After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"what is love?

The love of relatives, the love of friends, the love of lovers.

Every deep emotion that is directed toward another is collectively called love.

Haruto Saotome once thought that the affection of his family for him was the whole of love, the affection of the elders for the younger generation, the love of parents for the children - this is the emotion called love that he was exposed to since he was born.

After entering high school, I met new people and made friends who are worthy of trust.The friendship between classmates and the love between friends let him know that there is more than one kind of love.

Later, for the first time in his life, he realized what a heartbeat is, and a majestic love surged in like a tide, engulfing him in an instant and dragging him forward.

He was like a toddler who falls down and tries clumsily to get up again.

Since then, he has learned how to love others.

Who is asking in the bottom of my heart: Do you really love him?You just look at his skin and covet his character, like a moth walking in the dark, unconsciously looking for the only light source.

You said, do you really love him?

And who is telling calmly: I think I love him, although my motives are not pure and the reasons are not perfect, but I can't imagine myself loving other people, then I love him.

If I were to die tomorrow, at least at this moment I can firmly say that I love him.

There was no one answering for a long time in the void, only the cold wind whizzed through the hall and blew in all directions.

——This is your answer?

- This is my answer.

In an instant, the chirping of cicadas that belonged to the end of summer suddenly poured into the eardrums, like messy raindrops, extremely noisy.

Qingli opened his eyes in an instant, his weightless body finally fell back to the ground, he gasped for breath, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this time, the humid summer wind mixed with rainwater poured into the Japanese room from outside the corridor, blowing the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the corridor, and gently caressing his sweaty cheeks.

The clear and melodious sound of wind chimes surrounds my ears, and my chaotic brain, which has just woken up, gradually clears up a bit.

It was only then that Qingli realized that she had fallen asleep while doing her homework, her head was throbbing and hurting, maybe she had caught a cold.

...It always feels like I had a very bad dream just now.

He propped himself up and sat up on the tatami mat, wiped his face indiscriminately, surrounded by books and exercise books, occasionally mixed with a few unfinished math test papers.

——The vacation is almost over, and he is catching up with homework.

What a sad reality, so real that it makes people cry.

Even though the thoughts in her mind were spinning a thousand times, on the surface, Haruto just scratched her messy hair with a sad face, resigned to her fate, sat back at the table and held the pen to continue writing the exercise book.

Brother Ran Ma had an appointment with someone for a competition today, and he and Uncle Xuan Ma went somewhere. It is said that Tian Daoqian and Uncle Tian Dao also went. As a result, the tidy living room became the place where Haruto Saotome did her homework.

The rain outside the window was pattering, slapping on the eaves and making irregular knocking sounds. The sky was dark, accompanied by the chattering cicadas, giving people a drowsy atmosphere.

In the past, he quite hated the rain.

Cold, damp, sticky.

All the uncomfortable feelings come from this kind of weather, which is so depressing that people feel inexplicably restless and restless.

Sunny didn't like this feeling very much.

But that's all in the past. Even though I still can't adapt to it now, I don't have much resistance anymore.

only--

Sometimes I feel a little lonely.

Qingli bit his pen and recalled the formula for solving the problem. After a long time of failure, he decisively took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the blank big problem, clicked on the chat interface, and sent it.

Haruri: [image]

He didn't explain too much, and just lay on his back with his legs crossed and played with greedy snakes, and then he sent a reply.

Satoru: [image]

It is a piece of paper on which the process of solving a problem is written.

Satoru: It's too simple, it won't bother me Gojo-sama at all!

Satoru: Are you doing your homework?

Qingli first glanced at the latest reply below, and then carefully read the process of solving the problem sent by Wutiaowu. It was simple and clear without any redundant steps, and could be understood at a glance.

Haruri: To be precise...I'm catching up on homework.

Qingli typed slowly and replied, and after understanding how to do it, she solved it on the test paper again.

The tears I shed while doing my homework now are the water that got into my brain when I went out to let go and suffer from procrastination.

Satoru: Ugh—so much homework?

...I'm really ashamed to say that I didn't move at all.

Haruri: Well, next year I will be in the third year of high school, so my studies will be more intense and I will have more homework.

Teachers, please forgive me.

Fortunately, the questions are not too difficult for him, and he understands the rare one or two questions that he is not sure about after asking the question-solving process. The deviation value is relatively high on weekdays.

After quickly finishing one math test paper, Haruto changed to the next one.

Satoru: I see—that's it!Have you decided which school to take?

Which school do you take?

Haruto subconsciously nodded her chin, and began to think about this question.

To be honest, he didn't know which school he wanted to go to, so naturally he could go to any school he could.

Haruri: I would probably choose a university within Tokyo.

Satoru: East University?Keio?Waseda?You won't get tired of staying in one place all the time.

Haruri: Because the accommodation will be more convenient, just live at home.

Haruri: Also, I want to see you.

"........."

Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up from his seat, and there was a screeching sound when the bench was withdrawn, which startled the other two present.

"Jie, Nitro! Things are not going well--"

Gojo Satoru picked up the phone and showed the screen in front of their eyes, pointing his finger and said seriously: "Haruto said he wants to see me! Do you think I should go to him now!"

Nitro and Jie, who really thought something big happened: "......"

Mom, mom's crazy.

The white eyes of the two of them almost rolled to the sky, as expected, it would be no good to stay with this guy.

Xia Youjie thought to himself, he should find a task to do, so that he won't be attacked indiscriminately by Wujo Wu here.

Over there, Nitzi glanced at the text on the screen, and poured cold water on him indifferently: "They didn't say it's now, don't read the second half of the sentence and take it out of context."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru puffed up his face: "What's wrong, even if I go to Qingli now, I won't say anything."

"Oh, then you go."

Jia Ruozi didn't like him, he lowered his head and casually took out a cigarette from the cigarette box: "Since you already have the answer in your heart, why do you still ask us?"

"Of course I'm afraid that you will be lonely after I leave."

"........."

Jia Ruozi spit out a word with no expression on his face.

.........

Gojo Satoru is gone.

The two people whose ears were finally clean continued to sneak in from their busy schedules, swiping their mobile phones, and smoking cigarettes.

With a lady's cigarette dangling from his mouth, the housekeeper took out his pockets and turned to look at Xia Youjie.

"Is my lighter still with you?"

Hearing her question, Xia Youjie also reached into his shirt pocket and indeed found a lighter.

"Smok less." Even though he said so, he still lit a cigarette for the female classmate.

"Yes, I understand."

Jia Ruozi responded perfunctorily, took back the lighter and put it in the coat pocket, got up and walked to the window, lying on the window sill, took a deep breath with the body of the cigarette between her fingers, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

The sound of the rain outside the house was ticking, and Nitro was looking at the gray sky in a trance, muttering to himself.

"Speaking of which, summer is coming to an end..."

"How did you come?"

Haruto looked at Gojo Satoru who was standing at the door in disbelief. This person was chatting with her on the phone 10 minutes ago, why did she appear here in a blink of an eye?

Soon, he came back to his senses: "No, how did you find the place?"

Wujo Wudao: "You mentioned the surname "Tiandao" last time, right? I found this here just by asking. "

Seeing his natural attitude, Qingli immediately understood: "In such a short period of time, you must have flown here again with no lower limit."

"Anyway, no one looks up when it's raining."

"...There's no need to hurry."

"Necessary."

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the upload, interrupting his words.

"Because Xiaoqingli, you clamored between the lines that you really wanted to see me, so I came here."

He was serious at first, and then an incomparably bright smile appeared on his face, as if the cloudy sky had cleared up at this moment, so Qingli couldn't help being stunned, then laughed out loud, shook his head slightly, not knowing what to say to the other party .

"Haha... I realize that you really are..."

Are you that obvious?It's obviously just words without organic quality.

Or is it that the six eyes have the ability to understand people's hearts, and can even see this?

"Mr. Qingli, is there a guest here?"

At the other end of the corridor, Tian Daoxia heard the sound coming, Qingli hurriedly got up and poked her head out from the door.

"Well, it's my friend. I'll just entertain you here. Sister Xia, you should go back first."

"Hey, are you Harusato-kun's friend? Well then, you can call me if you need anything."

Tian Daoxia circled around and returned to her room again without even seeing the guest's face.

Haruto withdrew her gaze, looked at Gojo Satoru, who slapped his ass on the tatami mat instead of a guest, and walked back after closing half of the door, and sat down naturally.

Holding the pen, he leaned over the table and continued to calculate the questions on the paper. The pen tip made a rustling sound when it scratched the paper. The wind chimes jingled, and the room was extremely quiet for a while.

Gojo Satoru sat aside, lying on the table with his arms under his face, staring unblinkingly at the face of the other party who was concentrating on solving the problem, and then slowly moved to the loose hair on the back of his head. With one hand, he slowly inserted his fingers into the black hair, stroked it from top to bottom, and slid out from the end of the hair lightly.

As if he got some novel toy, Gojo Satoru fondly played with the slightly curly hair, wrapped his fingertips around the ends of the hair and kneaded it constantly. When he first saw it, the short hair that was just over the ears was at the same level as his shoulders, and there were faint and continuous changes. long trend.

"Hair grows."

he commented.

"Don't cut it?"

Qingli stopped writing, pouted her mouth and pondered for a moment, and replied: "It's troublesome to cut hair regularly, so I'm thinking about growing it long."

When he was in the third year of high school, he no longer had to strictly control the appearance of graduates, let alone deal with life guidance. He could let his hair continue to grow, and he often moved around with his hair tied under his left and right eyes, and gradually got used to it.

"Long hair is hard to manage."

Wutiao Wu suddenly remembered that Jie also had long hair, and thought that he had to comb the hair that might get tangled up every day. In other words, he would rather shave his hair once and for all than grow it long.

Qingli thought for a while: "Well, it's okay, I had a very short cropped hair before, so I wanted to experience what it feels like to have long hair."

"Wow, I can't imagine you cutting your hair."

"If you want to see it, I will look through the photo album for you when I go back. I kept that hairstyle until the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, and then I slowly grew it longer."

Therefore, in the semester before the first year of high school, I could barely escape Mr. Tomioka's pursuit, but in the next two semesters, I was not so lucky.

Thinking of this, Qingli rested his chin on one hand, feeling the faint tugging of his scalp, turned his head to the side with a smile and looked at Gojo Satoru sitting next to him.

"Speaking of which, Wu—"

"Are you here just to sit and watch me do my homework?"