Xue Xue took Jiang Xiaotian into his room.
Jiang Xiaotian used to come here often, especially before the high school entrance examination, she would go to Xue's house every once in a while to make up lessons for Xue Yayan. Later, Xue Yayan was successfully admitted to the Beijing Second High School, and most of the credit went to Jiang Xiaotian, who always took the trouble to draw her key points and explain wrong topics.
But now, Jiang Xiaotian has a feeling as if from another world.
It is clearly the same arrangement and decoration, but it seems to be facing another person in a different space.
"Shall I pour you a glass of clear juice?" Seeing Jiang Xiaotian's dismayed look, Xue Xue waved his hand in front of her. "Xiao Tian?"
Jiang Xiaotian came back to his senses.
"No, no need." She shook the thermos bottle in her hand. "I can't drink ice now."
Xue Xue understood.
"Okay, then..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Speak?"
Xue Xue opened the door and saw Yang Xiaoxiao standing outside with freshly cut fruit.
"You talk slowly, and the heat will turn off the air conditioner."
Xue Xue, who took the fruit plate, nodded obediently.
Yang Xiaoxiao glanced at the tips of her still wet hair.
"Remember to blow dry your hair first."
"Know it."
As soon as Yang Xiaoxiao left, Xue Xue immediately closed the door.
"My mother cut fruit for us, and it's not even iced. Let's eat it together." After putting the plate on the desk, Xue Xue went to close the window and turn on the air conditioner. "The weather is really going to be deadly hot, but I turned on the air conditioner before my hair was dried. My mother knew that I would have to train again. Fortunately, you came here."
Xue Xue turned back and smiled brightly at Jiang Xiaotian.
"Secret, don't secretly make a small report to my mother."
Jiang Xiaotian blinked.
Xue Xue's natural attitude made her relax unconsciously.
As if nothing happened, nothing changed.
"It's not good." Seeing Xue Xue holding a piece of pineapple in his mouth like a normal person, who was standing at the air outlet of the air conditioner, Jiang Xiaotian suddenly said, "How about I blow it for you?"
Jiang Xiaotian has a pair of dexterous hands.
Whether it's cooking, massaging, or blowing your hair, you can't beat the professionals.
In the past, Xue Yayan was the one who enjoyed the most benefits of Jiang Xiaotian's craftsmanship.
Although Jiang Xiaotian returned to a stand-alone life after going to college from Xiao Yao to Nanjiang, due to his personality and habits, Jiang Xiaotian who lives alone feels a little more refined than Xue Yayan.
Xue Yayan spent most of her time taking care of her appearance. She had to live by it in life, and with her parents around, she didn't need to worry about anything at all.
So many times, many things are done by Jiang Xiaotian for her.
"Okay."
Hair dryer turned off.
Xue Xue stared at herself in the mirror, her long black and straight hair was very beautiful.
"Do you think..."
"Um?"
"How about I go dye my hair?"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaotian's reeling action stopped.
"Why do you suddenly want to dye your hair?"
"Ah, I got it." Xue Xue turned to look at her. "It seems that many people went to dye their hair after the college entrance examination. I thought that maybe I should give it a try. After all, I have to enter another stage of my life. Saying goodbye to the past still has some sense of ceremony."
Xue Xue said these words without any other meaning. She didn't expect Jiang Xiaotian's face to change suddenly. Before she could react, she bent down seriously and apologized with a serious expression and tone.
"I am sorry."
"… what?"
"Feng Yang said that he misunderstood you." Jiang Xiaotian's voice was low. "I misunderstood you too."
Blinking hard, she repeated it again.
"I am sorry!"
Only then did Xue Xue understand that it turned out that Feng Yang had already found out who was behind it.
However, in this matter, Xue Yayan was really innocent if she wanted to say that she was innocent, but if she said she was completely innocent, it was actually open to question.
After all, it was a fact that she didn't reply to Jiang Laina, but no one except Xue Yayan herself knew what she was thinking at the moment.
Silence is sometimes a form of support.
It's just that Xue Xue combined with the memory of Feng Yang's anger in his previous life when he came to Xue Yayan to settle the account, and judged that the other party should not be so crazy.
As for the truth, after all, it is buried in the years.
"who is it?"
She asked, but Jiang Xiaotian shook her head unexpectedly.
"I don't know, Feng Yang and I said that the other party has two brushes, and there is no way to find out the location." She paused. "Yanyan, do you still blame me?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaotian's choked voice, Xue Xue took back her thoughts.
She held each other's hand.
"It's not your fault."
"Really?"
There were faint tears in Jiang Xiaotian's eyes.
So face to face, watching closely, Xue Xue realized that Jiang Xiaotian has a pair of very beautiful eyes.
Different from Xue Yayan's bright and agile eyes, Jiang Xiaotian's eyes are light-colored, clear and clean, and they can see the bottom at a glance, like a handful of clear water picked up in a hot summer, with a refreshing coolness.
Xue Xue seemed to understand a little, why Feng Yang liked Jiang Xiaotian.
Or should I say, no one would dislike such a girl.
Clean enough, transparent enough, brave enough and intelligent enough to be with him, not just a weak dodder or a good-looking ornamental fish.
Jiang Xiaotian was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Xue Xue.
She was about to say something to ease the atmosphere when she was hugged.
"Really." Xue Xue could fully empathize with the impulse dominated by instinct at this moment. "It's me who should say sorry, Xiao Tian."
"Don't say that." Hesitantly put his hand on Xue Xue's back, Jiang Xiaotian said warmly: "You have nothing to apologize for, it's me and Feng Yang..."
"I wish you He Fengyang."