Under the stage, half-grown boys and girls were sitting and lying down, grinning.
Jackson and Elena leaned together, "I didn't know Eddie was so funny." Jackson looked at the guy bowing on the stage. This Eddie just performed a talk show for almost an hour!
It was very strong and awesome. He complained about all the teachers in the school, including all the classmates present. Even though they knew that there was no malicious intention, everyone laughed and scolded each other and had a good time.
"You don't know many things!" Elena lowered her head slightly while sitting on the inflatable mattress together, pulling back the hair that was blown to her cheeks by the summer night breeze, and her white and neat teeth were exposed between her smiling lips, "You know that I In the dance club?”
Jackson looked at Elena, slightly lost in the scene for a moment, then blinked, "I don't know."
Elena pursed her lips, something flashed in her eyes, but immediately, she still smiled, "Now you know!" She stood up, "It's my turn." She tilted her head and straightened her clothes , raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, it's not ballet..."
The whistle came from outside the backyard. Jackson recognized Blake's car and looked at his watch. It was the agreed time to pick him up.
Jackson stood up, pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, but still grabbed Elena who was about to go behind the stage to prepare, "Elena, I have to leave, my driver is here to pick me up."
Elena opened her mouth, and the emotion that had just appeared flashed through again, but she immediately smiled again, "So early? There will be a graduation commemorative video shown later, and the whole age group will do it together~"
Jackson frowned. He didn't remember that he was invited to join in this 'all-ages' video. But obviously this was not the time to think about these small issues. Jackson looked into Elena's eyes, hesitated, and said the same thing. "I have to leave, my driver is waiting for me."
Elena nodded her head slightly and lowered her eyes, "Then go quickly."
The whistle sounded again, and people behind the stage began to urge Elena. Jackson felt a little irritated and looked around. I saw someone taking a video, probably to record this real 'graduation ceremony'.
When Elena turned around again, Jackson pulled her back, "Elena." Jackson looked at the person recording the video, "Is that recording today's performance?"
Elena took a look and nodded.
"Then make a copy for me." Jackson put on an unnatural smile, "I think your dance must be very beautiful."
The corners of Elena's mouth curved uncontrollably, and she nodded, her eyes shining. "Okay." Elena's smile was many times more natural than Jackson's, "It's done, I'll tell you." She thought of something again, and she didn't feel natural anymore, "We can make an appointment to meet, I Give you one."
After graduation, you know, you can’t meet me every day in school. This is an implicit way of saying 'find some time to go on a date alone' that most boys and girls don't even realize.
"Okay." Jackson seemed to have thought of something. He nodded, not wanting to feel the little restlessness yet. The whistle and the call for Elena sounded at the same time, and the surrounding students began to urge them. They were still waiting for the next performance!
Jackson took one last look at Elena who turned to walk backstage, pursed her lips, and instead of packing up the things he paid for, he bent over and walked around the stage. Walked out of the backyard.
"You came on time." Jackson sat in the passenger seat and frowned, not even bothering to look at Blake.
Blake raised his eyebrows, watching the boy tugging at the seat belt and twitching the corners of his mouth as if he had some resentment. "How's it going? Are you having fun?"
Jackson twitched his lips, not wanting to answer, "Drive!"
Blake turned his head to the side, stopped asking, took the steering wheel and drove towards the northeast.
Without warning, "Do you remember the first time you had feelings for a girl?"
Blake's eyes twitched and he turned his head slightly to look at Jackson who was looking straight ahead and asked this question seriously. In every sense, this was not an appropriate question for Blake.
Without waiting for a reply, Jackson frowned and turned to look at Blake, who had a complicated expression on his face. He was a little surprised, "You don't remember?" Jackson shook his head as if in contempt, "How many girls have you liked? Can’t remember the first one.”
Blake was only twenty-two years old, which was a perfectly reasonable contempt.
Blake laughed awkwardly and slightly changed the subject of the conversation to something he was comfortable with, "Are you talking about discovering the feeling of falling in love with someone else for the first time?"
Jackson obviously wouldn't notice that 'girl' had become something much broader.
He turned his head and looked at the road ahead illuminated by the car lights, "I didn't say I like..." completely denying the word he just mentioned, "I mean, I have feelings and good feelings, no." I like it." He emphasized something that he didn't even know the difference between.
"Okay, okay." Blake had already put aside his momentary gaffe, "You said you have a good impression, right? What does it feel like?" Blake pursed his lips with a smile and thought for a while, "I just want to be with... Together." Blake went on to use the broader title.
After waiting for a while, Jackson didn't respond. Blake turned his head, only to see Jackson lowering his head and twiddling his fingers without knowing what he was thinking.
Blake thought about it again and guessed that it was because he had just graduated. It was not easy to see each other. He added, "Look for reasons to be together, borrow things, find topics to talk about, participate in activities together, etc., anyway, look for everything possible." The reason is this.”
A very important question was ignored. Blake raised his eyebrows, "What about the other person? Does he have a good impression of you?"
Jackson turned his head and glanced at Blake, "I think..." He paused, "She's the one who makes all kinds of excuses."
"Oh." Blake raised an eyebrow. It turned out that he asked the wrong question, "What about you? How does it feel to be with her?"
"It's very pleasant and feels good." Jackson pursed his lips. "Being with her feels very relaxed and comfortable. It's not like other people who can't arouse interest."
Blake smiled, "That's the same thing, you do want to be with the other person and you like her."
"I have a good impression." Jackson twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing what the point of emphasizing this was. He must be shy.
Blake smiled and shook his head, "So what are you going to do?"
"How about what?" Jackson frowned. This was another thing that Jackson hadn't thought about.
Blake shrugged, "You are a boy. It seems that she is the one taking the initiative. Can you comfortably be the one being pursued?" This was the senior teasing the junior, and Blake got playful.
Jackson seemed to realize something. He made a sound and looked sideways out the window. "Of course not. I should be the one who takes the initiative."
Looking at the night scene outside the window, he was already thinking about what reason he should find to ask Elena out again after getting the video tape.
Wish him good luck. (..)