He should have been there at night.
Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but laugh: "Liu Yang really likes to be in the spotlight."
Xiang Xiaoyuan asked: "I've always been curious, why are you friends with Liu Yang? You two have completely different personalities."
Ying Zhiwan's eyes darkened, "Because only Liu Yang is willing to play with me."
"When I was young, other kids always thought I was different from them. Their parents also told them not to mess with me. So, I was isolated."
"It's not that no one talks to me, it's just that they are all very cautious and try to please me because they are afraid that I will be unhappy."
"That feeling, how should I put it? It's like you are standing in a crowded crowd, but there is no one around you. People would rather step on each other's feet than get close to me."
Xiang Xiaoyuan knows this feeling.
She often feels this way.
She gave Ying Zhiwan a hug and said, "It's not our fault."
The hug was too short. Ying didn't feel the warmth of her body until late at night, and she had already left.
He even suspected that it was just an illusion.
I opened two bottles of Coke for Xiaoyuan, put one in his hand, held his hand and toasted with myself:
"You're right, it's not our fault."
"We are just too perfect. God is deliberately making us unlucky. Otherwise it would be too unfair to others."
"But now it's all right. I met my good friend, and you met your good friend. Thinking about it this way, Liu Yang doesn't seem as annoying as I imagined."
Xiang Xiaoyuan mentioned Lin Jiaqiao so frequently that Ying Zhiwan often had the illusion that there were actually three people living in the villa.
There was a sourness in his tone that he himself didn't notice: "Isn't it time for the two of us to cry together? Why did you mention other people's names?"
He muttered quietly, "You like Lin Maque too much. If you don't know, you would think she is our pet."
It was only after Xiang Xiaoyuan met Lin Jiaqiao's boyfriend that she realized that men could also be weird. She thought Qin Guan was a special case, but she didn't expect that he was also an infectious disease.
Thinking of the face of her best friend's boyfriend, Xiang Xiaoyuan decided to nip Ying Zhiwan's intention in the bud.
She said righteously: "Zhizhi and I are 'the two of us', and you are the 'other' to the two of us."
He almost got a cerebral thrombosis due to anger.
His hands were quicker than his brain and he pressed Xiang Xiaoyuan's head into the cake.
Halfway through the massage, she remembered that it was already midnight, and her hair was long and took slow to dry, so she would not be able to rest tonight after washing it.
So he changed direction halfway and snatched the cake from Xiang Xiaoyuan's legs: "I won't give it to you."
He scooped a spoonful of cake fiercely, "You'll be so greedy."
They were only about 20 years old at that time, and Ying Zhiwan's ruffian face still had baby fat. His childish actions at this moment were so cute that Xiang Xiaoyuan was melted.
She teased him deliberately, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. It's already late at night. If you eat, you will gain weight."
She sighed: "You really are not as considerate as us."
"We just ordered a zero-calorie cake for me and brought it to me for breakfast in the morning."
As expected, Ying Zhiwan was fooled, and his face was full of regret and annoyance, "Damn it, I was actually beaten."
While he wasn't paying attention, Xiang Xiaoyuan held his hand and ate the cake on his fork.
Ying Zhiwan was startled and said, "I've used this fork before."
Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't care at all, "It's used once, so it's used once."
Ying Zhiwan had so many girlfriends, so he quickly understood her intention. He narrowed his eyes, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Xiang Xiaoyuan pulled down the collar of his T-shirt heroically, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin, and twisted it weirdly, "This is called seduction."
In fact, the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous at this time, but Xiang Xiaoyuan's twist was too weird, and Ying Zhiwan couldn't help laughing out loud: "What are you doing?"
The dissatisfied person changed to Xiang Xiaoyuan, "Why are you laughing? Isn't this sexy? When I was taking pictures, I twisted like this and everyone said it was very Sykes."
Ying Zhiwan seriously commented: "It's like a black fool picking corn."
Xiang Xiaoyuan: "… A bear picking corn is fine, but why did you use 'black fool' and 'corn'? It makes me look not only unsexy, but also bearish."
Ying Zhiwan almost laughed himself silly, "Look at your name, it has nothing to do with sexiness."
Xiang Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Read more books when you have time. 'All the flowers fade, only the blooming flowers remain, taking all the charm to Xiaoyuan'. That's how I got my name."
She lifted her hair and said in a pinched voice: "I am a person who is extremely sexy from the name to the inside."
She was trying to be funny. But she ignored her beauty.
I was stunned until late at night.
No one spoke in the room, except for the two of them staring at each other, and the atmosphere finally became ambiguous.
Be the first to break the silence at the latest.
He coughed lightly, "Um, you, what type of boys do you like? Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking about your privacy, I just think that you don't seem to dislike Jiang Xing."
"He is obviously more exaggerated than Liu Yang."
Xiang Xiaoyuan sighed, "It's not that I don't hate it, it's just that I roughly know the feeling."
"It feels like I'm isolated from the whole world, and I can only do something to prove my existence. Even if it means attracting attention or being treated as a joke, as long as I can prove that I'm alive and as long as I can be seen, I'll do anything."
Ying Zhiwan was busy looking at her and didn't hear what she said clearly, so he nodded randomly.
In fact, he bought a mobile phone and wanted to give it to Xiang Xiaoyuan as a birthday present, but he didn't dare to give it to her.
He didn't know whether Xiang Xiaoyuan would accept it, and he was worried that she would reject him again.
After that day, the two reconciled and their relationship became closer than before, with an indescribable ambiguity.
They all noticed it, but pretended not to notice.
Xiang Xiaoyuan and Ying Zhiwan were in different colleges, so they didn't see each other often. In the second semester of their sophomore year, there was an open class on ideological and political theory that students from both colleges had to take together.
On the first day of class, Xiang Xiaoyuan met Ying Zhiwan at the door of the classroom.
Almost instinctively, she smiled and greeted him with a smile.
Ying Zhiwan's first reaction was to laugh, but he quickly remembered that Liu Yang was right next to him.
He didn't want Liu Yang to know about his relationship with Xiang Xiaoyuan.
He knew Liu Yang's character well and knew that he would definitely use him to get close to Xiang Xiaoyuan.
He didn't want to see this.
At that time, rumors about Xiang Xiaoyuan were spreading fiercely in the school, and they were all influential figures. In the second when Ying Zhiwan hesitated, people around him whispered.
Xu Yalan and the others started to speak dirty words.
I wanted to make amends at least, but there was no chance.
Lin Jiaqiao came over and stood with Xiang Xiaoyuan.
Everyone thought they were saying hello to Xiaoyuan and Lin Jiaqiao, but no one knew his relationship with her.
Ying was very angry at night.
I was angry at Lin Jiaqiao, but I was even more angry at myself.
He planned to go home in the evening to explain everything, but Xiang Xiaoyuan did not come back that night.
A day later, he learned from Gu Yiming that she went to Hainan to shoot location scenes.
Xiang Xiaoyuan came back a week later.
Although Ying Zhiwan had not been able to eat well and sleep well this week, Xiang Xiaoyuan seemed to be doing well, with a rosy face and it was obvious that she was doing well.
The worst part was that she came back with a big bouquet of red roses.
Ying Zhiwan was so angry that he almost died. Before he could figure out what he was angry about, he blocked the man at the stairs and asked loudly, "How dare you come back?"
Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't say anything, walked around him and went back to his room.
Ying Zhiwan then realized that she was still angry, so he hurriedly went in to explain.
Xiang Xiaoyuan left him alone for a long time, and after he finished packing his luggage, she finally paid attention to him.
She said: "My colleague's sister said that I was in love."
Ying Zhiwan was stunned, feeling inexplicably aggrieved. He said sourly, "You did a good job of keeping it a secret, I didn't even notice it."
Xiang Xiaoyuan was silent for a few seconds, sighed, and continued: "I didn't believe it at first. But yesterday, when I looked in the mirror, I found that the expression on my face was very familiar."
"When Lin Zhizhi mentioned Qin Guan's matter, he had this expression."
Xiang Xiaoyuan looked at Ying Zhiwan and said, "The person I was thinking of at that time was you."
He heard several loud bangs that night and thought someone in the neighborhood was setting off fireworks. He looked out the window and found it was his own heartbeat.
He didn't say anything, felt uneasy towards Xiaoyuan, and pursed his lips uncomfortably.
She felt that her confession was too hasty and wanted to say that she was joking, but the next second, Ying Zhiwan threw her onto the bed.
Ying Zhiwan almost touched her lips and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
This was Xiang Xiaoyuan's first kiss, and she was actually a little scared.
But she didn't want to be looked down upon by him, so she pretended to be cool and said, "Okay, kiss me."
Ying Zhiwan saw through her disguise. He let go of her and said with a bit of pampering, "Don't worry, when you are ready, we can kiss again."
He added: "How can you let a girl confess her love? Let's pretend that we didn't have that conversation. Wait for me to choose a good day and I'll confess my love again."
"What kind of confession do you like? Dramatic ones are not okay, how about an artistic one?"
"I'll give you a love poem, okay? My calligraphy is pretty good."
Ying Zhiwan's frivolous face was full of seriousness, and Xiang Xiaoyuan also heard the sound of fireworks.
But she did not receive the love poem from Ying Zhiwan.
The very next day, when Ying Zhiwan confessed his past, Xiang Xiaoyuan learned his CET-4 score.
She really couldn't understand how someone could not even get one-third of the score.
She said seriously: "Although our children can do well with their looks, I still hope that their father has a stable IQ."
Should be at night:
Should be late: !!!
Ying Zhiwan thought like this: child = marriage, she mentioned child to me = she wanted me to get married!
His ears turned red and he asked shyly, "What do you mean?"
Said to Xiaoyuan: "I want your CET-4 score to write a love poem."
There is a saying that goes, if there were no tutoring, the world would be full of families with loving fathers and filial children.
This principle also applies to couples.
The next two months were a mixture of pain and pleasure for Ying Zhiwan.
He could no longer hang out in the bar and had no time to hang out with his bad friends. After class every day, he went back to the villa and memorized words and learned grammar under Xiang Xiaoyuan's supervision.
It’s not that he didn’t think about resisting, but Xiang Xiaoyuan had too many tricks up her sleeve.