Jiang Fuyue was still comforting Wan Xiutong who was crying, when suddenly two shadows fell over her.
She looked up subconsciously, but saw Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang, who were supposed to be having a "breakup meal" next door, appeared in front of her without warning.
Both of them had wine in their hands, and their faces were flushed.
I guess I drank a lot.
And looking at her eyes, something is not quite right...
"Jiang Fuyue—" the two spoke at the same time.
Yi Ci: "I go first!"
Zhong Ziang: "Go away, no one can rob me today!"
"Why? I won't!"
"Yi Ci, don't go too far!"
"Zhong Ziang, don't be so arrogant—"
The two pushed their shoulders, squeezed over, and pushed over.
If you don't retreat, I won't let you.
It’s not a big deal for the people who eat melons to watch the excitement, they hide aside and fan the flames—
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"The farewell is not in vain."
"Master Zhong Chong Duck—"
Wan Xiutong swallowed, turned to look at Liu Sisi: "What, what should I do?"
The latter frowned, looking at Zhong Ziang and Yi Ci with a trace of hostility.
Jiang Fuyue really didn't want to watch the two chickens peck each other, pointing to Yi Ci: "You, come first."
The quarrel came to an abrupt end, and those who watched the excitement around fell silent.
Yi Ci: "?"
Jiang Fuyue frowned: "Don't you have something to say?"
"...Huh? Yes, yes."
What is he trying to say
oh! Confession!
"Jiangjiang Jiangjiang... Fuyue! Me, me, me..."
"?"
I've been talking for a long time, but I still can't tell why.
Seeing this, Zhong Ziang knocked the person away, "Count me, I'll do it!"
Immediately, all eyes fell on him, including Jiang Fuyue's.
Zhong Ziang took a deep breath: "Jiang Fuyue! Me, me, me..."
"?"
He actually started too!
Yi Ci sneered.
Zhong Ziang: "?" This is not my mouth, absolutely not!
around-
"Is this my brother Ci? Is this my Young Master Zhong?"
"The precipice is tense!"
"I don't even think about who the object of confession is? My sister Yue stood there, and her aura was 2.8 meters in an instant. Everyone had to be scared to pee."
"Sure enough, no one is good enough for my sister Yue."
"Ah! This woman should be beautiful! No one can covet her!"
"The moon god belongs to everyone, I am the moon god, hehe..."
"Should I confess my love? My hands are sore."
"..."
Jiang Fuyue cast her inquiring eyes on Zhong Ziang: "Is it finished?"
"… No!"
"?"
"Jiang Fuyue," suddenly, he gritted his teeth violently, with a look of death on his face, "I like—"
"Zhong Ziang!" Ling Xuan pushed through the crowd without knowing when, and put one hand on his shoulder.
"you… "
"Come out with me!" Ling Xuan, a well-mannered young man with strong hands, dragged Zhong Ziang and walked out.
"Eh? What are you doing? Let go—"
Ling Xuan turned his head and shouted at Yi Ci who was staring blankly: "There's you!"
The latter pursed his lips tightly and walked away obediently.
Everyone: "?" You took off your pants, so you just show me this
Jiang Fuyue looked at the direction where the three left, with a thoughtful expression.
…
The party was coming to an end, and many students were drunk.
Be good, just lie on the table and fall asleep soundly.
Some of them were a bit skinny, some hugged the table and called the class monitor, some held onto teachers like Xu Jing and Yu Wenzhou to give lectures on the spot, and even more exaggerated were those who kept standing up and sitting down, standing up and sitting down, standing up and sitting down...
Wan Xiutong covered her face: I didn't see it.
Liu Sisi looked disgusted: a bunch of drunks.
Xu Jing was angry and helpless: the students he taught had to cooperate even when kneeling.
Regardless of Jiang Fuyue being toasted with so much wine, apart from a slight blush on her cheeks, she was not even half drunk.
When I got home, I was in good spirits.
"Yueyue is back?"
Han Yunru said, sniffing: "Drinking? Are you dizzy? I'll make you some hangover soup..."
"No, I'm not drunk."
"real?"
Jiang Fuyue nodded.
Little brother Jiang muttered, "Normally drunk people would admit that they were drunk."
Jiang Fuyue glanced over.
He immediately changed his words: "But my sister is an exception."
As expected - you can cook anything, the first dog leg.
…
It is said that on the night after the college entrance examination, 80% of the students will suffer from insomnia.
But Jiang Fuyue didn't.
Not only did she not suffer from insomnia, she fell asleep until she woke up naturally.
After going out for a round of exercise and coming back, he can still wake up Jiang Xiaodi.
Gaokao candidates are on vacation, but other students are not.
So, little brother Jiang still has to continue to attend class.
In the afternoon, Zhong Ziang sent a WeChat message asking her to visit the botanical garden.
Jiang Fuyue thought for a while, and replied: [OK]
At that moment, Zhong Ziang felt incredible.
Got an appointment
Date out!
He put down his phone and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Liu Ma heard a voice coming in from outside, "Young Master, what are you doing?"
Zhong Ziang turned around, faced her, and stood up straight, "Mother Liu, what do you think of me wearing this?"
Hoodie, ripped denim, with an exaggerated skull silver chain, plus a peaked cap, it should be as trendy as possible.
Mama Liu nodded: "It looks good!"
Zhong Ziang grinned.
But the next second—
"Young master looks good in anything!"
"… "have to! It's useless to ask.
Even if he was wearing a rag, Mama Liu would praise him as a beautiful boy.
…
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching like fire.
There is a cool breeze in the botanical garden.
Jiang Fuyue waited for about ten minutes before Zhong Ziang arrived late.
A white shirt with casual trousers, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and a perfect smile on the corner of his mouth.
Instead of being domineering and flamboyant in the past, he looked like a refined and elegant young man.
"cough-"
Seeing Jiang Fuyue staring at him intently, Zhong Ziang was even more fortunate to have chosen such a suit.
"How is it? Not bad?"
Well!
"It's not the same as your usual style..."
Zhong Ziang pushed his glasses and said seriously, "People change, and I am also growing slowly."
He tried to use a calm tone to reflect the seriousness and sincerity at the moment.
Jiang Fuyue was noncommittal.
"Shall we go inside?" he suggested again.
"good."
The botanical garden covers a vast area with all kinds of plants, flowers and trees.
Finally, the two stopped at a rose garden.
Roses of various colors compete for splendor, and when they bloom, they are all in one piece. Looking around, they are colorful.
The wind blows gently, and the dark fragrance floats.
Zhong Ziang clenched his fists nervously and took a deep breath: "Jiang Fuyue, I have something to tell you!"
"Is it what you didn't finish at the party yesterday?"
The boy paused, then nodded: "Yeah."
"Okay, tell me."
"I... like you! We were all students in the past, and puppy love was not allowed, but now that the college entrance examination is over, can you promise to be my girlfriend?"
Before Jiang Fuyue could answer, he continued to speak—
"I will treat you very well, and I will listen to you in everything. If you let me go east, I will never go west. If you let me go forward, I will never go backward!"
"Respect you, love you, care about you, and be considerate of you. I can do what my boyfriend can do, and I can do what I can't do."
After finishing speaking, he swallowed nervously, staring straight at Jiang Fuyue: "Are you willing?"
At a certain moment, Jiang Fuyue clearly saw the sincerity and sincerity in the young man's eyes.
Like crystal clear gems, it reflects clean and pure light.
But in the end, she slowly shook her head—
"Feel sorry."
Zhong Ziang had imagined countless times how he would feel after being rejected, and it must have been bitter and astringent.
Facts have proved that there is no most bitter, only more bitter.
His mouth seemed to lose his sense of taste, and all the colors in his sight faded away in an instant.
The boy opened his mouth, wanting to ask why, but found that he couldn't speak at all.
Jiang Fuyue: "There are many kinds of relationships between people. If you can't be a lover, maybe it's because it's more appropriate to be friends."
"... Aren't lovers closer than friends?"
"Closed relatives and distant couples, even those who are married may not be absolutely close, let alone just falling in love?"
Zhong Ziang: "Isn't that friend farther away?"
"There is a saying that distance creates beauty."
Many times, far is not necessarily a bad thing.
The boy pursed his mouth: "But I still want to fall in love with you, what should I do?"
Jiang Fuyue smiled slightly, her eyes were gentle, but her words were straightforward: "But I don't want to."
Zhong Ziang was about to cry.
But she said: "If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it. Just like the suit you are wearing today, if it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit, even though it looks gentle and expensive."
"I think we are friends and there should be no deception between friends."
"Of course, I can also agree first and give you hope; then I go back on my word and take it back hastily. Are you willing to do this?"
The boy shook his head.
Rather than Jiang Fuyue lying to him, Zhong Ziang hopes that she can make a sincere choice, although the final result is not what he wants.
"Is there really no chance?" He still didn't give up, his eyes were slightly red.
He really likes Jiang Fuyue and wants to hold her in the palm of his hand.
The girl smiled.
Zhong Ziang knew that he was completely useless.
"...Okay." He sniffed, probably because the pollen was too strong and he was a little allergic.
Anyway, definitely not because I want to cry!
"I have two more questions."
Jiang Fuyue: "You ask."
Zhong Ziang: "What kind of person can be your boyfriend?"
"… have no idea."
The corner of the teenager's mouth tightened: "Okay. The second question, will you agree to Yi Ci's confession?"
Jiang Fuyue did not hesitate: "No."
"Why?"
"This is the third question. But I can answer you, because there is no kind of liking that can be a lover."
Straightforward as always.
Zhong Ziang was inexplicably comforted.
It wasn't me, and it wasn't that guy Yi Ci, he didn't lose!
On the way back, before parting, Zhong Ziang suddenly said, "Then are we still friends?"
"certainly."
The teenager grinned.
Jiang Fuyue said goodbye to him.
Zhong Ziang looked at the back of the girl leaving, as if he saw the time in his third year of high school that he could never go back to, and the years of secret love that he used to be sad and happy at the same time.
Perhaps, youth is used to miss.
Huh…
So gross!
He shook the goosebumps off his body.
…
In the villa.
Liu Ma looked at Zhong Ziang who entered the door in a hurry: "The young master is back?"
"Mother Liu! Where is my allergy medicine? It's so itchy!"
"In the drawer! I'll get—"
Mama Liu quickly took out the pills, mixed a glass of warm water and handed it over, "Drink slowly..."
Zhong Ziang scratched his face, red everywhere he went.
"What's the matter? Here, there are no flowers at home? Why are you allergic?" Mama Liu looked distressed.
"Mother Liu, I'm miserable today, my whole body hurts, woo woo..."
"Oh my little master, how old are you still acting like a baby?"
"It just hurts! So, tonight, I want to eat Coke chicken wings, braised pork ribs, and tuna sushi!"
"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you! Why are your eyes still red?"
Zhong Ziang sniffled: "Scratch!"
"Okay, then I will prepare it now, and it will be eaten soon."
"Uh-huh!"
Liu Ma smiled and entered the kitchen, Zhong Ziang looked left and right at the reflective glass of the wine cabinet, then blinked, "Is it red?"
Obviously not red at all!
He sniffed again, what's so sour
Isn't it just a lovelorn!
…
Jiang Fuyue just rejected Zhong Ziang, and the next day Yici sent her another WeChat message—
[Is basketball coming? one on one.]
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, a dark light flashed quickly in her eyes: [When?]
[Afternoon.]
[Place?]
[The school playground is too sunny, go to the gym?]
[good.]
In the afternoon, Jiang Fuyue went out directly in the jersey, paired with a pair of sports shorts, revealing her long, white and slender legs.
When he came down from upstairs, not only Jiang Xiaodi was dumbfounded, but Han Yunru's eyes flashed with amazement.
"Sister is so handsome!"
"Yueyue is going to be a cheerleader?"
"No," Jiang Fuyue shook her head, "Go play."
Han Yunru was slightly surprised: When will my daughter play basketball
Brother Jiang was not surprised: "Sister can do everything!"
…
stadium.
Yi Cizheng was dribbling for a layup, when he bounced to the ground Xu Shi noticed Jiang Fuyue's arrival and turned his head to look back.
The sunny boy glanced back, sweat slipped from his forehead and dripped down his chin to the ground.
At the same time, the ball that went into the basket free-falls, returns to the ground, and bounces.
As long as there is a shot here, it is enough to freeze into eternity.
"You're here—" He took the ball and threw it at the girl.
"En." Jiang Fuyue took it easily.
"I heard that you and Zhong Ziang didn't know each other because of basketball?"
"You can say that."
"Then you will play with me today too?"
Jiang Fuyue smiled, her eyebrows raised, "Okay!"
In the empty basketball court, the boys opened their arms and defended cautiously, while the girls dribbled and attacked, waiting for an opportunity to break through.
For a while, the two were at loggerheads.
"He played very well," Yi Ci said.
"You're not bad either." Jiang Fuyue replied.
"If I keep this ball, will you agree to be my girlfriend?"
"Is this a confession?"
Yi Ci nodded, but his eyes were always alert: "Of course."
"Unfortunately, you can't keep—"
As soon as the words were finished, the girl turned around and walked away, but she just made a feint, taking advantage of the gap of Yi Ci's movement, she rushed out of the encirclement by surprise.
She doesn't even need to run too far, just raise her arm at a fixed point, and then throw it lightly, it's a perfect hollow three-pointer.
Yi Ci looked at the flying ball and rolled his eyes with a wry smile.
Naturally, she understood her refusal.
Jiang Fuyue: "I won."
Yi Ci: "Very powerful."
During the intermission, the two stood by the stands to drink water.
The moment the girl raised her head, her white neck elongated, revealing the most vulnerable part of her throat.
The delicate skin texture, covered with beads of sweat, has an indescribable beauty of strength.
Yi Ci's eyes flickered slightly, and he was suddenly very unwilling: "If you don't keep me, you can be my girlfriend, as long as you want."
Jiang Fuyue paused when she drank water, and suddenly felt a little funny when he saw that he was so nervous that he squeezed the mineral water bottle until it deformed.
Of course, she really laughed: "You already know the answer, why do you have to ask it again?"
"Cough! I thought if the answer was wrong..."
Jiang Fuyue: "It's nothing in case."
So, the answer can't be wrong.
Yi Ci understood, maybe he had already been mentally prepared, so the expression on his face at this moment was not too sad, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Sure enough..." he sighed softly.
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
Yi Ci: "If you reject Zhong Ziang, you will also reject me."
She didn't answer.
I don't know how to answer the phone.
In the end, Yi Ci adjusted himself and smiled at her: "One more game?"
"OK."
In the end, the two were sweating profusely, leaning on their knees, panting heavily.
Not far away was a basketball that landed on the ground. It bounced twice, rolled away for a distance, and then stopped.
Yi Ci: "I won this round."
Jiang Fuyue: "Congratulations."
"But you still won't agree, will you?"
"Well." She didn't give him an ambiguous answer because she couldn't bear it or was soft-hearted.
Yi Ci laughed: "Anyway, you didn't promise Zhong Ziang."
His brows and eyes are a little smug.
Jiang Fuyue: "I heard you bet against me?"
Yi Ci: "!"
How does she know? !
Jiang Fuyue smiled and pursed her lips: "So what do we do now? Whoever loses wins?"
Is it a matter of winning or losing? !
No wonder she won't accept anyone—
"Is this the reason?" Yi Ci asked.
"a part of it."
It turned out that from the moment the bet was made, he and Zhong Ziang had already lost their qualifications to enter the arena.
Yi Ci smiled wryly.
Jiang Fuyue: "When you meet a girl you like in the future, don't make such low-level mistakes again. Whether it's true or just a joke, don't play with feelings."
…
After playing golf all afternoon, the first thing Jiang Fuyue did when she got home was to take a shower.
When he came out of the shower, Brother Jiang had virtuously cut up the watermelon and prepared a small silver fork.
Very thoughtful!
"Sister, here—" holding up the plate, Jiang Fuyue will always pick the first one.
Even Han Yunru and Jiang Da didn't get this kind of treatment.
Jiang Fuyue took a piece casually, put it in her mouth, and rubbed his head again: "Thank you!"
Brother Jiang has grown a lot taller, and is now a handsome young man, but he still can't change his habit of blushing.
She blushed, then lowered her head, her beauty was softer than the spring breeze in March.
Jiang Fuyue's hands were itchy for a moment, and she couldn't help pinching her: "Why are you more shy than a little girl?"
"sister!"
"Isn't it?"
"You're so bad!" After saying that, she clattered upstairs with the watermelon plate in her arms.
Jiang Fuyue smacked her lips: "I've never seen this annoyed by pinching my face before..."
It seems that the little boy has grown up and started to have a temper. He is no longer the soft little bun that he used to be, and he won't get angry no matter how he squeezes it.
fine.
Maybe it was because of too much exercise in the afternoon, Jiang Fuyue slept very soundly this night.
When she woke up the next day, Little Brother Jiang had already gone to school, and left breakfast for her in the kitchen.
Well, the grown-up boy is still cute and cute!
After breakfast, Jiang Fuyue received a WeChat message from Ling Xuan—
[have time?]
So, this is... the third one after Zhong Ziang and Yi Ci
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: [Is there something wrong?]
[Director Zhao asked us to come to the school to evaluate the answers. I'm in the grade office now.]
Sounds like the right thing to do, but...
Jiang Fuyue: [I don't estimate, it's not necessary.]
Ling Xuan did not reply to the message.
In the afternoon, he sent another message—
[Incorrect answer, I want to ask you out.]
So it's really the third one