Chasing Summer

Because the experience of this day was too bizarre, Lin Zhexia had a dream at night.

She seems to be dreaming of a "parallel world".

Because she and Chi Yao in the dream are not quite like real people.

In her dream, she returned to Haicheng City and stood on the beach again. When Chi Yao asked her "what's the matter with you", she actually said: "I seem to like you."

Chi Yao in the dream was very vague, she looked anxious like a person waiting for a trial.

After a long time, Chi Yao opened his mouth, but before she could hear what Chi Yao wanted to say, the dream suddenly collapsed.

"Tick."

"Beep beep."

Lin Zhexia stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and pressed the alarm clock switch with muscle memory.

The world is quiet.

She sat up with her messy hair, and the first reaction that surfaced from the bottom of her heart was: Fortunately, it was a dream.

"It's a dream," Lin Zhexia suppressed her still uneasy heartbeat, and said silently, "It's not real."

She got up to wash up and went to the restaurant to eat.

Wei Ping was reading the newspaper: "Are you up? Sit down and have breakfast, do you want to drink soy milk or milk?"

Lin Zhexia wrapped herself tightly in the thick pajamas and said, "Milk."

Lin He was busy in the kitchen.

When bringing the milk and bread slices over, Lin Zhexia said, "Thank you, Xiao He."

Lin He gave her a white look: "Don't be too big or small."

Lin Zhexia shrank her neck, swiping her phone while eating.

Today they made a small group very lively.

She clicked in, scrolled to the top, and started reading from the first unread message, and found that the source of the topic was He Yang's comment on Xiu Moments.

He Yang: I forgot to tick you when I posted the photo yesterday.

He Yang: It doesn't matter, show it to the brothers in the group.

On the screenshot, there is a text and photos of Qixi Festival:

"What looks good is not a movie".

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Of course, the most important thing is not these, but the comments below. He Yang circled it with a red pen to indicate that this part is very important.

Comments: Niu ah.

666.

As expected of you.

There is even a sentence: This girl has pretty hands, so slender and long, does she play the piano?

Lin Zhexia almost spit out after eating early in the morning.

Lin He: "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhexia: "I saw a very funny piece of news and couldn't help it."

The winter vacation time has passed quickly, and everyone has become busier in the second semester of the second year of high school.

Consciously or not, Lin Zhexia began to keep a distance from Chi Yao.

"I'll go with Chen Lin at night," Lin Zhexia went to look for Chi Yao in the first class before school that day, and stood at the window and said, "You don't have to wait for me."

Chi Yao: "?"

Lin Zhexia: "Don't ask more about our girls."

"I don't want to ask more questions," Chi Yao said with a pen in his hand, "just in case you get beaten again, don't call me crying."

Lin Zhexia thought of the black history when he first entered high school, and was silent for a while: "Let's go eat a dessert, we shouldn't get beaten up."

Hearing the answer, Chi Yao moved his finger hooking the pen: "Got it."

After school.

Chen Lin was carrying her schoolbag, holding Tang Shuxuan with her left hand and Lin Zhexia with her right hand.

When she was talking, she looked at Lin Zhexia and asked puzzledly, "Why do you suddenly want to eat dessert?"

Lin Zhexia subconsciously clenched the belt of her schoolbag, and tried to keep it natural when speaking: "When I was doing my homework yesterday, I swiped my phone and saw it, and it looked pretty good."

Tang Shuxuan was careless and didn't feel that there was any problem at all: "I just happened to be hungry."

There were a lot of people in the dessert shop, and the three of them still lined up outside for a while.

After they arrived, the three of them sat side by side on the window seat and chatted.

From "I feel that the pace of study is so fast recently, and I feel the life of the senior year in advance", to "Tang Shuxuan's favorite senior is about to graduate".

Tang Shuxuan was a little sad, but she cheered up and said, "I can go to the school he is in."

"That's right," Chen Lin said, "Our school seems to have a school celebration next month, and every class will have a program."

Tang Shuxuan: "That's what happened. I heard about it in the teacher's office when I went to hand in my homework today."

Chen Lin: "I don't know what kind of program our class will have. I heard that Lao Xu wants to arrange poetry recitation."

Tang Shuxuan: "...It can't be so uncreative."

Chen Lin: "He said it was his strategy, and he even named it the 'Seventh Class Stupid Bird First Flying Plan'. He said that when other classes stopped to prepare for the program, we seized the time to race against time dedicate themselves to learning.”

"..."

Lin Zhexia ate the mille-feuille cake in his hand spoon by spoon, listening a little absent-mindedly.

The cell phone she had in hand lit up.

"Chi" sent a new message.

It should be to ask her if she went back after eating dessert.

Lin Zhexia didn't click on it, nor did she reply.

While eating, she thought about what excuses she should find to avoid Chi Yao after school tomorrow.

She is afraid.

If you are afraid of getting too close, the love will overflow from the bottom of your heart uncontrollably.

Afraid that she would be unable to hide like the dream about the parallel world that day.

Afraid of being discovered by him.

On a bumpy bus.

Chi Yao sat in the back row, with an earphone plugged into one ear, and the phone was casually buckled on his lap.

But every now and then, he flips his phone back to check for new messages.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

There was a new message alert on WeChat, but the person who sent the message was "Chi Hanshan".

Chi Hanshan: [The other party withdrew a message]

Chi Yao moved his finger, typed a "?", quickly deleted it, and made a voice call.

The call was quickly connected.

"Dad." Chi Yao said.

"..."

The voice on the other side was very noisy. After a while, Chi Hanshan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, wait a minute, it was too noisy just now."

The father and son seldom talk on the phone, so Chi Yao is not used to it, and the words he said are also unconsciously alienated: "What do you want from me?"

Chi Hanshan said: "It's nothing, I made a mistake when I sent the message."

Having said that, there is a tendency to break.

Chi Yao let out an "oh".

Chi Hanshan said again: "How are you doing recently? Are you okay?"

Chi Yao said, "Very good."

The two of them had nothing else to say, but before hanging up the phone, Chi Hanshan finally said a rare and long warning: "Be careful at home, and don't talk to strangers casually when you meet them. Check the windows and doors."

Chi Yao didn't know what kind of medicine Chi Hanshan took wrongly today, he probably read some messy news from somewhere.

After a while, he still said, "Understood. You usually watch less news."

After hanging up the phone, he exited the chat box and glanced at the top.

The top chatter named "Coward" still remained silent.

Lin Zhexia didn't go with Chi Yao after school for three consecutive days.

There are all kinds of excuses.

Eating desserts, building relationships with friends, and not going to the hospital for a long time, so I want to go with Chen Lin to see her uncle who is seeing a doctor in the hospital.

On the fourth day, she was standing at the door of class one. When Chi Yao asked her "What excuse do you have today", she held back for a long time and said, "I met a fortune teller before I went out today."

"?"

"The fortune teller said, I have to go home alone today."

"If the two of you walk together," Lin Zhexia continued talking slowly, "...there will be bloodshed."

Chi Yao was carrying a bag on one shoulder, leaning against the back door of the classroom. Hearing this, he raised his brows slightly: "Where is the fortune teller?"

Lin Zhexia: "In the morning, on the roadside of the community."

Chi Yao said "Oh" coolly, "Why didn't I see it?"

Lin Zhexia tentatively said: "You have bad eyesight, and maybe he is related to me."

Chi Yao didn't bother to talk nonsense to her this time, so he directly grabbed her schoolbag strap and walked forward: "Okay, then try and see if you have a **** disaster today."

Lin Zhexia: "..."

Due to the delay for a while, when the two of them swiped their cards and boarded the car, the car was already full of people.

Lin Zhexia squeezed in and found an open space to stand, holding the back of the passenger's seat in front of her.

Chi Yao stood behind her, reaching for the pull ring on the top.

The two stood very close, and Lin Zhexia didn't have to turn her head, but she could still feel an invisible shadow shrouding behind her, helping her to separate the people around her.

She lowered her head, trying to ignore it.

It was only because there were too many people in the car that they got closer.

Just because it's crowded.

…

She said it silently in her heart, and finally pretended nothing happened, but the people behind her moved—the boy lowered his head, wanting to talk to her.

From the perspective of others, she and Chi Yao's poses are very intimate.

The boy in school uniform was carrying a bag and lowered his head to her ear. This action drew the distance between the two closer.

The broken hair in front of his forehead hangs down, and the line of his neck is cold and sharp, and the raised cervical spinous process can be clearly seen. Looking at the cold and unruly person, it seems that he has inadvertently lowered his posture through this movement.

"Lin Zhexia."

It was rare for Chi Yao to call her by her full name.

When she spoke, she breathed lightly on the side of her neck, which was numb and itchy.

Lin Zhexia froze.

Then, the side of the neck itched again, and the voice behind him continued, "...what are you hiding from?"

Lin Zhexia couldn't understand, she tightened her fingers on the back of the chair: "What are you hiding?"

Chi Yao lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly: "Hide me."

"..."

Chi Yao made the words more clear: "You have been avoiding me for the past few days. Do you think I can't see it?"

"Also, there is no reply to the message."

Chi Yao said, "I used to talk so much that I wanted to blacklist you, but now I'm like a mute."

Lin Zhexia didn't know what to say, and finally could only say: "...I don't have any."

But the sentence "I don't have" seems somewhat weak.

She used to be able to chat a lot of nonsense with Chi Yao in a day.

Whether it's okay or not, you can poke him.

Occasionally, when I see a very old-fashioned joke on the Internet, I always take it to Chi Yao and tell it again.

So after reducing chats these days, she herself is not used to it.

She found that there was suddenly no room for many things to say, or she didn't have so much to say before, but it was only because it was Chi Yao that she became talkative.

Lin Zhexia stared guiltily at the dangling street scene outside the car window.

Her worst fears had happened.

She felt like she had shot herself in the foot with a rock.

She and Chi Yao are so familiar that any self-righteous alienation will be seen through immediately.

"Okay," Lin Zhexia lowered her head, stared at her toes, and sighed exaggeratedly, "I can only tell you now."

"Originally—I wanted to digest this pressure silently. Hey, I didn't expect you to care about me so much. Let me tell you the truth. I have been under too much pressure from studying recently."

"..."

The snort on the side of the neck disappeared.

Chi Yao became silent.

"The pressure of the college entrance examination made me breathless, and I really wanted to be alone."

"..."

The scenery outside the window keeps wandering.

As Lin Zhexia spoke, she completed what she hadn't thought of just now in her heart:

Fortunately, she was too familiar with Chi Yao, and realized that she actually knew how he would react, which could reassure him of his doubts.

"And you said that you are going to blacklist me, why don't you allow me to be cold sometimes?" Lin Zhexia finally said that she believed it, and she was filled with righteous indignation, "You still want to blacklist me —You are too much."

"..."