The part-time job at the western restaurant on Friday night seemed to be a secret between each other.

Qi Youmian lay on the windowsill, looking at the crystal clear glass window downstairs, and when Wen Jiulan's figure appeared in a hurry, he snickered and raised his mobile phone to take a photo.

Wen Jiulan would subconsciously look up at the familiar balcony, this time Qi Youmian didn't hide, sat there generously, and looked at Wen Jiulan.

Instead, Wen Jiulan was stunned for a moment, and lowered her head in a little panic.

After Qi Youmian went home, he sent a message to Wen Jiulan.

Is Lu Ming Yo Yo home?

When she returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, she received a message from Wen Jiulan.

[Wen Jiulan] Hmm.

Qi Youmian lay down on the bed, his fingertips jumping briskly on the mobile phone screen, and the keyboard clicked.

Are you going to the welfare home tomorrow?

[Wen Jiulan] Hmm.

Qi Youmian sighed.

Why do you only reply to me with one word every time! Isn't it perfunctory to me!

The words "The other party is typing ......" soon appeared above WeChat, and it was repeated several times, but no message was sent.

Qi Youmian could imagine the helpless and nervous appearance of the boy at this time, and hugged the doll at the head of the bed and pursed his lips and smiled.

She waited patiently, and finally waited for Wen Jiulan's news two minutes later.

[Wen Jiulan] is not perfunctory.

[Wen Jiulan] will go the day after tomorrow

quickly withdrew the message behind it, like an unfinished message accidentally sent out when he was repeatedly entangled.

Qi Youmian clicked on Wen Jiulan's simple pure black avatar before sending the message.

【Lu Ming Yo Yo】Let's go to the city library to study together the day after tomorrow, it just so happens that I have a few questions I want to ask you~

This time, Wen Jiulan returned quickly.

[Wen Jiulan] Okay.

The city library is not far from Qi Youmian's house, and there is a bus to go directly.

She got off the bus, spread out her parasol, and didn't walk a few steps before she saw the boy standing in front of the library waiting.

After going to the welfare home yesterday, Wen Jiulan was grabbed by the dean's grandmother and trimmed her excessively long hair, revealing her long, narrow and sharp black eyes.

He stood there with high eyebrows and deep eye sockets, a straight nose and thin lips, and stood there expressionlessly, which only made people feel indifferent and unapproachable.

Qi Youmian trotted forward a few steps, the pure white parasol was raised, revealing that smiling face, "Have you waited for a long time?" ”

Wen Jiulan's expression changed slightly, the corners of her lips unconsciously hooked slightly, and her eyes softened a lot.

He shook his head, "No, I came early." ”

Qi Youmian wore a light pink floral dress today, and the skirt fell above her knees, revealing her snow-white slender calves, which glowed white in the sun.

The long black hair was casually draped over the shoulders, because the weather was still a little hot, and a few strands of hair stuck to the white neck.

It is a collision of solid colors, but because of the existence of a delicate red lip, it is inexplicably a little more sultry and tempting.

Wen Jiulan's eyes flashed, as if she had been burned, and quickly moved away.

He lowered his eyes, didn't dare to look more, and handed a milk tea in his hand to Qi Youmian.

Qi Youmian was stunned, her peach blossom eyes were bent into crescents, and the small pear vortex on the right side of her cheek was squeezed out, "For me?" ”

Wen Jiulan nodded, "They said they could only make smoothies...... It's too cold, so I'll take it. ”

The boy's fingertips touched the wall of the cup with water droplets, and when Qi Youmian reached out to take it, he took it back.

It wasn't until she found a place to sit in the library that Wen Jiulan meticulously put the milk tea on Qi Youmian's right hand, and quietly dismantled the straw, so that Qi Youmian could pick it up and drink it directly.

He ordered Qi Youmian's favorite peach smoothie, the frosted translucent walls of the cup were stained with deep shades of pink, and the top layer was covered with a snow-white milk cap.

Qi Youmian held his chin to watch Jiulan's movements, and his smile became sweeter and sweeter.

The homework book and test papers were spread out on the table, Qi Youmian supported the side of his face with one hand, the gel pen swirled around his fingertips, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the tiger's teeth unconsciously bit the soft flesh inside.

Wen Jiulan sat opposite and wrote the test paper, his lowered eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, and he could only see the pen writing on the yellowish paper, as if he didn't need to think.

Qi Youmian was stuck in a physics question, and simply looked up at Wen Jiulan's serious appearance.

The boy's palms are wide and warm, the fingers are slender and white, and the knuckles are slightly protruding just right, not too bloated. He holds a black gel pen between his fingers, a strong color contrast of black and white.

Even the wrist bones are thin but powerful, and when the pen is put down, the wrist exerts force, and the veins bulge slightly.

Qi Youmian suddenly felt a little thirsty.

The peach smoothie is sweet and sliding into the throat with an icy air, and the faint aroma of oolong tea remains between the lips and teeth.

She put the milk tea cup back in its place, and the moisture of the water droplets inevitably remained on her palms.

As if he had been paying attention to her movements, the other side silently put down the pen and handed over a snow-white soft napkin.

Wen Jiulan's eyes were dark, and she looked at her intently, taking care of the quiet environment at this time, and her voice was extremely soft, and she could almost only see the red of her thin lips.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Qi Youmian raised his lips and smiled, his peach blossom eyes sparkling, "Yes!" ”

They took the test papers and moved to the discussion area, sitting on the soft small sofa, and consciously separated by a gap in the middle.

The boy's voice was low and pleasant, like a low-pitched note, and the big question that had stuck Qi You's sleep for a long time was caught by Wen Jiulan and broke through it in one fell swoop.

Qi Youmian looked at Wen Jiulan and suddenly opened his mouth, "Wen Jiulan, what do you want to do in the future?" ”

The pencil used to illustrate the key points in the question stopped in mid-air.

Wen Jiulan subconsciously raised her eyes to look at her, with a hint of surprise between her eyebrows.

But what Qi Youmian wants to know, he will always be satisfied.

"Maybe you want to make more money."

Wen Jiulan was very frank.

He knew that if the overgrown weeds wanted to climb the peony flowers that were carefully cared for in the palace, they could only work hard to strengthen themselves.

Qi Youmian shook his head.

"But, you like physics very much......" She thought of the lifeless pale man in her previous life, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You don't want to go back to Wen's house, okay?" ”

Obviously, when explaining physics, he has gentle eyebrows and eyes, and has a patience that he doesn't even know.

Wen Jiulan looked at Qi Youmian.

The little girl didn't know what she was thinking, and a light red flushed around her eyes. Her skin was snow-white, and the red stool was also extraordinarily obvious, and she looked aggrieved.

His eyes were wet, not like he was persuading, but more like pleading.

His heart beat faster.

Wen Jiulan didn't move on the surface, and only nodded in response, "Okay." ”

He stared at Qi Youmian's relaxed smile after breathing a sigh of relief, and a ridiculous thought slowly arose in his heart.

Is she ...... What dreams about the future too?

In shattered dreams, he once saw his father's disdainful and majestic face, and heard him call himself an "ugly monster".

He saw a graceful dancing figure, and the delicate pink peony in his arms.

Obviously, the loneliness and indifference in his dream were full of loneliness and indifference, and he was also full of bitterness when he saw that figure.

But now I have become a table mate with her, exchanged contact information, and sat together to complete my homework......

Wen Jiulan thought of Qi Youmian, who stood up and shouted his name on the day of school.

Obviously, they didn't have anything to do with each other before.

Wen Jiulan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, swallowing all the horror.

Could the approach he dreamed of not daring to think about be because of what his future self had done?