Feng Ning was gently pushed awake. She rubbed her eyes and a piece of clothing fell off her shoulder.
She picked it up and looked at it in confusion, then looked up again.
The driver shouted to the back, "Hey, the two behind us, we've reached the terminal, why don't you get off the bus?"
After getting off the car, I realized that the temperature outside had dropped dramatically. Feng Ning returned the coat to Jiang Wen, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and was shivering from the cold.
Feng Ning stood by, waiting for him to get dressed, and checked the route on her phone. "The terminal is half an hour away from your home, and one and a half hours away from my home. It's only eight o'clock now, so I'll be home around ten o'clock."
Sitting on the return bus, Jiang Wen casually glanced and found Feng Ning setting the alarm. He asked, "What are you doing?"
Feng Ning muttered, "I set an alarm, in case you miss your stop again and waste two dollars."
"... ..."
He almost jumped up, "What do you mean again? Who missed their stop on purpose?"
Feng Ning said as a matter of course: "You, otherwise why are we at the terminal now?"
"You overslept and you blame me?" Jiang Wen tried his best to restrain himself, his face turning pale, "Besides, I have never taken a bus, so I don't know."
"Okay, okay." Feng Ning didn't argue with him.
Young Master Jiang's little bit of romance was completely destroyed by Feng, who didn't understand romance. He turned his head and stared at the right window, ignoring her for a long time.
Feng Ning had long been accustomed to Jiang Wen's spoiled temper, and she would not be able to get better without a few nice words. She coaxed him humbly, "It was my fault, Master, don't be angry, I was just joking, please forgive me."
It was windy at night, the car window was lowered a little, and the wind blew in through the gaps.
"Hey." Feng Ning nudged him with his shoulder.
Jiang Wen was almost knocked down by her. He quickly grabbed the handrail and yelled at her: "What's wrong with you!"
"Why are you so angry?"
Feng Ning crossed her hands on the back of the chair in front of her, rested her head lazily on it, and looked at him with a smile: "Thank you."
A voice came from the radio: Dear passengers, welcome to bus No. 425. Please sit tight and hold on. The next stop is Xingxi Road. Passengers who are getting off please be ready.
"Oh... you're welcome."
“Also, the song is very nice.”
He choked for two seconds, his expression becoming slightly awkward, "You're not asleep?"
"Take out your headphones." Feng Ning looked at his watch. "There are still five minutes until the station. I'll share one of my favorite songs with you."
She turned on his phone and searched for songs.
When the piano for the prelude sounded, Feng Ning asked, "Do you know what this song is?"
Jiang Wen shook his head.
...
I can't find a good reason
To block all this intimacy
...
"This song is the theme song of 'Itazura na Kiss'."
Let the song play in the background. Feng Ning turned off the phone, put it aside, and happily described it to him: "Every time I rewatch "It Started with a Kiss", it is in the summer. So whenever I hear this song, my mind will unconsciously associate it with summer. The weather outside is hot, and I hug a big watermelon, turn on the air conditioner, draw the curtains, and watch the show in bed. Isn't it beautiful?"
...
I suspect this encounter was just a prank
I think I've slowly fallen in love with you
I willfully throw myself into the prank you gave me
...
Jiang Wen suddenly realized: "Jiang Zhishu, Yuan Xiangqin?"
Feng Ning smiled in surprise: "Yes, have you seen it?"
She leaned against the window sill, and Jiang Wen shifted his gaze back to the front, "I haven't seen it, but my sister has."
"There's a line in the movie that's very girly, and I still remember it." Feng Ning held her heart, "I love you so much, so I'm willing to do it."
Jiang Wen laughed at her, "What a mess."
"Now that I think about it, you and Jiang Zhishu are a bit similar. Both of you have the last name Jiang, and both of you are cool and smart students who have had smooth sailing since childhood. When others confessed their love, you just avoided them."
As he spoke, Feng Ning extended his hand playfully, "Hello, classmate Jiang, nice to meet you. I'm Feng Ning from Class 9, Grade 2."
He had no expression: "Boring."
Feng Ning snorted.
Before she could take it back, Jiang Wen held her hand without warning.
The people in the back row watched the interaction between the two high school students in the front row and sighed in their hearts, saying that youth is so beautiful.
So beautiful.
Jiang Wen's fingers curled up and touched the skin on her wrist. Both of their hearts beat like drums.
Meeting Feng Ning's gaze, he said, "My name is Jiang Wen."
The bus arrived at the stop, and Feng Ning waved goodbye to him. The door closed automatically, and the No. 425 bus dutifully continued to drive to the next stop, leaving behind a puff of exhaust gas.
The sky had completely turned dark blue. Jiang Wen put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood next to the warm yellow street light. The car quickly disappeared into the night in the distance.
The song in the headphones started playing again.
- I think I'm going to start missing you,
-But I just met you.
The moment I separate from you, I will start to miss you.
Time is like turning the pages of a book, turning over the spring rain, turning over the summer thunder, turning over the maple leaves, turning over the falling snow. Another year passed, Qi Lan went home to stay for a few times, but there was no significant improvement, and in October she was hospitalized again.
Feng Ning usually takes two days a week to work part-time, and when Jiang Wen is on vacation, she studies with him at home. The rest of the time she spends accompanying her mother at the bedside.
Saturday was Jiang Wen’s birthday, and Zhao Binlin, Xi Gaoyuan and others called him at eight in the morning.
Jiang Wen was woken up by them. He was a little grumpy, with messy hair. He sat at the end of the bed for a while. He opened WeChat and saw Feng Ning sent him a message saying Happy Birthday at 1 a.m.
He asked her to come out for lunch today, but she hasn't replied yet.
Jiang Wen threw his phone away in annoyance, opened his closet, and began to choose clothes for today. Just as he took off his pajamas, his phone vibrated, and he immediately picked it up to check.
Zhao Binlin: Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you
Feeling a little disappointed and annoyed, he replied with an "oh".
There were a lot of people who came to Jiang Wen's birthday party today, some of them brought others with them, and he didn't even know many of them.
Zhao Binlin asked his brother to borrow a limited edition supercar. They didn't dare to be too arrogant and planned to have a BBQ at a reservoir in the suburbs.
It was almost ten o'clock when Xi Gaoyuan went to the store to pick up the cake he had ordered yesterday.
Jiang Wen was sitting in the passenger seat. He touched the cell phone in his pocket, took it out out of habit, looked at it for a while, and then put it back.
Zhao Binlin squinted his eyes and said, "Who are you waiting for a call from?"
"What."
"Whose call are you waiting for?"
He answered absentmindedly, "No one."
Zhao Binlin smiled knowingly, "Just in the past few moments, how many times have you checked your phone?"
"Is it okay for me to be bored?" Jiang Wen had just finished speaking when his phone rang again. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was Tencent News. He leaned back in his chair without moving, and the air pressure around him dropped again.
"Pei Shurou asked me a few days ago why she hadn't seen you recently." Zhao Binlin fiddled with the rearview mirror, "I didn't tell her that you were with Feng Ning."
"Time flies so fast. We are already in the third year of high school." Zhao Binlin suddenly felt a little emotional. "Will Feng Ning come to your birthday today? I haven't seen her for a long time."
Jiang Wen didn't say anything, but looked outside with a bit of annoyance.
After a moment's silence, Zhao Binlin wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he saw him answering a phone call, opening the door and getting out of the car.
"Hello, Jiang Wen! Where are you?" Her slightly excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
Jiang Wen was angry, and he started to act like a spoiled brat standing at a busy intersection: "Today is my birthday, you know?"
"You didn't check your phone?" Feng Ning's voice sounded a little breathless, "Didn't I say happy birthday?"
Jiang Wen calmed down a bit and whispered, "You didn't check your phone. You didn't even reply to my message." He kicked the stone under his feet and said, "Where are you? I'll go find you."
"Do you have any friends over there?"
Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment, and meeting Zhao Binlin's gossipy eyes, he said, "No, it's just me."
"Oh, sure, come on over. I'll hand you the gift in person. It's warm, hehe."
He heard something wrong: "Are you running?"
"I won't tell you anymore. I'll send you the address. Come over here as soon as possible."
Xi Gaoyuan hummed a song, opened the car door with the cake in his hand, and got in. He exclaimed, "Where's Jiang Wen? Where did he go?"
"How should I know? He suddenly said he had something to do and asked us to go first." Zhao Binlin touched his growing stubble in the mirror, "I guess he went to look for Feng Ning."
Jiang Wen didn't expect that the place Feng Ning was talking about was the finish line of the marathon.
It was almost eleven o'clock and people were arriving one after another. Several people fainted at the scene and were taken away by ambulance.
People crossed the finish line one after another. He was a little anxious, searching for Feng Ning in the chaotic crowd, but couldn't get through to her on the phone. Just as he was about to redial for the fourth time, someone patted his shoulder hard.
Jiang Wen turned his head and saw her wearing a sun hat and breathing deeply.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Wen pointed at her up and down.
“Can’t you see?” Feng Ning raised his chin and said proudly, “Miss Feng just finished a marathon!”
Jiang Wen pretended to be angry and said sarcastically, "I thought Lady Feng was going to win a championship as a gift for me."
She laughed and panted, "Brother, they are all professional horse racers, I'm just a high school girl! You think too much."
Jiang Wen was infected by her happiness and spread out his hands, "What about the birthday present you said you would personally give me?"
"I gave it to you."
"What?"
Feng Ning smiled slyly, took a big gulp of water, and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Marathon spirit! Never give up in life, persistence is victory. I ran for you in person today, how about it, are you still moved?"
Jiang Wen: "Not really moved."
Feng Ning threw the empty bottle of mineral water into the trash can, reached behind his back, and tore off the number plate, "Here, this is for you."
Jiang Wen took it and was stunned.
A square piece of gauze with four numbers printed on it: 1114.
—His birthday.
Feng Ning signed with the staff and took back her bag. She took out a thin blanket from her bag and put it on, wiped the sweat off her face with a towel, and glanced at him. "How is it? This gift is sincere enough. It took me more than three hours to run for it."
Looking at the person so close, Jiang Wen took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."
"It's a big favor, thank you. OK, let's go."
Feng Ning stopped talking abruptly, lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the hand held by Jiang Wen.
The person who was pulling her was obviously not confident enough and his force was very light, as if he would let go if she struggled even the slightest.
Even though he couldn't see, Feng Ning could imagine what Jiang Wen looked like now. He was obviously very nervous, but his face was still as cold as ice.
Feng Ning smiled secretly in her heart, moved her fingers, and Jiang Wen's arm stiffened. She held Jiang Wen tightly, and he stopped walking.
"What's wrong?" She asked with a hint of teasing in her voice.
"you... "
Feng Ning wrinkled his lips and nose, "What about me?"
Jiang Wen was stunned for a while, then clasped his fingers together a little more, "We..."
"Shhhhhh."
They had been facing each other for such a long time. Although no one had said it out loud, the ambiguous feelings had already lingered between them.
They were as innocent as middle school students, holding hands and walking slowly in the crowded crowd.
"Where are we going now?" Jiang Wen looked ahead, not daring to look at Feng Ning.
"How about going back to my house?"
"Oh, whatever you want."
The bus came and Feng Ning pulled his hand back.
Jiang Wen's palms were empty, he felt a little helpless and annoyed, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Feng Ning took out the coins from his pocket, "I need money."
After inserting the coin, Feng Ning took the initiative to hold Jiang Wen's hand and pulled him back.
They sat down at the back, their clasped hands too close together, hanging in the middle. Feng Ning's hands were small, and Jiang Wen could easily wrap his five fingers around hers.
The bus started moving. They were silent, their shoulders bumping into each other from time to time.
"Jiang Wen, are you nervous? Your palms are sweaty." She smiled and tilted her head.
He said stubbornly: "This is your sweat."
Feng Ning brought Jiang Wen into the kitchen again.
But he was already a regular here, and after putting on the smock, he no longer had any resistance.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll make you a cake!" Feng Ning took out flour, eggs, and milk from the refrigerator, "Let me show you what a manual egg white whisk is."
She looked very serious while doing her work, completely immersed in her own world. Jiang Wen watched intently from the side, his heart softening as if it had been soaked in water.
During the trip, Xi Gaoyuan called and said, "Top star, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you."
Jiang Wen stood in the yard and made a phone call, indifferent: "I can't go today, you guys play, and I'll pay for it after you're done."
The big yellow dog recognized him and happily circled around his feet.
Xi Gaoyuan was also a little unhappy and raised his voice: "What the hell, it's your birthday today, and you didn't come, leaving all of us here? What were you doing?" He yelled for a while, then suddenly quieted down and asked suspiciously: "Are you fucking with Feng Ning?"
Zhao Binlin knew the situation better than him, so he grabbed the phone and said directly, "Where are you and Feng Ning? I'll pick you up."
"Go away." Jiang Wen refused without even thinking, "Go and have fun, don't bother me."
“... ..”
Feng Ning bent over, concentrating on squeezing patterns out of the cream. She glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jiang Wen said casually and muted his phone.
He walked a few steps closer and found that she had almost finished drawing the pattern of the cake. Jiang Wen's expression changed instantly.
A familiar Q-version drunken little peacock, with its tail spread out and a crown on its pointed head, leaning against a large wine bottle.
Feng Ning put the bag of cream aside, "Okay, it's done!"
Jiang Wen stared at the cake she made with her own hands, a little distracted.
Feng Ning went to wash his hands under the faucet, "What's wrong?"
"You still remember."
She glanced at him and smiled, "Remember, the apology note I wrote to you when I first met you."
Feng Ning squatted down, found the thin candle, inserted it into the cake, and lit it with a lighter.
Jiang Wen said, "Since I met you, you have messed up my life."
The big yellow dog came in through the crack in the door and lay down lazily. Feng Ning stood up and stood face to face with him.
She put her hands behind her back and raised her head slightly. "Okay, little prince, stop complaining and close your noble eyes."
Jiang Wen's heart trembled and he closed his eyes obediently.
It seemed that due to nervousness, even the ups and downs of his breathing were a little abnormal.
After a long silence, he opened his eyes and Feng Ning's eyes were full of ridicule. She laughed, "Why, do you think I want to kiss you?"
Jiang Wen was touched by the words and his throat moved. He was silent for a few seconds and lowered his voice: "Why do you want me to close my eyes?"
"That." Feng Ning pointed at the cake with his chin, "Make a wish and blow out the candles."
Feng Ning stood by and watched him blow out the candles. He asked curiously, "What wish did you make just now? Why are you so pious?"
Jiang Wen still had a pious look on his face: "It won't work if you say it out loud."
She urged: "Tell me it's okay."
"I want..." He mumbled in a mosquito-like voice.
Feng Ning didn't hear clearly, "What do you want? Speak louder."
Jiang Wen's eyes moved around, fixed somewhere else.
As if he had finally made up his mind, he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Touch and leave.
Feng Ning didn't dodge, and the corners of his lips even curled up a little.
For a moment, his heart beat so fast that he couldn't bear it. He said unnaturally, "Well, I want you to be nicer to me."
The author has something to say: The Little Prince: The first kiss is finally gone
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