This unexpected kiss was like a flash of lightning, hurriedly hit and disappeared in an instant, only the soft touch remaining on the lips and the disappearing flowers could tell her clearly what happened just now.
Liang Xiao had no experience with this, and stopped abruptly after a little bit of water. The kiss ended unexpectedly, but when Yan Qiwei was stunned, he blushed first, and took a step back with his eyes down.
Still holding the flower in his mouth.
What Yan Qiwei didn't know was that in the same place six years ago, they were standing side by side by the flowerbed like this.
At that time, she stood on tiptoe and shoved a flower into Liang Xiao's mouth, and the fingertips that brushed the corner of her lips inadvertently like a stone, fell into the stagnant water without warning, causing unstoppable ripples.
It was a kiss six years late.
Due to his identity and personality, the once young and ignorant boy only dared to hide his secrets in his heart. Until today, he can finally reveal his heart to the girl he loves.
It's too late. Too late.
Seeing his blushing face, Yan Qiwei laughed out loud for some reason, pretending to be angry and asking, "Where did you learn this routine?"
"It's not a trick. It's really..."
He answered seriously, chuckled lightly halfway through, looked her in the eyes and said, "I can't help it."
foul.
Staring into other people's eyes and saying such things... It's really foul.
Yan Qiwei intended to make fun of him, but unexpectedly, she was blushed by Liang Xiao's words, and then heard him whisper: "Let's go, the meeting is about to begin."
She pursed her lips subconsciously, and the faint floral fragrance seemed to be filled with the gentle body temperature of the youth.
Then obediently replied: "Okay."
When Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao arrived at the conference room, the parent meeting had not officially started.
When Liang Bozhong saw her, his mouth opened into the shape of an egg, hesitating for a long time, and his tongue was like a knot: "Yan-Yan, Teacher Yanye! Why are you here?"
Yan Qiwei smiled: "Your brother said you wanted to see me."
So he glanced at Liang Xiao gratefully, then turned to her with great interest: "Can you tell us in advance what happened to Lin Lan, whose life and death are unknown? Is Ashley really an undercover agent? Who did Xiao Mingyue end up with in the end? It must be Lin Jue!"
"Aren't spoilers no fun," Yan Qiwei sighed, "You like Lin Jue very much?"
Liang Bozhong, a child from middle school to middle school, nodded without hesitation, and she continued to ask, "Why? Lin Jue is just the fourth male number-because he hates evil and acts as a chivalrous man?"
His expression dimmed obviously, as if he remembered something old, and suddenly became discouraged: "No. I like him because Lin Jue is very strong and can protect his important people every time."
This was the answer she hadn't thought of.
If Liang Bozhong pointed something, Liang Xiao understood that he was talking about the accidental death of his sister a few years ago, and reached out to touch the child's head.
Since the accident, the whole family has been in deep grief. Since then, Liang Bozhong has become more and more unscrupulous, keen on picking quarrels and provoking trouble.
For children with imperfect worldviews, it may be an effective way to release stress.
Parents will start soon. Conference rooms are much larger than classrooms, and even if parents sit side by side with students, there are still seats left.
The teacher starts from the monthly test results, and then extends to the classroom order and learning attitude. In each module, Liang Bozhong is the number one bad player.
Skipping classes and surfing the Internet, calling friends to fight, and handing in blank papers in exams, the head teacher said that they were heartbroken, and other parents looked at them curiously, showing disbelief when they saw Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao.
… These two are not the father and mother of the child, right, no, they are so young, they should be brothers and sisters or something. But the genes of this family are too good. It doesn't look like they are here to hold a parent-teacher meeting, but rather like they are going to make a movie.
Looking at the attitudes of these three, they were clearly the most criticized scoundrels in the class. The children dozed off carelessly, Yan Qiwei covered her mouth and smiled, and Liang Xiao kept an indifferent face, only when she occasionally sneaked a glance at her. will smile.
Indeed a family.
She couldn't help laughing about this, and she really couldn't blame Yan Qiwei - she and Liang Xiao had been at the same table for so long, but it was the first time that she used her body to sit with him at school.
The sun was falling lazily like it did six or seven years ago, and when you looked up, you could see the blue sky. The teacher on the podium, like the former head teacher, always hates iron and steel, saying things like "I have never met such a student."
She had the illusion that she could see Liang Xiao when she was a teenager when she turned her eyes, but when she thought about it, it had been too long, it seemed like a lifetime.
After the regular class meeting, "Liang Bozhong and his parents" were named and left.
The head teacher helplessly adjusted his glasses and looked up at the two of them: "The two of you are..."
Liang Xiao answered without hesitation: "Brother and sister."
Liang Bozhong's expression froze when he heard "sister", and looked at him with a little surprise.
"Liang Bozhong's performance was extremely poor during school. I hope parents can strengthen discipline." She frowned and took out a paper from the podium, "This is the paper for our Chinese test. He didn't hand in a blank paper on a whim this time. The blank paper is even more excessive. You look at this composition, what's 'fighting qi into a horse' and 'my fate is up to me', does he think he is writing a fairy tale novel?"
Yan Qiwei, like a student who made a mistake, took the test paper carefully and placed it between herself and Liang Xiao.
Classmate Liang Bozhong wrote a micro-fiction about the counterattack of waste wood with great sincerity. The language was childish and almost cute, and the plot made her laugh.
"It doesn't matter if you write Xianxia novels, it's all high school students, and it's full of typos." Speaking of this topic, the head teacher seemed a little excited, "Which student can write 'wolverine as a traitor' as 'the wolf was raped', 'grinning' is written as 'cracking grin'? Thinking about that scene, it's too scary, if you don't know it, you think it's a ghost story."
Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao nodded together after listening, "Teacher, we must change."
Then at the same time looked at each other in surprise.
The head teacher couldn't help laughing: "You brothers and sisters have a good understanding."
That's not it. Yan Qiwei thought quietly that she and Liang Xiao had lived under the same roof for a long time.
The two of them listened to the half-hour-long complaint of the head teacher, and they were finally allowed to leave until a dull thunder sounded outside the window, and the weather turned cloudy and it was about to rain.
Liang Bozhong had to stay in the school for classes, so he could only stand behind the fence at the school gate and wave goodbye to the two of them, like a prisoner locked in a copper wall and iron net.
Before leaving, Yan Qiwei approached him mysteriously and smiled solemnly: "Children, don't you want to know the follow-up plot? If the grade ranking can be improved by 100, I will be rewarded with a plot point; if the grade is improved by 500, I will do it for you. Design a character alone and add it to the novel."
Liang Bozhong: ! ! !
"I can I can! You wait for me!"
Liang Xiao looked at his back as he ran away, and silently raised the corner of his mouth: "You are quite good at this method."
"It's still the most generous reward for you, classmate Liang Xiao."
Put herself in it.
After some deliberation, Liang Xiao decided to drive Yan Qiwei to dinner.
Now it is the summer rainy season. It rains every three days and two ends. The entire imperial city is like a steamer soaked in water vapor, damp and stuffy. Drum-like muffled thunder came from the distant skyline, making Yan Qiwei subconsciously remember what Liang Xiao looked like seven years ago when she fell ill.
After so many years, his morbid reaction to thunderstorms should have recovered.
- But it's still not right.
Flowing clouds covered the layers of shadows below, and the sparse shadows of the street trees were swept by the breeze with the rain. The interior of the car was silent, seeping into the dim light.
Liang Xiao didn't speak, his long eyelashes drooped down, and the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.
Yan Qiwei saw his pale and protruding knuckles on the steering wheel.
She half-opened her mouth and lowered her voice: "It's not far from my house, go there and have a rest."
This thing is not quite right.
Yan Qiwei thought.
In the second year of high school, Liang Xiao's stress-induced mental disorder has recovered a lot. Even if he encounters thunderstorms occasionally, he will not show too much pain.
But now he was clearly clenching his teeth, and he could clearly see the meaning of forbearance from his frowning brows.
After so many years, his disease is actually more serious than before.
The thunder and rain outside the window grew louder, and Yan Qiwei placed him on the sofa. Liang Xiao forced a smile: "Don't worry, this symptom is not serious, I'm just a little tired."
Of course it was lying to her.
Yan Qiwei understood, and gently stroked his palm. The young man's fingertips trembled slightly, and he held her whole hand with his backhand.
She wanted to ask why, but her voice was blocked by an unknown force in her throat. This phenomenon made her understand that the reason for exacerbating Liang Xiao's illness was related to herself—or rather, it was related to Liang Wei who lived a few years ago.
A thought swept up from the bottom of my heart, Yan Qiwei thought, maybe it was such a thunderstorm when Liang Wei died.
But what happened at that time, the stimulation to Liang Xiao was no less than the experience of being tortured for so many years
She didn't dare to think, she couldn't think of it.
What's more, in another time and space, there is not much time left for her.
Now she is sitting next to Liang Xiao as "Yan Qiwei".
He was terribly uncomfortable, his face was as pale as a thin sheet of paper, and beads of sweat were seeping out from the corners of his forehead, which she wiped away as gently as possible.
Suddenly Liang Xiao raised his eyes quietly, his voice so weak that it was almost swallowed up by the sound of raindrops.
He opened his mouth cautiously, with water vapor in his eyes, in a tone that was close to pleading: "Can you hug me?"
In the novel rooted in Yan Qiwei's mind, Liang Xiao is described as a paranoid and taciturn lunatic who will do anything to achieve his goals. When facing the heroine, he is always cold and arrogant and almost domineering.
But now, when he really met the girl he had loved for a long time, who had been lost and found, he had a timid hesitation that was close to nostalgia, and the fiery affection was completely smothered in his chest, so he could only ask her gently, can you hug me? .
These five words are more heartwarming than any other hype. Yan Qiwei's eyes turned red for no reason, she slowly stretched out her hands, brushed past his temples, and finally stayed on the back of Liang Xiao's head.
Immediately after that, with a slight force on the wrist, he brought his head to his shoulders.
His body was stiff as iron, and his cheeks were cold.
Rubbing her fingers on the young man's soft hair, she seemed to hear Liang Xiao laugh in a low voice.
Then he put his arms around Yan Qiwei's back, and pressed his fingertips like a soldering iron on his spine. The hoarse voice is like a ball of cotton, and it spreads in the neck cavity with the hot air: "Weiwei."
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