Chasing Summer

After ten o'clock in the evening.

A light was turned on in the living room of Chi Yao's house. He lowered his head and had a copy of "Scarf Weaving Tutorial" spread out in his hand.

The off-white scarf in his hand has already been woven for the most part, and only the small half is left.

The phone next to him kept vibrating.

Xu Ting: Do you want to play games? Do you want to play games?

Xu Ting: Speed, just wait for you to go online.

Ten minutes later.

Xu Ting: big brother

Xu Ting: Is your contact information just for display, without any news?

Chi Yao was annoyed, so he reluctantly freed his hand, tapped twice on the phone screen, and selected "Yes" in the option of "whether to block this friend".

So when Xu Ting continued to send a message, he saw a striking red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of his message.

Xu Ting was furious, and directly threw the phone call: "You have to give me a reason today."

Chi Yao's voice was as cold as ever: "My contact information, you don't need it if you don't want it."

"So this is you—"

At this moment Xu Ting felt like a resentful woman: "The reason for blocking me?"

Chi Yao: "There are other reasons too."

Xu Ting asked: "What?"

Chi Yao: "You are too annoying."

"..."

This reason is not as good as the one just now.

Xu Ting was speechless: "I just want to ask you if you play games."

Chi Yao: "No."

Xu Ting: "You haven't been online for a few days, are you at home now?"

Chi Yao: "Otherwise."

"Then you don't reply to my messages," Xu Ting complained, and asked puzzledly, "What do you do at home every day?"

Chi Yao's mobile phone was turned on, and he had one leg bent, his hand was wrapped in wool, and a half-read tutorial was spread beside his leg.

He whispered, "...knitting someone's scarf. What else can I do."

Xu Ting couldn't hear clearly: "Someone, what?"

"You don't care," Chi Yao said lazily, "It's dead."

Although Lin Zhexia asked Chi Yao to help her weave a scarf, but before going to bed at night, she still tossed and turned, feeling a little bit sorry.

Said it was a gift.

But after all, she didn't weave it by herself.

Lin He's birthday is getting closer and closer.

She thought it was not good to send it out like this the day after tomorrow.

Before going to bed, she still decided to go to the mall tomorrow with the lucky money she had saved to see if there were any other suitable gifts.

the next day.

In order not to make Lin He suspicious, she planned to sneak out after dinner.

Based on what she knew about Lin He, after cleaning up the kitchen, she would rest in her room for a while, but when she carefully pushed the bedroom door open a crack and was about to sneak out — she saw Lin He and Wei Wei in the corridor. flat.

The two stood at the bathroom door, Wei Ping was supporting Lin He.

Lin He snuggled into his arms, covering her mouth with one hand.

Wei Ping carefully supported her with one hand, and closed the bathroom door with the other: "Why is morning sickness so severe these days?"

Lin He: "Recently, I vomit after eating something, and the reaction seems to be getting worse."

Wei Ping helped her to the room: "I'll help you to lie on the bed and rest for a while. If you're still not feeling well, we'll go to the hospital in the afternoon."

Lin He didn't take it too seriously: "No need, it's not a big deal. When I gave birth to Xia Xia, I reacted more, but now it's pretty good." She said, her voice lowered, "Compared to this, I've been thinking about how to tell Xia Xia about my pregnancy recently."

Hearing this, Lin Zhexia's hand that was about to push the door stopped.

Lin He continued: "The last time I had morning sickness, she bumped into me. I don't know what to say."

"In short, I haven't found the right opportunity yet."

"I don't know how she will react to this child."

"..."

Lin He's voice gradually faded away.

Finally, Wei Ping took her back to the room, closed the door of the room, and silenced all the sounds.

Lin Zhexia stood behind the door for a long time.

She stared at the corridor visible through the crack in the door.

It wasn't until the mobile phone in her hand vibrated that she suddenly came back to her senses.

Chi Gou: Finished.

Chi Gou: Come get something.

Lin Zhexia lowered his eyes.

After a while, I replied to him: wait a moment, I have something to do now, I'm not at home.

After replying, she took the key to avoid Lin He and Wei Ping and went out.

But she didn't go to the mall, nor did she go to Chi Yao's house.

She didn't know where she was going, she just walked out subconsciously.

It was dark in the evening, she walked on the bustling street for a while, and was chilled by the cold winter wind, walked to the park, sat down by the lake, and found that she came out in a hurry, and she was not wearing a down jacket.

In fact, she just wanted to come out to breathe.

Lin He's pregnancy happened suddenly.

It was a happy event, and she was also happy for Lin He, but deep in her heart, the uneasiness that had been hidden in her heart still sneaked out.

Their reorganized family is harmonious in all aspects.

Wei Ping is good everywhere and treats her very well.

But over the years, the relationship between the two has always been polite.

There is no way to talk about politeness.

Lin Zhexia looked up at the dark sky, it didn't rain today, but she still couldn't help thinking of the day when there was thunder when she was a child.

She said to herself in her heart:

These are just some sudden little emotions.

A short walk will pass.

Afraid that Lin He would be worried, she rubbed her frozen red fingers and sent Lin He a message: Mom, my classmate came to see me, and I will go shopping with her for a while.

Then she cut out and clicked on the chat box with Chi Yao.

Chi Yao sent her an unread message.

Chi Gou: Lin Shao's business is quite busy.

She didn't reply to this sentence.

After a few minutes, Chi Yao sent another sentence: Don't come to pick it up after ten o'clock, I'm too lazy to open the door for you.

Chi Yao rested his knuckles on the buttons on the side of the phone.

The screen automatically turned off when the time came, and he pressed his knuckles hard, and the phone screen turned on again.

The chat history just now was displayed on the screen, and the last line was Lin Zhexia's reply to his message.

one word.

-Oh.

He Yang was playing games at his home, holding the gamepad in his hand and shouting, "I'm going, I almost cleared the level just now—this boss has residual blood."

As he said, he dropped the handle, leaned over and asked, "You were not chatting with Brother Xia just now, and you didn't pay attention to my game dynamics at all."

Chi Yao didn't answer his words, just said: "That's not right."

He Yang: "What's not right?"

Chi Yao shook the phone.

He Yang glanced at the chat records: "What's wrong, this is not very good, the chat is very harmonious, there are questions and answers."

Chi Yao didn't speak anymore, he tapped the screen a few times, and sent three more words: Where are you.

The person opposite was typing slowly.

After typing for more than half a minute, I came back with two sentences:

- Didn't I say it, it's outside.

- My classmate came to see me, we are walking now.

He Yang: "By the way, you two chat a lot, I'm really envious, can you also reply to my messages? How did you get to me? You two don't seem to be connected to the Internet."

He Yang was still babbling, but saw Chi Yao get up suddenly, put on his coat, and walk out with a bag that didn't know what it contained.

"Something," he said, "go out for a walk."

He Yang: "...what's the matter?"

Chi Yao: "Stay with you for too long, go out and breathe in another place."

Lin Zhexia sat by the lake for twenty minutes.

She had just adjusted her mood and was going to pretend she didn't hear anything, walk home, and wait for Lin He to find a suitable opportunity to tell her by herself.

However, before she stood up from the bench, she saw a familiar figure appearing from a distance under the street lamp erected by the lake.

The man didn't look bulky even in his winter coat.

The whole person still reveals the thinness unique to boys of this age. Under the outline of the street lights, it is too eye-catching.

"I'm talking to my classmates," Chi Yao passed through the light, walked up to her, and jumped out word by word, "Take a walk?"

"..."

Lin Zhexia seldom lied, and it was rare for him to tell a lie, and he was caught immediately.

She said with a guilty conscience: "My classmate, I just left."

Chi Yao's tone was cold: "Really."

"Yes, the two of us were sitting here just now, talking about life."

In order to increase her credibility, she began to add specific details: "It is Chen Lin, you know her, she has been taking tutoring recently, and the pressure of studying is too great."

"Is it finished?"

Chi Yao lowered his head to look at her. The person in front of him was only wearing a thin and large sweater coat, which she often wore at home. The girl's ears were already red from the cold, and because she was afraid of the cold, her hands were tucked into her sleeves, looking very pitiful.

Chi Yao continued: "Should I give you a few more minutes, you can call Chen Lin now."

Lin Zhexia was puzzled: "Why are you calling?"

"Call the confession."

"..."

Lin Zhexia was silent for two seconds, and tentatively said: "If you are willing to give me this chance, it is not impossible?"

Chi Yao looked at her for a while.

Lin Zhexia thought he would be angry, but unexpectedly, he didn't say anything.

Chi Yao just raised his hand and pulled down the zipper of the coat on his body, and then the black coat that was soaked with his body temperature fell on her body, covering her whole body.

Chi Yao's clothes were several sizes too big for her.

He wore a coat that reached to his knees, and it hung almost to her bare feet on her body.

She looked like a child in grown-up clothes, and she looked strangely clumsy.

After putting on the clothes, Chi Yao didn't seem to think it was enough.

He took out the knitted scarf from the bag and wrapped it around her neck twice.

Chi Yao was indeed a little angry, but the point of anger was different from what she thought.

After he let go of his hand, he said with a bland smile, "Lin Zhexia, is your mind full of water?"

The lower half of Lin Zhexia's face was covered by a scarf, and she spoke in a muffled voice: "What I pretend to be in my head is all intelligence."

"It's so smart to dress like this twice below zero."

"..."

Lin Zhexia: "Actually, today was an accident."

"Oh," said Chi Yao, "when I went out, my brain was accidentally eaten by a zombie."

"..."

never mind.

No brain is no brain.

The fact that she forgot to wear a coat when she went out today is indeed quite retarded.

Lin Zhexia felt the temperature on her body gradually rise, the chill faded away, and her fingers were no longer stiff: "How do you know I'm here?"

After Chi Yao threw the coat to her, there was only a sweater left on him, and the sweater hung loosely on him.

He sat down beside Lin Zhexia, sat on the bench beside her and said, "Where else can you go when you are in a bad mood."

This place is Lin Zhexia's secret base.

As long as she was in a bad mood since she was a child, as long as she failed an exam, or as small as losing a quarrel with him, she loved to come here.

Lin Zhexia moved her fingers: "Then you are, how do you know that I am in a bad mood?"

Chi Yao said, "That 'oh'."

Lin Zhexia: "'Oh'?"

Chi Yao unlocked the phone and found the chat interface with her.

Lin Zhexia glanced at it and remembered: "Oh, it's not normal for me to reply, and I would be so cold and cold occasionally."

"you will not."

Chi Yao imitated her with his perennial lukewarm tone: "You will say, 'I have the key, and I can open it myself. If you have the ability, you can change the lock now'."

Lin Zhexia opened his mouth, unable to refute.

That's exactly what she would say.

"So," Chi Yao changed the subject, "what's the matter?"

Lin Zhe Xiazhuang didn't understand, so he avoided his gaze: "...What?"

Chi Yao raised one hand, pressed the palm of her hand on the back of her head, and forced her to face herself: "I mean, what's wrong with you today."

The four eyes are facing each other.

Lin Zhexia bumped into the pair of light-colored pupils.

She could even see her own reflection clearly from inside.

"Nothing," she insisted at first.

"It's really nothing."

She rubbed the tip of her nose against the soft scarf, feeling a little sore all of a sudden.

"I was suddenly a little unhappy, and now..."

It's ready.

The last two words were stuck in my mouth for half a beat, and I couldn't say them for a long time.

She blinked her eyes and realized that she wanted to cry. When she opened her mouth again, her words were obviously choked up: "I..."

shameful.

She actually wanted to cry.

A trivial matter that was originally thought to be insignificant, an unreasonable little emotion that is not worth talking about.

When asked seriously, I seem to have the right to be sad.

Lin Zhexia didn't continue talking.

She didn't want to cry in front of Chi Yao, or in other words, it was not easy to reveal her inner fragility.

Chi Yao seemed to have noticed this, and he put down his hand on the back of her head.

Then he raised his hand and pulled up the scarf around her neck, covering those deer-like eyes that looked like they were wet by the rain.

"Cry," he let go of his hand, "I can't see."

The author has something to say:

Xiaoxia’s family is not abusive, and the old Wei people are also very good (.)