gentle trap

Although it was said that he came to the cram school for Ying Qingyuan, the teacher was indeed very good, he laid some of the foundations he had left behind more firmly, and at the same time learned some knowledge for the next semester ahead of time.

During this period of time, he had finished his winter homework and had nothing to do. However, because of Ying Qingyuan's excellent performance last semester, the teacher called him and asked him if there was a composition competition. If he hadn't returned home, would he Go give it a try.

When Ying Qingyuan went to the competition, Xiang Zhiyan also went.

Of course, he went too, but when the two of them went to the competition, he waited for Ying Qingyuan at the school gate alone.

When they came out, the two of them walked towards the school gate side by side. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Xiang Zhiyan kept leaning towards Ying Qingyuan, and Ying Qingyuan didn't know if it was to avoid suspicion, to keep the distance on purpose, or just inadvertently. Leaning to the side, the two people were almost walking sideways, Yu Fei silently watched the two people walk from the position of the gate to the small gate.

"Brother Fei."

The smile on the girl's face froze when she saw him, and she nodded awkwardly and politely at him. She didn't know if she had finished speaking, but at least she didn't continue and chose to shut up.

Ying Qingyuan smiled and nodded at the other party, and then went home with Yu Fei.

The two walked ahead side by side.

Laba is two days after the game, and Ying Qingyuan will go back to his hometown tomorrow; thinking that he will not be able to have close contact with the opponent for a while, Yu Fei will inevitably feel a little disappointed.

"Your hands are prone to frostbite, remember to wear gloves and don't touch cold water."

"Also, when you go back to celebrate the New Year, don't always read books and do problems so late, and get up so early the next day. You are on vacation, and you don't want to go to school in another place."

Yu Fei racked his brains to say more to the other party, but he didn't know what to say.

The snow in City C has already started to fall heavily. When walking on the road, sometimes you will step on a layer of ice, and if you don't pay attention, you will slip past.Yu Fei held the umbrella in his hands, and leaned most of the umbrella in the direction of the opponent; probably because he was afraid that his clothes would also be soaked in snow, Ying Qingyuan leaned very close to him.

A small umbrella formed a protective circle, and the two of them were close together, unable to tell whether it was the whiteness of the falling snow or the white mist when they were talking that dimmed their eyes.

It's cold outside the umbrella, but there is a little warmth inside the umbrella.

"I remember." Ying Qingyuan responded to him obediently, the young man looked down at the road, bangs covered the other's brows and eyes, and the mole under his eyes was particularly obvious against the whiteness of this world.

Yu Fei wanted the other party to think more about himself when he went back, but when he opened his mouth, he swallowed the words back and forth.

It's okay, he just wants his wife.

When packing his luggage back home, Yu Fei thought about it seriously, and still stuffed two books into his schoolbag.

He is a man who will sprint into the top [-] in the next semester, so what if he doesn't work hard.

As it turned out, he was quite right to bring back two books.

There is nothing interesting in the countryside, there is no WIFI, the signal is good and bad, playing games is not good, the old TV has those channels back and forth, there is nothing to see, so going around, Yu Fei found that it seems that only reading up.

The old desk was covered with a layer of glass, and Yu Fei's hand couldn't help trembling when it was pasted on it, and he immediately retracted his hand.

I don't know what my wife is doing now.

While stuffing some knowledge into his head, he couldn't help but think of Ying Qingyuan. Over and over again, Yu Fei wrote several names of Ying Qingyuan on the draft paper.

His hands are not as dexterous as Qingyuan's, drawing a picture is like drawing a ghost, it's better not to distort his wife's beauty.

The adults were chatting outside doing things, no one came in to see him, and Yu Fei casually thought about his wife while studying, and no one knew that he was distracted.

It was late at night when the whole family gathered around the table and had a reunion dinner. While drinking and drinking, Yu Fei felt the phone vibrate beside him.

His voice was turned off, and the vibration was usually a text message, or a message sent by Ying Qingyuan to himself.

He had no interest in the former, and when he thought of the latter, his heart began to jump alive, which was completely different from the lifeless afternoon.

Enduring his nervous and flustered mood, Yu Fei waited until most of the people at the table stopped, and then he left the table with his mobile phone.

When he turned on the screen, he saw a few spam text messages, and he clicked clean up, as if to clean up the unhappiness in his heart.

However, he found that it was not much better.

Although the text messages on the screen were quickly swipe away one by one, he became more and more nervous.

Maybe it wasn't sent by his wife, maybe his roommate asked him to play games together.

When he clicked into the chat interface, the red mark on the top made him bite his tongue excitedly, and the slight pain made him wake up a little bit.

Ying Qingyuan sent him a message.

Not just one.

The other party sent pictures of delicious food and asked him if he had eaten.

Yu Fei regretted that he didn't take photos and send them to Ying Qingyuan when he was in his mother's generation.

He hurriedly stole pictures from Yu's mother's circle of friends and sent them to Ying Qingyuan.

[What are you doing? ]

The New Year's Eve dinner is always late, and it was past eleven o'clock when he finished eating.

Normally, he should be sleeping at this point, but he just finished eating, his stomach is full, and various sounds are intertwined in his ears, which is very confusing.

The adults are chatting at the dinner table, and the children who can't sit still play their own games.

Yu Fei moved a chair and sat on the balcony. The door cut off the sound behind him, but it couldn't stop the noise and laughter of the children downstairs.

They were cheering and they seemed to be having a good time.

Yu Fei felt that he was out of tune with them, yet seemed no different.

He would be overjoyed because of Ying Qingyuan's words and a picture.

[I'm waiting for the New Year. ]

Ying Qingyuan's reply made Yu Fei feel that he had asked nonsense, and he suddenly felt a sense of frustration that he wanted to get close to the other party but failed to do it well.

After a moment of hesitation and sentimentality, the quiet countryside suddenly became lively. The crowd cheered, crackling fireworks sounded, and bright lights cut through the dark curtain, showing their most beautiful scene to the people who bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

[Phine, Happy New Year. ]

Because of the daze just now, Yu Fei's hand speed was a bit slower, and the other party had already sent the message during the typing time, as if he had typed the content early, and when he was waiting for that moment, he sent it all at once .

What are you doing?

I am waiting for the new year.

Yu Fei was slightly distracted, he couldn't help but wonder if Ying Qingyuan took the time to send him blessings.

It also means that I am the first person to receive Ying Qingyuan's blessing.

The author says:

I have something to do on Tuesday, so I will update the content on Thursday.

Huahua: Everyone is anxious to death.

Brother Fei: I'm in a hurry too!

Ying Bao: Hey hey, I'm not in a hurry.