Yu Zhuo was full of confidence.
After arriving at school, Qi Ying separated from him. When I entered the classroom, most of the classmates had already arrived. There were all chatting, reading and rushing homework. She took off the schoolbag and was putting books on the desk. Something was blocking it.
Qi Ying reached in and touched, and found two cool boxes.
I took it out curiously and saw a piece of mango mousse and a piece of matcha cake.
I don't know when I put it in, the surface of the box is slightly condensed, and it feels cool.
She held the box and blinked, pursing the corners of her lips and smiling sweetly.
…
After the second get out of class, Yu Zhuo pretended to go to the bathroom and ran to the second floor of high school. After passing the classroom of Class 9, he saw that the class was almost empty. There were still a few students packing their things and they seemed to be leaving soon. .
He knew that Ji Rang was sitting in the last row by the window.
As soon as the last few students left, they immediately sneaked in through the back door with their waists down, and went straight to Ji Rang's seat.
The desks are bare, there is nothing, the same is true inside the desks. He took the envelope out of his trouser pocket and carefully stuffed it into the desk.
You're done, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he turned to leave.
Looking up, the two girls stood arm in arm at the back door of the classroom, staring at him dumbfounded.
Yu Zhuo ran away, but he didn't forget to cover his face with his hands.
In the morning, Haicheng No. 1 Middle School spread that there was a boy who gave Ji Rangsai a love letter, who was still a freshman in the first year of high school.
Yu Zhuo:...
In the classroom of Class Nine, Ji Rang sweaty after finishing his physical education class, sat on his seat with Erlang's legs tilted, looking at the letter on the desk with complicated eyes.
The eyes of a few people around were wide-brazed, and Qu Dazhuang worshiped: "Brother, take a look! I haven't received a love letter from a boy yet, what kind of one?"
Was kicked by Liu Haiyang: "You fucking didn't even receive a girl's love letter, okay!"
Ji Rang sneered and picked up the envelope, intending to tear it directly. It feels strange when it touches the hand, not like a letter.
He opened it at will and glanced inside.
After seeing what it was, his nonchalant expression suddenly changed.
The people around shuddered.
Ji Rang's face was gloomy, his thin lips stretched into a line, and he pinched the envelope and left the classroom without saying a word.
As soon as Qi Ying walked to this end of the corridor, she saw Ji Rang coming out from the back door of the classroom and walking upstairs. The long-legged step is large, and one step can be up to two steps. Qi Ying can't do it. It takes a trot all the way to keep up.
Climbed three flights of stairs, panting with exhaustion.
Ji Rang didn't know that someone was behind him. At first he thought he was going upstairs, so he didn't bother to look back. All the way to the rooftop, the slight gasping voice followed, and he turned around impatiently and saw Qi Ying, a few steps behind him, holding on to the railing and dying of exhaustion.
His pupils opened, and his fingers trembling slightly while holding the envelope, he asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing with Lao Tzu?"
Qi Ying looked at him baffledly, really wronged.
She didn't want to follow him to climb so many floors, but she couldn't catch up with him, she couldn't catch up, and she couldn't shout.
The class bell rang harshly, Ji Rang frowned and said, "Go back to class."
Qi Ying slowed down for a while, and finally did not pant so much, loosened the railing and continued to walk up.
Ji Rang gritted his teeth: "Let you go back to class, did you hear me!"
Qi Ying walked up to the steps in front of him and raised his head slightly. He was still panting, and his lips were red. I don't know if it is because of sweating from running, Ji Rang always feels that the faint strawberry fragrance on her body is stronger.
It made him impetuous.
Qi Ying stretched out his hand towards him.
In the palm of his hand, lies a strawberry-flavored gummy candy.
His heart banged twice, like hitting the head of a drum, and the remaining sound echoed back and forth in his body.
After a long time, I found my voice: "You follow me, just want to give me this?"
She tilted her head and smiled sweetly at him, her starlike eyes seemed to say: Yes.
Ji Rang stared at the strawberry candy.
Because the palm temperature is too high, the sugar melts and the sweet strawberry flavor evaporates in the air.
He whispered: "I don't like candy."
The white palm showed a light pink color, and the fingers were white and thin, and the small Xuan'er with soft fingers could be seen.
After a long while, he stretched out his hand, took the candy, tore open the wrapping paper, and put it in his mouth.
Too sweet.
But somehow he calmed down his violent mood.
When Qi Ying saw that he had eaten candy, his eyes were bent happily, and he looked at his watch again, and found that it was already in class, with a mouth open, waved at him quickly, turned around and ran.
Ji Rang shouted: "Run slower!"
The sound of dadada's footsteps quickly disappeared in the corridor, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of him eating candy.
The door leading to the rooftop was locked, but he had already obtained the key mold and matched it himself. Opening the lock, a cool wind blew towards you.
After Ji Rang finished eating strawberry candy, his tongue rolled around in his mouth, then he took out his mobile phone and calmly called Ji Qian.
It was quickly connected. Ji Qian hadn't spoken yet, so he asked quietly, "What do you mean?"
Ji Qian was silent for a while before saying, "That picture has been kept in my second uncle's wallet."
Ji Rang sneered and sneered, "So? What do you want to prove? Is he nostalgic? Or is he guilty?"
Ji Qian sighed: "Don't get angry at me. You think I want to take this errand to tell you this? It's just that I can contact you in the whole family. Isn't it no way? You don't want to come back. Said you blacked me out."
Ji Rang's tone was light: "I'm hanging up."
Ji Qian paused, but still couldn't hold back, taking advantage of the last second of hanging up the line, he shouted: "Agen, Grandpa went into a coma again yesterday, and kept calling your name during the rescue."
There was a long silence on the phone, until Ji Qian thought he was gone. She tentatively shouted: "Ajean?"
For a long time, I heard the sneer on the other end of the phone: "Did you forget? He didn't recognize me." He laughed lowly: "It's your Ji family, who doesn't recognize me as a murderer.
The breathing on the phone became thicker. Ji Qian took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice, "No one thinks you are..."
The words were not finished, but Ji Rang's impatient cold voice interrupted: "Okay, don't bother Laozi with these things."
He hung up the phone.
The strawberry smell in his mouth has faded a lot, and the violent mood that had been suppressed has surfaced again. Like a barbed hook, from bottom to top, tearing his internal organs.
He squatted down slowly while holding on to the railing. The wind on the roof made his loose school uniform roar, and his voice was low, as if to say to himself: "I'll take it easy, it's all right."
Mixed readings came from the classroom downstairs.
After a long time, he stood up.
The pain and hostility in the eyes were concealed, and only indifferent indifference remained.
The teaching building was empty. Class had been in for twenty minutes. He didn't call a report, and he entered directly from the back door of the classroom. The teacher stood on the podium furiously, "Ji Rang! Don't come in if you don't want to go to class! It will influence other students to listen to the class!"
He turned a deaf ear, walked back to his seat without saying a word, and took out the freshman math book from his bag.
I flattened the corners of the photo I had been pinching in my hand, and clamped it into the page of the book.
On that page, a girl with a ponytail and a little strawberry are painted.