Wen Yihong grabbed Ye Ruixi's two hands, and rubbed...underpants up, down, left, and right. Because the quantity is a bit large, it took a little while to wash.
The most tiring one was not Wen Yihong, even though he basically took care of all the procedures, but because Wen Yihong squatted behind Ye Ruixi during the whole process, Ye Ruixi could only straighten his back and stretch his legs in order not to lean against Wen Yihong's arms. He lifted his hand and kept it stiffly for dozens of minutes.
After finally finishing washing, Wen Yihong left from Ye Ruixi's back, got up and walked to the bed, looking at Zhang Heng who was in a deep sleep.
In the car before, Zhang Heng told him that the person he likes is Gu Zhun, not Ye Ruixi. Of course, Wen Yihong didn't ask him directly if he likes Ye Ruixi.
It's just that Ye Ruixi likes Zhang Heng... Wen Yihong thought so.
In fact, the three of them misunderstood each other...
Seven years ago, Zhang Heng left China and boarded an American plane.
Studying in American schools is of course all English teaching. Zhang Heng, who was a scumbag in China's exam-oriented education, seems to have been reborn in the United States... After all, the high school curriculum in the United States is still relatively simple compared to China.
Therefore, Zhang Heng was easily admitted to the first choice university that his family wanted him to attend.
Then Zhang Heng also met Wen Yihong and Ye Ruixi, who were also Chinese students studying in the United States, but they met at different times.
Zhang Heng was the first to know Wen Yihong.
That was when Zhang Heng was just a freshman, and Zhang Heng was not very familiar with this school, especially in American universities, everything is very different from Chinese universities—that’s what the light at four o’clock in the morning at Harvard means...
Zhang Heng came to the classroom very early one day, so early that even his American classmates couldn’t believe it—he came to the classroom at 4:30, carrying a dry square bag, in the cold winter, braving the snow , came to the teacher.
Zhang Heng stepped into the classroom and saw that there was still a light on in the classroom, but because the light from the light was warm yellow, it looked a bit dim. What I saw in the dim light was a man, different from the blond, blue-eyed, black-skinned American Zhang Heng had seen in the past few days—
The thin black bangs are a bit long because the owner of the hair is looking down at the book, which happens to cover the eyes. The man was wearing a heavy coat with fluff and a large scarf around his neck. He wore woolen gloves on both hands, and turned the pages of the book awkwardly.
Because at 4:30 in the morning, the teachers hadn't gone to work yet, so naturally they wouldn't turn on the heating in the classroom.
Zhang Heng walked over, the sound of walking footsteps was particularly crisp in the silent night—
The man stopped and continued to turn the next page, looked up and looked at Zhang Heng.
"Are you also self-study?" Wen Yihong asked first.
Zhang Heng nodded embarrassingly—indicating that he, like Wen Yihong, came here specially because he couldn't keep up with the schedule.
However, Wen Yihong replied to Zhang Heng in this way-"The habit of getting up early in high school can't be changed, so I have to come here, and I will disturb my roommates in the dormitory."
"..."
Zhang Heng sat down next to Wen Yihong.
Zhang Heng glanced at the book Wen Yihong was reading, and it turned out that it was not a textbook or supplementary book, but a thick literary work.
Zhang Heng felt ashamed, but still honestly took out the textbooks from his bag, and gnawed at them one by one—but some of the words on them were very long, really obscure and difficult to understand!
Even so, Zhang Heng still bit the bullet and checked the bilingual dictionary word by word.
Well, in a few minutes, another term from another discipline field came up, this time it is really...
Therefore, Zhang Heng gently pushed the book over to ask Wen Yihong for advice. After all, everyone is Chinese, and they would not laugh at their "uneducated" like Americans.
Wen Yihong felt a foreign object poking his elbow, so he left his book and saw the English book pushed by Zhang Heng, with a word circled in red pen on it——
Wen Yihong didn't choose to answer, because answering questions in the silence of the night always felt weirder.
He picked up his black pen and wrote the Chinese meaning of the word next to it.
After Zhang Heng read it, an article immediately became clear—it turned out that this article was about new discoveries in medicine... who knows those terms!
Zhang Heng tore a piece of paper from his draft book, on which was written—
[Thank you, classmate. Classmate, are you Chinese? you are china
Which province? My name is Zhang Heng, hello.]
Wen Yihong took the note, looked at the words on it, and returned to—
[No thanks. My name is Wen Yihong, hello. I am from province X.]
"My countryman!"
When the fellow villagers saw the fellow villagers, their eyes were full of tears. Zhang Heng hugged Wen Yihong as soon as he was excited. Wen Yihong looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't lose his temper. He just smiled angrily and pushed Zhang Heng away. At the end, she said softly, "If you miss home, you can come to my house for dinner. My sister's family immigrated to the United States, and she cooks good hometown food."
Zhang Heng was pushed away, but after hearing Wen Yihong's enthusiasm, he hugged Wen Yihong again because he was moved. Zhang Heng desperately rubbed against Wen Yihong, causing Wen Yihong's glasses to be tilted to one side.
Zhang Heng didn't mean anything else to Wen Yihong, he just thought it was a way of expressing friendship between two boys - like clapping hands, slapping buttocks when scoring a goal...
Wen Yihong followed Zhang Heng in this way.
Wen Yihong naturally knew the excitement and touch of Zhang Heng finding an organization in an unfamiliar place.
Since then, Zhang Heng often went to Wen Yihong's sister's house to have dinner. As time passed, Wen Yihong and Zhang Heng became more and more acquainted.
When he was a sophomore, Wen Yihong simply suggested: "Why don't you just move to my dormitory. I am the only one in my dormitory now, and all three roommates have gone out to rent a room with their girlfriends."
The American school they are in has a rule - once they move out, it means rejecting the school's accommodation, so even if something happens in the future, the school will not provide them with a dormitory again
So he is indeed the only one in Wen Yihong's dormitory now, and if no freshmen move in in the future, then he will also be alone.
Zhang Heng couldn't stand the guy in the same dormitory who wore a thick necklace and smoked a cigar all day long, trying to pretend to be rich in front of Zhang Heng, who is a Chinese. Some people can't take it anymore.
Hearing Wen Yihong's invitation like this, of course he accepted it with great joy.
Soon Zhang Heng moved into Wen Yihong's dormitory and lived with Wen Yihong.
Then the two began to eat together in class. Although the two China Boys are very handsome, but such handsome two people always walk together. In the open-minded America, the blonde beauty thinks that there is something wrong with the two of them. , so I dare not say that I am asking for trouble and boldly invite the two to go somewhere.
One day, when the two of them were walking back to the dormitory, they felt a coolness behind them for no reason. This coolness is not the usual curiosity and gaze of the blond American female classmate, but a different kind of gaze, and Zhang Heng feels it most frequently.
Wen Yihong decided that in order to understand this strange sight, he took Zhang Heng's hand at a corner and turned into a restaurant next to the school cafeteria, and sat on the sofa in the corner.
Waiting for the master of the chill behind to appear.
Sure enough, a strange man appeared at the door. He was unknown to Zhang Heng and Wen Yihong—but he was black-haired and yellow-skinned—Asian just like them.
Although the person standing at the door was a little smaller than Zhang Heng and Wen Yihong, his eyes seemed to be able to eat people.
He looked around the store trying to find Zhang Heng and Wen Yihong—because he had clearly seen them turning in here just now.
Finally, he noticed two black-haired guests, who were rare in this blonde country, sitting on the sofa in the corner.
he walked over.
When he walked to the table, Wen Yihong raised his eyes to meet his gaze. The man's ears and cheeks were reddened by Wen Yihong's gaze, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
In the end, he didn't know whether it was because of the cold weather or because of himself, even the snot came out from his nose.
Wen Yihong smiled dotingly—but to this man, it looked like he was laughing at him.
Zhang Heng took out the napkin prepared by the store from the table and handed it to him. The man took it angrily, but still obediently wiped his nose.
then-
"Zhang Heng! I want to challenge you!"
"... who are you?" Also, why
Zhang Heng was a little baffled, in fact, not only Zhang Heng was baffled, but Wen Yihong was also baffled.
The man introduced himself: "My name is Ye Ruixi. Do you accept my challenge?!"
"Why?" Zhang Heng is also principled. He doesn't want to single out for no reason, although it's just because he has done enough duels with others in junior high school—basically for Gu Zhun. ,
Ye Ruixi unconsciously turned his gaze to Wen Yihong, Wen Yihong didn't notice, but Zhang Heng did.
Is this kid here for Wen Yihong? But what does it matter if you challenge yourself
Zhang Heng couldn't figure it out after all, he just knew that Ye Ruixi might have other "plans" for Wen Yihong.
Ye Ruixi just replied: "Let's compare calligraphy! I heard that you won the first place in the calligraphy competition a few weeks ago!"
"..." Is this kid out of his mind
Although the university they studied in has good teachers and a good reputation, it is impossible for foreign children, especially Chinese children, who can come here to study without a little strong economic strength as the backing.
Therefore, the university they are studying in actually has very few Chinese students. Therefore, Zhang Heng came out on top by relying on the cursive calligraphy that he had been taught by his grandfather...
Anyway, they don't really know what to write, anyway, it's just flying around...
Not to mention whether Zhang Heng agreed to Ye Ruixi's challenge invitation, after that, Ye Ruixi could be seen wandering around Zhang Heng every time, clamoring for a one-on-one challenge with Zhang Heng.
Of course, wherever Zhang Heng is, there will always be a Wen Yihong standing next to him with a smile, watching Ye Ruixi pull Zhang Heng to a duel with him, and then watching how Zhang Heng refuses helplessly, whether it is tough or soft, In the end, I forgot it—compared with him time and time again...
After that, the two-person group became a three-person group, and it didn't look so strange in the eyes of other female students - it seemed that they were just really like a brotherhood in traditional Chinese culture...
Later, for some reason, Ye Ruixi also moved into the dormitory where Wen Yihong and Zhang Heng lived together—another person was added to the dormitory.
After that, the relationship between the three became closer.
Although they became close and became roommates in the same dormitory, Ye Ruixi still insisted on pulling Zhang Heng to compare this to that. Calligraphy is still second, followed by who can shoot the most shots in one minute, who can eat super spicy ramen, who can eat fast, how much can he jump in long jump, how fast can he run - even, how tall can he grow in a year...
Wen Yihong saw it, and thought that the two of them were in love and killed each other. Ye Ruixi liked Zhang Heng, but he didn't dare to say it outright, so he could only approach Zhang Heng quietly in the name of heads-up and competition, and stayed even more with Zhang Heng. longer. As for Zhang Heng's attitude and thoughts towards Ye Ruixi, Wen Yihong was unclear at that time.
I just know that Zhang Heng doesn't hate Ye Ruixi, but whether he likes it or not is another matter.
However, Wen Yihong is so kind. He often persuades Zhang Heng to spare time to compete with Ye Ruixi. Although Ye Ruixi always loses or draws, Ye Ruixi just refuses to give up.
With Wen Yihong around to persuade, Zhang Heng could only accompany him.
Thanks to this, the three of them are excellent in all aspects such as sports and culture.
Until, four years later, Ye Ruixi still often singled out Zhang Heng, although the frequency was not as high as before.
However, Wen Yihong thought that Ye Ruixi liked Zhang Heng, but he didn't think that maybe Ye Ruixi liked him so he pretended to stay with Wen Yihong longer in the name of challenging Zhang Heng
Ye Ruixi also misunderstood the same, he thought that Wen Yihong and Zhang Heng liked each other, even though he didn't know who liked whom first.
The only one who guessed correctly was Zhang Heng—he thought that Wen Yihong and Ye Ruixi had a great future as a CP.
The camera zooms back to reality—
Wen Yihong still doesn't know what he really thinks.
Ye Ruixi finished drying her clothes, walked out, and saw Wen Yihong looking at Zhang Heng who was sleeping in bed.
how to say? Anyway, I don't feel that way in my heart—
It's jealousy... It's jealousy... It's jealousy...
The author has something to say: Why is it less than 4000
Please, get to 4000! Look at how hard your writers work...
(end of this chapter)