In the summer of my sophomore year of high school, the sun was scorching and the wind was blowing through the treetops.

She is a quiet and indifferent girl, she is pure and beautiful, but her personality is really slow and unpleasant, she doesn't like to communicate with people, and she always holds a book alone and hides in a quiet place.

He is a school bully in bohemian and uninhibited fresh clothes and angry horses, he studies well, he can fight, and his face is also the handsome that girls like.

"Hey, what's the matter with Gu Pingsheng, why did our Xueba provoke you, you have kicked the ball three times in your kung fu for a while, right?"

"You should ask this, classmate Gu, you are a school bully, you are a school bully, you shouted jubilant, people ignored you? hahahahahaha......hahahahahahahahahahaha

"Damn, buddy, you know the truth......"

A teenager of this age always has a hazy feeling for it, with a desire to watch.

Gu Pingsheng moved his wrists, waved his hands, and made a gesture to hit someone, but a few people dodged and shut up.

However, the ball still has to be picked up.

His school uniform was crooked, his hands were in his trouser pockets, his sneakers were kicking, and he walked straight to Wen Zhixia, who was sitting on the stone bench, the football was not far from her, and she didn't even look at it.

It wasn't until a shadow fell overhead, blocking out the sunlight and shadowing even the books, that she looked up.

Unexpectedly, he met his smiling face: "Xueba, you look down on me." ”

He fought yesterday and still had a wound on his face, but it didn't hinder the handsomeness of his face.

"You're blocking me from reading. She said.

The voice is the same as her person, faint, gentle, and partial, as if it can stir people's hearts, Gu Pingsheng's heart is itching.

This feeling arose when he transferred to another school and heard her recite a full-score essay in class for the first time.

"Classmate Wen, no matter how we say it, we are all in the same class, and we refuse to help pick up a ball, have I offended you, or do you look down on me?"

Wen Zhixia looked at him, then at the ball, closed the book in his hand, and said to him, "I picked it up for you once in my physical education class last month." But then, every time in PE class, you would kick the ball to my neighborhood, the goal was almost 500 meters away from me, and you broke the school record for goals, which shows that you are very good at the ball, and you are playing like this on purpose. ”

As if afraid that he didn't understand, or that the center of her statement was not clear enough, she repeated again: "So, you deliberately asked me to help you pick up the ball...... I won't pick it up for you. ”

Gu Pingsheng listened to her "horn" analysis, as well as the final conclusion, wanted to laugh but held back, raised his eyebrows: "The analysis is very good." He bent down, stared at her with his eyes, and grinned: "Why don't you give me another analysis, why should I do this?"

He leaned too close, and his breath hit her face, Wen Zhixia was a little uncomfortable, frowned, and turned his face away: "You stink so much." ”

Gu Pingsheng: "......"

"Poof", "hahahahahaha......"

"I'll go, Brother Gu, I really can't help it, it's so funny, ahahahaha......"

They played ball for almost a class, and it was summer, so it was normal for them to sweat. Everyone is a boy, who would dislike anyone, but now, Gu Pingsheng, the second middle school and one bully, is disgusted by the well-known good girl in the class who has a soft personality and never quarrels with others, and even speaks softly!!

That's enough to contract them a whole year's worth of jokes.

Gu Pingsheng's face darkened, and he threatened with compassion: "Very, good, funny?!"

Everyone: "......" is funny, and I don't dare to say it.

Midnight, Lanhu County.

When Gu Pingsheng returned home, he saw the dim lights in the restaurant at a glance.

On the table is a covered meal, and on the sofa lies Wen Zhixia, who is already asleep, and a packaging bag is placed on the side, on which the beautiful font reads: Pingsheng, happy third anniversary.

Gu Pingsheng was stunned suddenly, and then remembered that her desire to talk in the past two days stopped.

He sat on the couch and looked at her curled eyelashes, his slender fingers running over her cheeks, resting on them for a moment before moving to the flap of her lips.

Fingertips caressed, pressed, and caressed her soft lips.

Then, bend down and cover her thin lips over her lips, tossing and lingering.