Walking by, I don't know each other.

Ye Lanxi even began to wonder if her former self was blind.

......

Morning, ten o'clock.

Mother Ye went out.

And Ye Lanxi and Ye's father sat on the sofa watching TV.

Ye Lanxi accompanied Ye's father to watch the TV news for a while, then held the math reference book, walked to the hanging basket rattan chair on the balcony and sat down, holding the math reference book and reading it with relish.

-

It's a June day, and the sun is scorching.

The hot breeze gently brushed people's cheeks, and the air was hot and hot, and it seemed to be mixed with a bit of irritability.

......

Ye Lanxi sat on the hanging basket rattan chair on the balcony with a solemn expression.

She was still struggling with the math problem she hadn't figured out since last night.

She stared at the math problem for a few more seconds.

I don't know what to think, I took out my mobile phone from my pocket, thought about it for a long time, and called Fu Jing'an.

The call was quickly answered by Fu Jingan.

As soon as the phone was connected, his clear and beautiful voice came out through the microphone: "Hey, classmate Ye Lanxi, do you have anything to do?"

Hearing his slightly alienated title of "classmate Ye Lanxi", somehow.

Ye Lanxi actually felt that there was something uncomfortable in her heart.

Obviously, she lived opposite the door with him.

However, the distance between her and him was so far away.

He is the unreachable shining star in the bright galaxy in the sky.

And she is a terrible speck of dust buried in the underground mud.

She with him.

One in heaven.

One underground.

"Senior Jing'an, I, I'm ......"

Ye Lanxi twisted her eyebrows.

forcibly suppressed the complex emotions that surged out of my heart for no reason.

Exhaled without a trace, trying to make his tone sound normal: "Senior Jing'an, I have a math problem that I can't do, I want to ask you for advice, I don't know if it bothers you......"

"Hmm. ”

Fu Jing'an on the other end of the phone answered lightly.

A simple "um" word, but the meaning expressed is so elusive.

Ye Lanxi felt that she had really disturbed him.

Hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry Senior Jing'an, I didn't mean to call to disturb your ......"

Before she could finish her words, Fu Jing'an on the other end of the phone interjected lightly: "Don't bother." ”

Hearing his words, Ye Lanxi breathed a sigh of relief without a trace: "It's good not to disturb." ”

Fu Jingan said lightly: "Well, classmate Ye Lanxi, I don't know what question you want to ask? I'm at home now, if it's convenient for you, come to my house, I just need a model now." ”

"Models?"

Ye Lanxi couldn't help but hesitate.

But then I thought about it, he loved painting.

I know it.

She asked in surprise, "Senior Jing'an, do you mean that you want to draw me?"

Perhaps out of surprise, her voice unconsciously raised a higher tone.

Even Father Ye, who was originally sitting on the sofa and concentrating on watching TV, was instantly attracted to the past.

Father Ye put down the remote control in his hand, turned his face sideways, raised his hand behind his ear, and made a "tailwind" eavesdropping posture......

Fu Jingan said again: "Well, I want to paint your hair." ”

Ye Lanxi was still suspicious: "My hair?"

Fu Jingan asked, "Is it okay?"

Ye Lanxi was silent and said, "Senior Jing'an, you wait a minute, my dad is at home, let me ask my dad and ask him if he will let me go to your house......"