Looking up at the dusk sky, the sunset glow was as red as blood, and even the white clouds had lost their original color. Only at this moment could Xu Zhe have a calm conversation with Xue'er.
"Actually, I don't really want to run a blackboard newspaper, because it's tiring to write with chalk." Xu Zhe confessed his inner voice to Xue'er for the first time, "I have the title of propaganda committee member, but no one listens to me. Even if I want to find a brother to help, no one is willing to eat chalk dust, so I have to do it myself."
"No way? There were so many girls who liked you at that time, I don't think any one would reject you with just one word from you?" Xue'er looked at Xu Zhe in surprise. Xu Zhe almost sat on the ground after hearing this word.
"Don't be ridiculous! How is that possible? I have average grades, average looks, and am bad at playing basketball. Who would like me?" Xu Zhe smiled awkwardly, thinking that Xue'er was just making fun of her.
"It's true. Don't you think that at noon on the day when you made the blackboard newspaper, there would always be many female classmates who didn't go home?" Xueer helped Xu Zhe recall.
“You’re doing this…” Xu Zhe remembered that his brothers used to jokingly call the female classmates “those days” every month, which later became “that day” every week.
"Actually, everyone stayed to watch you draw..." Xue'er lowered her head silently, her eyes filled with happiness, "Because there is always an indescribable feeling when you draw, and people can't take their eyes off you. The female classmates like to talk about you, and everyone unanimously thinks you are a monster. An ordinary black board will have life in your hands. The same object is drawn with colored chalk, but you can always make it different. In the three years of junior high school, every month in the grade blackboard newspaper evaluation, our class has never won second place."
"I remember... For this, every month at the class meeting I would bring a workbook with a bright red "award" printed on it, just like the "wages" I earned from working four times." Thinking of this, Xu Zhe smiled faintly, feeling helpless. Because every time I made a blackboard newspaper, my hands would hurt for a whole day. After all, drawing on the blackboard with chalk and drawing on paper with a brush are two different ways of wasting time...
"Do you know what the common wish of the girls in our class is?" Xue'er looked at Xu Zhe beside her, her smile still sweet as ever, "Everyone wants you to draw a portrait for them... But you are always cool and don't talk to any girls. After class, you sit in your seat and stare blankly, looking like no one wants to get close to you. So many girls only dare to have a crush on you..."
“Don’t tease me, how is it possible…” Xu Zhe still didn’t believe it.
"It's true!" Xue'er's excitement scared Xu Zhe.
The conversation subconsciously calmed down, and time passed silently until the street lights dimly lit up...
"Can you please take me home?" Xueer asked silently and a little timidly.
"Okay, I'm fine anyway." Xu Zhe still acted indifferent as usual.
It was another quiet journey. Xue'er walked in front, holding her own painting in her arms. But Xu Zhe, who was following behind, became unexpectedly nervous...
The closer he got to Xue’er’s home, the clearer the thought that was sinking in his heart became - "confession".
If he missed today, Xu Zhe didn’t know when he would be able to express his love for Xueer.
Maybe in this lifetime, the two of them will always be in this relationship of front and back, maintaining a constant distance...
Posted at an intersection, in front of the zebra crossing, there were no pedestrians or vehicles, only the tall building across the road reminded Xu Zhe that Xue'er's home had arrived...
Waiting for the traffic light to come on, Xue'er walked across the zebra crossing naturally, and Xu Zhe, who was following her, stopped just in the middle. He took out his hand that had been in his trouser pocket and clenched it into the tightest fist.
After Xueer crossed the road, she realized that there was a missing figure behind her...
Holding the oil painting in her arms, Xueer turned around and looked blankly at Xu Zhe who had a serious face.
At this moment, the only sound he could hear was his own pounding heartbeat and his breathing became inexplicably rapid. Xu Zhe begged God to give him courage.
"Xue'er... please let me call you that... there are some words I... I have been waiting for a long time... If not now, I don't know when I will have the chance to tell you... I love you! It's not just like, I want to talk to you, want to be with you, want to do everything with you. I have been thinking about it for a long, long time! But I... but I also know that I am so ordinary and not worthy of you at all. But I still want to say to you, I love you!" Finally, Xu Zhe felt that the emotions that had been pent up for five years were released at once, as happy as a prisoner who had been released after serving his sentence.
Now, Xu Zhe is waiting for Xueer to "pronounce" his love...
Whether they will be together happily or be ruthlessly rejected, it all depends on Cher's words.
Fafang lowered her head slightly. Xueer's expression was so aggrieved that Xu Zhe's heart was half dead.
Posted "It turns out that I have never been unrequited in love... If I had known earlier, I would have gotten better first... I wouldn't have had to wait for five years..."
In the instant, a split second, Xu Zhe felt that the earth was spinning and his ears were roaring. Even an idiot could understand the meaning of Xueer's words.
"So, you have always liked me too?!" Xu Zhe pointed a finger at himself blankly, his expression complicated and indescribable.
Post “Don’t ask anymore, I already…” Xue’er’s cheeks were as red as the sunset.
At this time, neither of them noticed that a Mercedes-Benz Dongfeng truck was approaching at a high speed, and the driver had fallen asleep on the steering wheel due to fatigue.
Post Happiness and nightmares are often closer than you think...
The first person to feel the roar of the engine was Xueer. She turned her head and saw that the Mercedes-Benz truck was almost ten meters away.
"Xu Zhe!" With a loud shout, Xue'er threw away the painting in her hand and rushed towards Xu Zhe.
When Xu Zhe turned his head to look, he was faced with a huge car head and dazzling headlights. His body was like it was filled with lead and he couldn't move at all...
His mind went blank and Xu Zhe's instinct was to turn around and look at Xue'er who was approaching.
Posted: Cher fell down due to a foot injury...
The announcement was made three meters in front of him. Xu Zhe would never forget that nervous look in his eyes...
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