night lights up

That night in the clubhouse was not the first time I met Chu Heng, but it was indeed the first time I met him.

I had two encounters with him, one on the first day of college.

When the new students registered, my mother's lies had not been exposed, and I was still a young master who had no worries about food and drink. I had a driver and a nanny to accompany me when I started school.I waited in line to register. The line was very long, and it went straight to the outside of the administrative building. The sun was very strong.

The driver held an umbrella for me, and the nanny wiped my sweat from time to time. People in front and back saw us like this, and kept their distance from us unconsciously.

I don't take it seriously. Since I was a child, I have been picked up to and from school, and my classmates don't like to play with me.Someone even secretly ridiculed me, why don't I go to an international school if I have money, and insist on going to a public school with them.At that time, I disdained it, because my mother said that the public schools are regular, and the classmates and teachers are very friendly, and it is not easy to learn bad things.

I found out later that my mother didn't have a professional certificate, and even though she had money, she wasn't qualified to send me to those international schools where everything was checked.

Most of the time, barriers are piled up with money, the less you have, the more you want to get.My mother has always been proud of making me a noble son, and I was indeed proud of myself at the time.

My mother really raised me very proudly.

No one pays attention to me, there is an empty circle around me, and I am still leisurely and content.

Just when I was leisurely and contented, I saw several students coming out of the administrative building, holding several cardboard boxes in their hands.The box is medium in size, but it doesn't look light, and most of them are stooped by two people.There was only one classmate, and he walked in the front. He was holding a box alone, but he looked very relaxed.

I saw him right away.

He is tall, peaceful, and handsome, holding a cardboard box and walking in the broken summer sun.

I also saw at a glance that the shirt on his body was the summer style of a certain high-end brand, and there was a pen in his shirt pocket, and the pen cap protruding out was dark gray blue.As he approached with the box in his arms, I could see it more and more clearly. The light gray shirt was easily dirty, but he held the dirty cardboard box in his arms indifferently.

For such a fine material, he even rolled up his sleeves indifferently, and rolled them up to his elbows.

I didn't care about looking at others at the time, but just looked at him. His eyes were calm and gentle, and he passed me without looking at me.

I was an inexplicably proud, condescending little idiot, and I just felt a little upset that I kept looking at him and he didn't look at me.

I also don't like people who are prettier than me, so I immediately looked away, stopped looking at him, and continued to line up.

Only then did I see that several students who came out with that boy were distributing water in front of the line. It turned out that those boxes were filled with mineral water.

From time to time someone in the team said thanks.

One of them laughed nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, it's hot today, you guys will have an air conditioner when you get in!"

A girl said gratefully: "Thank you so much, senior!"

"Since thank you senior, why don't you give me your phone number? Hahaha."

The people in the team suddenly burst out laughing, but I think they are boring. They say this all the time at a young age. The university campus is for learning, not for flirting!I even put on a sullen face.The person in front of me laughed and seemed to turn around to talk to me. Seeing my expression, he shrank his head and turned back.

The nanny asked me: "Is Sifeng thirsty?" She said while taking out a thermos from her bag.

I was about to shake my head, when the watery senior in front of me came up to me, he glanced at me, and said with a smile: "This junior is so handsome! Come, come, give you water—" He looked down at the box, "Damn, it's over!" He turned back and asked, "Do you still have water? I've finished distributing here!"

"No! It's all over!"

The senior looked at me again and said embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, this classmate, the water is all distributed today."

I shook my head indifferently, I had water, and I wasn't thirsty at all.

At this moment, a voice came from behind me: "I still have it here."

As soon as I finished speaking, a bottle of C'estbon Water in green packaging appeared in front of my eyes.

I looked down, and first saw the fingers holding the mineral water bottle. The fingers were long and white with distinct knuckles.I saw the watch on his wrist again, it was the Midnight series of Van Cleef & Arpels, with a royal blue dial and a black belt.Further up is his arm, and the light gray shirt just rolled up to the elbow.

At that time, I was just an arrogant little idiot. When I first entered university, I somehow rejected people who were better than me.

I also detest him for wearing such a watch, which is flashy.

I didn't take the water, and I looked away, just took a step forward along the team.

This is my first meeting with him.

I didn't even look at him carefully from beginning to end.

I just continued to put on a bad face, and the girl in front of me turned her head again, and finally couldn't help it, and whispered: "That's the senior of the junior year, Chu Heng! He gave you water, don't you! Give it to me." I'll be fine! Why don't I be at the back of the queue, I can get the water given by senior Chu Heng himself! My God, the water he took with his own hands..." She kept talking about her pity , expressing her admiration.

I just feel a little impatient.

The author has something to say:

I won't cheat, I will finish writing.It’s just that when I first wanted to write this story two years ago, the structure of the story was BE ending.

Now I find it hard to accept, the more I think about the storyline, the more I am reluctant to be BE, very sad.The older you get, the more you can't bear the pain and despair.

Originally, I only planned to write a novella, and the plot was only written for one night, with cross-reminiscence killing, night lighting up the night, and finally BE.

Now I am ready to let nature take its course, and I want to write more about their school days, a very good time.

If you bookmarked this article because of BE, you can cancel the bookmark, because I am not sure whether I will write BE or HE in the end, let's see the development of the two of them, sorry.