"What are you thinking" A pleasant voice suddenly came into her ears, she came back to her senses, smiled and shook her head, "Didn't you see Teacher He and Teacher Feng in front I wonder if they will suddenly turn back.""
What do you want to do with this" Ye Qingting hooked the corners of his mouth, "Judging from the teacher's reaction just now, you will be fine." ”"Not really."
How could she not know that after graduation, even if the teacher really wants to take care of it, it will not have any effect, "I remember that after school before, as long as it is okay, you will quickly sort out your schoolbag and leave the classroom every time, sometimes I walk behind you, don't you know" A shallow smile appeared on her face, but her eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy fog, making people unable to see through the emotions.The boy looked sideways at her, "So, you have been following behind, but you haven't called me" Ah Ling Xiquan choked and looked at him speechlessly.The atmosphere just now was obviously a little sad, why did he speak, there was no sadness, but there was a feeling of crying and laughing.She puffed out her cheeks, "I don't dare call you." ”"Why" "If I call, you'll turn back" The boy frowned, "Yes." ”Ling Xiquan was speechless again, and couldn't help pursing his lips, "I called you, and I don't know what to say." ”Ye Qingting stopped, as if he was seriously thinking about something, and in the girl's puzzled gaze, he sighed lightly, "Ling Xiquan, if I knew that you were following me, I would definitely slow down and wait for you to catch up." ”She was stunned, and the boy accentuated, "Really." ”Her heart rhythm was out of balance for a moment, and she coughed in disguise, "Don't be so serious, I'm so nervous." ”She hurriedly wanted to leave, but her arm was suddenly pulled, and when she turned her head, Ye Qingting's hand was grabbing her wrist, stopping her from moving forward.There was a faint heat in the palm of the wrist.She couldn't help but panic, pretending to be confused and asked, "What's wrong?"
and "The exit of the exhibition hall is here." ”Ye Qingting pursed his lips slightly, not looking at her, but looking in the direction of the exit from afar, "It doesn't work over there." ”"Oh."
She answered, and the boy took her wrist and walked towards the exit not far away, and she hurriedly grabbed the one in her arms with her other hand, and as she walked, her eyes kept wandering back and forth between the hands of the two and the boy's face.His pace was unhurried, his expression was faint, and he didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of his hand.Are they holding hands Ling Xiquan s heart was bumping into each other, staring at Ye Qingting's hand holding his wrist, his lips opened slightly, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, just let him pull it, and quietly staggered half of his body to follow him."
Did you watch a movie?"
asked the boy in front of him, turning his head.She nodded, smiling in agreement.It didn't seem to matter what movie he watched, but the boy still looked at the film schedule seriously, chose a big animated movie with a good reputation at the moment, and then looked at the popcorn in other people's hands, and also bought a large bucket of popcorn and two bottles of drinks.In fact, Ling Xiquan didn't like watching cartoons very much since he was a child, but with Ye Qingting, everything he did seemed to become happy and joyful, and even time seemed narrow and insufficient.But she still held the popcorn and stared at the big screen without blinking, although her attention was all on Ye Qingting, who was sitting next to her.The person in the front row suddenly moved his chair.She took the opportunity to change her posture and sit upright, quickly turned her head sideways, and secretly glanced at Ye Qingting.The boy sat up straight, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he was looking intently.A man and a woman watching a movie, in Ling Xiquan's cognition, is something that only couples do.She never thought that one day, she would watch a movie with Ye Qingting.She couldn't answer what the movie was about, even if she was asked it immediately after the screening.However, even though time flies later, year after year, the memory fades in the rings of time, and the boy sits beside him, watching the movie seriously, and the flickering light hits his face, which is still as clear as yesterday.After watching the movie, it was already afternoon, and they had dinner with Ye Qingting in the mall, and the two of them walked out of the mall slowly.Outside the mall, the rain was still pouring down.She hugged it, hurriedly holding the umbrella, Ye Qingting handed over the umbrella she had held up, and before she could react, she took the umbrella she didn't open, "I'll come, you can hold mine." ”His umbrella was a simple sky blue, she took it without refusing, watched him hold up his umbrella, and laughed a little funny, "Ye Qingting, my umbrella is pink." ”Seeing her smile, the corners of Ye Qingting's mouth were slightly upturned, and he held up the umbrella and turned around overhead, "What's wrong with the pink one?"
”"Yes" "Well, it's really pretty. ”Her smile deepened.No matter what color it is, it looks good with him.He's the most beautiful color."
I'll call a taxi for you first and send you back."
He said.Ling Xiquan smiled slightly, "No need, it's a traffic jam on a rainy day, so it's convenient for me to take the subway back." ”Ye Qingting frowned, "On a rainy day, isn't the subway crowded?"
”She shook her head, "Anyway, the subway station is next to it, I'll accompany you to call a taxi first." ”"Otherwise, I'll take you to the subway station first" "Oh, no, I'm not a child, besides, I want to see you get on the train first." ”Hearing the tactful insistence in her tone, Ye Qingting frowned and looked at her for a long time, and finally let go of his brows, "Okay then." ”Although it was a rainy day, there was still an endless stream of taxis coming and going at the entrance of the mall, an empty car quickly stopped on the side of the road, Ye Qingting held her pink umbrella, trotted to the side of the car, opened the back door, he looked back at Ling Xiquan a few steps later, "Pay attention to your own safety, send me a text message when you get home." ”Ling Xiquan looked at him with a smile and waved his hand, "Okay, I see." ”Ye Qingting also smiled back, put away the umbrella and sat in the taxi, rolled open half of the car window, and smiled softly at her through the thousands of wisps of rain, but her amber eyes seemed to be filled with complex and indistinguishable tenderness.Her hand holding the handle of the umbrella clenched unconsciously, her expression was in a trance, the taxi had slowly driven by, the stagnant water on the side of the road splashed a little, she came back to her senses, the rain was cloudy, how could she still see the shadow of the boy.He took her umbrella.And in her hand, she is holding his umbrella.Her heart was very empty, but a faint smile habitually appeared on her face.The summer vacation is so long, maybe, they will have a chance to meet, thinking so, her heart felt a little better, and she looked at the taxi that had long disappeared, and turned around and walked towards the subway station.It's just that she didn't expect that after this meeting, the next day, a text message from Ye Qingting was sent.My grandmother was sick and my mother told me to go back to the UK tomorrow.One was not careful, and the strings of the guzheng played the wrong note, so she reached out and picked up the mobile phone that she kept at hand, and replied to the text message with her heart.Okay, have a nice trip.I thought we could still meet, but the plan could never catch up with the change.I don't remember hearing anyone say that if you come back, I'll pick you up through thick and thin, but if you leave, I'll never see you off.The heart suddenly fell unimaginably lonely.She held her phone, staring at the screen that didn't light up again, and remained motionless in this position.Outside the window, the twilight is dark, and the remnant sun is like blood
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