The night in the sea market is deep and silent.
Gu Miao lay on her back on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, and her frowning brows revealed a self-indulgent intoxication.
Outside the window was a cold and silent night, and this was the second night in a row he dreamed of a girl.
The hazy and beautiful dream was like a fluttering cloud, and he lay in it, his blood throbbing almost comfortably.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning entered the room, Gu Miao opened her eyes, felt the wetness under her body, and closed her eyes in disgust.
The one-touch kiss that night seemed to be etched into his soul.
He almost forgot how he got home that day. He only remembered that in his dream that night, he had done something even more extreme.
The water in the sink was rushing, and his hands were numb because of the forceful scrubbing.
Looking at the sheet in his hand, a sense of self-loathing shame crept into his heart.
Blue veins appeared on the back of his cold white hand, trembling slightly, and he just wanted to slap himself hard.
Every movement in the dream, every breath seems to be a blasphemy to the girl.
He hated such uncontrollable dreams, and even more disgusted the indulgent and shameless self in the dream.
The door of the bathroom was smashed twice, "Okay, you stayed inside for so long, don't others have to use it?"
"Okay, okay." Gu Miao packed up a few times and hurriedly walked out.
On the second day of the New Year's Day holiday, Cheng Chu slept until noon.
The servants at home were all on vacation, and parents and brother were also busy. They were not at home for a few days. Cheng Chu poured a glass of honey water, turned on his mobile phone, and prepared to order takeout.
She is a little difficult to choose, and she has been turning over for a long time and still can't make a decision.
Sitting on the small balcony on the second floor, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, Cheng Chu stretched comfortably.
"Wang wang wang." A hurried dog bark sounded.
Cheng Chu lowered his eyes and saw that in the garden on the first floor next door, three puppies were fighting for something, chasing and biting each other, making a mess.
After a few seconds, Lin Qifeng came in in his pajamas, grabbed the back of the necks of two of the puppies, and shouted loudly, "No matter what the noise is, give me peace."
The two puppies were strangled by the back of Destiny's neck, their limbs fluttering, while the puppy on the ground stretched out its front feet, kept pulling at the bottom of his trousers, and whimpered, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Fortunately, they all quieted down.
Cheng Chu stuck his head out and shouted at him, "Has your little lake been born, why are there so many suddenly?"
Lin Qifeng raised his head, the noon sun was dazzling, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said aloud: "Yes, I have three little bastards, and I can't wait to tear down the house every day."
The two little yellow golden retrievers were still fluttering, Cheng Chu said, "Is the golden retriever so lively too?"
"Who knows, maybe it's mutated." Lin Qifeng gently put down the two golden retrievers, perhaps learning a lesson, but the three little golden retrievers didn't make any noise anymore, and ran away like chickens.
The three puppies are all still small, not knee-high, and they are very cute with their short legs and humming.
I don't know what flowers were planted in the garden of Lin Qifeng's house, and the fragrance was bursting. Cheng Chu looked at his hair like a bird's nest and said, "Did you just get up?"
He scratched his head, sleepy eyes, "How do you know? I was sleeping soundly and was woken up by these three puppies."
Cheng Chuyang raised the mobile phone in his hand, "Do you want to order takeout? Let's put together the order."
Half an hour later, the two sat in the small garden of Cheng Chu's house and ate spicy hot pot.
Lin Qifeng ate a mouthful of oil, his mouth was hot and swollen, he held a chopstick and hairy belly, as if thinking of something, his hand suddenly stagnates.
"That, I'm sorry." He put the hairy belly into the bowl, his tone was a little low.
"What?" Cheng Chu was still chewing beef, and his words were vague.
Lin Qifeng scratched his head, "It's about Song Xinyu, I'm really sorry, I guess she's making trouble for you because of me."
"Oh, it's okay, it's not all because of you, we have some festivals." Cheng Chu didn't care.
"It seems that another boy in your class has been implicated. Next time I look for a chance, I will apologize to him, but what happened to you and him? He actually fought for you." He teased.
The strong aroma of the hot pot overwhelmed the fragrance of the flowers in the garden. Cheng Chu looked at the bubbling little pot and couldn't help thinking of the unexpected kiss that day.
In the middle of winter night, his lips were as hot as fire, imprinting on her slightly cold cheek, causing her heart to beat wildly.
She looked at the panicked face of the young man, tried her best to hide her panic, clenched her fists and trembled slightly, and it was almost difficult for her to stabilize her mind.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face turned red.
"What's the situation, you two don't really have anything, right?" Lin Qifeng looked at Cheng Chu's flushed cheeks and exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"No, no, don't ask." Cheng Chu lowered his head, his face almost buried in the pot.
It's just a cheek kiss, why panic? At the wedding in the previous life, they even kissed.
Although, forced to...
"Okay, don't ask." Lin Qifeng took a sip of Coke, lay on his back on the seat, looked at the three mad dogs roaring in the garden, and sighed.
"If there is a situation, you must tell me." He rubbed his temples and asked suddenly, "By the way, do you want a dog?"
The New Year's Day holiday went by quickly and in a blink of an eye.
The classmates seem to have not recovered from the aftertaste of the holiday, either lying on their seats to catch up on sleep, or burying their heads in copying their homework.
The classroom was full of sunshine in the early morning. When Cheng Chu came in with his schoolbag on his back, the classroom was already full of people.
"Good morning, Chu Chu." Rosie poked her head from the pile of homework.
Cheng Chu smiled, "Good morning, Qian Qian."
She turned around and said to the young man with her head lowered, "Gu Miao, good morning."
The early morning wind blew a corner of the curtain, and the boy's hand holding the pen froze, and the roots of his ears were already red.
He didn't even dare to look up, his voice trembled, "Morning, good morning."
The girl put down her schoolbag and sat down slowly. The light fragrance on her body still had the cold taste of the midwinter season.
Gu Miao's heart shrank, her face buried even lower.
He remembered that charming and youthful kiss, and the tossing and turning of several nights.
He didn't dare to look up at her, for fear that he would show clues if he didn't pay attention.
The classroom was noisy, and he heard the girl move the chair and slowly approached.
The air around him seemed to be thinning, and Gu Miao clenched her hands, only to feel that her whole heart was trembling numbly.
What is she going to say
Gu Miao's dark eyes showed some shy hope, bright, like a mouse that stole a grain of rice.
He felt the aroma floating in the air getting closer and closer, so close that it almost touched his heart.
Maybe only a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, when he felt that he was almost unable to breathe, he heard the girl Qing Lingling's voice say—
"Gu Miao, can you lend me a look at your chemistry homework?"
The wind in the classroom was still and cold, and Gu Miao's clenched hands suddenly loosened. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and silently pulled out the chemical paper from the drawer of the table.
"Thank you."
The girl bowed her head, with a few strands of broken hair on her small white face, and was watching the chemical homework in her hands intently.
Gu Miao felt as if her heart had collapsed, and those shaky hopes gradually disappeared along with the small hole in her heart.
He closed his eyes mockingly, and his heart was bitter.
I know what I shouldn't expect, so why can't I stop thinking about it
There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and the cold winter wind beat against the window, and it seemed to hit his heart again and again.
He remembered that night, when the girl covered her face and looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes were amazed.
There seemed to be a soft touch on his lips that shattered his heart, he was stiff, and all the words were choked in his throat.
For a long time, the girl looked at him who was at a loss, smiled casually, and said, "Oh, it's okay, it's an accident, let's go quickly."
She understated it, as if it was a very ordinary thing, usually like a cool wind blowing in winter, or yellow leaves falling in autumn.
But she didn't know what that meant to herself.
Gu Miao pursed her dry lips, lowered her head unconsciously, looked at the English book lying flat on the table, and said nothing.
"After reading it, thank you." Yingbai held the test paper between her slender knuckles and handed it to him.
Gu Miao covered her dark eyes, lowered her shoulders, and silently took the paper.
"What's the matter with you, unhappy?" Cheng Chu asked while holding his head.
Gu Miao shook his head.
Someone opened the window a little, and the cold wind with the fresh smell of dust blew in slightly.
Cheng Chu smiled, put his head on his arm, lay on the table, and looked up at him.
The girl's eyes are clear and lingering, like the sweet mountain spring water in summer, shining brightly with his shadow.
"Don't be unhappy." Her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her tone was charming.
Gu Miao looked down at her eyes, only to feel that a piece of candy was stuffed in her mouth, so sweet that his heart melted.
Loving her is her own business, all the sweetness and bitterness can only be hidden in my heart silently.
He didn't expect any response at all, so why is he angry now? Gu Miao thought a little bit self-deprecatingly.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a far-fetched smile, "No, not happy."
Cheng Chu looked at him, only to feel that the strong smile was uglier than the cry. She pursed her lips, turned around, took out a plastic box from her schoolbag, and handed it over, "Here it to you."
The plastic box seemed to be overflowing with cold air, Gu Miao's fingertips trembled, and she lowered her eyes to see a few mango pancakes neatly packed in the box.
"I made this, how about you try it?"
what did she do? Gu Miao looked at the plastic box in her hand, and it seemed like countless fireworks had exploded in her heart.
There were footsteps in the corridor, Cheng Chu raised his face and smiled, "You must be a fan of mangoes, right?"
She remembered that in a previous life, the most common fruit that the nanny at home bought was mangoes.
Gu Miao raised her eyes in disbelief, and asked in a low voice, "How, do you know?"
A few rays of sunshine in the morning reflected on the girl's fair little face, she supported her head with one hand, and her crescent moon smiled brightly, with a bit of cunning: "I just know."
"Oops, eat it, it's my first time making it, I don't know how it tastes?"
She took out a small delicate box from her bag, took out a fork from it, and handed it to him.
"Try it now." The girl raised her face, her tender peach blossom eyes sparkling with hope.
She always seemed to be able to control his mood so easily, making him live and die in just a few words.
The delicate fork shone in the sun, Gu Miao lowered her head and took it obediently.
The mango pancake tastes good, and the sweet mango flesh neutralizes the slightly sweet cream.
This is not a difficult dessert, and the ingredients used by Cheng Chu are the most expensive.
But Gu Miao felt that this was better than any delicacy and anything he had ever eaten.
The sweetness seemed to flow down the throat into his stomach, and gradually seep into his heart. Those who were worried about gain and loss just now, the helplessness and loss, like the winter snow illuminated by the warm sun, all melted at this moment.
The book on the table was blown a few times by the wind, and Zhou Ran suddenly stuck his head out and said with a smile, "What are you eating?"
Cheng Chu looked at his smiling face, a little helpless, "Mango Panji, do you want to eat it?"
"Chuchu, I want to eat it too." Luo Qianqian followed.
Gu Miao's hands clenched tightly, and her dark eyes stared at the two of them calmly.
But the two seemed to ignore his eyes completely, took the box away from his hand, and ate the remaining mango pancakes together.
He pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Chu, his grievance seemed to be overflowing from his dark eyes.
"Next time, I'll make it alone for you to eat." Cheng Chu whispered, pressing his throat.
The sweet scent of butter was in the air, Gu Miao's ears were red, her dark eyes flashed with contentment, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help bending.
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