midsummer restlessness

Afterwards, Xia An found the next class with the envelope with pink bubbles and the obscene letter inside. When the girl named Shui Bingyue was standing in front of her with two high braids, , Xia An subversively questioned her childhood aesthetics.

After roughly communicating the whole story with her, I realized that it was Shui Bingyue who sent the love letter to the wrong class, and the recipient should be the 3rd row and 2nd group of Class [-] and [-] of senior high school.

Before leaving, Xia An couldn't help being driven by curiosity, and asked casually, "The recipient is not really handsome, is he?"

"Of course!" The girl was emotional, "Don't try to doubt my male god's name with such a complicated and profound connotation, okay? Don't you make a name like a man? And let me remind you, please call him Zhang Shuaishuai next time." Ok? Can you call Shuai Shuai such an intimate name?"

After she finished speaking, she flicked her bangs, and turned her head to leave a voluptuous back view.

Standing alone in the wind, Xia An was a little messy.

The male god, the male god, the male god...is really a man!

Until the following week, she was struggling with what kind of scene the sentence "When I first saw you in the toilet." in the letter was.

After brainstorming, she felt that her life was disillusioned, and she read "If Life Deceives You" silently for a week.

The oolong incident about the confession letter came to an end, and in the next few days, Xia An didn't take the initiative to talk to Wang Junkai again.

It's not that she loses her temper and doesn't want to deal with it, it's just because she knows that what she did was too embarrassing, she really has no face to talk to him again.

She was also secretly wondering if Wang Junkai took the initiative to talk to her, should she apologize to him with a playful smile, so that she would not seem too petty and fussy.

However, it turned out that she was thinking too much.

Wang Junkai didn't seem to take the initiative to talk to her.

She suddenly found to her dismay that since the relationship, if she hadn't taken the initiative, there would have been no unnecessary communication between the two of them.

Whether it's good morning or evening on QQ, or going out on a date, she is always the active party.

This should not be the normal state of affairs between lovers.

In this supposedly equal relationship, she seemed too small and humble.

What is frustrating is that this kind of humbleness is more like the tone laid from the beginning of the confession.

It’s like a song with a slow and sad prelude, no matter how complicated the rhythm changes in the middle, it’s impossible for the ending to be so cheerful as “friction friction, friction on the smooth ground, one step and two steps, like minions, like devil’s steps” off-line melody.

Therefore, when one's own efforts are exchanged for a lukewarm response that is far from expected, the initial tireless enthusiasm will slowly pass away in the great loss, and will eventually be exhausted one day.

Xia An didn't want a day when she was powerless to change.

Looking at the slim and slender figure with the schoolbag slung in front of her, she felt for the first time that being with Wang Junkai as she wished was not as exciting as she had imagined.

"Hey."

The person in front stopped suddenly, and Xia An, who lowered his head and only cared about the loss, bumped into the person's back.

Wang Junkai turned his head and ruffled Xia An's long hair helplessly, "What are you thinking? You're as slow as a snail."

"I didn't think about anything."

Xia An turned her head to avoid his hand.

Wang Junkai put his hands back in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders and didn't care, "When I ate Malatang, I only ate half a bowl. Judging by your appetite, this should only be 1/3 of the usual amount. Why, what's your mood recently? Not good, menstrual period?"

Xia An waved his hand, ignoring his appearance. "The menstrual period is too early, and generally this reason will not affect my appetite."

"Why is that?" Wang Junkai felt puzzled, "You've been acting strange since last Friday."

"Strange? I think I'm quite normal."

Xia An still hung his head and walked forward on his own.

"hey-hey!"

Wang Junkai caught up with her, and waved his hand in front of her, "You're not making a fuss, are you?"

"No."

"Then why haven't you talked to me these days?" Wang Junkai felt a little wronged.

"So if I don't take the initiative to talk to you, you don't take the initiative to talk to me, right?" Xia An stopped and looked up at him, revealing the dissatisfaction accumulated in the past few days in his tone.

Wang Junkai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

"So you're messing with this."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and messed Xia An's long hair again.

"Maybe it's because I'm only busy with class and homework, and I don't think so much."

"Besides, I'm used to you—that is, how to put it." Wang Junkai got stuck in embarrassment, and suddenly couldn't find the right words.

"You're used to me taking the initiative to stick to it, right?" Xia An gave him a sideways look, still looking angry.

"Don't say it so ugly, okay? It's not a big deal. As for being awkward for so long, and if you don't tell me what you think, how will I know what I did wrong." Wang Junkai said helplessly, "So in the future Just say what you think, otherwise it will be very troublesome to guess."

Xia An curled her lips and let out an oh.

"Sure enough, he's still a child."

Wang Junkai sighed helplessly, then bent down to get in front of her, reached out and curled the corners of her mouth.

"Be happy and have a smile."

The young man's fair and delicate face was enlarged infinitely, and the soft and fine fluff could be clearly seen under the sun. Warm temperature was exhaled from the mouth and nose, his cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat was chaotic.

Xia An pursed her lips, and couldn't help but smile along with his movements.

The sycamore trees on both sides of the street are lush and lush, and the sunlight flows between the branches and sprinkles on the ground, breaking into mottled spots all over the ground.

The warm wind in the evening passed over the immature face, itching the green and throbbing heart.

With courage she didn't know where, she gently pulled the corner of his clothes, then stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips cautiously.

The lips are soft and the smell is slightly sweet.

Xia An still remembered the moment when his skin touched, the sycamore branches that filled his eyes were as fresh as the smell on his body.

She suddenly understood that this was what it was called, and her heart was pounding.

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