rainy tonight

The third year of high school is a year to witness the achievements of decades of hard study, and the school has to squeeze out the holidays as much as possible for the future of the students and the school's enrollment rate.

Not long after the end of the final exam, the pace of the New Year is approaching.

The day before the report card was collected was the day before New Year's Eve. In the final exam, Chang Jiayu performed quite well. His grade ranking was the same as the previous one, and his class ranking dropped one place.

Bai Song called and said that he did well in the exam, and when he asked, the two Ganqing stood side by side, and Chang Jiayu was one rank higher than him.

In the next few days, Chang Jiayu just did papers at home, and went out to play a few times with Bai Song, who was finally freed from the sea of ​​suffering.He has made a lot of progress this time, and his parents are naturally satisfied. It's almost Chinese New Year, so they finally let him go for a few days.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Chang Jiayu helped Chang Zhenfeng paste the couplets. The red paper was glittering with gold letters, and he took two big red lanterns to hang up. When the lights were turned on, they were bright red and very festive.

It's New Year's Eve, and the nanny also asked for leave to go home. For dinner, Chang Zhenfeng made dumplings, and Chang Jiayu rolled them for him.After the dumplings were cooked, Chang Zhenfeng called Yan Jing down to eat.

It was the beginning of February at this time, and there were still two months before Yan Jing's due date. Her stomach was already getting big, and it was not very convenient to move around. Chang Jiayu helped her put the bowls and chopsticks in front of her. Sit down and eat.

The Chang family didn't have the habit of visiting relatives on New Year's Eve, and Yan Jing couldn't go out because of her big belly. Some relatives and friends came to visit them, and then left after sitting for a while.

The Spring Festival Gala started, and Chang Jiayu grabbed the red envelopes in the class with his mobile phone.

He was very lucky, and he grabbed a few lucky kings. The other students clamored for the lucky king to give out red envelopes. Chang Jiayu sent one, but he still got the biggest red envelope.

Bai Song: Are you kidding yourself?

Chang Jiayu: Call Dad, Dad will pass on luck to you.

Bai Song: Makes you feel bad, the next king of luck is definitely not you.

The next lucky Wang Changjiayu didn't grab it, he didn't grab it at all.

Song Fanqing sent a text message, saying that he would come over with Fei Dong later.

Yan Jing glanced at the phone and said, "Xiaojun will come over later."

Thinking that he might meet that person later, Chang Jiayu felt a little uncomfortable, and his eyes would involuntarily look towards the door, feeling that someone would ring the doorbell any second.If only Yan Jun and Fei Dong came, he could hide upstairs, but Song Fanqing was also coming, so he couldn't hide.

At eight or nine, the doorbell rang.

Chang Jiayu threw the phone on the sofa and got up to open the door.

There was a momentary pause when he pressed his hand on the doorknob. Chang Jiayu took a breath and turned away.

Song Fanqing stood at the front, holding a bag in his hand, and raised his hand after seeing Chang Jiayu: "I'm here to visit, happy Chinese New Year."

Chang Jiayu also smiled and said, "Thank you, you too, happy Chinese New Year."

He called Fei Dong again, then turned his face and called Yan Jun in a low voice, regardless of whether the other party heard or not, the three quickly entered the room.

Chang Zhenfeng had never met Fei Dong, but the latter had a cheerful personality and was very good at communicating. He quickly chatted about topics that both of them were interested in, and Yan Jun also spoke up from time to time.

Yan Jing sat with her below for a while, and had to rest early due to physical reasons, and went back to the bedroom on the second floor with the help of the nanny after nine o'clock.

There was a skit full of jokes on the TV, and the two teenagers were sitting on the innermost sofa, talking about topics that they cared about at their age.

In the process of talking to Song Fanqing, Chang Jiayu could feel someone's eyes falling on him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he turned his body to the side again, looked up at the second floor, Suggested: "Why don't you sit in my bedroom for a while."

Song Fanqing nodded and said yes.

After stepping on the first step to the second floor and closing the bedroom door, the uneasiness that accompanied me like a shadow finally disappeared.

Chang Jiayu took two steps forward, turned his head and said to Song Fanqing, "You can sit wherever you want, chairs and beds are fine."

Song Fanqing nodded, but how could he sit on his bed, took a chair from Chang Jiayu's desk and sat down, while Chang Jiayu sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, shook his phone and said, "Did you grab the red envelope? "

"What red envelope?"

"In the class."

Song Fanqing said with some embarrassment: "I usually don't log in to QQ."

Chang Jiayu was a little surprised and asked, "Then do you usually play games?"

"Occasionally."

"Then find a game to play now?"

"Okay."

Song Fanqing has obvious advantages in learning, but he is obviously not as good as him in playing games.

Seeing Chang Jiayu's hands flying like flying, and cool stunts frequently exploding on the screen, Song Fanqing clicked his tongue: "How do you move so fast? Compared with your hands, my hands are like wood."

Chang Jiayu smiled: "I couldn't play at first, but practice makes perfect after a lot of practice."

With him in charge, Song Fanqing slowly got on the road. The two of them were laughing and joking in the room, and they were in high spirits. They didn't know how long it had passed. When Fei Dong knocked on the door, Chang Jiayu subconsciously looked at his watch. , it's almost twelve o'clock.

Fei Dong and Song Fanqing wanted to go to the Song family to watch the night, Chang Jiayu sent them to the door, the car drove away, and he stood there for a moment without moving.

He knew that Yan Jun was standing behind him, the night was as cold as water, and the cold air came out from between the sky and the earth, and the joy that was full just now was taken away a lot.

It is impossible for him to turn his back on the other party all the time, after all, he has to turn back.

Chang Jiayu turned around and passed the person standing behind him without looking sideways.

When passing by, the emotion in his heart slowly dropped, like flying catkins slowly falling on the treetops.

That's all there is to it--

"Is the cold better?"

Yan Jun's deep voice reached his ears through the pitch-black night, shaking his eardrums, the timbre was as moving as a cello.

Chang Jiayu's footsteps stopped, his throat was extremely dry, and after a while he made a spineless sound, but the voice was so low that he could hardly hear it.

"Ah."

"That's good. Take care of yourself and wear more clothes."

The words are in my ears, but it is like a pancake being thrown into a frying pan, the sizzling sound jumps up and down in my heart, and bubbles come out.

Chang Jiayu's back molars were strained, his chest heaved violently a few times, and the emotion that was forced into his blood surged up again, making him feel extremely hot in such a cold air.

He straightened his neck and said word by word: "You don't have to worry about my business."

Yan Jun was silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "Jia Yu, we can still be friends like before."

A sharp pain flashed in Chang Jiayu's heart, and he hooked the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

If there is no way to go one step further, why do you still have to approach the other party and let yourself suffer because of begging?

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He would rather cut off this connection completely, maybe it will hurt less and heal faster.

"Boom!" A loud bang!

Chang Jiayu's eyes lit up, he raised his head, and several bright and gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night sky in an instant, colorful and dazzling, driving out half of the night sky.

It was twelve o'clock at midnight.

It's another new year.

Amidst the surging gunfire and people's laughter, Chang Jiayu's mood fluctuated violently, as if a fire was burning in his chest, and an unprecedented force poured into his whole body.

He strode in front of Yan Jun and stopped.

Fireworks illuminate each other's faces like bright lights.

He could clearly see the man's bushy eyebrows, straight nose, sharp lips and almost perfect jawline in the bright light.

He looked into those charming eyes and saw his own determined gaze in them.

"I want to ask a question and want to know the answer."

Yan Jun stared at his youthful face full of vigor, the light in his eyes flickered, he was absent-minded for a moment, and there were tiny glimmers of light in his pupils.

"You said."

Chang Jiayu sniffed, the sound was not too loud, although most of it was drowned in the vigorous sound of firecrackers, but it was enough for Yan Jun, who was only half a step away from him, to hear.

"I want to know, will you fall in love with me one day? It's not the kind of love between elders and juniors, but between lovers."

He finished speaking in one breath without pausing, and stood there with his hands clasped, his eyes never moving away from Yan Jun's face.

The person opposite rolled his Adam's apple, his gaze as deep as a pool.The time seemed to be stretched endlessly, Chang Jiayu never felt that a second passed so long.Or, he no longer knows how long a second is.

"sorry."

It was as if a stone fell to the ground, splashed water, and became silent again.

Chang Jiayu nodded and took a step back: "I see."

A tidal wave of loss rushed towards him, carrying the cold winter wind into his internal organs, and his bones were filled with biting coolness.

He turned around immediately, ran into the house, went upstairs again in a bang, and entered his room.

Chang Jiayu flung himself on the bed, buried his head in the soft pillow cover, and let out a long breath.

Probably because of chest stagnation, even exhalation is intermittent, and the suffocation in the chest has not been relieved in the slightest.

He kept thinking about Yan Jun's voice, eyes, and the scenes they had experienced in his mind.

It's over now, he smiled wryly in his heart.

It is impossible for Yan Jun to like him, this relationship will never bear fruit, and it is impossible to reap success if you don't let go.

But he still thanked Yan Jun for his frankness, saying that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, that is, a knife is inserted in the heart, and some blood is drawn out, maybe a few hours, a day, or a month, a year , the wound scab will not hurt anymore, he thought optimistically.

It's just that his nose was still a little sore. Chang Jiayu pressed his hands to his eyes and lay there for a long time without moving.

Chang Zhenfeng was a little surprised when he saw Chang Jiayu running into the door, but before he could stop him, he saw his son running upstairs, and the sound of closing the door was much louder than usual.

Turning his head, Yan Jun came in from the outside and closed the door. Chang Zhenfeng stood up from the sofa and asked with some doubts: "Jia Yu hurried back to the house just now, is there anything wrong?"

Yan Jun raised his eyes, looked at the closed door, lowered his head and said, "What I just said made the child unhappy."

Chang Zhenfeng was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment, then laughed and said: "This kid, the older he gets, the more tempered he gets, and he gets angry when he says something wrong—"

Yan Jun shook his head and interrupted him: "It's my problem."

Chang Zhenfeng opened his mouth, sighed and said, "I'll persuade him later, don't affect your mood when it's Chinese New Year."

After another ten minutes, the gunfire at zero o'clock on the new year stopped, and Yan Jun got up to say goodbye.

Sitting in the car, he didn't start the car immediately, but took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one from it, and bit it in his mouth.

The surroundings returned to the calm and cold night, Yan Jun didn't close the window, just sat there for a while.

Suddenly recalled that a month ago, Chang Jiayu wanted to try the smell of cigarettes, so he snatched one out of his hand, lit it hastily, burned his hands, and choked on the smoke.

Chang Jiayu threw away the cigarette, and said with a bitter face: "It's so hard to smoke, why do you all like it? I thought it tasted good, but I didn't expect it to be so unbearable."

Yan Jun laughed out loud at his appearance, and reached out to stroke his hair.

At that time, the atmosphere was great, and it also set off the blunt and awkward relationship today.

Yan Jun lit the cigarette in his mouth, stared at the dimly lit road illuminated by the street lamp, his own face was reflected on the windshield, his eyes were full of gloom.

He turned his head and looked at the window on the second floor.Even in winter, the leaves of the sycamore trees still haven't fallen, and they cover half of the window sill in the night, and nothing can be seen.

The author has something to say:

Today is Sunday, originally it was a day off, but let’s add one more day this week^_^

In addition, I would like to say weakly that this is an ancient gossip article, and it may contain any ancient abuse stalks. I have reminded it in Chapter 1, and I am a little worried after reading the comments.I don’t know how to reply to the comments because it’s a spoiler. It’s okay for the little angels who have a good acceptance of the ancient bloody wind. If the heart is weaker, it is recommended to be mentally prepared [cover face]

Gouxue doesn't have much writing skills and feelings, just write a story that I like, if someone likes it, it's fate O(∩_∩)O~