad." ”

Xiang Dongyang rarely saw Jiang Xiaomian's smile stretched, squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers in her ear, and asked, "Do you dare to be bad with me once?" ”

"Bad?"

Jiang Xiaomian hurriedly shook his head.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of what goes wrong!"

Xiang Dongyang raised his thief eyebrows, blinked a pair of mouse eyes, stretched out the tip of his tongue and pursed his upper lip lightly, as if he was going to do something bad. His eyes caught the pruning machine that the planter had just put down not far away, and the planter had just walked in the direction of the toilet.

"Let's go over there."

Pulled Jiang Xiaomian to the branch, picked up the machine to Dong Yang and handed it to her: "You press this, and repair these branches as if they were in a bad mood!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian quickly put down the machine and retracted his hand, shook his head and smiled.

"Don't dare! I'll teach you! Xiang Dongyang said, shook her hand, and started the machine.

The cacophony of the machines was accompanied by a sneering laugh, and the small branches were pushed and played with, from the clumps of leaves that fell to the ground, and finally the bald branches were a mess and a mess.

The whole row of branches was almost finished by the scourge, and only then did a voice from afar chase after him and scold: "Hey, what are you two doing!" ”

"Run!" Xiang Dongyang smiled slyly, took Jiang Xiaomian's hand, and the two ran away.

Jiang Xiaomian was naughty with a conscience for the first time, enjoying the laughter that escaped at this moment, the sunshine pouring down warmed her cheeks, and the warm breeze around her was so friendly and graceful.

Happy, her smile, unreserved. Like a trapped horse that has been restrained for a long time, enjoy the freedom of running on the prairie.

Time spreads out the depictions of the characters on the scroll, and depicts their laughter in thick and thin minutes and seconds.

Common laughter.

In the classroom, only Han Feiran was working the books, and with a "snap", a bunch of photos were thrown on the books, and when he looked up, the person who threw the bunch of photos was Ye Yao.

Ye Yao let out a contemptuous smile from his nostrils, "Look at how sweet your sweetheart and your rival are!" ”

Han Feiran flipped through the photos, which were all scenes of Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Dongyang together, the library, the lake, the flower and grass platform, and the smile on his face was full of smiles from various angles.

"What do you mean by that? How did these photos come about? Han Feiran looked at Ye Yao's unkind face, and probably guessed her intentions.

"We can be regarded as 'allies', if you like Jiang Xiaomian, you have to attack as soon as possible, don't let her rob my Xiang Dongyang."

Han Feiran didn't listen to this, his eyes became sharp, he grabbed Ye Yao's hand, raised his voice and asked, "What I want to know more now is how did these photos come from?" Are you following Jiang Xiaomian or Xiang Dongyang? ”

Ye Jiao saw Han Feiran's angry expression, and hurriedly broke free: "This is my friend's encounter, why should I follow them!" ”

"Humph!" Han Feiran sneered, his eyes as fierce as a jackal: "I warn you, I don't care what you do to Xiang Dongyang, but don't trouble Jiang Xiaomian!" ”

Ye Yao began to be a little afraid, "You... You think you're the vice president of the student union, I'm afraid of you! ”

"Ye Yao, no matter how the three of me, Jiang Xiaomian, and Han Feiran do, it's our own business, you let those crows under you shut their mouths! Otherwise, I see if you are afraid of me! Han Feiran's cruel words warned, and the murderous aura in his eyes almost killed Ye Yao completely.

She originally came to cooperate with Han Feiran, but she unexpectedly fell into a loss, she trembled and angry in her heart, and took the photo on the table and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Han Feiran stopped her, "People go, leave the photos!" ”

Ye Yao turned around and threw the photo back on the table.

Han Feiran leaned against the window, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead, and he closed his eyes helplessly and thought deeply. I really want to extinguish the jealousy burning in my chest, but Xiang Dongyang is a person who can really make people jealous to the point of anger.

After a while, he noticed that someone was touching the photo, thinking that it was Ye Yao coming back, and when he opened his eyes, he was about to scold: "I said why are you not ghosted..."

"Wanguan, when did you come?"

Jiang Wanguan lowered her eyes and told the truth: "As early as when Ye Yao came in, I was already at the door. ”

"Just now, I made you laugh." Han Feiran restrained his temper and softened his tone, "You came to me to have..."

"Otherwise, why are you so obsessed with Jiang Xiaomian, can't you see that I like you? This muddy water, don't go and stir it up, okay? Jiang Wanguan said with a gentle pleading.

Han Feiran pushed her away, his indifferent eyes did not show the slightest pity, "Wanguan, I know that I mistook you for Xiaomian at the beginning, so you will pay attention to me and forget about it." ”

"But Jiang Xiaomian doesn't like you at all! These photos? Isn't that enough? ”

"Not enough!"

Han Feiran thinks that these are not enough reasons for him to give up Jiang Xiaomian, "Xiaomian didn't say who she liked, a few photos made me make up my mind, this is not my style of judging things." ”

Once persistent, people fall into the deep sea. Silence, silence again.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes were already full of crystal tears, and it wasn't until Han Feiran left that the tears dared to be presumptuous, like a flood that broke the embankment, bursting out.

She lost, not to anyone, but to herself.

At the beginning, she was hesitant about this talented but poor kid.

Now, because of a misplaced oolong, he loves others, and he has to desperately keep it.

Servile and servile.

It's ridiculous.

Cheap to the end.

I always wanted to be a proud rose in the flower garden, but I lived like a weed in the wasteland.