The two were neighbors, and the rain was so heavy, so Song Yumeng naturally let Yi Ran go back together in her car.
In the warm car, Song Yumeng saw that Yi Ran was not lightly wet, she touched her soaked clothes and asked anxiously, "You are all wet from the rain, is it cold or not, do you catch a cold? ?"
She hurriedly said to Uncle Wang, who was driving, "Uncle Wang, turn up the heating."
Uncle Wang didn't dare to neglect, and immediately turned on the heater as he did.
Yi Ran saw that she was worried about herself, and suddenly felt that the rain was worth it!
"Don't worry, I'm not cold. I'm in good health and won't catch a cold." She comforted.
"You better not! If I didn't see you at school on Monday morning, or I'd, just-"
"Just what?" Yi Ran asked with a smile.
"Otherwise, Miss Ben will ignore you again!" Song Yumeng warned in a coquettish tone.
"Don't worry, I won't give you this chance." A strong smile accumulated in Yi Ran's eyes.
"Hmph, that's the best!"
Uncle Wang, a middle-aged man in his forties, had a feeling of eating dog food after hearing the conversation between the two, and he couldn't help feeling that the relationship between the two was really good.
When the bike arrived, the rain had stopped, and the sky washed by the rain was exceptionally blue and pure.
When Yi Ran got out of the car, Song Yumeng grabbed her wet coat and said shyly, "Give me the coat, I'll wash it and return it to you."
Yi Ran agreed immediately: "Okay, then I need to wash less clothes."
"Today... thank you." Even though she said thank you many times, she would still feel embarrassed.
"See you on Monday, you're not allowed to be late!"
Yi Ran agreed with a smile, with a doting tone: "Okay, see you on Monday, I won't be late."
After Song Yumeng got home, the first thing was to take a shower and change into clean clothes, and the second thing was to do laundry.
To wash her own clothes is to throw them directly into the washing machine, while washing Yiran's coat is purely hand-washed. Soaking her hair, rubbing laundry detergent, rubbing her hands, step by step, she has never washed clothes so seriously.
Seeing that the clothes she washed by hand were unfamiliar, Song Ma asked, "My dear daughter, is this dress yours? Why don't I remember that you have this dress?"
"Mom, this is Yi Ran's clothes. It was raining today without an umbrella and she brought me back with her coat on." Song Yumeng had a sweet smile on her face when she said this, as long as she thought back to that scene She was so happy.
"Oh, it was Xiaoyi who brought you back. That child is so kind and treats you well." Song Ma's impression of Yi Ran was even better.
Song Yumeng couldn't help but snickered in her heart, of course Yi Nerve treated her well!
"But Xiaoyu, if people are nice to you, you have to be nice to them, you know?"
"I know Mom, that's why I helped her wash her clothes." She said, "Okay Mom, go out now, I haven't finished washing the easy-to-nerf clothes!"
After Song Ma left, she continued to scrub and wash her hands again and again, and then she was willing to stop after washing over and over again. She looked at the coat in her hand with satisfaction, and couldn't help but smell it.
It smells the same as her clothes! Song Yumeng was happy and a little shy in her heart, rounding up, isn't it because Yi Nerve has her taste in her body
…
After returning to school on the weekend afternoon, Song Yumeng returned the washed coat to Yi Ran.
"Give."
Yi Ran took the coat, sniffed it, smiled and joked: "How much washing powder did you use? My clothes are full of your smell."
Song Yumeng blushed at once, and said in a sullen voice, "Why! You're not happy for this lady to wash for you, are you? If you're not satisfied, go back and wash yourself again!"
Yi Ran saw that she was really holding her breath, and she thought it was very cute.
"You misunderstood, I mean, you smell very good, and I quite like the smell of you on my clothes." Yi Ran's tone was frivolous and ambiguous, and Song Yumeng's picture was reflected in her clear and bright eyes. Ruddy face.
The air instantly turned pink and seductive, isolating the two from the rest of the classroom and forming a single picture.
Liu Luoyang, who came to return the umbrella, saw the two staring at each other silently, and felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and broke the atmosphere with his own hands.
"Thank you for your umbrella that day." He handed the umbrella to Song Yumeng with a charming smile.
But Song Yumeng felt that his smile was particularly dazzling at the moment, or that his whole person was very abrupt, and he should not be in this picture.
"No thanks, I'll give you this umbrella." Her tone was flat, and the polite smile on her face was so alienated. She doesn't want this umbrella at all.
After Liu Luoyang was stunned for a few seconds, he took the umbrella and left in annoyance.
Yi Ran, who was watching the whole process silently, laughed and joked, "Why are you giving him the umbrella, what a waste."
"Hmph, I don't care if this lady has money!"
"So rich? Then can you support me?"
"Dream you! It's more obedient than you to have a dog, right?"
In the distance, Liu Luoyang looked at the two of them thoughtfully, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.
But this kind of crisis is only a moment, he didn't believe that Song Yumeng, who liked him to the death, would suddenly not like it.
The corner of Liu Luoyang's mouth twitched into a smile: It seems that she has to give her some motivation.
…
After a certain get out of class, Liu Luoyang leaned into Song Yumeng's ear and said in a gentle and magnetic voice, "Can you bring me breakfast tomorrow morning?"
Song Yumeng was just about to catch up on her sleep, but Liu Luoyang was so awake that she was so drowsy when she whispered in her ear. Half was frightened, and half felt a little bizarre.
She stared blankly at Liu Luoyang. Liu Luoyang thought she didn't agree, so she put her hands together and said in a coquettish tone, "Please, please, I think the bread you brought is really delicious!"
"Uh... That's fine." Song Yumeng was a little reluctant, but she agreed softly.
Yi Ran was immersed in the math homework, but the conversation between the two did not miss a word. When she heard Song Yumeng agree, her brows suddenly knitted, and a fire filled her heart.
On the other hand, Liu Luoyang showed his signature smile, "Thank you Song Yumeng."
"It's okay." Song Yumeng laughed uncomfortably, but panicked for no reason.
At that time, the agreement with Yi Nei was not to bring breakfast, so if she gave it to Liu Luoyang at night, it shouldn't be a violation of their agreement, right? ?
Well, she admits she's on the horns.
Song Yumeng turned her upper body and pretended to be rummaging through her schoolbag, but she was secretly observing what Yi Ran was doing.
She saw that Yi Ran was working hard on a math problem, and she felt more relieved now. Although her expression was not very good-looking, she could understand that Yi Ran was troubled by a math problem.
But at this moment, Liu Luoyang said again: "By the way, tomorrow afternoon I have a basketball game with the next class, will you come to see it?"
"Uh... Let's see when the time comes." Song Yumeng had some inexplicable thoughts in her heart, she thought she had rejected it very tactfully.
"Don't look at it again, will you come?" His eyes flickered, making it hard to refuse.
"That's fine." Song Yumeng was still embarrassed to refuse.
If Liu Luoyang invited her to watch the game in the past, she would definitely be happy and crazy, but now she doesn't feel much, and even resists. And her first reaction was that Yi Nian would be angry if she knew.
Song Yumeng turned around calmly and wanted to observe Yi Ran's reaction, but Yi Ran had already fallen asleep on the table, wearing a hat and resting her arms, and was the only person in the class who took a nap so early.
Song Yumeng always felt that she knew something, and she felt a little flustered for no reason, and already regretted agreeing to Liu Luoyang.
All day, Yi Ran had a straight face. This face no longer had the usual smile and sunshine, and it was covered with dark clouds. At a glance, she could see that she was in a bad mood.
When the school bell rang in the evening, the other students in the classroom were still packing their things, but Yi Ran walked out of the door with her schoolbag in her hand. She moved very quickly. She was the first day student in the whole class and even the whole school to leave the school.
Now Song Yumeng was more certain that she heard their conversation, and her panic and regret deepened.
After returning home, Mother Song saw that her daughter didn't seem to be in a good mood, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter, daughter, aren't you happy? Have you been bullied at school?"
"Did that kid treat you badly again?" Dad Song's face suddenly sank.
That kid naturally refers to Liu Luoyang, and Dad Song's prejudice against him is not that big.
"Dad, Mom, it has nothing to do with him, I'm fine." Song Yumeng was a little absent-minded, "I'll go back to my room first."
She disappeared into the room on the second floor, her back a little lonely.
Room.
After Song Yumeng struggled with her phone for a while, she still opened the chat interface with Yi Ran.
[What happened to you today? Why do you keep a straight face all day? Who messed with you?]
After sending the message, Song Yumeng held her phone and waited for her reply, flustered.
About ten minutes later, Yi Ran replied to her message.
[Not angry, you think too much.]
Just a few words have already revealed her emotions very clearly. Song Yumeng clearly knew that she was just angry with herself, but she didn't know what to reply, so she finally sent an "oh" in the past.
When Yi Ran saw the word "Oh", she became even more irritated, even a little aggrieved and lost.
[Stop talking, go to sleep.]
Song Yumeng stared at the screen in a daze with her mobile phone in her arms. She was also very aggrieved, her eyes were sore, and she almost typed out the word "good night" with tears in her eyes.
She was expecting to receive Yi Ran's good night as well, but after waiting for half an hour with her phone in her hand, she didn't receive this joke message.
I don't know which string was touched, and she burst into tears all of a sudden, crystal clear tears fell on the screen of the mobile phone along her face, her small nose moved with the sobbing movement, she was full of grievances but did not dare to cry too loudly to disturb her. out parents.
She wiped the tears from her face carelessly with the back of her hand. Last time she cried with Yi Ran comforting and wiping away her tears, but this time she irritated Yi Ran and Yi Ran ignored her.
Song Yumeng wiped more and more tears, and the more she cried, the more aggrieved.
But what she didn't know was that Yi Ran didn't actually fall asleep, and it was intentional to ignore her. Her body and mind were also tormented and uncomfortable.
The next day, the relationship between the two was like a stranger. An invisible barrier stood between them. No one said a word to each other, but they secretly paid attention to each other all the time.
After the early self-study, it is still hand in homework.
"Homework." Yi Ran stood in front of Song Yumeng's desk, her tone was too cold and alienated.
Song Yumeng felt sour in her heart, sniffed her nose and whispered, "I didn't do it." She didn't dare to look directly at her indifferent expression.
Yi Ran didn't say anything, didn't show any expression, and wrote her name on the note.
Song Yumeng was a little compromised: "Can you not remember my name?"
Yi Ran remained silent, ignored her, and crossed out her name on the note.
But in this way, Song Yumeng was even more aggrieved and wanted to cry. It doesn't matter whether Yi Ran remembers her name or not, because that's not what she cares about at all, what she cares about is Yi Ran's attitude towards herself.
Song Yumeng couldn't bear this monstrous grievance any longer, she bit her lower lip and raised her head to look at Yi Ran, her eyes filled with determination.
She knew why Yi Ran was angry, and she made a decision.
Taking advantage of Liu Luoyang's absence, she took the initiative to take Yi Ran's hand and walked to the empty classroom next door, holding the bread in her pocket with the other hand.
Yi Ran seemed to have guessed what she was going to do, but she asked knowingly, "Why did you bring me here?" The tone was much gentler than before.
Song Yumeng shoved the bread into Yi Ran's arms, and said aggrieved: "I gave you the bread, can you stop being angry with me?" After speaking, she lowered her head, really like the kind of person who clearly knows that she is still mad at me. Feeling sullen, but still have to be patient to coax the other party's happy girlfriend.
Yi Ran suddenly laughed like rain over the sky, lightly stroked her head, and coaxed, "Don't be wronged anymore, I won't be angry with you, okay?" There was tenderness in her eyes, full of affection. Diffuse.
"I'm not wronged!" Song Yumeng couldn't help but pushed her slightly and argued in a low voice.
"Look at you, and you are stubborn."
Song Yumeng lowered her head and did not speak, her little face was blushing.
Yi Ran weighed the bread in his hands and said, "If I remember correctly, you want to give this bread to Liu Luoyang, so what should he do if you give me the bread?"
Song Yumeng lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know, just say forget it."
"What about the afternoon basketball game?"
"Just don't look at it..."
This time, the gloom in Yi Ran's heart dissipated completely, and a sunny smile appeared on his face again.
"That's right." She couldn't help rubbing her head, tore open the bag of bread, biting half in her mouth and giving her half, "Come on, let's eat it for you."
"No, I don't want to eat."
Yi Ran said casually, "It doesn't matter if you don't want it, then I can only share it with my tablemate."
"You dare!!!" Song Yumeng glared at her, and immediately grabbed the half of the bread from her hand and swallowed it, the sides of her cheeks bulging.
Yi Ran thought that Song Yumeng was cute like a squirrel eating, what should I do
The author has something to say: Our eldest lady doesn't like scumbags anymore