Chasing Summer

In this world, how could there be such a boring person as Chi Yao? ? ?

He was so bored that he deliberately changed the game ID to humiliate her.

At noon the next day, Lin Zhexia went to Chi Yao's house after dinner to denounce: "You changed the name of the game, now, immediately, immediately."

Chi Yao was picking up water in the kitchen, the boy held the glass and said nonchalantly, "Yes."

Just when she was thinking about how Chi Yao was so talkative today, she heard him say the second half of the sentence:

"The name change card is five yuan each, and I will change it immediately after paying."

"..."

"Why don't you talk anymore?"

"..."

He continued to ask in a calm voice, "WeChat or Alipay."

"..."

"Cash is also acceptable," Chi Yao stretched out a hand, leaned slightly towards her and said, "Pay."

Lin Zhexia looked at his hands, and said after a silence: "Actually, I suddenly felt that the name "Little Pig Falling into the Water" is good, so you can use it."

"Pigs are also cute."

Because she refused to pay the five yuan, Lin Zhexia quickly changed the topic.

A few minutes later, she huddled on the sofa, covered her blanket, swiped her phone with her head down, and changed the subject while swiping: "I bought something, filled in your address, and I will arrive in a few days Take it for me, remember to keep it secret, this is a secret between me and you."

Chi Yao: "Please."

"please."

"'you'?"

"No, please, the most handsome guy in the world."

"Isn't my mother's birthday coming soon?" she went on to say, "The gift I prepared for her is to give her a surprise. If it is revealed in advance, it will not be a surprise."

Lin He's birthday is next week.

Lin Zhexia would prepare some small gifts for her every year, and Chi Yao didn't ask any more questions.

Since Lin Zhexia was still new to the game, during the few days waiting for the courier, the two would occasionally double row together.

After a few days, Lin Zhexia has a better understanding of this game, and occasionally can play some operations, so that it will not delay Yao's hind legs.

During the period, a girl from the same class that Lin Zhexia was not very familiar with sent a request to join the team: You also play this game, let's play the game together~

"I have a classmate who wants to play with me," Lin Zhexia said lying on Chi Yao's sofa, "Did I pull her?"

Chi Yao didn't respond.

Lin Zhexia clicked "Agree".

Seeing that classmates are also online, it is normal to join in and play together.

The girl's voice came from the team: "Hi, Xia Xia."

Lin Zhexia also greeted her.

Chi Yao didn't turn on the mic, and was silent the whole time like a companion who came to take the flight.

Girl in the same class: "Why is there another person who doesn't speak?"

Lin Zhexia: "Don't worry, he's dumb."

"what?"

Anyway, Chi Yao didn't open the microphone, so Lin Zhexia casually labeled him: "His phone was broken, and his family was poor. It will take a while before he can get another phone that can make calls."

"..."

A game is over soon.

After the girl lay down with him, she sighed before leaving: "Your friend is so strong."

Then, she asked again: "Is this someone from our class? I don't seem to have added friends."

Lin Zhexia was silent for a while, not knowing what to tell her, but the person who played games with her was Chi Yao from that class.

In the end, she could only say: "...not in our class."

A few days later, the courier came to deliver the courier: "Is that you, Chi Yao, stupid pig? Sign for it, and sign here."

The package is not big and very light.

Chi Yao just woke up, and took the pen from the courier without expression.

When the courier left, he closed the door, pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and said "childish" in a low voice.

In order to prepare gifts for Lin He, Lin Zhexia always pays attention to the logistics dynamics.

She stepped on her slippers and ran to Chi Yao's house: "Did my things arrive—"

"Here we are," Chi Yao was about to go back to the room to catch up on sleep, and stood at the door to warn her before turning around, "Next time you choose such a messy recipient name, don't blame me for throwing your things out one day."

Lin Zhexia: "You change your name first and scold me."

Chi Yao: "Which word did I scold you?"

"Your scolding style is not as open and aboveboard as mine," Lin Zhexia said, "Although you didn't use a single dirty word, you just scolded me."

Chi Yao sneered: "Do I still have to praise your candid style?"

"It's easy to say," Lin Zhexia waved his hand, "I'm such an open-minded person."

After finishing speaking, she squatted at the porch of Chi Yao's house to unpack the courier, and then solemnly took it out...

A ball of yarn.

In addition to the wool, there were a few very thin wooden needles, and a booklet that said "Scarf Knitting Tutorial" on the cover.

Lin He couldn't find out that she was knitting a scarf, so Lin Zhexia could only hide in Chi Yao's house and weave secretly.

At first she shouted excitedly: "This gift from me is not bad. It is practical and innovative. I am like her little padded jacket. When I finish knitting it, it will keep her warm all winter."

The enthusiasm dissipated within three days.

Because the scarf really is.

Very, difficult, weave.

She has poor hands-on ability since she was a child. She used to have to hand in plaster homework in labor skills class. She worked hard for a week and finally begged Chi Yao to help her finish it and hand it in.

Not to mention the delicate work of weaving scarves.

In the video tutorials she watched, people can finish knitting in two or three strokes, but her hand is like a malfunctioning mechanical arm, which doesn't listen at all.

The video tutorial is playing in a loop: "Knit up...the first stitch is not knitting, put the thread on the right needle, and the right needle picks the second stitch back from the left needle to the right needle..."

"..."

Math problems seem to be easier than this.

Lin Zhexia listened to it once, pulled back the progress bar silently, and started playing again: "Start the needle..."

She sat on the carpet with **** of yarn at her feet.

Chi Yao was lying on the sofa taking a nap, still covered with her blanket.

The black sweater on the young man and her small blanket with floral patterns formed a unique collision, which was abrupt and subtly natural.

The air conditioner is on in the room, and the heating is sufficient.

The person on the sofa slowly opened his eyes after hearing the line "raise the needle" for the fifth time.

"Lin Zhexia."

Lin Zhexia was getting dizzy from the tutorial, and had no time to talk to him: "What are you doing?"

Chi Yao raised a hand, covered his eyebrows and eyes, and asked in disbelief, "You haven't learned yet?"

Lin Zhexia replied angrily: "I've only read it for the fifth time, it's very difficult, okay?"

"Is it difficult?"

He said: "Five times, I have heard everything."

Lin Zhexia put down the needle and thread in her hand, looked at him, and imitated him and asked in the same tone: "Are you awake?"

"If you haven't woken up, I suggest you continue to sleep. It's not a dream now. Don't pretend to be forceful, or you will be struck by lightning."

Chi Yao grabbed a handful of hair, then sat up.

One of him and Lin Zhexia sat on the sofa, and the other sat cross-legged on the ground.

Lin Zhexia raised her head, and this perspective stretched his legs longer. She looked up and saw his thin jaw and his Adam's apple that moved slightly when he spoke.

The boy's voice was sleepy: "Give me the needle and thread."

…

Is this really an attempt to pretend?

Lin Zhexia gritted her teeth.

I don't believe that he fell asleep at all, just listen to it.

"You do what you want," she handed over the messy knitting yarn in her hand, "I'll see how you knit."

Chi Yao took the ball of wool and unwrapped all the parts she knit.

After taking out the needle thread again, he hooked the thin needle thread with his fingers, adjusted his gestures, and then moved a few fingers at random in coordination, and actually succeeded in stitching.

He groped while knitting, and he was not proficient twice in the middle. After withdrawing the needle and knitting again, he quickly finished knitting a row.

The beige wool is wrapped neatly and orderly, which is almost the same as that shown in the tutorial.

Chi Yao raised his eyelids slightly: "Did you see it?"

"..."

After a while, Lin Zhexia didn't want to admit it, and said, "I can't see it, I'm blind."

Hearing this, Chi Yao paused for a moment.

Then he stood up, stepped on the slippers and squatted down in front of her—with this person's height, even if the two of them squatted together, their eyes still couldn't be at the same level. He stuffed the needle and thread into her hand: "Take it."

As Chi Yao squatted, Lin Zhexia's eyes fell on the man's open collar again.

She held the needle and thread in a daze, and said, "And then."

Chi Yao reached out to help her adjust her posture: "Then I'll teach you, little blind man."

Weaving a scarf can only be taught by hand.

The boy put his finger on her hand, leading her to hook the thread.

Chi Yao's fingers are longer than hers, and they can completely cover hers after stacking them up. This is more direct and longer than any previous contact between the two of them.

When she made a mistake, Chi Yao would lightly tap her knuckles with his fingertips.

"Blind people like you can't see with your eyes, and you should be more sensitive in other places," he said, "remember the movements yourself."

Lin Zhexia said that she was blind, which was completely nonsense.

But now she really has a wonderful feeling that she can't even describe.

It seems to be somewhat similar to the blind man.

Because she really felt that the things she saw in her eyes were gradually skipped, while other feelings were infinitely magnified.

The temperature of the opponent's hand.

The subtle movements when he squeezed her fingers lightly and hard.

…

Even, it is clear and shallow breathing.

Lin Zhexia's fingers became more and more stiff, and she even forgot the movements that she could remember.

The air seemed to stop flowing.

She was a little at a loss in the stagnant atmosphere.

Until Chi Yao realized that she had been hooking the wrong needle, and stopped.

Lin Zhexia captured the moment when she was able to breathe, and broke the atmosphere by saying, "You...you really haven't learned it secretly."

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows in confusion, as if asking why he wanted to learn secretly.

Lin Zhexia said slowly: "Because you want to show off your superb scarf weaving skills in front of me, and take pleasure in crushing me."

After listening to her words, Chi Yao was silent for two seconds.

Then he said, "I learned it."

"I've been knitting scarves in a textile factory since I was one year old."

"From the age of three, he can weave fifty pieces a day. He is an excellent employee in the factory."

"How about this answer," Chi Yao said, "If you are not satisfied, I will change it."

"..."

Lin Zhexia shook her head: "You don't need to change, this answer is already outrageous enough."

Chi Yao lowered his eyes, looked at the messy thread in her hand, and couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You are good at knitting."

Mess.

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Zhexia suddenly stood up.

"I, I'm tired of knitting."

She stammered, "That's all for today, I'm going home."

When Lin Zhexia left Chi Yao's house, it was already dark outside. She stood at the door and talked nonsense to Chi Yao as if trying to cover up something: "Remember to hide the needle and thread for me, Don't be found out, in case He Yang comes to your house and is seen by him...Although he won't say anything, anyway, I just don't want him to know, no one knows, you have to hide it. "

Before Chi Yao could answer her.

She turned and pushed open the door of the building, and ran back home.

After returning home, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm her down.

It must have been too close.

Not quite used to it.

Anyway, Chi Yao is also a boy.

It's normal to be embarrassed.

No matter how good a brother is, it will be embarrassing.

Ok.

Awkward.

She took a deep breath while drinking water from the glass.

Holding the water glass, I accidentally noticed that the light in the bathroom was on, and there was a slight movement in the bathroom.

Looks like...someone is throwing up.

The faint light, the woman's light vomiting sound, and finally the sound of rushing water.

The door lock "clicked" to unlock.

Lin Zhexia met Lin He's slightly tired face.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" She asked worriedly.

"It's nothing." Lin He came out to see her a little surprised, smiled and said, "I don't know what I ate recently, and I can't digest it. I'll take some medicine and it will be fine."

Lin He used to have to go to work again, and had to take her with her alone. She often didn't eat on time, and her stomach was really bad for a while. Even after nourishing the stomach all the time, there was no obvious improvement.

Lin Zhexia didn't think too much, and poured a cup of hot water for Lin He by the way, and said: "Then you must remember to take your medicine, if you still feel uncomfortable, I will go to the hospital with you tomorrow."

Lin He didn't have any abnormal reactions for the next few days.

Lin Zhexia gave instructions a few more times, and then continued to go to Chi Yao's house to prepare gifts.

It's just that the scene at Chi Yao's house is completely different from the previous few days.

Lin Zhexia weaved two rows, but she didn't expect that the following steps would become more and more difficult, and she still had to chain stitch. She really couldn't do it, so she gave up decisively, curled up on the sofa, holding a bag of potato chips in her hand, and became a supervisor: "You did a good job in these two rows. Maybe you can go to work in a textile factory in the future. Keep working hard."

There were a few **** of wool beside Chi Yao, with a needle and thread in his hand, with a cold face: "Have you had enough rest?"

Lin Zhexia: "Not yet, I may have to rest for a while, you help me knit first."

"You have to rest for three days, your hand is broken?"

"..."

"Internal injuries," Lin Zhexia said, "really need to recuperate."

Chi Yao tilted his head slightly: "Who on earth is going to send this gift?"

Lin Zhexia: "Mine."

Chi Yao: "So why am I weaving?"

Lin Zhexia cautiously replied: "...Because, those who are able work harder?"

"..."

"But I really can't learn it." Lin Zhexia was afraid that he would throw the needle and thread over, and explained, "I also want to knit. And I thought about exchanging gifts, but now it's too late, and the express delivery may not be able to catch up."

and.

Chi Yao's teaching method.

She didn't have the courage to try it a second time, subconsciously carrying the idea of ​​avoidance.

Before Chi Yao could sternly refuse, she tore off a piece of paper from the workbook on the coffee table, wrote two lines on it, and handed it to him: "Here, pay."

Chi Yao thought that there would be words like "one million" on the paper.

Lin Zhexia often used this kind of "cheque" to fool him when he was a child.

But he took it and found that it said "wish card".

The following line reads: You can make a wish to me.

There is also a parenthesis after this line, murdering and breaking the law is not allowed, and what is difficult for others is not allowed.

With a snort, he still put the wishing card away.

After Lin Zhexia finished eating the potato chips, she checked her phone.

I saw a few messages sent to her by girls in the same class.

Girlfriend: What are you doing?

Girl in the same class: Have you written a set of papers for the winter vacation homework? I want to check the answers with you.

Lin Zhexia wiped her hands, and was about to go back: I was at Chi Yao's house to watch him weave scarves, and the test papers were not with me.

Halfway through typing this sentence, she thought about it and deleted it again.

Chi Yao's personality in school is the kind that no one dares to get close to.

She said she was watching him knitting a scarf.

To this student, it seemed quite scary.

Thinking about it, Lin Zhexia raised her head to look at Chi Yao.

It is indeed difficult to associate this face with the word weaving a scarf.

The young man even seemed to be weaving the scarf carelessly, with an unconcealable sharpness hidden between his brows and eyes, and the hands that had been swung, disfigured, and scarred were holding a needle and thread at this moment.

She looked a little bit burnt, she looked back, and said: I'm at a friend's house, I'll take a picture for you when I go back.

Just returned the message.

Chi Yao noticed her gaze: "Don't look at it, you won't be able to look at it anyway."

Lin Zhexia retorted subconsciously: "Who watched it."

"It's not the scarf you're looking at," Chi Yao paused slightly, "Is that looking at me?"

Lin Zhexia is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "Don't be narcissistic, I have seen your face for so many years, it is no longer fresh."

Chi Yao finished knitting the row in his hand, put the wool on the side and planned to rest for a while, leaned back like a boneless person, pinched the knuckles of his fingers, and said, "Sorry, I forgot that you are blind."

"..."

"It's normal for a blind man to be blind."

The author has something to say:

Today is the little late weaving scarf!

Ps, the tutorial on weaving a scarf comes from Baidu Encyclopedia.