You Xuezhen was silent for a long time, and explained: "If you want to say it, forget it." Because I liked my music teacher at the time in high school. She paused, adding, "It's also my first love." ”

"Damn-you play so big, your first love is a teacher-student relationship?!"

"Didn't talk about it! It was me who had a crush on him, but Ye Wanbai knew about it. You Xuezhen was helpless, "When I was in my third year of high school, my teacher and my girlfriend got married, and when I learned about his marriage, I realized that I didn't like him, but admired him." Adoring and liking are two different things. But I still cried a lot the day I knew he was going to get married. ”

Yuan Jing was very confused: "Why are you crying now that you understand it?" ”

Because that day, she also knew one thing at the same time-

Ye gradually got a girlfriend.

What really made her understand the difference between worshipping and liking was not the teacher's marriage news at all, but the fact that Ye Wanbai began to fall in love. They happened on the same day, mocking her hindsight with this ingenious arrangement.

You Xuezhen put away her memories, hiccuped lazily, and said vaguely: "I forgot why I cried." ”

The two stepped on the last moment of the curfew and returned to the dormitory, this night was tossed enough, she had no strength to do anything when she arrived at the dormitory, and she lay directly on the table lazily swiping her mobile phone.

There is an extra newcomer in the address book of the mobile phone, that Asmode, whose real name is Huang Qianru.

You Xuezhen clicked on her circle of friends and swiped it, the latest one was the supper just now, she took a selfie with her mobile phone, and framed everyone in it.

As a gesture of politeness, she gave a thumbs up.

As soon as I finished liking it, WeChat was shocked.

Avatar: "Got to the dorm?"

Zhen Zhibang: "Well, stuck [sunglasses]"

Avatar: "OK"

Avatar: "By the way, my car will be fixed tomorrow"

Zhen Zhibang: "What's wrong with that?"

Avatar: "Okay, I'll take you for a ride and see the real technology [Sunglasses]."

Her fingertips wandered across the screen, and she finally typed out a line of words and send.

Zhen Zhibang: "Don't you take Huang Qianru for a ride?"

She just wanted to spy on him and Huang Qianru's progress, but he replied.

"It's an agreement between us."

The tone is so serious.

You Xuezhen converted the line of speech into words, staring at it, unconsciously clasping her arms, and posing like an hourglass. Every time his liking for him is leaked down in pieces, thinking that he can let it go, he will be like this, and he will be dialed back casually.

So she was turned upside down again, and the used likes were poured back bit by bit, quietly, uncontrollably.

*

The next day, Yuan Jing slept in bed until she woke up naturally, ready to start processing the materials filmed last night, and was startled when she got out of bed.

You Xuezhen is actually carefully applying makeup.

"What are you doing, have an appointment?"

"Nope." She curled her eyelashes hard, her eyes were fierce, "Industry is good at diligence and frolic!" You need to practice your hands from time to time. ”

"Cut." Yuan Jing sniffed out a hint of something wrong, "There must be a date." ”

You Xuezhen's fingers trembled weakly, and the eyelash curler pinched viciously onto her eyelids, causing tears to soar in an instant.

"Pain, pain—"

"I've got a row of eyelashes pinched down by you!"

After a period of chaos, Yuan Jing was interrupted and forgot to ask the reason.

You Xuezhen finally looked in the mirror, wiped off the lipstick she had put on again, put on colorless lip balm, and slipped to the library with her notebook.

But in the afternoon of facing the document, I didn't write a word, and my eyes always drifted to WeChat on the computer.

There are no red dots.

So she would look at her phone again to make sure it wasn't a computer card.

Ye Wanbai said that he would go for a ride today, but did not say the specific time. I used to do this often, and when I made an appointment about what I was going to do, it was all out of whim, without any foreshadowing, just like that summer when I suddenly drove to her door and said that I wanted to take her for a ride. Now I can make an appointment in advance, which is already progress.

The wait was harder than expected.

This afternoon, she observed that the people at the front table were so serious that they could read a document without being distracted. The people at the next table are much inferior, writing exercises for half an hour and playing games for an hour. The classmates by the window were not far behind, and after opening a document, they slept in the sun.

But the most inferior is her. She watched and watched, and gradually became sleepy, bent down, and lay on the table into a "Guang" character.

If she sat down like this, she suspected that she would become such a simple word, which would be stretched into a dictionary and placed on the shelves deep in this library, slowly falling into dust, and would not be borrowed and read aloud.

The sun has been setting for a long time.

You Xuezhen kept looking at and turning off her phone.

Finally, the person at the top of the address book belatedly sent two messages.

Avatar: "I'm suddenly in a bit of a hurry here"

Avatar: "Next time"

In fact, You Xuezhen already had a premonition that he would not come, and before his consciousness was completely clarified, his fingers had already instinctively typed out a line of words and sent it.

Zhen Zhibang: "What?"

Zhen Zhibang: "Oh, you said for a ride, I forgot [crying and laughing]"

Avatar: "......"

Looking at his speechless ellipsis, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

She'd rather take the indifferent charge first than get an apology.

Push off your phone's screen and force yourself to look at the document. Isn't it just a pigeon, what's the big deal?

She let go of her expectations and focused, her fingers crackling on the keyboard, but the words she typed out were illogical.

You Xuezhen stopped her hand tiredly, and the computer screen went dark after standby, reflecting her oily face after waiting for too long.

She quickly pressed the touchpad again, and the screen lit up again, covering the lost face.

At this time, the computer WeChat accumulated a lot of red dots, and no one looked for her when she was anxious in the afternoon, she seemed to be put on an uninhabited island, but there was an endless stream of people here. First, Yuan Jing asked her if she wanted to eat, then the counselor bombarded all kinds of news, and finally-

In the end, it turned out to be a very unexpected person, Meng Shilong.

He asked her, "Are you at school?"

She replied in confusion.

Meng Shilong: "Okay, I'll be at your school in half an hour, is it convenient for you?"

Zhen Zhibang: "What's the matter?"

Meng Shilong: "I'll deliver something"

What is it? You Xuezhen replied ok suspiciously.

After sitting in the library for another twenty minutes, about the same time, she packed up her things and walked to the agreed school gate, swiping her phone as she went.

Brushing and brushing, the pace slowed down unconsciously.

The circle of friends refreshed a minute ago with the latest news - Huang Qianru posted a selfie with the text: Thank someone for driving herself to the hospital, it's really a relief [pitiful]

In the corner of the picture, a pair of shoes were exposed, and she recognized that the leaves were graying.

It was a limited edition of the S brand, and there were very few of them, at least she hadn't seen them on anyone else's feet.

It turns out that this is his urgent business.

The ambiguous object suddenly falls ill, and an insignificant ride with an old friend, and it is taken for granted that the former is more important with his toes.

So she deserved to be released and there was nothing to complain about.

With countless reasons in her mind to excuse him, she stood where she was, suddenly unable to walk.

It was as if the feet were not paved with cement, but with quicksand. The sand poured down from the hourglass of her body in an instant. The light leaked, and her body became empty, and the evening breeze of the autumn night passed through her body.

At this moment, she looked up and saw Meng Shilong.

He didn't wear the dress she had picked out for him last night, nor did he wear the perfume she had given him. It was as if the magic that was past 12 points for him didn't belong to him, so even if those things were given to him in the end, he still didn't use them.

"Give."

“…… Meal vouchers? ”

What he handed over was two buffet tickets for a Japanese restaurant.

"To you and your friends." He was embarrassed and said, "I wanted to give you a better gift in return, but I'm planning to buy a camera recently, so I want to save a little." ”

You Xuezhen looked at the meal coupon, and couldn't laugh or cry in her heart - this person would not give a girl a gift at all. Who gave this as a gift in return?

"You came here to bring us this?"

He replied very honestly: "It's not special, I just happened to deliver a regular customer's meal nearby, by the way." ”

You Xuezhen put away one meal coupon and returned the other to him.

"I'll help you hand over what I gave to Yuan Jing, and I won't want what I gave me."

"Why?"

She made a nonsense reason: "I don't like to eat raw food very much." ”

"You like barbecue?"

"Not really...... I like desserts, mango cake, macarons, etc. ”

"That's ......," he nodded, "why don't you wait until you're free, I'll invite you to eat Chen Ji, it's in Xirong that I've eaten more authentic Cantonese food, and their desserts are the best." ”

Can he still eat authentically? You Xuezhen sighed lightly, and then came back to her senses and said, "Don't be so troublesome, it's easy to get fat if you eat too many desserts!" ”

Meng Shilong raised his eyebrows slightly, looked a little nerve-wracked, and asked very bluntly: "Then what should I give you?" ”

"I really don't need to, I accept your wishes."

But he said very stubbornly: "No, I want to return the gift." I can't take your stuff in vain. ”

“…… Then I must say what I want? ”