The moon and people are still + extra

Next to the tatami is a bookshelf. I hurriedly glanced at the various books on it, and then my eyes fell on the ukulele next to the bookshelf.

I paused, and wanted to walk over, but was stopped by Jing Yi.

She had already opened the innermost wardrobe and said: Here are a few coats I wore in college, they should suit you quite well, you can choose one.

I walked over, glanced at the clothes inside, and finally settled on a light blue coat.

I touched the phone in my pocket, then stepped forward and took out the coat.

I like this one.Jing Yi smiled, reached out and took off the hanger on the clothes, and motioned for me to take off the clothes.

After changing it, I looked down at the sleeve of my right hand, and suddenly a strange feeling hit my heart, as if I was stabbed deeply by the scissors wearing the clothes of time, and I couldn't breathe.

After tidying up briefly, I put my hands in the pockets of my coat, smiled at Jing Yi, and turned around in front of her.

She came forward, bent down slightly, buttoned the two big buttons of the coat, took a step back, but felt that something was wrong, came over to unbutton the buttons again, put one hand on my shoulder, and commented :very suitable.

I stuck out my tongue unconsciously, trying to take my coat from her wrist, but she stepped back and avoided it.

I'll wash it for you and return it to you next time.After she finished speaking, she casually hung my coat on the chair behind her, then patted my shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

When I went back, I was not as restless as when I came back.

In the car, we still don’t talk to the driver and the passengers. The song list for Jing Yi on the mobile phone now has 20 songs. I feel that my interest will be taken away by her. The songs she listened to make me have no reason , I also think it sounds good, whether it is the melody or the lyrics.Every time I cycle at home, I seem to still feel that I am sitting in her car, and I can smell the special fragrance mixed in her car.

Our home is only 15 minutes away, and the last traffic light suddenly made me a little sad. The time we spend together is always so short, maybe because there are too many conversations today, and I feel very reluctant at this moment.

This reluctance suddenly changed with a new song in the car.

Alas, why is this song so cheerful, it really doesn't suit my current mood.

cocoa.Jing Yi suddenly called me.

Ah? I turned to look at her.

She asked: Have you heard this song?

I listened carefully for a while, then shook my head: no.

Jing Yi smiled: Use your phone to identify it, this song is very similar to you, you can learn it.

I immediately said oh, took out the phone, and pretended to recognize it again. Soon, the name of the song and the singer popped up on the screen of the phone.

I looked at the English above and read: La, La.

Jing Yi smiled softly: La Vanille.

I coughed and read it after her.

She laughed again.

I suddenly remembered what she said before about my English pronunciation being strange, leaned back awkwardly, put the song into another special playlist, and then looked down at the lyrics, the Chinese translation.

Soon we arrived at the gate of the community, and soon she said goodbye to me. After I closed the door, I waved to her outside the car. I don’t know if I saw her in the dark night glass window.

It was very late at night, and the only lights on the road were the community gate, street lights, and a 24-hour convenience store.

Jing Yi didn't drive the car away immediately, I thought she was going to watch me go in, and I didn't dawdle with her, turned around and walked towards the gate of the community.

As soon as I entered the gate of the community, the mobile phone in my pocket rang. I took it out and saw that it was a call from Jing Yi.

Without turning my head, I took a small step to hide behind the guard booth in the community, poked my head out to look at Jing Yi's car lights in the distance, and then picked up the phone.

Teacher Jing, what's the matter?

My heart is pounding as I say this.

On the other end was her doubtful voice, asking me: You left a bag in the back seat of the car, come out and get it?

I took a deep breath, but I was still very nervous, my hands started to get hot, but I tried my best to calmly talk to the phone and said: Hey, this is a New Year's gift for you.

Oh? Jing Yi was puzzled in my expectation: For me?

I'm right.

She suddenly stopped talking. I bit my lower lip and listened carefully. There was a sound of paper bags clicking on the other end of the phone. Within a few seconds, I heard her laugh softly: scarf.

I nodded: yes.After finishing speaking, I closed my eyes tightly and added another sentence: "Little gift, teacher, don't reject me."

She chuckled a few times: Did I say I was going to reject you?After I finished speaking, I heard the sound of the bag again, guessing that she put the scarf back again.

Thanks.Jing Yi said again.

I breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that I had clenched my fists tightly just now.

You're welcome, hehe.My heart exploded.

She hummed and asked me: Are you home yet?

I glanced at the weeds on the ground: we are almost there, waiting for the elevator.