After punching out, Song Yan didn't feel right.
It's soft and warm, a little different from the cold and hard touch of ghosts in imagination.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and then heard a sad sentence from the ground, "Brother Yan, you are so cruel", and then looked down to see the fat ball hugging him wrongedly on the ground, and then suddenly remembered that Xia Zhiye had gone out to participate in the training camp Yes, the one who sleeps on his upper bunk now is Xiaopang.
etc.
chubby? !
Song Yan let out a "fuck", quickly turned over and got out of bed, helped Xiaopang up, and said in a low voice, "Are you all right?"
It is not hard to hear deep worry and guilt in the tone.
Xiaopang is fine, after all, people who are sleepy don't have much strength, and his stomach has enough cushioning force, so the pain is not very painful, but it feels very insulting.
Supporting Song Yan's arm, he got up slowly, sat on his bed, and waved his hands: "It's no big problem, it's just that you made me a little confused all of a sudden."
Song Yan rubbed the tip of his nose guiltily: "Then what, I forgot you were here, I didn't realize it all at once... sorry."
"It's okay, I guessed it." Xiaopang sat on the edge of the bed with a relieved expression on his face, "When you kept calling Brother Ye's name there, I knew I was just a victim of your love."
"Who is in love with him?"
Song Yan directly refuted.
Xiaopang thought he didn't dare to admit it, so he patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, Brother Yan, I know you are in a special situation and don't want to admit it, but you can be yourself in front of me with confidence, I understand everything, understand everything .”
Song Yan: "?"
"So you and Brother Ye must be happy, otherwise I'm sorry for sacrificing so much for you."
Song Yan: "??"
"No, what do you understand?" Song Yan held back his temper and emphasized, "Xia Zhiye and I are now the most normal roommates and tablemates."
"You and Brother Ye are the most normal roommates and tablemates? Haha." Xiaopang thought he had just heard a joke.
Song Yan frowned, "Otherwise?"
The expression was so serious that it didn't look like a joke or a cover-up, Xiaopang felt something wrong for a moment: "Wait, Brother Yan, are you serious when you say this?"
"nonsense."
Song Yan expressed his attitude concisely and clearly.
Fatty: "...?"
Song Yan actually thinks so seriously? !
Is this thing scientific? !
"No, brother Yan, just the two of you, can you say that you have a normal roommate and tablemate relationship?" Xiaopang felt that his outlook on life had been impacted, "I won't say how Brother Ye treats you, you should There are also counts. But how do you treat Brother Ye, you don't know in your heart?"
Song Yan really didn't seem to be very clear: "What did I do to him?"
Isn't it quite normal to help the poor and then add the occasional rapid heartbeat
Seeing Song Yan, who is usually smarter than anyone else, now with an elm-headed face, Xiao Pang smiled wildly for Xia Zhi: "What do you think you did to him? Every time a girl gives him something, Your face just collapsed, didn't you take a mirror to look at yourself?"
Song Yan: "..."
"Brother Ye used to run a marathon, but this time he ran 3,000 meters and 1,000 meters. You were so nervous that you almost brought him over from the nutrition department of the hospital. Don't you think you are a little too concerned?"
Song Yan: "..."
"And you're the only one who falls asleep and is thirsty, and all you think about is Brother Ye's name. Our normal roommates and tablemates are not like this."
Little Fatty relied on Song Yangang for punching him and was feeling guilty, pointing his orchids up, shaking his head and shaking his head, with a strange look of yin and yang, with a treacherous minister's attitude of the chief executive admonishing and slandering.
But Song Yan was rendered speechless by what he said. After a brief silence, he explained palely: "It's just getting used to it."
"Oh..." Xiaopang raised his orchid finger and tapped it lightly, "Then we have known Lord Xia for so long, why haven't we developed this habit?"
The yin and yang are extremely strange, in normal times, Xiaopang may have been reincarnated a hundred times.
But because of a guilty conscience, Song Yan just stood there and didn't speak.
The black soft fur drooped between the eyebrows and eyes, the eyelids were lowered, and the lips were slightly pursed, looking a little dazed.
Xiaopang, who was originally eccentric, looked back at him and paused.
Wait, Song Yan doesn't look like he doesn't understand, but it seems that he really doesn't understand? !
no...
However, thinking of Song Yan's usually cold state of lack of emotion, Xiao Pang felt that it was not impossible.
After all, it is normal for the Flower of Gaoling not to understand their mortal emotions.
So it was a little yin and yang for a moment.
I just watched Song Yan standing there for a long time like a primary school student who made a mistake, then silently put down his orchid finger, and resumed his serious tone: "Anyway, if you are used to it, you will know if you try it. If you are just used to it, at the very beginning A little uncomfortable, if it is getting more and more uncomfortable, then it is not a habit. But... "
"But what?"
Song Yan asked.
Xiaopang sighed, and said seriously: "But don't just delay because Brother Ye will treat you well no matter what, he really likes you and will always accommodate you, but to be honest, Brother Yan, likes you It’s not easy for a person with this personality.”
It's not that Song hates people bad.
It's just that Song Yan's character needs courage just to approach, not to mention in-depth understanding and bold liking.
After all, we are all just ordinary people of the same age, and no one has the obligation to face your cold face to understand how kind and soft your nature is, and then tolerate your bad temper.
People's emotions need feedback, and if they don't get a response, they will always feel tired after a long time.
Although many people may not give up because they are tired, it is really unfair to the party who actively likes to procrastinate like this.
Fatty got acquainted with Song Yan only because of Xia Zhiye, and he also knew that Song Yan only looked indifferent and withdrawn on the surface, but he was not an unreasonable person. Dare to take advantage of the special situation and boldly say so much.
And Song Yan did not really get angry or hit anyone as he thought, but just stood there, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a muffled voice: "Yes, I got it, thank you."
Hearing this sentence, Xiaopang, who was worried about other people's love, stood up in satisfaction: "It's fine if you know, then I will go up and continue to sleep."
"Ok."
Soon there was the deafening and ups and downs snoring from Xiaopang on the upper bunk, and Song Yan also forgot that he was thirsty, and just lay on his side on the bed, looking at the little iron tree on the opposite table quietly under the moonlight. stay.
He didn't feel it before, but after Xiaopang said this, he realized that he was really selfish.
I don't trust emotions, I don't trust the establishment of relationships, I don't even trust that Xia Zhiye really likes me, and then I like it but I don't want to admit it, I am obviously reluctant and unwilling to admit it, I am obviously worried but I am still unwilling to admit it.
But he didn't think that if Xia Zhiye really liked him, how he would feel if he dragged Xia Zhiye like this, and whether Xia Zhiye would be disappointed and sad when he said those sarcastic remarks.
What if Xia Zhiye is really lost and sad.
Thinking of this, Song Yan lost all sleepiness, took out his mobile phone, clicked on Xia Zhiye's WeChat, and was just about to send a message of concern, when he saw the message from Xia Zhiye two hours ago:
[Wild]: It's time for the training camp, and the mobile phone needs to be handed in, so don't worry if you can't contact me, sleep well, and wait for me to come back.
[Wild]: Although you say you won't miss me, I will still miss you
[Wild]: Good night, my future boyfriend
Even though you said you wouldn't miss me, I still miss you.
Song Yan's fingertips lightly rubbed the side of this line twice, a kind of warmth and soreness slowly passed through the nerves in the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose.
No wonder Song Minghai named himself Yan, it seems that he is really not worthy of being liked by others.
He is really a child with a bad temper and a bad temper, and only people like Xia Zhiye who have weird aesthetics will like him inexplicably.
But Xia Zhiye is so good, what if he finds out that he is actually a child who is not worthy of being liked.
Song Yan turned off the phone, retracted into the quilt, and closed his eyes.
He thought it over, and when Xia Zhiye came back, he must give him an answer.
On the second day after Xia Zhiye left, it began to rain grayly in Nanwu, and the temperature dropped for many consecutive days, and it was considered winter in Nanwu.
The winter in the south is different from that in the north. There is not such a howling and frighteningly cold wind, and there is no extremely low temperature that suddenly drops below zero, but it is extremely humid and cold. Inevitable.
Song Yan also changed into a thick and warm sweater and down jacket.
Since Xiaopang said those words to him, he began to try to get rid of some bad habits developed by Xia Zhiye.
For example, every morning, instead of throwing a temper tantrum and waiting for Xia Zhiye to get out of bed half-coaxed and half-huddled, but to get up the first time the alarm clock rings.
For example, instead of just sitting there waiting for water to drink in the morning and between classes every night, I make a memo to remind myself to connect the hot water and put away the thermos in advance.
For example, I will eat on time with Xiaopang and the others every day, silently pick out those I don’t like, and go to and after school together, so I am no longer so withdrawn and out of gregarious.
At the beginning, I was often not used to it, and always wanted to call Xia Zhiye, but halfway through the call, I realized that he was not there, and then turned around in frustration.
Without Xia Zhiye's easy handling of everything, he was very uncomfortable with many daily chores. He was so irritable that he wanted to drag Xia Zhiye back from the training ground, but every time he opened WeChat, he saw Xia Zhiye's sentence " I'll still miss you" and calmed down again.
So over time, I gradually got used to it.
Song Yan discovered that the habits in life were not as hard to change as he had imagined. Just like Xiaopang said, it was just a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but it will be fine later.
However, not all habits are as easy to change as the habits in life, and even become more and more unsuitable and stronger as time goes by, more and more like an incurable disease.
For example, I always turn on my phone unconsciously every day, click on the calendar, and see how many days are left until December 21st.
When there was one day left before December 21st, Song Yan followed Ruan Tian to the real estate.
The English Speech Contest "Young Talent Cup" is sponsored by several colleges and universities in Beijing, and some key schools in various provinces across the country are invited to participate, and exchanges are held between cities in turn. This year it happens to be Nanwu.
In terms of various software and hardware, the best school in Nanwu is the real school, so the venue naturally falls on the real school.
On the afternoon of December 20th, the pre-prepared manuscripts will be used to participate in the qualifiers, and then the on-site proposition will be made. On the 21st, exchange and study, one day of manuscript preparation, and the finals will be held on the 22nd.
Ruan Tian, as the instructor of the No. 3 Middle School, also has to accompany him throughout the process.
So Ruan Tian called him early on Sunday morning on the 20th: "Song Yan, have you woken up yet?"
Song Yan didn't know who would answer Ruan Tian's call if he didn't get up, but he still replied, "Get up."
"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, Xia Zhiye told me before that you have trouble getting up, you can't hear the alarm clock and you lose your temper, so I must kill you and call you on the day of the game. I didn't expect you Be self-conscious." Ruan Tian praised flatteringly.
Song Yan's knuckles holding the phone turned blue in an instant.
Grass, Xia Zhiye is such an idiot, isn't it an honor for him to be angry about getting up? ! Is it necessary to talk to everyone? ! Is he shameless? !
Song Yan looked down at the glass counter in front of him, gritted his teeth hard, thinking about waiting for Xia Zhiye to come back before settling accounts.
And Ruan Tian on the other end of the phone had already finished nagging a lot of things, and finally asked: "Oh, by the way, do you have formal clothes? If you don't have formal clothes, I will bring you my boyfriend's."
"No, I have."
The finals of the Youth Cup require students to wear formal clothes, but Song Yan didn't bring them when he came to Nanwu from Beijing this time, so he got up early in the morning and went to the shopping mall to buy his own formal clothes.
Ruan Tian also felt relieved: "Okay, then I will drive to the dormitory to pick you up with another girl at twelve noon, and we will go to the field together."
"Ok."
Song Yan hung up the phone, then pointed to a watch on the counter, "Can you show me this, please?"
"Okay, sir."
Brown with a blue plate, engraved with the pattern of the little prince on the back.
It is a special edition of the Little Prince of the IWC pilot series.
When seeing this watch for the first time, Song Yan somehow thought of Xia Zhiye.
Maybe it's because he, like the little prince, has a very smelly, delicate and artificial rose.
And this watch is Song Yan's answer to Xia Zhiye.
It happened that 12.24 was Xia Zhiye's birthday, and everything was just right.
It's just that this watch is only more than 40,000 yuan. If you only give this watch, will it appear that you don't pay enough attention to it? Will Xia Zhiye like it
Song Yan was lowering his head to consider whether this watch was worthy of Xia Zhiye, when he suddenly heard someone calling from behind him: "Song Yan, why are you here?"
When looking back following the voice, the nervous expectation and entanglement in Song Yan's eyes instantly disappeared. Compared with the usual indifference and indifference, there was also a kind of disgusting prey. A very uncomfortable feeling of oppression.
But after only taking one look, Song Yan coldly withdrew his gaze, and said to the teller, "Please help me wrap this up."
Then he took the bag, turned around and left without looking back and without saying a word.
Arrogant, indifferent and unreasonable.
Someone behind him who didn't know him couldn't help but asked: "Shang Wei, who is this, why are you so pushy and not even polite?"
Next to him was a tall boy wearing a white down jacket, with warm and delicate eyebrows, but there was a shallow scar above the right brow bone. Hearing this, he smiled kindly and said, "Don't say that, he is a former classmate of mine. I dropped out of school, and now I'm transferring to Nanwu, I didn't expect to meet by chance."
"Ah, was dropped out of school? Then this person's character must be very problematic." The peers echoed exaggeratedly.
Another student who came to Nanwu Competition Huiying Middle School snorted: "It's not only bad, it's extremely bad. No one in our class likes him, but the scar on Shang Wei's forehead is caused by him, because …”
"Okay." Shang Wei interrupted softly, "Stop talking, it's all over."
The man curled his lips: "Shang Wei, you are a very nice person, but that's right, just like Song Yan, who lives up to his name, no one likes him wherever he goes, and he doesn't bother to care about him."
The words behind him never lowered their volume, so they fell into Song Yan's ears word for word.
And Song Yan just put on the earphones with a cold face.
He is indeed not a likable person, but it is not the turn of these idiots to point fingers.
In the past, he didn't care, so he gave up on himself indifferently, but now he has someone who cares, so he wants that person to know that he is not that bad, at least he deserves that little liking.