It turns out that the two of them will gradually drift apart without knowing it.
Even if you pull the tick, make a promise, and decide to wait, time will never stop moving forward.
Xiao Yao's aerospace university is semi-closed, and students are required to live on campus in their freshman and second year. Under such circumstances, men who are busy with schoolwork do not have much time to take the initiative to contact people they like.
Besides, that person didn't even know that he liked her.
In Xiao Yao's freshman year, Xue Yayan had just entered high school.
At the very beginning, she still thought about contacting brother Xiao Yao.
The other party usually picks up the phone at the first time, but always ends it hastily after saying a few words, because of various reasons.
"Hey, Jiang Xiaotian."
"Um?"
"Isn't Xiao Yao secretly dating a girlfriend?" Staring at the apology message lying on the table, Xue Yayan angrily threw her phone on the bed. "I read on the Internet that men like to say that they are busy and not free when they have a girlfriend!"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaotian looked up from behind the book.
She took care of Qi Liuhai and wore large black-rimmed glasses, which made her palm-sized face more delicate, but she was not as beautiful as Xue Yayan, who already knew how to dress up.
The two also have a special fate. They are in the next class, and they both won the title of class flower as soon as they entered the school.
Jiang Xiaotian has never felt about these things. Just like her parents, she is devoted to learning, but Xue Yayan is different. Since she was a child, she has always liked to be praised and praised.
"I'm the first-class flower, you are not allowed to rob me."
"Well, don't grab it." Before Xue Yayan could smile, Jiang Xiaotian immediately poured another bucket of cold water down. "And the white bell."
Bai Ling is their recognized beauty in this session.
The height of 1.72 meters is a standard nine-headed body. Ordinary people wearing rustic school uniforms look like a model's private clothes when they are put on her, and the whole frame looks different.
And she is also a well-known talented girl in the music class. She has studied cello since she was a child, and the awards and trophies she has won can be placed in a room alone, and even a well-known orchestra has already thrown an olive branch.
That was an existence that even Xue Yayan sighed to herself.
After two seconds of silence, she bit her lip and glared at Jiang Xiaotian angrily.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
Jiang Xiaotian smiled without saying a word, just shrugged.
Xue Yayan was so angry that her teeth were itching and she had no choice but to squeeze Jiang Xiaotian's face to relieve her hatred.
"What is your club going to choose?"
In order to develop students' diverse interests, their senior high school has a compulsory club class in the first grade. There are two classes every other week. At the end of the first month after the school starts, the school will let students choose freely according to their interests and then sort them in order. Draw lots.
"What do you want to choose?"
"I just asked you if I didn't know."
"Well, I just want to choose someone who can concentrate on my studies..."
"Don't even think about it!" Xue Yayan pulled her away. "Aren't you afraid of thinking stupidly when you study every day? We must find a fun club to stay in to live up to our youth!"
Seeing Xue Yayan's fighting spirit, Jiang Xiaotian shook his head helplessly.
But she has always followed each other, and this time was no exception.
Knowing that Jiang Xiaotian had compromised, Xue Yayan smiled extra sweetly.
At that time, they did not expect that they would meet a boy soon, and because of that boy, their lives would be turned upside down.
Xue Yayan felt that her love had just begun.
The target is a boy in the club, the surname is Feng, and the single name is Yang.
Tall and thin, he was used to wearing gold-wire glasses to hide the arrogance in the depths of his black eyes.
His shirt and uniform are always ironed clean and flat, meticulously buttoned to the top, and his voice is low and pleasant when talking to people, not like a boy who is in a period of voice change.
Xue Yayan likes Feng Yang's appearance on the stage the most, with her long legs bent at will, singing love songs lazily in a charming tone.
At that time, Xue Yayan would feel that the guitar in the boy's arms was not a musical instrument, but a sharp weapon.
She could easily cut through her chest cavity and let her feel that warm blood was flowing out of her, accompanied by that violently beating heart.
Feng Yang is easy-going and Xue Yayan has a lively temperament, and the two quickly became acquainted.
The girl who usually looks at the big lala, but the first boy she likes is full of the little daughter's coquettish attitude, worrying about gains and losses, and dare not confess easily.
So no matter what she does with Feng Yang, Xue Yayan is used to dragging Jiang Xiaotian with her.
Usually go to the cafeteria to eat, go to the library after school to read, go out to the countryside on holidays, watch movies on the road... Xue Yayan has tried countless times to summon the courage to say "I like you" to Feng Yang, but every time she has the words on her lips She shrank back cowardly.
In such an uneasy mood, in a blink of an eye, they rose to the second year of high school.
Sophomore clubs are optional.
Jiang Xiaotian and Feng Yang, who were ranked in the top ten in their grades every time, were selected as representatives of the mathematics competition because of their excellent results in science, so naturally it was impossible to continue the same course.
All of a sudden, Xue Yayan was alone in the three-way trip.
She always felt abandoned.
Yang Xiaoxiao smiled when she heard her daughter complain.
"No wonder Xiao Tian came to find you yesterday and you didn't see it." She touched Xue Yayan's hair. "But think about it, Xiao Tian is so good. You grew up with her, aren't you happy for her?"
"Of course I'm happy for her, but she and Feng Yang..."
"Huh? What is Feng Yang?"
"It's nothing." Xue Yayan lowered her eyelids, covering her thoughts. "Mom, please leave me alone for a while."
After staring at his daughter for a long time, Yang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Then call Mom if you have anything, and remember to come down for dinner later."
"Okay."