Moon and people are still

They say speaking is an art.

I just don't understand this art.

If I change the question of whether I want to bring you a box to I will bring you a box tomorrow, I wonder if Jing Yi will not refuse me.

Human beings are more polite. If you don't bring something to her mouth, you will usually get rejected.

In order to test my theory, when I returned to the dormitory, I took Huang Ye's hand and said, "I remembered that last time my uncle came home and brought a box of chocolates. I haven't eaten them yet. Do you want them?"

Huang Ye looked at me and smiled: "No need."

I moved closer to her and said, "I'll bring it to you when I go home this time."

Huang Ye suddenly smiled brightly: "Thank you, Ke Ke."

Take a look!

There was no class in the evening, so I went to find him with the sheet music corrected by my senior, and finally saw the legendary piano, and finally met the protagonist of our show.

They found a bigger classroom with a mirror, and tried dancing with the accompaniment of my senior and me. I didn’t expect that everyone cooperated so tacitly in the first practice. After the song was over, the senior sister patted He patted my shoulder and said thank you for your hard work.

In my spare time, I took a few photos of my seniors dancing and sent them to Jing Yi. After the evening rehearsal was completely over, I picked up the phone again and found that Jing Yi had already replied to me.

She said: I saw you.

I clicked on the picture and zoomed in, and sure enough, I saw me holding a mobile phone in the corner of the mirror, with a smile on my face that could be called an old mother.

I replied to her with an expression, raised my head to look at myself in the mirror at the moment, and felt that I was quite an old mother now.

Life is going on, and it's time for the long-awaited English class. Although Jing Yi rejected me last time, I still bought strawberry cake. I don't believe that there are still things in the world that can't be given away.

But never expected that Jing Yi asked for leave today for the first time.

First, the counselor sent a notice, and then Jing Yi rarely appeared in the group, and said sorry, she had a cold and felt a little unwell.

When I saw the news, I felt a twinge in my heart, and suddenly the image of Jing Yi lying sickly on the bed and unable to take care of himself appeared in my mind.

So I, who can't move with my brain, have already picked up my bag and rushed out of the dormitory.

On the way to Jing Yi's house, I suddenly realized that I wanted to tangle, but I was thinking about tangle in my heart, but I told the master to drive faster.

When I was standing at the door of Jing Yi's house, I jumped out of the world just now and understood where I was and what I was doing.

At this moment, Cheng Keke, holding cold medicine in his hand, was still panting heavily, and he didn't even forget to bring the strawberry cake, so he was very attentive.

I swallowed, and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, Jing Yi opened the door, but in front of her...

I am the pajamas I imagined, and I am not the one with white lips and messy hair in pajamas, but her usual attire, even with makeup, full of vigor, and a pair of slippers on her feet.

She was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Why are you here?"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and glanced at the thing in my hand, then said: "Yes, I have a cold."

I:……

I took a small step forward and asked, "Then do you have a cold?"

Jing Yi smiled, took the things in my hand, even the cake, and made way for me, saying: "Do you want to have it or not?"

I:……

I think that I am a person who loves to talk nonsense sometimes, and sometimes my words are particularly out of line.So when I met Jing Yi again, I was quite surprised. Jing Yi is a person who is serious and doesn’t like to talk outside the classroom, but in fact, he also likes to talk nonsense in private. It made me feel disgusted, but when she was like this, I liked it very much. I even thought, if we are all like this, then we are very worthy.

Her nonsense I can completely interpret as she is making fun of me.

After entering her house, I realized that she was not alone in her house.

It turned out that the aroma that wafted over from time to time just now was hot pot.

Jing Yi gave me a pair of slippers, and took me to the restaurant. A few steps away, I looked over and saw that there were 4 people sitting at the table. boys.

"I'm a student." That's how Jing Yi introduced me.

She pulled up a chair for me and sat down beside me.

"Little sister." The girl next to her suddenly called me and asked, "Will you drink or drink?"

I glanced at it, and the glasses on the table were full of beer.

In order to fit in, I replied: "Drink."

After finishing speaking, Jing Yi turned to look at me, then stood up and said, "She doesn't drink."

She turned around and went to the kitchen, presumably to get me new bowls and chopsticks. Just as she was leaving, the girl who was talking to me just came over and put a cup in front of me, smiling. He poured me a glass of wine.

After pouring, she immediately raised her glass, and I raised it too when I saw it. We met our eyes and clinked glasses. She asked, "My name is Chen Yun, what's your name?"

I put the glass down and she poured me another.

I said, "Coco."

Chen Yun made a long sound and raised her eyebrows at me: "Cheng Keke, I know you."

I smiled, I know you too, why break off friendship with Chen Yun.

After talking here, Jing Yi came back and brought me not only bowls and chopsticks, but also a bowl of hot and spicy sauce.

After she sat down, she glanced at Chen Yun and asked, "Did you give her the wine?"

Chen Yun looked indifferent: "She's not a child." She walked around Jing Yi to look at me: "Is it Keke?"

The one-minute temporary relationship brought me closer to Chen Yun. I originally wanted to answer yes, but since I am Jing Yi's person, I don't think I can help Chen Yun at this time.

I understand Jing Yi, it sounds awkward when a female teacher brings female students to drink.

I stirred the sauce pepper in front of me with my chopsticks, put it in my mouth and licked it, wow, it's a bit spicy.

I turned my head to look at Jing Yi, and happened to meet her and turned her head to look at me. In fact, I just looked at it like this. I didn't expect to be discovered by her, so I had an idea and asked, "You don't ask me to eat?" If you don’t eat, why did you pull me in, what if I have had dinner?”

Jing Yi asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

I said, "No."

"Let's eat," she said.

Me: "OK."

After this unnutritious conversation ended, there was a laugh from Chen Yun, she leaned closer, maybe it was too big, Jing Yi pressed her head and pushed her back.

Chen Yun: "You two are so fun."

Jing Yi completely ignored her, looked down at my sauce and said, "You don't want to compare with me, who can eat spicy food better."

I oh first, then ah again, and nodded: "Yes, yes."

After I finished speaking, I licked my chopsticks again. Maybe the competition is about to start. Now, to encourage myself, I think my bowl of sauce is not very spicy.

Jing Yi took another portion of beef and made the same ingredients as me.

In fact, I just said it casually when comparing who can eat spicy food. As I said before, I love nonsense.

This excuse is really useful. Before I entered the society, every time I made a mistake, I could use this to explain it. I am still young, I speak nonsense, and I accidentally hurt people with bad words. I am sorry. , you can't be stingy, you can't blame me.

"Cocoa!"

While I was waiting for the newly added water in the pot to boil, the boy opposite suddenly stood up, pointed at my head, and called my name excitedly.

When he called out like that, I also remembered who he was.

Junior high school classmate, Zhang Manhua.

And this memory is also thanks to the son-in-the-wool sound with his tail when he called my name.

In my impression, Zhang Manhua is a very high-end classmate. The high-end lies in his words and deeds. After thinking about it for a while, it seems that his high-end is also created by himself.

According to my memory, Zhang Manhua was a junior high school student in Beijing before he transferred to our school, and he himself had a mysterious yearning for Beijing. ’ or ‘We Beijingers’.I was still young at the time, and I had never seen the world or been to Beijing, so I always felt that what he said was quite similar. You can see that he is always so stylish, and he speaks with a good accent. Even cursing is a stinky idiot Son.

I still remember the only communication we had in junior high school was in a physical education class. I was a little uncomfortable that day and didn't run before class.As for him, I forgot what happened to him, maybe he was born with noble spirit, and he was not allowed to run, so in the end, we sat together in the shade of a tree, wrinkled our faces, and watched our classmates run.

After being silent for nearly a minute, he suddenly approached me, stretched out his hand, and put the watch on his wrist in front of me.

"Ke Keer, help me take a look, what time is it?"

I was ignorant at the time and didn't know what he wanted to express. I looked down at my watch, then at his watch, and replied, "It's pretty accurate, mine is also 3:13."

He left disappointed after hearing this.

Later, I heard from my classmates that the watch in his hand was a famous watch, worth 2 yuan.

I think he may think that I am not noble enough, so he does not want to make friends with me. Those who can tell his brand at a glance, and those who are willing to follow behind him are his real good friends.

Knowing the truth, I sighed and sighed when I saw the backs of a group of young masters, I was worthy of being the son of Beier Jinger who came back from Beijing, and I didn’t even pretend to be forced to hide these things. It's so dark that people can't figure it out.

Later, I heard that Zhang Manhua never went to school in Beijing, but lived with relatives in Beijing for a month during the summer vacation.

When I heard the news, I even released my sighs, leaving only sighs.

I looked at Zhang Manhua in front of me, and then connected with the immature Zhang Manhua from before. From the corners of his evil mouth, I can definitely conclude that it is a person.

I also stood up, and he raised his wine glass and smiled at me, saying, "Ke Keer, I just think it looks like you are really you, you look so pretty."

This awkward accent, I hope I didn't finish listening with a frown.

When I was young, I was still a lot more naive, how did I endure it, and there is such a twisted recognition.

It is a good thing to have yearning, but some people's yearning really embarrasses others.

I chuckled, and raised the cup as well, but when I saw that there was a drink in the cup, I looked down at Jing Yi, with pleading eyes.

She shook her head slightly, then handed me her glass.

Just half a glass of beer, suitable for girls, but also suitable for small talk.

"Long time no see, Zhang Manhua."

I clinked glasses with him and prayed, this old schoolmate, never talk to me again.

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