Y is my love of continuous reading

There is no regret medicine in the world, even if you spend a lot of money, it is difficult to get a chance to do it again.

I regretted it, but it was useless, even breaking up with my sister for three days was useless.

On the second day when I had trouble falling asleep, it happened to be Saturday, and I was going to sleep late in the morning to catch up on sleep, but my phone rang.

It's a voice call from QQ, I don't know who is calling.

I thought it was my sister, so I ruthlessly procrastinated and hung up automatically. Then I rolled up my drooping eyelids, took a look, and almost fell out of bed in shock.

It is K.

I immediately called back, but I didn't know why, and felt flustered for no reason.

The dialogue is no longer retold, and there is nothing more to say.

It probably means that he wants to treat me to a meal on Saturday as an apology.

In fact, I was the one who was so dazed the whole time that I forgot what I said, except for the meal.

When I hung up the phone, it was already 10:30.

His brain seemed to have just begun to function in a mess, and he remembered the appointment just now, at eleven o'clock sharp, to meet at the east gate of the school.

After tidying up in a hurry, wearing black short-sleeves and jeans, he trotted all the way to the east gate, pressing down the lock of hair on the top of his head while running.

K rode Xiaodian, looked down at the phone, his slender legs straddled the sides of Xiaodian and propped up on the ground, a loose white T-shirt hung loosely on his body, and he wore a black fisherman hat.

He heard footsteps, looked up and saw me who was out of breath, and smiled with his lips pursed.

When I reached a place within his reach, he raised his hand very naturally, and pressed down the stump of hair on my head. While I was stunned, he took off the fisherman hat on his head, and with one hand buckle on my head.

"No riding?"

"Ah?...Ah."

"Come up."

"what?"

"I'll take you there."

"Oh……"

There really isn't much to say about the meal.

I know what you want to see, but there are no gossip plots such as pulling hands, wiping mouths, and sharing cups.

He took me to a Korean barbecue restaurant near the school. I have been there a few times before, and it is not bad, but I have to cook the meat myself, which is not enjoyable.

But I have to say, this time I went, it was the most refreshing time I ate.

He roasted the whole process and I ate it.

In the middle, I really felt sorry, and advised him not to patronize me, but to eat something himself.

He responded softly, put down the barbecue tongs in his hand, picked up the chopsticks at the side, stretched them out in front of me very calmly, picked up a piece of meat from my bowl, and put it in his mouth.

I was stunned.

"It feels okay," he chewed the piece of meat in his mouth carefully, "what's the matter?"

"Oh... nothing."

There is no meat in his bowl, and the one on the baking tray is not ready yet, so he has to eat the one in my bowl.Besides, everyone is a boy, and there is nothing to be hypocritical about.

It's okay, just eat mine.

After a meal, it can be said to be very harmonious, the atmosphere is very harmonious, there is basically nothing to say about the harmony, most of the communication is by eye contact.

The only bit of dialogue there is is this.

K: Do you want to eat this?

Y: Well.

K: Do you want lettuce?

Y: Well.

K: Pour some more juice?

Y: Well.

I feel like my image has been completely ruined by such a meal.

I was a little tired after eating, and by the time I realized it, K had already sent me downstairs to the dormitory.

"Go up, I'll stop the car."

"it is good."

I turned around and took two steps, touched my head, and quickly turned back to stop him.

"Your hat!"

K stopped the car and turned to look at me.

I ran over in three steps and two steps, took off the hat on my head and put it on his head.

"Back to you."

K was stunned for a moment, then smiled, raised his hand suddenly, touched my head, and said with a smile: "Your hair is messed up, why don't you wear it!"

"No, no, no, I don't want it, I'll give it back to you, goodbye!"

Fleeing is what I describe.