straight to heaven

After that night is the final exam.

After graduating, I kept reminding myself not to get carried away after a little bit of sweetness.But Lin Xiaoshan, who was still in high school back then, did not understand what is enough.

Even though the previous night, due to the agitation of puberty, I didn't feel sleepy until after three o'clock in the morning, but the next morning, I had two dark circles under my eyes, and my overall spirit was surprisingly good.

Just because of the special "preferential treatment" that Pei Yan came to give me the night before, I could feel as happy as if I had eaten white noodles three times.

I thought I had a common secret with Pei Yanlai, so I thought I had a chance to talk to each other naturally.As soon as he entered the classroom, with a pair of dejected and energetic eyes, he seemed to search for him unintentionally.

But when the homeroom teacher, who looked like Li Kui alive, came in and urged the students to move the desks to the examination room, Pei Yanlai didn't show up.

Full of doubts and no place to rest, he was so bloated that he exhausted all night exhaustion.

At this time, gossip about Zhang Xiaomao and his deskmate came into my ears.

"If the monitor doesn't come, the head teacher next door will be very happy."

"Isn't it? If you divide evenly, you can get more bonuses. However, the monitor of the final exam dares to ask for leave. It's too arrogant."

"It's also his fault. If it were me, Li Kui would have to take my skin off and bring me back into custody together with my parents."

"Hey, you are well informed, do you know why the monitor didn't come to take the exam?"

"Where can I find out about Pei Yanlai's private affairs, and I'm not familiar with him."

"It's boring..."

Oh.

asked for leave.

While moving my own table with a blank expression, I raised a hand for the weak girl beside me.

Hearing the girl blushing and timidly saying thank you, I suddenly remembered that the love letter I received last month was sent from her.

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, it was as if high-voltage bioelectricity was conducting in my body, and I subconsciously avoided her seemingly absent gaze.

After saying "you're welcome", he carried his bag and walked downstairs to the examination room, walking a little fast unconsciously.

I kept my head in suspense until I accidentally bumped into a classmate passing by at the corner of the stairs, and then I stopped belatedly.

My native family is complicated, I live alone, I am more stable than my peers, and I rarely run away like I just did.There is no need to think about the reason, one plus one equals two comes naturally to my mind.

I'm avoiding her.This is an instinctive escape.

She likes me, I know it.I don't like her, so I don't want my unintentional actions to have unnecessary side effects, but to do bad things with good intentions.

What about Pei Yan?

My heart tightened, and the fingers holding the strap of the bag couldn't help turning white.

He's avoiding me too?

But this idea only stayed in my mind for a moment, and then I swung it out again.

I can more or less see the tip of the iceberg.This guy is a film king with more eyes than a beehive and a city deeper than Bohai. If he really thinks I've gone too far, he doesn't have to point it out and let me do whatever I want.

not to mention……

I don't want to admit it, but I'm really not qualified to be a fish disturbing this deep pool.

It took three days for the final exam, but Pei Yan didn't show up once.

At the end of the last scene, I walked out of the school gate absent-mindedly and glanced casually, only to see my mother leaning against a strange car.

Bright and cute, and I only partially inherited her hardware.

Today, she was wearing a very curvy sweater dress, and a mid-length brick red woolen coat over it. It had a good texture and stood out among a group of dusty parents.

For decades.My mother is 38 years old, but she is still a romantic and innocent girl in essence.

She completely ignored the subtle eyes cast by passers-by, and eagerly held my face, and kissed my cheeks wildly, while kissing, talking about nasty things like little baby, be careful, what she did was shocking Get goosebumps.

Her arms are unfamiliar, and I feel a little uncomfortable.I subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but in the end I resisted this conditioned reflex, and secretly digested it whole as if I was swallowing my least favorite calcium tablet.

I bit the bullet and waited for her to end this half-long reunion with Routine, and opened the door of the back seat of the car first and sat in.

The first sentence after getting in the car was that I asked her: "How long will you be back this time?"

I pinched my fingers and did the math, but I haven't seen her for eleven months.

She seemed to want to smoke a cigarette, but she didn't put it in the car, so she took out a strawberry mint candy, threw it into her mouth, and stepped on the gas pedal: "I made a new boyfriend, a local, and we get along very well. So I will probably stay here," she paused, as if thinking, "for a long time."

Outside the window, a number of street lamps galloping back and forth quickly passed my sight, and the brightness was fleeting.

My throat was a little astringent, and I coughed twice, but I didn't feel refreshed: "Oh. This car is newly bought? Then you go back to... go home and live?"

Oh shit.

Who the hell invented the word "home"? It's so difficult to say, how can it be said.

"Don't you know? I bought the car half a year ago. By the way, I still want to discuss it with you." She was in a good mood, still humming a new popular song recently: "I agreed with him to live together You are also a child who is almost an adult and needs your own space. You will not get used to me going back to live suddenly, right?"

I suddenly felt something blocked my throat, like a belated cold wind, which cut through the tender flesh of my throat, spilling warm and sticky blood.

She was still talking, mostly asking me what I would like to eat, and tonight she was treating me, and let me eat like a close friend of hers.

But I seem to have suddenly suffered from hearing or some kind of comprehension disorder, and I can't get half a word into my ears.

Know what is worse?

This is.

I answered her words indiscriminately, but I took out my mobile phone from my pocket.

When people are frustrated, they probably want to find something false and beautiful to sustenance.

The impulse comes suddenly.I suddenly wanted to hear Pei Yan speak, anything, even scolding me.

I don't have the habit of giving notes to others, but in the gaudy friend list, Pei Yanlai's simple "Pei" caught my eyes unreasonably like some magical power.

Click to open the dialog box with him, and the screen is still empty on the system reply of "I passed your friend verification request, now we start chatting".

I rubbed my fingertips subconsciously, I deleted, deleted and modified several times, but in the end I only sent out a meaningless "."

The signal light changed from red to green, my female driver was slightly delayed in response, and the car behind impatiently beeped twice.

As if awakened from a nightmare by the sound of a flute, I belatedly realized that I had done something stupid that elementary school students might not even do, so I froze my fingers and wanted to withdraw this extremely stupid news.

Don't see Pei Yanlai, Amen.

While pressing the dialog box for a long time, I silently prayed meaninglessly.

But when I was about to press the withdrawal icon, the other party's ID suddenly changed to "typing in progress".

Before I clicked on it completely, the message from Pei Yanlai had already been sent.

--Pei: say

The attitude is not very good, and I don't even bother to add punctuation marks.

But to be honest, it was hard for me to tell what I was thinking the second I saw Pei Yanlai reply.

The desire to confide has reached an unprecedented peak, as if it will burst out of the throat in the next second, pouring out like a flood.

I want to tell him, my mother, my mother...she thinks that I understand her, and even more that she understands me and loves me.But she never knew, and never wanted to know. I really don’t know that she bought a car in the past six months, and she doesn’t need her to leave me such a vast private space, let alone one of her “close friends” ", even the word "home" is ashamed to say.

I am obviously her son, and I am obviously just a child.

Words stopped.

I raised my head, but suddenly saw that beautiful but not old face in the rearview mirror.

It's strange, it's only for a moment, but those words seem to be unable to utter.

Outside the window, the crescent moon was wrapped in dark clouds, and Phnom Penh was indistinct, blown away by the sudden gust of wind, turning into a mottled gray shadow.

I licked my dry lips, and finally just sent him an inexplicable message.

Like a rabid harasser, or an out-of-control psycho.

"Nothing." I said, "I just wanted to tell you—"

"It's a little windy today."