Arranged marriages

Wen Zhaofei was woken up by the ringing of the bell.The beeping radar sound of the mobile phone seemed to be poking at his nerves, disturbing him, so he sat up from the bed and rubbed his hair.

When sitting up, it is inevitable that the ankle will be affected, causing a dull pain.He meditated on the bed for a while, and heard He Yiming's voice.He Yiming chatted with his mother casually in the living room.His mother asked, "Did Mingming come to look for Xiaofei so early?"

He Yiming smiled and said: "It's inconvenient for him to have a sprained ankle. Yesterday we agreed to send him to a meeting. I just happen to have to go to work too, so I'll drop by."

Wen Zhaofei was ashamed to ask He Yiming to wait for him, washed up in a hurry, took the sandwich made by Aunt Zhu, and followed He Yiming out the door.He Yiming walked two steps away, turned around to see him limping, couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to help?"

Wen Zhaofei shook his head.He Yiming shrugged helplessly, and finally walked over to hold Wen Zhaofei's arm so that he could borrow strength.

"Speak up if you have anything to say. Don't force yourself." He Yiming pressed the elevator button, "Yesterday the doctor said, you should not walk around more, please remember."

On the contrary, Wen Zhaofei was at a loss: "I don't mean to force... I really can do it."

As he said that, he even wanted to shake off He Yiming's hand, wanting to move forward by himself to prove that he could really do it.

But He Yiming's hand holding his arm suddenly strengthened, firmly restraining him and not letting him break free: "I'll say it again, the doctor said, it's not advisable to move around more. Don't try to be brave."

Wen Zhaofei stared blankly at He Yiming's face, his brows were tightened, and the corners of his mouth changed from the previous unruly arc, tightly pursed - He Yiming seemed to be angry, angry with him.

What's so angry about this?

While Wen Zhaofei was puzzled, He Yiming helped him into the car, and then went to the driver's seat to start the car. While waiting for the engine to heat up, he stared at Wen Zhaofei in the rearview mirror for a long time. I don't know why, with a blank look on my face.In the end, He Yiming sighed and said: "Did you not sleep well last night because your feet hurt, I found out as soon as I went out, look at your bags under the eyes - I didn't say, why do you always have to support everything by yourself?" , Don’t tell me you’re wronged, don’t talk about the pain in your ankle, forget it if it hurts to death!”

At this point, Wen Zhaofei realized that He Yiming's anger came from a misunderstanding. In fact, it wasn't because of his ankle pain that he didn't sleep well all night, but because he had a nightmare.But when he was about to tell the whole thing, he found that this nightmare had something to do with He Yiming.

He Yiming was right, it was his problem.

At that time, in addition to the teacher's score, the host contest also had students vote.The school has specially opened up a voting channel in its official account, and attached a 3-minute impromptu hosting video of each person.Since Wen Zhaofei and He Yiming ranked first and second in the teacher evaluation, they were also in the top two in the student vote. The voting was tight at first, but then He Yiming slowly overtook them.By the time the voting ended, He Yiming and Wen Zhaofei had already opened up a short vote gap.Wen Zhaofei knew that He Yiming had already won without weighting calculations.

Wen Zhaofei glanced at the sweet and sour meatballs for lunch today, and felt that he was not interested, so he put down his chopsticks and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm going to school."

Mother Wen looked very surprised: "You child, you haven't eaten half a bowl of rice."

But Wen Zhaofei had already left home, he didn't really want to go to class with He Yiming, and felt upset when he saw He Yiming.But this is not the first time he doesn't go with He Yiming, anyway, his mother will tell He Yiming, maybe He Yiming will be happy, so that he can take a nap for a while and let his father send him to school.

Originally, Wen Zhaofei thought that this matter was over like this, but unexpectedly, during the physical exercise class in the afternoon, the head teacher called him out to ask the host of the dance competition about related matters.After listening to the host's request in surprise, Wen Zhaofei couldn't help asking: "But I'm not No. 1 in the host contest...why didn't you ask He Yiming?"

"He Yiming said that he has a cold and a sore throat, so he can't participate in the activities for the time being." The homeroom teacher didn't care, "So the number 2 in the competition is actually not that big. The teacher believes that you can do it, right?"

can he

Wen Zhaofei glanced at the playground in a strange way. He Yiming was obviously playing football vigorously. He went to and from school with He Yiming every day. He Yiming caught a cold but he didn't notice any signs. Is this reasonable?

He lowered his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, and said to the teacher, "I can complete the task, thank you teacher."

His chest was filled with anger, and Wen Zhaofei recalled the day when He Yiming canvassed votes. At that time, he had just seen the seventh chapter of the Red Chamber, where Zhou Rui's family gave palace flowers. "

He is PlanB, not PlanA. He is the one who "picks the rest" and is a last resort.There was no need to embarrass him again, if it wasn't for the fact that He Yiming acted like a good boy when he got the cheap, but lied about being sick after getting the ranking.

Wen Zhaofei felt that He Yiming was humiliating him.

For this reason, he ignored He Yiming for almost half a month. At first, He Yiming said a few words to him provocatively, it was nothing more than sarcasm, or some anecdote today, all he wanted was to lure Wen Zhaofei to talk.Wen Zhaofei just clutched the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, lazily, and ignored him.Three or four days passed, He Yiming's hot face was stuck to his cold butt for a long time, and he became cold due to heat conduction, and finally turned into a cold war between the two sides.

One day, he heard He Yiming and the group of students choreographing him in the classroom.Those people said that what he said was nothing new, it was still the same.I think he is too merciless to record those who violate the class rules, and I think he is aloof and introverted.He was used to it, and he didn't think it was a big deal.

Unexpectedly, He Yiming frowned and said, "What are you talking about him for? It's not a bad luck."

Wen Zhaofei embedded the pages of the exercise book between his nails.He picked at the piece of paper, his eyes dimmed, and anxiety engulfed him again.

Even He Yiming felt that he was unlucky... No matter how much He Yiming satirized him in the past, he would never make such a joke... At any rate, at any rate, he thought he was special to He Yiming.

After recalling the past and reflecting on himself, Wen Zhaofei felt that he should make some changes.He didn't want He Yiming to keep things in his heart without saying anything. People will grow up. He and He Yiming haven't been together day and night for a long time. He Yiming doesn't know him well, so he can accept it.If there is any change, you should tell He Yiming frankly.At least he's not that preoccupied now, he's getting better.

Wen Zhaofei mustered up his courage, but the courage was not fully blown up, like a balloon half blown.So he only dared to look at He Yiming's eyes in the rearview mirror, those eyes looked serious when they were not smiling, and he said: "He Yiming..."

He Yiming glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye, and replied casually, "Hey, what are you calling Brother He for?"

"I..." In the rearview mirror, the eyes of the two met. Wen Zhaofei quickly looked away as if his hand was burned by a hot red iron. He hesitated whether to say: "Didn't you ask me before... how thin I am?" Did it come down?"

The author says:

After everyone’s suggestions, I decided to add a dividing line before recalling, because I found that although I typed a lot of newline keys, the reason for the long typesetting seems not obvious...so it should be better to change it to a dividing line.