midsummer restlessness

After a failed breakfast, the two reached an agreement tacitly. Each had a bowl of quick-frozen dumplings stuffed with three delicacies and watched the latest anime on the sofa. The only silence in the big and empty living room was the classic Japanese dialogues of anime characters on TV, and The sound of soup squirting out after biting the dumpling.

The sunlight outside the window was dyed into a warm tone by the orange curtains that were not opened. The air conditioner slowly blows away the summer heat, and the room is cool, warm and comfortable.

The ending song sounded to announce the end of this season's anime. The two of them stared at each other. On the coffee table were two empty bowls with only dumpling soup left. Oh no, there was no dumpling soup left in one of the bowls. .

"If you insist on this, you can't blame me for being ruthless." Xia An held his left hand over his heart with his right hand, heartbroken.

Wang Junkai just gave her a cold look, and looked away in disdain, "You forced me to do this."

"You - you are too cruel!" Xia An covered her face and cried.

"Stop talking nonsense, we dare to make a break between you and me." Wang Junkai said with a sharp move - "Rock paper scissors!"

Cloth versus scissors.

"Haha!" Xia An excitedly jumped up from the sofa, gesticulating with scissors and dangling his butt in front of his eyes, "Yeah yeah yeah~ the boundless sky is my love, the rolling green hills The flowers are blooming under your feet, the rhythm of not washing the dishes is the most ah and the most swinging, and the singing voice of not washing the dishes is the happiest—Wang Junkai is my most beautiful cloud, two bottles of Liby let you stay! Hey! Stay!"

She convulsively handed her hand to the front of the empty sofa, her tone was exaggerated like a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, "Oh, the audience friends are so enthusiastic~ Everyone sing with me! Wash, wash, wash, ah, puff~ Wash, wash, wash, ah, wash, wood~"

Resigned to his fate, Wang Junkai picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, completely ignoring this kind of insanity.

Xia An honestly sat on the sofa and watched a TV series when she was tired. The Korean dramas with bloody plots and dubbing were so boring that she fell asleep.

In the quiet living room, only the sound of tap water flowing slowly in the sink in the kitchen is left, which is pleasant and harmonious.

Xia Anfang walked lightly into the kitchen, stopped behind the boy and quietly watched him wash the dishes.

Wang Junkai was wearing a simple black T-shirt, his thin back was slender and straight, and his fair neck was exposed under his soft black hair.

Squeeze the detergent on the dishwashing cotton, and make foam on the white porcelain bowl with familiar movements.

His hands are beautiful, white and slender with distinct joints and round fingertips, and his nails are always neatly manicured.

Such hands are pleasing to the eye whether they are playing a musical instrument or washing dishes under the tap with foam.

On the wrist is a sandalwood bracelet.

Xia An recognized at a glance that it was the gift she gave him on Valentine's Day in his sophomore year in high school. Now it looks old and out of shape, and he doesn't know where to throw his own. with.

She couldn't help being moved in her heart, and she was unconsciously fascinated watching his neat movements.

"What are you doing?" Wang Junkai looked up at her, frowned, and scratched her nose with his hands still stuck to foam, "I've never seen anyone else wash the dishes."

Xia An curled his lips, opened his hand, didn't notice the foam in his nose, and muttered, "I'm happy."

Wang Junkai laughed seeing her, ignored her, rinsed the two bowls and put them in the cupboard.

Xia An reserved her nose, and couldn't help but also curled the corners of her mouth.

The midsummer sun is just right, and all of it spills into the kitchen through the glass.

Wang Junkai's whole body was soaked in the sun, his side face looked soft against the light, and the broken light danced on his long eyelashes, which was so beautiful that it made people enchanted.

Xia An couldn't help being intoxicated in the harmony and comfort of this afternoon, her heart softened and quieted down.

I want time to pass slowly, more slowly, to keep the sun in the midsummer afternoon, and keep the boy in the sun.

There was the sound of the key turning the lock, and then the sound of the door being pushed open.

Xia An subconsciously looked towards the door, and met Gu Liyin's surprised gaze.

"This is—" Gu Liyin spoke hesitantly, his eyes fell on Xia An, but the intention in his words was directed at Wang Junkai.

Wang Junkai hesitated for a moment, Xia An stretched out his hand first, "Hello, my name is Xia An, and I am Xiaokai's high school classmate."

Gu Liyin didn't respond, her pretty eyes were as calm as a lake, and just when Xia An felt a little embarrassed, she slowly returned to hold her hand - only the fingertips.

The voice was soft and distant.

"Hello, my name is Gu Liyin, and I am Wang Junkai's girlfriend."

She said, with a generous and decent smile on her beautiful and delicate face.

Maybe it's a woman's natural and precise intuition. The first time she saw her, Xia An was sure that she and Wang Junkai were the same kind of person—the kind of person whose calm eyes were turbulent, and who liked to hide the truth with a proper smiling mask. people.

Concisely explained the reason why he appeared here, Xia An automatically omitted unnecessary plots, trying to make the motive sound as simple as possible.

It is only because the friends who live together are temporarily inconvenient and have no choice but to stay here temporarily for one night.

Gu Liyin didn't seem to raise any doubts, on the contrary, she expressed her understanding very generously.

"If there is any inconvenience in the future, just come here to live, we are all classmates, this small favor should be done."

Gu Liyin's eyes are very beautiful, with light makeup on, the eyes are always calm and there are no waves, but it is difficult for people to look at them with peace of mind.

Whenever Gu Liyin's beautiful eyes looked at Xia An with unknown meaning, it always made her feel a certain kind of indescribable embarrassment.

Xia An forced a smile, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

Before leaving, she handed the gift box to Wang Junkai. Wang Junkai took it hesitantly, moved his lips but said nothing.

Xia An watched him hesitating to speak, a little bit of starlight flickered in his eyes, and finally dimmed.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you."

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