Y is my love of continuous reading

It seemed that he was really hungry.

He finished the bread with big mouthfuls, chewed the last bit of bread in his mouth, and said vaguely: "This bread is not as good as last year's."

I froze and reacted for a while before realizing when he was talking about.

I mentioned half of it before, it was the first class at that time last year, when K rushed to the classroom.

In the middle of the class, there was a long grunt next to me. I turned my head, and K clutched his stomach in embarrassment, as if he wanted to strangle the throat of the stomach, and kill the attempt to accuse with whining in the cradle.

After more than ten minutes of class break, I smiled and took out the bread in my schoolbag and stuffed it into his hand.

He also explained to me later that it was because the teacher forcibly kept them in the special teaching and refused to let them go, so he rushed to the classroom in a hurry and didn't have time to eat.

It all happened more than half a year ago, and now I try to think about it, but some details are blurred and can no longer be finalized, just like a jigsaw puzzle, a few pieces are missing, no matter how hard you try to put together, it will not be a complete picture .

how to say?There is no comparison between last year's bread and this year's bread.

I don't know why K suddenly mentioned this matter, this insignificant matter that is almost disappearing from my memory.

I smiled, turned my head, avoided his gaze and returned my gaze to the books spread out on the table.

The classroom was suddenly quiet, because I arrived early, except for me who was used to it and K who didn't know why he was earlier than me, there was no one else in the huge classroom.

The weather was just right, the sun was relentlessly flooding the outside, passing through the windows domineeringly, dancing cheerfully on the tables in the front row, causing the dust in the air to boil with enthusiasm.For a moment, it seemed that the air was transformed, and under the sunlight, it showed a mottled and messy beauty.

I have been reading books carefully, previewing what the teacher will say in class later.When class was approaching, I put down the book in my hand, sat back and leaned on the back of the chair behind me, and suddenly found that K beside me had fallen asleep.

He did not lie comfortably on the table, but in an extremely awkward posture in my opinion, resting his face on his hands, resting his elbows on the table, his back straight, leaning to one side, facing the sunlight The direction I came from was just right, blocking the book that was spread out on my desk.

It would be a lie if I said I didn't feel anything.

Although the possibility that K just likes to rest in this position cannot be ruled out, there is still a small possibility that he slept in such an uncomfortable position for nearly an hour in order to help me cover the sun.

My sister didn't have the awareness to help me do this, she didn't yell at me to help her block the sun, it was already very good.

I stared blankly at his side face, wondering what this man was thinking.

Suddenly, those tightly closed eyes opened, and the eyelashes fluttered twice in the sunlight, leaving a perfect arc.

When the dark eyes looked into mine, I avoided it in a panic, but found nowhere to escape and unconsciously glanced at his face.

How should I explain, I was distracted, instead of staring at his face and thinking about something messy.

Me: "Well, class is about to start..."

K: "Oh?"

Me: "I, I just wanted to wake you up, but before you woke up, you woke up."

K: "Then how about I sleep again and you wake me up?"

I:"……"

I turned around with my limbs stiff, and continued to read with a dull head.

Then, he smiled.

Laughing and shaking violently.

I just looked at the outline of the shadow he created for me on the table, and with his laughter and movements, it fainted in my life tremblingly.