night lights up

After all, because of drinking, I woke up again in the morning, lying on the bed, I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, I really couldn’t remember too much about last night.

I seldom drink alcohol, and it's rare that I drink once, and my head hurts.

I rubbed my head, sat up, sat on the bed, stared at the curtains and continued to be in a daze.

The curtains are half see through, allowing some sunlight to shine through.

It was a particularly good day that day, and I still remember it clearly.

I stared blankly at the few inches of sunlight that slowly crawled on the ground, rubbing my head with one hand, and pressing my fingers on the center of my eyebrows.

I can't remember what I did or said last night.

I seem to be sealed.

I only vaguely remember that Chu Heng came to my house.

I subconsciously looked towards the bed, but of course there was no one.

I rubbed my forehead again, got out of bed, and put on my slippers.Walking to the window, I stretched out my hand and opened the curtains, and the sunlight flooded in.

Very dazzling, I close my eyes again.

The immersion of the sun also enveloped all my body, including my face.

The sun is very comfortable, I can't help but lightly lift my face and let the sun spread on my face.It was as if a warm hand was caressing my face, that hand had an extremely warm palm.My face became very warm, and my body was also warm, but I still couldn't remember what I did or said last night.

Muttering a few words to myself, I turned around to wash up.It's almost time, and I have to catch the bus.

After changing clothes quickly, I checked the doors and windows of the house, and when I entered my bedroom, I went to open the chocolate box to look.It doesn't seem to have been touched by anyone, that's fine, if someone sees it, it would be too embarrassing...

It's shameful, so I opened the notebook again and read the text messages I copied.

As I was watching, my phone rang.

My hands trembled, and I took out my phone from my pocket, not daring to look at it again.

Afraid to be someone, but also afraid not to be someone.

After struggling for a moment, I turned the phone over and saw the text message clearly, and I sighed.I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

It's a female classmate, urging me to go to school.I made an appointment with her to take the bus together today.

I had no choice but to put down the book reluctantly, put the lid on, and went out with my schoolbag.

In the elevator, I turned on my phone to watch.

Still no texts or calls from that person... so what the hell did I say last night?Did I piss him off again?Is he still unwilling to talk to me?

I opened the SMS chat box, and the last time I sent a text message was more than 20 days ago.

Ugh.

I sighed again, dropped my shoulders, and walked out of the elevator that reached the first floor.

Walking through the slightly dark corridor, I checked my fingerprints, and stretched out my hand to push open the heavy corridor door.After the familiar dull metallic sound, more sunlight poured in.

The weather is so good, I can't help squinting my eyes again.

I pushed the door open with one hand, covered my eyes with the other, and stepped out.Slowing down, I took my hand down and was about to walk down the stairs when I saw a person standing in the open space under the fifth flight of stairs.

My steps stopped.

"An Sifeng."

Behind him was his own car, and he was a few steps away from the car, apparently seeing me coming out before walking towards me.Seeing that I found him, he also stopped where he was.

He is calling me.

He also smiled at me.

Smiling a little silly, but so pretty.

- "Can I see you tomorrow?"

--"able."

These two lines of dialogue suddenly sounded in my ears.

His smile is also magical, and those seals seem to be gradually lifted.

I slowly remembered what happened before going to bed last night. Did such a conversation really happen?

So I actually met him today...

Not only that, but he was the first person I saw today.

Since this conversation is true, then——

I couldn't help but wanted to reach out and rub my brow again, and I didn't recover until I stretched out my hand halfway.

This is too... If it was really kissed, it would be too embarrassing to do such a thing in front of someone, right?Speaking of embarrassment, I think more and more about what happened last night.I seem to have done a lot of "shameless" things last night, such as hugging others and not letting go, pretending to be pitiful and letting him stay with me, insisting that my hands are weak and asking him to feed water, and insisting on going to others lean on...

I took a shower or he came in to deliver clothes for me...

I'm going crazy.

Maybe my expression was a little crazy, but he, who was still "smirking" at first, finally stepped up the stairs and walked in front of me.He lowered his head and carefully asked me: "What's wrong? Your head still hurts?"

"no……"

"Have a fever?" He stretched out his hand, perhaps wanting to test the temperature of my forehead.

I shrank back very sensitively, and his hand stopped.

I raised my eyelids and peeked at him, and the smile on his face froze.Am I doing it wrong again?I whispered: "No fever, just a little headache."

He returned to normal and asked me: "Did you drink hot water in the morning?"

I didn't bother to answer his question, but glanced at the car behind him, thinking about other things.It's only past six o'clock in the morning, why is he waiting downstairs at my house so early?I tossed him late last night, how many hours did he sleep?

I didn't speak, and he called me again: "An Sifeng?"

I came back to my senses: "Huh?"

He looked into my eyes: "Remember to drink hot water when you wake up early."

"It's too late to burn."

"There is a machine that can boil hot water at regular intervals."

He does know that I have such a broken personality, and unknowingly began to sing against him: "I don't have money to buy it. Drinking cold water is good. I like drinking cold water."

"..." He choked, and said again, "It's not good to drink cold in the morning, so I'll buy it for you."

"I don't want it." I turned my head away.

"..." He stretched out his hand towards me, "Give me the schoolbag."

"Why?"

"Let's go to school."

This is like a naive primary school student going to class holding hands. Not only did I not give him the schoolbag, but I tightened the strap of the schoolbag with both hands.

In fact, I was really embarrassed and didn't dare to look at him at all.

Especially when I almost remembered what happened last night, thinking of my crazy appearance, I didn't dare to look at him again.

I didn't give him a schoolbag, and he didn't speak, just waiting for me quietly.

I looked up at him, and he was very patient.My head was hot, and I said again: "Then I'm going to take the bus, if I don't take the bus, I will be late."

"..."

I walked around him, jumped down the stairs, and looked down at the ground. His shadow was still there, stretched by the sunlight, and folded several times by the stairs.

Is this what makes me mad again...

I also stopped silently, it's really hard to describe, I really want to be with him, just seeing him smile, I can watch it all day.But, I'm sorry...

I turned my head and looked at him quietly, but I didn't expect that he turned back just as I turned my head.

Being caught straight, I turned around in fright.Sighing, he also strode down the stairs, walked behind me, took off my schoolbag, and said, "Let's go."

"I made an appointment with my classmate to take the bus together." Even though my schoolbag was taken away, I was still talking nonsense in vain, and the more I said it, the more inexplicable it became, "You have seen it before, the last time you sat with me The female classmate who is together, she is very nice, she..."

As I talked, I looked up at him who was silent.

He looked down at me helplessly.

I shut up, turned around and walked obediently to his car.

He helped me open the passenger door first, put my schoolbag in the back of the car, and then went to the other side to get in the car.

In fact, after the accident in my family, apart from taking his car, I haven’t taken a car other than a bus for a long time.

I used to have a driver too, and my uncle opened and closed the door for me every day.I am really familiar with this kind of behavior, after all, I have seen it since I was a child.After returning to real life, I realized that such behavior is only a minority, and I should not enjoy such a life.

After going around in a circle, I actually enjoyed this kind of treatment again.

Is this going back to the original, or is it completely gone on an uncontrollable road and never going back?

Don't wait for me to be hypocritical.

Chu Heng sat in, closed the car door, and took out the bag from behind. He lowered his head and took out the thermos cup from it, opened it and handed it to me: "Drink some hot water first."

I curled my lips, and when he saw me, he couldn't help laughing: "Are your hands still boring?"

Sure enough, he remembered it too!

I snatched the cup and drank half a glass of water.He reached out to take it back, and gave me another open, steaming cup: "Milk."

I frowned: "I don't drink."

"what?"

"I hate milk!"

"Drink some, it's hot." He handed the cup to me again.

I really hate milk. I always feel that milk has a fishy taste, especially when it is hot.The cup is so close, the taste is more obvious, and the headache is even more painful.Dissatisfied, I immediately retracted, faced the car window, and said angrily, "I don't like it!"

After I finished speaking, he stopped talking.

There was a sudden silence in the car, and I came back to my senses.He's not my aunt, and I'm not the old An Sifeng, why am I still angry at him?

I looked back at him, and he was dumbfounded by my yelling again.

"Sorry……"

He sighed, screwed the lid on the cup, and put it in the back of the car.He leaned forward and leaned towards me again, and I shrank again, but he just lowered his head to help me fasten my seat belt.After tying it up, he didn't go back, but looked up at me, a little helpless, but asked me with a smile: "Then what do you like to eat?"

Every time he speaks to me in such a tone, I don't feel wronged, and I feel wronged to the sky.

So I said aggrievedly: "I don't have anything to like, I really hate milk, don't let me drink it, I will get motion sickness if I smell it!" I didn't mean to make him angry.

"Okay, okay, I won't drink it again. What about soy milk?"

"I like soy milk a little bit."

"Do you like juice?"

"Only drink pear juice, no sugar added. I hate dragon juice the most. It's ugly in color."

He smiled: "Okay, tell me what you don't like. Tell me what you like too."

He laughed heartily, and I felt like an idiot again.

I pouted.

"You know?" He asked me to answer.

"understood……"

He just got up with a smile. I thought he was going to drive and came out of the corner.But he approached again, and I hurriedly pasted it on the glass again. He reached out and brushed my bangs away: "It's very long, poke my eyes."

Poke the eye...I think about another scene from last night.

Did I still blow on his hand? !

I can't wait to cover my eyes, I'm really ashamed to see people!

He laughed again, completely withdrew his hand, fastened his seat belt, and said, "Would you like to get a haircut sometime?"

"I don't like haircuts."

He fastened his seat belt and started to reverse the car. While driving, he asked, "Then what do you like?"

"I don't like anything."

This sentence is really not funny at all, is it?

He laughed again.

Amidst his laughter, he reversed the car and drove onto the main road of the community.He opened the drawer in front of the car and took out a pair of sunglasses for me: "It's mine, you wear it first."

I took it in my hand, didn't rush to put it on, and looked down for a moment.

There was a red light at the entrance of the community. He stopped the car and turned to look at me: "Put it on, drive east later, the sun is dazzling."

He must have noticed that my eyes are a little afraid of light.

I put on my sunglasses, other people's personal belongings, I wouldn't even touch them if they were in the past, or if they were someone else's.But at this moment, I actually put it on with some excitement and nervousness in my heart...

At another red light, he looked at me.

I put my finger on the glasses: "Is it ugly?"

He shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "It's very nice."

"..."

My face turned red immediately.

After that, I hardly dared to talk to him, or even look at him.I leaned on and pretended to be asleep. After the car stopped, I wanted to pretend to wake up slowly.

He has already stepped closer to me and called me in a low voice: "An Sifeng."

The voice caresses the fur on my face.

I was very hopeless, and my whole body went numb again.

I opened my eyes, but our eyes were still separated by sunglasses.With the backlight, he couldn't see that my eyes were actually open.Holding my car seat with his hands, he bent down and called me: "Wake up, we're here."

I leaned there, looking straight at him, seeing the patience and faint smile on his face, I felt like I hadn't drunk, but I was about to get drunk.

Even, I really shivered.

"Is it cold?" He asked quickly, and really reached out to touch my forehead, "It's not very hot."

I could no longer pretend to be asleep, and whispered: "It's not cold..."

"Go to bed early tonight, I have to get off the car now. Class starts at eight o'clock." He seemed to be talking to a child again.

The kid just stayed in bed, and I didn't even sleep.

But I didn't hate it, and said: "How do you know that I have class at eight o'clock..."

He laughs.

"Did you see my class schedule!" Because the school is still holding a sports meeting today, I got up in the morning and went to class for elective courses, and I didn't stop because of the sports meeting.In this way, he knows!You can ask the academic teacher about the class schedule. He has such a good relationship with the teachers, so he will definitely be able to ask.

He smiled and unfastened my seat belt, turned around and got out of the car: "Let's go."

I hurriedly got out of the car and wanted to ask more questions. He took out my schoolbag from the back seat and carried it on his back.

It's not right if I want it, and it's not right if I don't want it...

He locked the car, put the key in his pocket, and stepped forward first, so I had to follow him.

He drove me to school and arrived quickly enough for breakfast.

He asked me once on the way, and I said that I would come to the school to eat in the cafeteria.

Now the two of us are going to the cafeteria. I want to snatch my schoolbag back, but he won't let me snatch it.I hopped around after him like a monkey!

Suddenly very angry again!

When we got to the cafeteria, he didn't even give me my schoolbag.

I wanted to buy breakfast by myself, but he didn't want to either. I gave him my meal card, but he didn't want it either.He directly carried my schoolbag and walked to the window where I bought food.

There are a lot of people in the cafeteria during breakfast time, and it is hard to find two seats.

I had to sit down to occupy a seat, surrounded by people.

He just showed up, and all the girls around me were looking at me.

I was a little angry, they were not looking at me, they were all waiting to see Chu Heng!

Of course, I am not as angry as when I started school now because Chu Heng is too good.

I am angry now because Chu Heng is too dazzling, why are everyone looking at him!

I angrily looked for his figure in the distance, and soon saw him.He stood in the bustling queue for breakfast, wearing a haute couture shirt and carrying my canvas schoolbag, and he was actually very harmonious.

The team moved slowly, and I kept watching his back.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at me.

I meet his eyes.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, I finally realized that I bowed my head embarrassedly.

But I was not reconciled, I raised my head quietly again, and he was still looking at me.

When he saw me looking at him again, he smiled at me from afar, halfway across the cafeteria.

"Ah!!!" The girl next to her exclaimed softly.

I quietly lay down on the dining table that I used to feel greasy and vowed not to touch.

Put your face on the table.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I haven't finished writing it yet. I planned to finish writing this paragraph before posting it.

But I'm sleepy... I'm going to sleep, so I have to continue writing tomorrow, so let's post so much first.