first love again

Chapter 4

Holding the phone, Xu Miao subconsciously looked downstairs on the balcony.

The muddy rainwater accumulated on the potholed path, and the sky was also cloudy and blurred.

The sky and the earth were plunged into chaos, and a man with an indifferent expression stood inside.

Jiang Yifan was wearing a black coat, with a tall and slender body, standing quietly not far downstairs, looking straight at him.

Xu Miao took a deep breath and said to the other end of the phone, "Come up."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Miao didn't eat anymore, and hurriedly talked to her grandma, then left and went upstairs quickly to return home.

He closed the door, panting lightly against the door.

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the stairwell, step by step was extremely steady, as if stepping on the tip of Xu Miao's heart, grinding it finely and slowly.

After eight years, I saw Jiang Yifan for the third time.

Xu Miao was still nervous, holding her trembling heart, like the prelude to a carnival, cramped and hiding huge energy.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then, knocking on the door rang in my ears.

Xu Miao leaned against the door, the voice came too clearly, he stepped back a few steps reflexively.

Jiang Yifan's voice came at the same time, always calm and without any emotion.

"Xiao Xu."

Xu Miao straightened her messy hair before opening the door, pretending to be expressionless, "Why are you here again?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yifan didn't react at all to Xu Miao's impolite words, and went straight into the house, as if he was at his own home, very familiar.

Xu Miao was at a loss for words, and wanted to say why he was so familiar, but after thinking about it, when they were dating, Jiang Yifan often came to his house, and he regarded it as his home ten years ago.

Looking at Jiang Yifan's figure, he took a deep breath and closed the door silently.

Jiang Yifan sat on the small sofa again, still looking a little funny.

Xu Miao pursed the corners of her lips, and this time boiled water and made tea to serve him again. Standing on the edge of the sofa, she lowered her eyes, the emotion in her eyes was slightly blocked by her eyelashes, "Want to do it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yifan raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

Xu Miao became furious and gritted her teeth: "Didn't you agree to be friends with benefits? Don't look at me like that."

Jiang Yifan withdrew his gaze, stood up, and took out a flat envelope from his coat pocket.

He only held the dark yellow letter between two fingers, handed it to Xu Miao, and said concisely: "Love letter."

The handwriting on the envelope was clear and powerful, and the strokes seemed to cut through the paper.

The word "Xu Miao" is written on it.

The first time Xu Miao felt that his name sounded good was in the second semester of the second year of high school. He was lazy at that time and didn't like to put his name on the textbooks. On the first page, write his name.

Jiang Yifan has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and his handwriting is even more beautiful than that of his Chinese teacher.

Xu Miao looked at her name in the textbook and liked it so much that she threatened Jiang Yifan to design a personalized signature for him.

It took less than a minute for Jiang Yifan to get him a personalized signature, and Xu Miao also designed one for Jiang Yifan, although it was a bit of a copy of "Smooth sailing" which is well known to elementary and middle school students.

Thinking of the past, Xu Miao was immersed in the memory, and did not realize that the corners of her mouth curled up.

Jiang Yifan looked at his expression with deep eyes, but didn't say anything, and waited quietly for him to come back to his senses.

After a while, Xu Miao blinked, and looked down at the envelope again. He didn't open it, but put it in the drawer casually, but when he put it down, he quietly became extra cautious. When the envelope fell, he used She swiped lightly with her fingertips before closing the drawer, with a normal expression.

Jiang Yifan's gaze stayed on the table for a few seconds, then met Xu Miao's gaze again: "Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

Xu Miao turned her head, "Too lazy to look."

Jiang Yifan frowned unconsciously, he was quiet for half a minute, and then said in an unclear tone: "Check the typos."

Xu Miao was stunned: "Huh?"

Jiang Yifan: "Typo."

Xu Miao had mixed feelings for a moment.

When he pursued Jiang Yifan before, he wrote 99 love letters to him.

When handing in the first love letter, they were sitting in the bright and spacious library, and Jiang Yifan read with his head down, paying special attention to it.

After Xu Miao finished writing the love letter, she put her finger on the envelope and pushed it to him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yifan read the love letter expressionlessly, picked up the red pen, marked all the typos and grammatical errors in the love letter, and wrote comments.

A love letter was turned into an [-]-word essay.

After that, every time Xu Miao wrote a love letter, Mr. Jiang Yifan would mark it and mark it with a score.

After writing 99 love letters, Xu Miao never passed the test.

Xu Miao twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Don't watch."

Jiang Yifan didn't persuade him to read the love letter anymore, seeing that it was getting late and he had already delivered the first love letter, he said, "I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute." Xu Miao called him subconsciously.

When Jiang Yifan looked over silently, his ears were a little red, and his tone was a little annoyed, "Aren't you going to do it?"

Jiang Yifan: "No."

"I'll fuck you." Xu Miao gritted her teeth fiercely, licked her lips and kissed her directly.

Jiang Yifan seemed to have realized it long ago. He stabilized his body and put his hands on his waist. With a little force, he tightened slightly.

The two did it on the sofa.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, Xu Miao is still a little depressed, not as presumptuous as before.

He knelt on the sofa, and Jiang Yifan supported his waist behind him.

Looking at the old furniture and the mottled walls with peeling white paint, he gritted his teeth and held back his voice.

Jiang Yifan leaned over, pinched his chin and kissed him fiercely.

From the rubbing of lips and teeth, a weak sound like a cat's meow overflowed, floated to the window, and was instantly swallowed by the strong wind.

Xu Miao had understood Jiang Yifan's ability very early on. He was so indifferent, but he was fierce like a mighty beast on the bed. His plain eyes were full of predatory, which made people feel timid at first glance.

He turned around and changed his posture, grasping Jiang Yifan's hand, with his fingertips against the back of his hand, raised his head, his eyes were red, and made a dull but relieved sound.

This time it happened suddenly again, and no family planning supplies were used.

Xu Miao's body was in a mess, he waved Jiang Yifan's hand away, not looking at him, "Don't worry about it."

Jiang Yifan helped him up, seeing his knees that were reddened by the hard fabric of the sofa, he felt distressed, "Go take a shower, I'll help you get it out."

"No need." Xu Miao didn't want to move, grabbed the scattered clothes and covered her body with the coat.

He just sat on the sofa, raised his eyes, and looked straight at Jiang Yifan.

"Jiang Yifan, have you talked to anyone else?"

Afraid that he would get sick, Jiang Yifan immediately picked him up, and Xu Miao fell into his arms. He couldn't help frowning, "It's easy."

Xu Miao hooked his neck subconsciously and said, "I'm asking you something."

"Ok?"

Jiang Yifan carried him to the bathroom, and Xu Miao asked again: "Have you talked to anyone else?"

"No."

There was no bathtub in the bathroom, so Jiang Yifan put a towel on the sink and asked Xu Miao to sit there. He turned on the heater and adjusted the water temperature.

Xu Miao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something, and asked, "Then have you ever done it with someone else?"

After the words fell, Jiang Yifan stopped his movements and looked sideways at him.

Although the eyes were calm, there was a little coercion.

Xu Miao shrugged and said, "I'm curious, why don't you tell me?"

Jiang Yifan put him under the shower, and the warm water poured all over his body, making him unable to open his eyes, and accidentally took a sip of warm water.

"I haven't done it." Jiang Yifan's tone was cold, and after finishing speaking, he pushed in mercilessly.

Xu Miao straightened her body, feeling that she was in dire straits.

He was a little dizzy, and his head was drowsy, as if the hot water was not hitting his body, but his brain.

Xu Miao hugged Jiang Yifan's strong body and felt the strength of his abdominal muscles.

The temperature outside was below zero, and it was warm inside.

Both are fiery, burning with the body temperature, and they will catch fire when they touch each other.

After the fire was over, Xu Miao didn't bother to put on her clothes, so she just wrapped herself in a blanket and didn't say a word for a long time.

Jiang Yifan put on his clothes, took a bottle of wild vegetable juice from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Xu Miao, his tone warmed up, "Do you still like this?"

Xu Miao sat up, took the drink, and said, "Don't act like you haven't seen me in 800 years?"

Jiang Yifan looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Xu Miao took a sip of the wild vegetable juice, and the sweetness spread between his lips and teeth. He coughed lightly to hide his unnaturalness, "I'm really annoyed by this feeling."

Obviously so familiar, because they haven't seen each other for many years, it's like two strangers who have shared memories talking, unfamiliar, and looking for similarities with the past, he hates this.

No matter how many years, he is always like that, what he likes and dislikes, nothing has changed.

Jiang Yifan raised his hand, stroked his drenched black hair, and said, "I won't say any more."

Xu Miao responded softly, tightened the bottle cap, and said to Jiang Yifan, "It's getting late, you should go back."

Jiang Yifan clearly remembered the promise of "Friends in Pao", and didn't say anything when he heard the words, he got up and said, "Go to bed early."

Xu Miao sat on the bed and heard the sound of the outside door being closed.

He couldn't help getting out of bed wrapped in a sheet, stepped on soft slippers, walked to the living room, and found the love letter.

He carefully held the love letter and sat on the sofa.

There seems to be some residual warmth of lust on the small sofa, which makes people blush and heartbeat.

Xu Miao swept away the charming memories in her mind, and rubbed the rough envelope paper with her fingertips.

He wanted to open it very much, and wanted to know what the love letter written by Jiang Yifan was about.

But he was reluctant to read it, and wanted to open this love letter and use it as a placebo in the next painful moment.

This kind of complicated and contradictory mood, I am afraid that no one will understand it, Xu Miao sighed softly, but finally he was not willing to open it, just bowed his head, and carefully kissed the love letter.

He moved the love letter and put it in a treasure box.

Hiding the box under the wardrobe, he closed the wardrobe and curled the corners of his lips.

There is still the bottle of wild vegetable juice on the bedside table. The orange-red color is the brightest color in this winter night.

Xu Miao lay on the bed, turned off the lights, covered the whole body with the quilt, and curled up in the quilt, the light from the phone shone on his face.

He looked at old photos transferred from his old phone.

At that time, the pixels of mobile phones were still very low, and it was almost impossible to see the appearance clearly.

In the photo, Jiang Yifan was wearing a school uniform, with cool short hair and helpless eyes.

He held a piece of paper in his hand, on which was written:

I like Xu Miao.