Crimson Garland

"Why is it your class, you arrived later than me!?" After h Shanshan came and sat down hastily, i reached out and pointed her leg to question.

"Unexpected accident." H whispered justified.

It has been nearly a month since the two met for the first time when they took the wrong book.

H is a student of the School of Engineering. To be honest, her major and i's major are not at the same level, but during this month, the two of them often attend classes together when they have nothing to do.

"It's quite interesting." I explained it like this, but I don't know what the phrase "interesting" actually said.

H felt a little nervous at first—after all, in the past few hurried meetings, i was always out of reach in her heart.

But now after nearly a month, both of them almost unconsciously want to get closer, so not only class, but also self-study, eating, and traveling, i and h have to find thousands of excuses to get each other's company.

So when there are enough companions, this kind of relationship has successfully become close enough, whether in each other's hearts or in the eyes of outsiders.

"You guys got to know each other pretty quickly."

The friends I meet on the road will also tell me the same way.

"Of course, good friend." I replied with a smile and waved.

The vines of wisteria fell to the eaves of the corridor, and in the winding corridor, the breath of rain and fog permeated the stone bricks.

It's already early summer, and even if pedestrians don't bring umbrellas in such light rain, it won't have any impact.

I ran to the bottom of the veranda in the rain early in the morning, and saw h sitting by the stone bench under the veranda.

"It's so early." After i approached, he bent down and approached h with a smile.

"I'm not going out with you." H turned off the phone in his hand, and stood up from the small stone table.

The two of them stood and watched the rain outside the corridor for a while, and then started to hold up their umbrellas and go outside.

"I said so early that I'm leaving school to go to the city, and you're willing to accompany me," I walked, and suddenly raised his head to look at H, "You really can get up early, right?"

H knew that she was mocking her for always being late for class in the morning, so she answered dumbfoundedly: "This one is different."

"Why is it different? If you can get up, you can get up." I thought about it, smiled and continued to ask: "Oh, still, you really like me."

"Hey?"

"Play with me so you can get up early. If you go to class, you can't get up early. Do you like me?"

i's expression was very sly, h knew that she was probably teasing himself again.

So she pursed her lips, nodded and replied, "Yes, I like you."

When she said this, neither of them answered for the first time. H moved his fingertips holding the handle of the umbrella, turned the umbrella surface in the rain, and threw up arc-shaped rain lines.

The silence seemed to last for a long time, but it was actually just a few breaths.

After counting breaths, i quickly raised his head again and continued to ask: "Really?"

"real."

"Okay, then I quite like you too." I smiled, and the tone of my answer sounded half-true and half-fake.

H was a little confused, she looked down at i, only to find that the tips of i's ears were red again.

Maybe it's hot, I'm hot too. H thought about it, and touched his slightly warm earlobe.

"Hey." After another period of silence, i seemed to be a little unhappy suddenly, h looked down at her, and saw that she was also pinching his ears, walking forward with her head down and stepping on the water.

"Really?" After walking for a long time, i suddenly raised his head again, and tugged at h's sleeve.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, and there was also a sense of beauty that H had only recently become familiar with.So H took one look, and then another look.

"real."

"Really what?"

"I really like you."

Having said that, I seemed to be happy again suddenly, and asked with a "puchi" while laughing.

"Just 'quite'?"

"That's 'very'."

"What?"

"I still like you very much."

"Then I like you too."

"Really"

"really."

The author has something to say:

**, no matter what, I finally finished writing it!Big cheers.

In fact, I didn’t get in touch with the context when I wrote it here, because I didn’t even bother to recall what I wrote before (.)

It seems that it has been more than a year. This collection of short stories is really just randomly scribbled like solitaire when waiting for a bus, meal, or someone, or when I just woke up and had nothing to do. When I first started writing No one read it, I wrote it myself for fun, and now someone reads it in the north, which makes me feel ashamed x1000000

So if you read it, it’s best to lose your memory in place. If you haven’t read it, don’t read it. Promise me, okay? (sincere face)

As for short stories, I will still write scribbles when I am waiting for a bus, a meal, someone or just waking up, and I may or may not post them hhhhhh

Thank you for your company all the time, see you later! (Deep bow with head pointing to the ground)