midsummer restlessness

When Wang Junkai came back from the phone call, the class had almost left. Xia An was carrying a schoolbag, holding a stack of books in his hands, and was half-sitting on the table waiting for him.

Wang Junkai ran over with an apologetic face, "I'm afraid I can't take you home today. I have something to do with the student union and I have to go there quickly."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the address book, "I'll call Wang Yuan and ask him to help you move to the school gate, and then you can take a taxi home by yourself."

"No need, go get busy. I have Wang Yuan's phone number. I will call him later."

Xia An laughed and waved his hands indifferently.

"That's fine." Wang Junkai glanced at his watch anxiously, and said, "Be careful on the road, and don't forget to call me back when you get home." Then he ran out in a hurry.

Xia An maintained the posture of leaning on the table, watching him quickly disappear at the door of the class, expressionless.

Xia An didn't call Wang Yuan, she walked home with a book and a box.

After getting home for a long time, I cleaned up, ate, took a bath, and piled up books. By the time everything was done, it was almost evening.

Xia An lay on the bed staring at the phone in a daze.

Fingers linger on the only name in the separate column of contacts, hesitating whether to press it or not.

I looked at the time, it was already 6:4.Counting it, it has been [-] hours since I left school in the afternoon.

No matter how complicated the meeting was, it seemed that it should have ended long ago, but indeed, there was not a single phone call in the whole afternoon.

Dissatisfied with Wang Junkai's indifferent attitude, Xia An buried her head in the pillow irritably.

Qiu Hanhan's words played in a loop in her ears, making her restless.

In fact, it was not a big deal at all. Wang Junkai was the former chairman of the student union, and now he is also the secretary of the Youth Youth League Committee. He has already been included in the recommendation quota. On the eve of the college entrance examination, he has to deal with all kinds of student registration procedures, application for recommendation and other trivial matters. Things are normal.

And if Xia An asked tomorrow, he would definitely explain it clearly to her.

However, these seemingly normal things are the source of Xia An's anxiety.

The better he is, the more insecure she feels.

The more aggressive he was, the more frightened she felt.

That kind of fear is like a punctured ink cartridge, mixed with sour water, thick ink emerges, spreads along the fine lines of rice paper, and soaks the entire blank.

On the wall opposite the room was a slogan of a hundred-day swearing-in: no hardship, no tiredness, senior year is tasteless;

The floodgate of memory was suddenly opened, and the details that I didn't care about in the past flooded in like a tide.

At the [-]-day swearing-in meeting a month ago, Wang Junkai spoke at the rostrum as a graduate representative.

He was wearing a neat school uniform and a neat tie, calm and vigorous.

Xia An sat below, in an inconspicuous position among the crowd, watching his impassioned speech on the podium where everyone was watching.

She vaguely heard the two girls in the front row mention the three words Wang Junkai.

She consciously leaned forward.

"Hey, he's the one from class three."

"Yeah, the last chairman of our student union, he is super nice and has no airs at all."

"But I heard that he is very cold to people. He doesn't talk much."

"That's because I'm not familiar with you. I know him very well. Last time he tutored me for a long time."

"No wonder, I seemed to see you guys at the playground last time."

"You're not his girlfriend, are you?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The girl patted the person next to her in embarrassment.

Hearing the word girlfriend, there was commotion around, and the two girls in the back row hurriedly leaned over.

One of the girls seemed very excited, "Then do you know he has a girlfriend?"

"No, I haven't heard him mention it."

"Besides, Wang Junkai's grades are so good, he must be busy with his studies, he has no time to fall in love."

"That's right...I heard that their class boss Yin is very strict."

"No wonder, it's a key class after all."

Xia An pursed her lips tightly, her fingers holding the phone tightened, her knuckles turned white.

The subsequent conversations and discussions could not be heard clearly, and all the hustle and bustle around them became blurred.

The auditorium suddenly burst into applause like a tide, and Xia An came back to his senses and realized that the speech was over.

She clapped her hands dully, but couldn't hear her own applause, which was drowned in the huge tide.

What was submerged together was her emptiness and uneasiness.

Xia An shook her head to stop herself from remembering.

But those small fragments that she hadn't noticed in the past jumped out uncontrollably, submerging her in the huge anxiety and hopelessness, exactly the same feeling of suffocation.

She jumped out of bed in a panic, reached for her phone, and quickly pressed the number she knew by heart.

Tiny beads of sweat ooze from the palm of your hand, which is extremely sticky against the cold metal shell.

The phone beeped for a long time.

She silently counted her heartbeat, boom, boom.

"Sorry, the number you dialed has been switched off, please try again later."

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