On a Friday in early May, the weather was sunny and warm.
Under the clear blue cloudless sky, Yi Ran was riding a bicycle at a constant speed on the road home. It happened that Song Yumeng was also walking home on this road, and she met her on a straight road.
Can this touch her? Yi Ran couldn't help but curled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and the expression on her face became softer.
"Drip!"
She honked the horn twice at Song Yumeng who was in front of her, and when she turned around and stopped, she also stopped the car beside her.
"Beauty, do you want to hitch a ride?"
Yi Ran blew a whistle, with a smirk on her face, leaned forward and hugged the front of the car with her hands drooping naturally.
She put one foot on the car and the other stretched out to support the ground, tilted her head to look at Song Yumeng, this posture seemed to her casual and ruffian.
Song Yumeng was walking along the road, and when she heard a horn behind her, the first thought that popped into her mind was Yi Ran. She stopped in anticipation and turned around.
Her intuition turned out to be right, Yi Ran was really ecstatic.
Song Yumeng met her gaze, and replied jokingly: "Master Yi, is your hitchhiker safe? I'm afraid it's not a black car that specializes in kidnapping people, right?"
Yi Ran smiled lightly, got out of the car, walked in front of her, stared into her eyes and said seriously, "It's not a black car, it's a special car, didn't you say that no one can sit in my passenger seat except you?"
"Take it and take you home." She said this while carefully putting her helmet on.
With only these few words, Song Yumeng took a breath, and her heartbeat began to accelerate violently, hitting her heart with force one after another, and a pink peach blossom bloomed on her face.
She nodded and lowered her eyes, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, she thought that Yi Ran would never know she would be so nervous.
After she sat in the passenger seat, the first thing she did was to hug Yi Ran's waist tightly with both hands.
"Why don't you drive?" His tone was filled with joy.
Yi Ran lowered her head and looked at the arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist, and she was in a mood to tie up a balloon and fly into the blue sky.
"It's on."
She was just about to remind her to hold herself tight, but she didn't expect her to be so active, it seemed that she remembered it.
Along the way, neither of them spoke. Song Yumeng hugged Yi Ran tightly all the time, with her face on her back, feeling her body temperature and her favorite fragrance. The smile on her lips never stopped, and so did her heart palpitations.
After a while, Yi Ran sent her to the door safely, Song Yumeng reluctantly said goodbye to her, she was about to leave, she was a little reluctant, and looked back at Yi Ran every step of the way.
Yi Ran kept watching her with a smile, and was reluctant to let her go home.
She was lost and melancholy when she parted, but Song Yumeng was so happy when she got home, and the fragrance that belonged to Yi Ran still lingered on her clothes.
Song Ma was surprised to see her daughter almost jumping back.
During this period of time, my daughter always had such a happy expression when she came home. Several times when she entered her room to deliver milk, she could see her smiling at the screen of her mobile phone. I don't know why she was so happy.
Song Ma said, "Xiaoyu, what are you happy about? Did something happy happen at school?"
"Mom, it's nothing, I'm happy if the weather is better." Song Yumeng was a little embarrassed to tell Song Ma that she was so happy because of Yi Ran.
Song Ma didn't believe it, and asked intuitively, "How have you been with that Liu Luoyang recently? I haven't heard you mention him for a long time."
"Mom, let me tell you the truth, I don't like Liu Luoyang anymore, I don't like him at all."
She said so confidently that Song Ma was relieved. Just now she thought that her daughter was so happy when she fell in love with Liu Luoyang.
"That's good." Song Ma asked again with interest, "Then how are you getting along with that Xiaoyi? I just saw her taking you home. The relationship should be very good, right?"
"Uh... The relationship is okay." Song Yumeng was a little shy, she never thought that Yi Ran would be seen by her mother when she sent her home, so she was also seen hugging Yi Ran tightly
Just thinking about it is embarrassing.
"She insisted on taking me on a ride!"
Fortunately, Song Ma didn't think too much about this concealment.
Song Ma said with emotion: "That child is really kind and treats you well. Xiaoyu, if people treat you well, you should also treat them well, you know?"
She has a good impression of Yi Ran.
"Got it, Mom."
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language class.
Song Yumeng didn't do well in class but peeked at Yi Ran seriously. She peeked at Yi Ran's profile from the corner of her eye, the sun was charming and she liked the two shallow dimples hanging on her cheeks when she laughed.
But while she was fascinated, there was a crisis in her heart: Yi Nerve was so good-looking and had a good personality, so many people must like it, right
Just thinking about a bunch of people who like her, Song Yumeng would be so sour like drinking a tank of old vinegar, the whole person couldn't sit still, peeking at Yi Ran's corner of the light, she liked and complained.
She looks so good-looking and is good to others, she must have liked a lot of people! Song Yumeng began to think wildly again.
Yi Ran didn't even know that Song Yumeng's brain had made her a "scumbag" in her last language class. She probably would have been wronged to death if she knew.
During the class, Yi Ran suddenly felt how cold it was beside her. She turned her head to meet Song Yumeng's small resentful eyes, covering her with a book and looking at her.
Yi Ran's heart skipped a beat, swallowed her saliva, and said anxiously, "Well, why are you staring at me like this, I've offended you again?"
Song Yumeng didn't change her face, she stared at her face with a half-smile and said, "You must have tricked many people into liking your face, right?"
Yi Ran's face was full of question marks.
Song Yumeng asked again, "Be honest, have you ever liked a lot of people?"
"...???" Yi Ran squeezed an embarrassed smile on her face and said, "For example, make a wish?"
"What!" Song Yumeng's eyes widened with anger, "Ha! I knew you liked that green tea, but you had the nerve to lie to me and say you didn't like it, hum!"
She turned her face away, leaned against the wall with her arms in her arms, and sighed, with "happy" written all over her face, and her smile permeated.
Yi Ran knew that she was in trouble, so she pulled down the seat and approached her, pushed her shoulders coquettishly, and explained, "I really just said it casually, I really don't like making wishes, I didn't lie to you."
However, Song Yumeng was unmoved: "Oh, you don't like making wishes, what about your good friend He Xiaomeng?"
"You said she was my good friend."
"Oh, what about Liu Luoyang?"
"...I hate scheming guys."
In the next few minutes, Song Yumeng finished asking all the names of the classmates, and asked them one by one according to the seat, but Yi Ran denied them one by one.
There was the last person who didn't ask, and that was herself.
The language teacher on the stage was talking hysterically, but Yi Ran approached Song Yumeng with a bad smile and said, "Keep asking, why didn't you ask? Isn't there someone else you didn't ask?"
Song Yumeng's ears were all red, she wanted to ask but was afraid to ask, wanted to know her answer but was afraid to know, not sure if she was joking or serious.
"I won't ask, I'm going to listen to the class seriously!" She pretended to pick up the pen to take notes, panicking to death.
Yi Ran looked at her, her eyes gradually deepened, thoughtfully.
After the Chinese class, He Xiaomeng came to look for Yi Ran, and Song Yumeng happened to be in her seat.
"I have something to tell you." He Xiaomeng said to Yi Ran with a blushing face, looking a little nervous.
Yi Ran smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
He Xiaomeng looked at Song Yumeng, but Yi Ran followed.
Pricked ears and eavesdropping was discovered, Song Yumeng pretended not to care: "Look what I'm doing, you have to talk while you talk, this lady is not interested in eavesdropping on you."
Yi Ran said to He Xiaomeng, "Then let's go outside and talk."
Yi Ran followed He Xiaomeng away from the back door, watching the backs of them leaving side by side, the alarm sounded in Song Yumeng's heart, and the sense of crisis in class came up again.
She had an intuition that He Xiaomeng was going to confess to Yi Ran. As soon as the idea came out, her whole body was on pins and needles.
After hesitating again and again, she still followed out, saw the figures of the two of them going upstairs, guessing that they must have gone to the rooftop, so she followed carefully and was not found.
The iron gate at the entrance of the rooftop was not closed, so Song Yumeng hid at the foot of the wall beside the door to eavesdrop.
She knew that eavesdropping was wrong, but she really couldn't hold back.
The sun was shining brightly on the roof, and the sun was warm.
He Xiaomeng confessed to Yi Ran in such an environment.
"Yi Ran, let me tell you something, um... I like you." She lowered her head nervously and shyly.
Song Yumeng heard her confession, panicked and jealous in her heart, she wanted to rush up to stop her, she stepped out, but she finally took it back, and she wanted to hear Yi Ran's answer even more.
She leaned against the wall with one hand and gripped the corner of her clothes tightly with the other. Sweat came out from her palms, and the corners of her clothes were wrinkled by her, so nervous that her heart skipped a beat.
She was waiting for Yi Ran's answer, and He Xiaomeng was also waiting.
After a while, Yi Ran said softly, "Well, sorry, maybe, um... No."
She didn't have the joy of being confessed, nor was she disgusted or disgusted, she was just surprised and at a loss. She didn't know how to politely reject her so that it wouldn't hurt her. Yi Ran really didn't expect to be liked by her good friend.
When her confession was rejected, He Xiaomeng didn't seem so disappointed and frustrated, but patted Yi Ran on the shoulder and said optimistically, "No, no, what does it matter?"
"It's okay, I thought..."
"Why?" He Xiaomeng took her words, "Think I'll be heartbroken or something?"
Yi Ran nodded.
"No, I'm not the only one who was rejected by confession." He Xiaomeng said, "Actually, I knew before my confession that I would most likely be rejected by you, so I was mentally prepared in advance."
She thought about the words and said, "Well - I don't think I should leave regrets for my youth. If you like it, you can express it. It doesn't matter if you are rejected. We should still be friends, right?"
"Of course." Yi Ran replied decisively.
"That's not a bad result. At least I didn't leave any regrets for my youth. There are still many excellent classmates in the school. It's fine for me to change my liking. There will always be someone who agrees with me."
After listening to He Xiaomeng's words, Yi Ran's guilt was almost gone. She was glad that He Xiaomeng was so optimistic, otherwise the guilt and guilt in her heart would not disappear for a while.
The sun shines brightly from the distant sky, covering Song Yumeng's head warmly. At that time, she had already got off the rooftop, and her mood had returned to calm, and she was even moved.
She felt that He Xiaomeng was right in saying that she should not leave regrets for her youth. In fact, she envied He Xiaomeng for being able to make such a bold statement, even if she was rejected, she could take it lightly.
If only she could confess so bravely, she liked Yi Ran, she had already realized and admitted it in her heart.
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