midsummer restlessness

Wang Junkai put the gear on and the engine roared. He skillfully reversed the car out of the parking space. When he turned the first right turn onto the highway, he unfortunately ran into the most crowded red light this morning.

Bored and tapping the steering wheel, he fiddled with the phone with one hand. The latest Weibo news was on the page, and the news that Real Madrid beat Atletico Madrid to win the Champions League almost swiped the screen.

Some news even sharply pointed out that the Premier League reversal skill upgrade classic is comparable to Istanbul in 05.

Wang Junkai pressed the screen lock with some annoyance, and the silver iPhone 6 twirled in the palm of his hand, before being thrown onto the gray seat cushion of the co-pilot.

The line waiting for the bus in front of them was long and dark, like a long, dim time of endless waiting.

Estimating that this posture would take at least three traffic light transitions to pass, Wang Junkai became even more irritable. For some reason, his mood has been cloudy since this morning. This is quite rare for Wang Junkai who has always been good at stabilizing his emotions and adjusting his mood.

Since graduating and entering the society, there are few things that can shake his peaceful heart. He is like an eminent monk with a calm heart and a love for Buddhist scriptures. Shuttle in this huge and cold city, he is one of the few who is qualified to stand One of the high-level people who looked down on the bright lights of the city, but his eyes were always gray. The streets at night were illuminated by street lights as bright as day, but they still couldn't warm the growing emptiness in his heart.

He began to miss the self who had just walked out of the campus more and more frequently, holding countless longings and hopes, or earlier, the self who had not yet stepped out of the campus, sitting near the window sill, doing things skillfully. or reading a favorite book quietly, and occasionally listening to the person on the right complaining about why there are so many homework left, the math teacher in the next class is so fierce, it seems that even people and their hearts are bathed in sunshine Here, warm and down-to-earth.

Either way, it's better than the current one.

However, it is a pity that those pasts that seem extremely precious now cannot go back.

Human beings are always contradictory and greedy animals, always running wildly all the way, desperately pursuing those dreams, and then thinking about those once owned that were left behind after they got their wishes.

For example, the future, for example, Xia An.

The first time I saw Xia An was on the first day of school, he found his seat according to the seating chart written on the blackboard, 3 rows and 2 groups - the one by the window.

Wang Junkai walked to the window with his schoolbag on his shoulders, and was seated next to a girl with large black-rimmed glasses, staring blankly at him along the way.

Regarding her impolite reaction, Wang Junkai just shrugged his shoulders and didn't care much. I have seen this kind of nympho reaction not once or twice.

"Just looked at the seating chart, your name is Xia An, right?"

He sat down, neatly arranged his things, and asked casually.

"Ah."

The girl nodded and smiled, showing her white and neat teeth.

Without stopping what he was doing, he took the time to glance at her, and smiled to show his beautiful canine teeth, "I can get along happily in the future, hey, my name is Wang Junkai."

"Wang Junkai."

The girl smacked her lips, quite dissatisfied, "You are so good-looking, why did you have such an ugly name?"

Wang Junkai was choked all of a sudden, not knowing how to respond.

It's a pity that I couldn't consult your opinion when I was born that year before entering the household registration booklet.

Not aware of his emotions, the girl went on talking on her own.

"We will definitely get along happily in the future! I'll call you Xiaokai."

Completely ignoring the logical relationship between these two sentences and the mood of the other party after making the decision to address them without authorization.

"what ever."

Wang Junkai raised his eyebrows, and sat down to pack his books calmly, slandering the person in front of him for being too familiar.

In the days that followed, Xia An really blatantly yelled one after another, and Wang Junkai felt awkward every time he heard it, so he could only try his best to ignore the strange eyes around him, and pretended to respond calmly, "What's the matter."

Then I saw the girl's big smiling face as expected, "Let's go together after school at night, maybe we will drop by."

"you sure?"

Wang Junkai twirled the signature pen, took the time to glance at her with his eyes that had been staring at the exercise book, his tone couldn't hear the ups and downs, "I live on campus and go back to the boys' dormitory after school. I don't mind being with you if I drop by."

The girl's smiling face suddenly collapsed, and her eyes that were sparkling with excitement just now were full of disappointment, "I'm fine, but the dormitory auntie may not be sure."

But in less than a minute, the dim eyes lit up again, "Then we can still go out of the teaching building together, at least we are going along the way."

Then he snapped his fingers, "That's it, it sounds really exciting."

Wang Junkai glanced at it speechlessly, he couldn't be bothered to care about this kind of guy who is entertaining himself and enjoying himself.

Over the next few weeks, situations like this intensified.

From the "Little Kai" who was fairly safe at the beginning, to the "accidental" encounter downstairs in the boys' dormitory after school, to the love box lunch at noon, and the morning and evening greetings that appeared on the phone on time every day, Xia An was haunted by him. Every corner of life appears just right.

Wang Junkai, who is not low in emotional intelligence, naturally saw her little thoughts.

But since she hadn't made it clear, he pretended not to know, and ignored her and let her come to see what tricks she could come up with.

But to his surprise, Xia An didn't do anything more outrageous, and just stopped here, just like the routine good night every day, it was just two words and a moon expression.

Xia An forcibly stuffed himself into Wang Junkai's life, but drew a boundary in the limited space, no matter how blatantly he did it, he never took a step past.

I thought she would be like the other suitors, just a novelty for a while. After all, this is a world of faces. After a long time, I got tired of seeing her, so I gave up and stopped doing these inexplicable actions, but who knew that Xia An persisted for half a year. , Wang Junkai couldn't help but couldn't hold back, what's the situation.

One afternoon in the first semester of high school, Wang Junkai was on the way to the library with the newly completed mock questions given to him by his head teacher, when he was hit hard from behind by someone, and the materials in his hand were scattered all over the place. A few boys with crooked ties were holding basketballs and giggling maliciously.

"You are Wang Junkai from Class [-] and [-], right? I heard that you are very attractive! I will play against your class in the basketball game next week, and I will play if I have the guts!"

The boy who took the lead was not wearing a school uniform, and had four or five black earrings on his ears, "You don't have to come if you are afraid." He provoked with a yin and yang tone, and then hugged the basketball and a group of people fiercely. Walking away, from time to time someone would look back at him with disdain, and arrogantly make curse gestures.

Wang Junkai frowned, looked at their backs and didn't react. If it was the first time he encountered such a thing, he would definitely go up and punch the other party first to make him clean his mouth before talking.

However, this is not the first time this has happened.

Less than a semester has started, and he can always meet a group of inexplicable people on various occasions to provoke him in various fields. The lines are all fixed in the format of "next week xx competition, if you have the ability, you will play!".

Wang Junkai reluctantly picked up the review materials on the ground, feeling that they were rather boring, and next week's basketball game and mathematics evening class collided with time, so he would not go at all.

I don't know how they heard that they are very good at basketball, and they made such childish and low-level actions.

He sighed silently, flipping through the materials he picked up, but found that two copied mock questions were missing. These are the questions for next week's weekly exam that will be handed over to the Academic Affairs Office for checking and printing. Scanning, I found those two white A4 papers in the middle of the road. I was about to walk over and saw a bicycle approaching the target impartially.

"Ugh--"

He anxiously shouted at the bicycle, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes. Before he could see it clearly, the man rushed over, bent down quickly and picked up two A4 papers, and just as he was about to evacuate, he followed the rider. The bikes collided.

The cyclist also fell half to death with his car, got up and held on to the car, cursing, "There is something wrong with my brain! Get under the wheel of other people's car, want to die to find a taxi, but hit the bicycle and can't die, so frustrated."

The language was very ugly, Wang Junkai looked at her with a frown, and wanted to refute a few words to remind him to pay attention to his words, but the person who was hit waved his hand first, and apologized to the person, "I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly. "

The person who was knocked to the ground was none other than his wonderful tablemate Xia An.

Wang Junkai touched the bridge of his nose with a headache, how could he always meet her.

The cyclist obviously didn't let go of his anger, and had a bad attitude, "Why do you need the police if an apology is useful? Do you think you blindly bumped into someone else and said sorry?"

Xia An looked at the test paper that had just been rescued with all his might, heaved a sigh of relief, looked up with a smile on his face, and apologized again.

The one-way street in the school was originally stipulated that no vehicles were allowed to pass. It was obvious that the person violated the regulations first, but he put on a face of being unreasonable and unforgiving.

Thinking of this, Wang Junkai couldn't help being a little bit aggrieved. He quickly stepped forward to help Xia An, without even looking at the cyclist, "Why do you apologize?"

"He didn't understand again."

The volume was not loud, just enough for the three people present to hear clearly.

Then, ignoring the girl's surprised eyes, he pulled her away, ignoring the harsher scolding sound from the person behind him.

"Hey, your test paper."

Xia An handed him two crumpled A4 papers, "It's a good thing they didn't get crushed, otherwise you'd be in trouble."

After speaking, he glanced again, "It seems to be a mock question for next week's weekly exam. If I read it, it doesn't count as cheating."

The girl laughed heartlessly, as if the person who was hit hard by the bicycle just now was not her at all.

"Are you dumb?"

Wang Junkai ignored her unfunny stalk, and looked at her with a serious expression, "You think two non-motorized vehicles with wheels can't do anything to you, do you? Then next time, do you want to change a racing car for you to play with?"

Xia An was a little frightened by his aura, and he had never seen him so angry when he was stalking him. She shrank her neck and argued in a low voice, "Aren't I afraid that he will emboss the paper that he just copied? Do it, make a mark, how can you hand it over to the teaching office."

Wang Junkai stared at her in silence for a long time, then spoke slowly.

"How do you know that the two A4 papers are just copied rolls?"

Xia An was speechless for a moment, and she didn't dare to look at him, she murmured, "Guess."

Wang Junkai continued to stare at her with an unchanged expression.

"Oh, I'll follow you all the time, okay?"

After Xia An finished speaking, she turned her head in frustration, completely oblivious to the corners of someone's lips raised after hearing this, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Also, why did you humiliate that guy just now?"

Wang Junkai suddenly remembered Xia An's timid attitude just now, and he didn't understand.

"That person is the Youth League branch secretary of our grade, your immediate boss. If I don't apologize to him first and deal with it, why don't I wait for him to recognize you and put on your shoes for you?"

Xia An gave him a contemptuous look, and muttered, "He's very vengeful."

Maybe it's because of the pressure on his legs. Xia An walked very hard, limping, his long hair spilled from behind to his shoulders, and a few strands of hair were scattered around his ears. There was a warm halo in the afternoon sun. A serious look that is different from the past.

Wang Junkai's heart suddenly became inexplicably warm and soft.

"Hey, is your leg okay, why don't you go to the infirmary?"

He rarely expressed concern, while bending over to check her leg, Xia An unnaturally dodged backwards, and hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, it's fine, it's not hurting anymore."

Someone narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing it.

"Really! I didn't lie to you, you see, I can still walk!" Xia An explained, and took two quick steps to prove it, "I can still jump!" Then he jumped twice in cooperation.

Unexpectedly, just as his feet hit the ground, his expression suddenly changed.

"...damn."

Xia An cried and said, "I sprained my ankle."

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