After wearing the spare tire, I was with Bai Yueguang

First of all, of course, it cannot be a "couple outfit" by default.

"It's An Chen's. I was in a hurry in the morning, so I took the wrong one." Yan Guiqiu explained.

"You live together?" Jiang Xuehe asked.

"No, it's just that I just rented a house recently. Sometimes they come to me to play, and some clothes will be placed by me."

It is also common for girls to change coats, especially Yan Guiqiu and Song Anchen, who grew up together and have similar statures. They are also close to Yan Guiqiu's place, and they usually walk the most frequently, so naturally they have the most clothes left behind.

As Yan Guiqiu talked, he finally realized what the point was.

"When they came, they all stayed in the guest room." Yan Guiqiu explained, "I just moved, and the things in the boxes haven't been sorted out yet, so it won't happen in the future."

She paused, and then added: "And as far as I know, they are all straight, and the boyfriends they have dated are not enough to count on one hand."

Jiang Xuehe asked: "What about you?"

Yan Guiqiu could only raise his hand and swear: "This is my first love!"

Jiang Xuehe laughed and said, "Just asking casually, don't be so nervous."

Yan Guiqiu nodded and complimented, "It's Sister Xuehe who has a good memory."

This dress was a style from several years ago, and she couldn't remember exactly when she stuffed it in casually.

Jiang Xuehe coughed lightly, showing a rare embarrassment, touched his nose, and changed the subject: "A friend introduced me to a few shops this morning, all of which are on the west side of the city, and one is near your school. I think It will be settled next week, but I am not familiar with the surrounding situation, Guiqiu, do you have time to accompany me to take a look?"

Yan Guiqiu blinked, and nodded without thinking: "Okay!"

Jiang Xuehe smiled, and said gently: "Then I will trouble you then."

Yan Guiqiu nodded again and again, his mood was soaring, as if he had floated to the clouds in an instant, and his footsteps were fluttering until he got off the car.

Jiang Xuehe parked the car downstairs, and Yan Guiqiu pointed her to the rented floor.

It is a relatively new community, with good greening, the floors are not too high, and the exterior walls are beautifully done. Not far away is the playground of the next-door university, which connects to the small park outside the community.

It is indeed a place suitable for everyday life.

Jiang Xuehe took note of the location and made an appointment with Yan Guiqiu before saying goodbye to her and leaving.

When Yan Guiqiu returned, Song Anchen was preparing her "masterpiece" in the kitchen, when she heard her push the door in, pointed to the mobile phone on the table, and said, "Auntie Meng called me just now."

"My mother?" Yan Guiqiu asked, "What's wrong?"

"He said he was going on a business trip next week, and asked me about your schedule next week. It seems that there are other things. You can call back and ask yourself. I don't know clearly. Let you tell her yourself."

Yan Guiqiu let out an "oh", continued to take off his shoes, and then picked up his mobile phone to look through the history records of various communication tools.

The most recent one was two days ago, reminding her that the weather was getting colder and reminding her to pack more clothes.

"Your family is really awkward. Could it be that you have some kind of electronic social disorder? You looked fine when you were at home." Song Anchen complained while turning off the fire.

"Maybe he hasn't kept up with the times. After all, he has been lying in the hospital for so many years."

Yan Guiqiu greeted Song Anchen: "I'll go to the balcony and make a call."

Song Anchen gave a "hmm", and when Yan Guiqiu turned and walked across the room, he couldn't help but sighed in a low voice.

Compared with a simple and harmonious family like the Song family, Yan Guiqiu's life is actually not easy.

When I was young, my father fought openly and secretly for power and profit, and when I was a little older, my mother was also uneasy. After a car accident, I lay in the hospital for several years, and almost didn't even keep the last inheritance of my mother's family.

During that time, Song Anchen and Yan Guiqiu hadn't moved around so closely, not because of a bad relationship, but because Yan Guiqiu was very busy.

It is considered a luxury to be able to find time to have a meal together in a month, and there are also a large number of absenteeism and absenteeism at the school, and it is almost impossible to graduate.

Probably because of this, when Yan Guiqiu chooses to leave the Yan family to live a stable life as an ordinary person, the rest of the family are usually not willing to bother her anymore.

Occasionally, when I come to her for something, I have to ask her friends obliquely, and only speak when I confirm that she is not busy and in a good mood.

This way of getting along with Song Anchen is of course strange in the eyes of a "normal person", but the person involved has no dissatisfaction, so it is hard for her to say anything.

After all, she is making friends with Yan Guiqiu, not with the Yan family, so naturally Yan Guiqiu thinks happiness is the most important thing.

Song Anchen shook his head, threw out those messy thoughts, and cracked two eggs in the frying pan.

On the balcony, Yan Guiqiu called his mother, Meng Xinglan.

The phone was connected after only two rings, and the voice of my mother saying "the meeting was over" could be vaguely heard on the opposite side.

After a while, the voice became clearer, and the conversation always started with a short greeting.

Meng Xinglan said that he was going on a business trip next week, and he would probably pass by Yunhua City. He wanted to invite his daughter to dinner, but Yan Guiqiu had no plans to go out in the short term, so he agreed.

Then came the second thing.

"The second son of your Uncle Gu's family has returned to China. He said he wanted to meet you, probably because he was interested in you. Do you want to see him?"

"Uncle Gu?" Yan Guiqiu squinted his eyes and thought for a while before he remembered who he was, "Second son, can't he be my classmate from junior high school?"

Meng Xinglan said yes.

The second young master Gu had confessed his love to Yan Guiqiu in the past, but of course he was rejected without hesitation, and it became a joke in the school.

Later that second young master left the country, and without hearing from him, Yan Guiqiu had long since forgotten about it.

Unexpectedly, the other party was obsessed with it, and the first thing after returning home was to please her mother first.

Nowadays, Yan Guiqiu is not like the beautiful young lady in the past. In the eyes of many people, she has been labeled as "incompatibility with the family" and "a lost dog". Kind of sincere.

It's a pity that Yan Guiqiu was unmoved, just asked a few more times out of curiosity, and then refused without hesitation: "No, it's impossible for me to like him, so don't delay him."

Meng Xinglan said, "Okay, then I'll find a reason to help you back."

Then there was a short silence.

Ms. Meng was not very good at expressing her love. When Yan Guiqiu calmed down, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Of course, there are many things I want to ask. In addition to my health and studies, I also want to ask how I am feeling recently, whether I have eaten on time, and whether I have encountered any unhappy things...

But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Guiqiu has been a very assertive person since he was a child. Because he is too assertive, it makes it difficult for his family to intervene. As time goes by, even his words of concern seem to become childish.

In the end, it was Yan Guiqiu who recovered from the silence. She leaned her head against the window sill of the balcony, and saw birds gliding in the clear blue sky.

She was distracted by those unimportant things, and she was tangled and hesitant about another thing.

—Will it be too fast?

She hesitated for a moment, and then she made a decision in her heart. She is not used to leaving a retreat for herself to regret.

Just reach out and grab what you want.

Even if there is an abyss in front of you, falling to pieces in the end is better than regretting a lifetime after doing nothing.

Going back to this world, there are very few things that can make her heart turbulent again.

The clouds in the sky moved slowly, and the soft and erratic mass at the corner of the line of sight looked like Jiang Xuehe's face at a glance.

Close your eyes too.

The vegetation and the spring breeze have become the whole world.

"Mom." Yan Guiqiu sighed silently, stood up straight, as straight as a primary school student when giving a report, even if no one could see, "I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

"I'm in love with a girl."

"..."

The sound of the wind rang for a long time, and Yan Guiqiu felt her clenched palms were covered with sweat. She waited until she thought the other party was going to hang up the phone, and then there was a very soft sound——

"Oh."

Then the voice became clearer.

"When will it be settled, bring it back and show us."

"Okay." Yan Guiqiu felt his throat dry, cleared his throat, and said, "She is a very good person, I like her very much."

"Then we must treat her well." Meng Xinglan said.

"Hmm!" Yan Guiqiu laughed again.

Song Anchen, who was standing at the door of the room with a plate in his hand, shook his hands and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

When Yan Guiqiu turned around and walked back, she suddenly changed her face and rushed into the kitchen screaming: "My fried egg!"

When Song Anchen stuffed the fried egg into his mouth in pain, which was black, hard and bitter, and occasionally caught fire, he woke up from a nightmare.

There was a knock on the door outside the room, and looking at the light coming in through the gaps in the curtains, she estimated that it might be getting late. She rubbed her hair like a bird's nest, yawned and opened the door, and saw the geese returning to autumn early After washing up, he stood energetically with his hips on his hips and knocked on the door of the room.

Song Anchen passed her and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall. It was 56:[-], Monday.

"Didn't you make an appointment with Jiang Xuehe tomorrow? Why are you so energetic today?"

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face first. I called the master carpenter to measure the cabinet." Yan Guiqiu looked at his watch and said, "The appointment is 10:30, so it should be in time."

"Why measure the cabinet?" Song Anchen turned his head and looked at the wardrobe in the room. It was bought by the landlord. It is not very big, but it is more than enough for one person, not to mention that Yan Guiqiu usually lives in the master bedroom.

Yan Guiqiu turned around and dragged two boxes over. Song Anchen glanced at them and found that they seemed to be clothes left by other people intentionally or unintentionally.

"Put clothes, the cabinet here is too small, so many are not enough to store, and they have to be sorted, which is even more insufficient."

"..." Suddenly I didn't really want to ask why.

"Those of you who always like to visit outside, it happens that one of you can customize a cabinet, and it will be convenient and quick to put a label on it. Oh, by the way, try to reduce physical contact in public in the future—it's best not to do it in private."

It's as if they are all skin-friendly monsters.

Song Anchen rolled his eyes, put the toothpaste into his mouth numbly, and said vaguely, "You can tell A Luan about this, after all, she is the only one who likes to jump on people every now and then."

While brushing her teeth, she glanced at the dark circles under Yan Guiqiu's eyes.

Although it is not as obvious as before, it still exists clearly, probably because I stayed up late again.

Song Anchen paused: "You won't make another one hundred points for love, right?"

Yan Guiqiu didn't deny it, and was very straightforward: "After all, I'm going to have a partner soon, so of course I have to start paying attention to avoid suspicion!"

Song Anchen: "..." As expected of you.