An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

Zhen Qingning was still a little dazed when she woke up.

The earphones I put in my ears before going to bed have fallen off, and my face hurts when I put them on the pillow, and the earphone wires are wrapped around my neck.Somehow, the pajamas were turned upside down, revealing a small piece of stomach covered with a quilt.

I obviously didn't cover myself with a quilt...

It's killing me.

Zhen Qingning kicked off the quilt, turned over in a daze, took out her phone and turned off the song.

Maybe it's because I slept for a long time, I don't know if I had a dream to go back to the past or because this song reminded me of that night.

Zhen Qingning turned over and sat up, opened the bed curtain a crack, the cold air rushed to her face, she became a little awake, but her eyes were still empty.

My thoughts drifted to a place where I couldn't pull them back.

The spring rain is pattering, and the raindrops hit the windows with a small splashing sound.The evening self-study get out of class is over, there are few people in the classroom, the lights are bright, and the crowd downstairs is bustling, calling for friends and friends to rub umbrellas with people they know.The sound spread into the classroom, and fell into my heart along with the sound of rain.

Zhen Qingning wrote and drew on the draft paper, turning various mathematical formulas in her mind, and finally digitized them into a string of data on the draft paper.

She finished the last question, put away the paper, and got up.

Qiu Nianming was talking to the class monitor on the podium at the door of the classroom. Qiu Nianming had a folded printed umbrella in his hand, and the class monitor had a black long-handled black umbrella in his hand.

Zhen Qingning doesn't have an umbrella.

In fact, according to Zhen Qingning's usual code of conduct, she should go over now, put her hand on the monitor's shoulder casually, gave Qiu Nianming a provocative look, and then borrowed an umbrella from the monitor.The squad leader's long-handled umbrella is bigger, so he can make an inch and let the squad leader send him back to the dormitory.

But that day is not.

Zhen Qingning looked at Qiu Nianming, who was wearing a black sports sweater, and the squad leader, who was wearing the same sports sweater, standing together and talking, and felt indescribably sad, as if the rain outside was pouring into her heart drop by drop.

Zhen Qingning thinks that she is not a sewer and can't solve these things, so she simply ignores them out of sight and out of mind.

Seeing Zhen Qingning get up, the squad leader glanced this way, as if he wanted to say something.Zhen Qingning took a hasty look, put the hood of the coat on her head, turned around and ran outside.

The people in the school have almost gone, and the stairs are empty.Zhen Qingning watched her own shadow fall on the stairs, distorted into a very strange shape.

There was a window at the corner of the stairs, which was now wide open, and the wind and rain poured in, blowing Zhen Qingning's face.Tiny drops of cool tide.

Zhen Qingning blinked, and the raindrops on her eyelashes slowly gathered together and dripped down slowly.

She didn't care about this, rushed out against the rain, and ran back to the dormitory.

It was the same that night, I huddled under the quilt, I couldn't hear the various voices coming and going in the earphones, and there was only Qiu Nianming standing under the podium lamp, talking to the monitor with a smile.

It's the kind, gentle, uncontested, good-looking, as if you are the only one in the eyes of the whole person, that kind of smile.

Zhen Qingning didn't know what she was thinking, Qiu Nianming had already returned and was talking in the dormitory.

Zhen Qingning didn't hear it, nor did she want to hear it.

A singing voice came from the earphones, singing to the wilderness, saying: "This is a verse I cannot sing, it is the wandering of my tiny soul, and it stops here in the turbulent time."

Yes, the verses I cannot sing, the wanderings of my little soul.

It is my unique dream, and I dare not mention it to anyone.

At that moment, Qiu Nianming was obviously by his side, only through the curtain he drew, but Zhen Qingning missed her very much, thinking like crazy.

But I can't mention it after all, it's just that the small light is on, and there is still my own shadow on the paper under the light, a blur of dust.

Zhen Qingning looked at it and felt that it resembled her current feelings, no matter what, it was just a dusty mess, with no way to talk about it, and no clue.

So the countless things that I thought on the road that couldn't be put into words failed to be put on paper and pen. Zhen Qingning raised the pen a few times, but she didn't know what to write or where to start.

After thinking about it, I just drew a full stop in the end.

sent to you, and...

Think of it as putting an end to our current complicated relationship, or the relationship that I unilaterally made complicated.

In the future, I don't have expectations for you, stop paying attention to your every move, and stop being sad and annoyed because of you.

——And when Zhen Qingning really tried to do this, Qiu Nianming ate a sundae in early spring, and his face turned pale from the pain of menstrual period the next day.

Zhen Qingning immediately forgot about her decision, and went to buy some medicine to escape PE class and put it in the table hole for Qiu Nianming.

Also because I was discovered by the class teacher, I wrote a [-]-word self-criticism.

The empty eyes gradually focused, and Zhen Qingning looked at the person in front of her, feeling as if she hadn't gotten out of the emotion just now.

I still miss this person very much, and, very... sad.

It seems that the rain from that night is still accumulated in my heart, and the end is blocked by countless messy things called reluctance, and I dare not let go of a drop.

In addition, there is a bit of inexplicable complexity.

This happens every time!Say give up every day!I just can't give up every day!

outrageous.

Qiu Nianming looked at Zhen Qingning who hadn't known why she was in a daze since she woke up, and frowned a little puzzled.

She went back and forth to tidy up her things, but Zhen Qingning was still sitting on the bed in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Sleep stupid?

There were still marks from earphones on his face, his face was flushed from sleep, his hair was a little fluttering, and heaped on his shoulders indiscriminately.

Qiu Nianming came a little closer, and twisted her face: "Come back to your senses, class is on."

Zhen Qingning patted Qiu Nianming's hand off in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Got it."

The head of the dormitory was not there. I don't know if he didn't come back at noon or left first. Zhen Qingning slowly grabbed the corner of her clothes, trying to change out of her pajamas.

Look around.

Eh?

What's hanging on the clips outside the window?

Zhen Qingning took a closer look.

"Qiu Nianming, is there something wrong with you?!" Zhen Qingning stared wide-eyed at the sock on the clip, looked down at the head of her bed, and yelled out of control, "Why are you washing my socks!"

How do you wash your close-fitting clothes like socks?

I don't even want to wash it myself!

Qiu Nianming's eyes froze, he was a little embarrassed at first, but now he became murderous after being told so loudly that something was wrong, he looked at Zhen Qingning coldly.

Zhen Qingning was still pulling at the corner of her clothes, revealing a small piece of her stomach, her expression still unbelievable: "There is something wrong with you, why wash my socks when you have nothing to do?! Go to the toilet when you have nothing to do!"

I think it's a waste to wash your own clothes with your hands, but you still wash mine!I don't know how long those socks have been under the bed, how dirty they are, and you still wash them? !

Wash your socks and you still say I have something wrong?

Qiu Nianming sneered: "Say one more word and I'll stuff your socks in your mouth."

"I..." Zhen Qingning opened her mouth and wanted to say something, Qiu Nianming walked to the window and took the socks back into a ball, holding them in a ball, and looked over coldly.

All right, Zhen Qingning retracted, and pulled the bed curtain closed: "You have a partner, listen to you."

Said that it took Zhen Qingning to realize what she said.

Careless.

I always heard Xu Yunge say this sentence and learned it myself, why did I forget it, now in the eyes of some people, Qiu Nianming's object is himself.

Why do I always do such embarrassing things? !

Zhen Qingning took off her pajamas, pressed her flushed face against the wall, absorbed the coolness from the wall, and kept roaring in her heart.

Qiu Nianming, she washed my socks? !

What does she mean!

Qiu Nianming looked at the tightly drawn bed curtain, went back and hung up the socks again: "If you don't get up again, I will leave and lock you in the dormitory."

"Qiu Nianming, you just have a problem!" Zhen Qingning hastily folded the quilt, and then pulled the curtains aside: "I don't want to live with you anymore, do you want to steal my socks?!"

Rao Qiu Nianming was also shocked by this brain circuit: "Why should I steal your socks?"

"My socks are so beautiful!" Zhen Qingning looked at the socks she had carefully selected, and at the dark pattern of gray bamboo on the white socks. Looking at the socks, it seems that they are very dear things: "A pair of seven dollars! Are you trying to steal my socks! After washing them, take them back and wear them?!"

Qiu Nianming took off the socks again, and walked over in a ball.

She only wanted to shut Zhen Qingning's mouth, but Zhen Qingning covered her mouth first, showing off with a look of "see if I'm right": "Look, you're just greedy for my socks! You're a scumbag! I don't want to live in the same dormitory with you! You have been like this, do I still have socks to wear in the future?"

"It's as if I live in the same dormitory with you and you give me a salary." Qiu Nianming walked over slowly, reaching out to break Zhen Qingning's hand covering her mouth: "Shut up."

Zhen Qingning bent down and put her head on Qiu Nianming's chest. When Qiu Nianming stopped, she turned and got out of bed to wash her face.

Send to the wild...

Can't mention...

Can the crit brought by socks be more impactful? !

No!

Zhen Qingning washed her face indiscriminately, looking at the socks that were hung on the window again, her heart was still growling.

Who can stand this!

But what you think in your heart is what you think in your heart, what you say is another matter.

"You mean! You're greedy for my socks!"

Zhen Qingning stretched out her index finger to poke Qiu Nianming's back in front of her while climbing the stairs, and said righteously: "Sure enough, only I am a lazy and homely waste. If I had half your leisure and leisure, I would definitely be able to put my own Pack your things... my sister has a lot of time, and she still has time to help me wash my socks. It's a pity that I'm stupid, I spend all my time studying..."

Listening to her chatter, Qiu Nianming felt that she had regressed a bit.But it does not matter.

Qiu Nianming held back the hand that was making trouble behind his back: "It's okay, don't underestimate yourself. You have to believe that you can do it. You don't know nothing. You are very self-aware. This is a rare good quality. Compared with your Before, it has improved a lot.”

The whole hand was held by someone, Zhen Qingning felt sweet in her heart, she didn't feel happy and realized after a while: "Don't pull me! Your hand just washed the socks!"

"That's your sock!"

"That's a sock, too!"

The two hands are held together, pinching the fingers for a while, and scratching the palms for a while.Had a great time.

The teacher in charge walked slower and slower, looking at the two girls in front of him.Youyou sighed.

These young people are really...

It's too boring.

In the crowd, holding hands and arguing, calling sister and sister...

How young.

"You are too wretched, wretched and greasy."

Zhen Qingning was heartbroken: "You have gone crazy, I will tell the head teacher now, I will not only expel you from the dormitory, but also transfer you away, I don't want to sit at the same table with you anymore."

Ahead is the corner of the stairs, Qiu Nianming stepped up, turned his head and pinched Zhen Qingning's face, and saw the head teacher behind him before he could say any threats.

Sure enough, it is elusive, always appearing on various occasions where people cannot be seen.

So the movement of pinching her face turned into a gentle caress. Under Zhen Qingning's eyes that were panicked, cowardly and pretending to be calm, Qiu Nianming rubbed her face with his thumb, with a sad and wronged tone: "Don't be unhappy, I don't know you don't like this, I thought you didn't want to wash, so I washed it for you. If you don't like it, I won't do it in the future. "

Before Zhen Qingning could react, she said contentedly: "I just want you to have a good rest, washing clothes hurts your hands, I don't want you to do this kind of thing."

Then I don't want you to do such a thing...

Zhen Qingning was in a trance for a moment, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

She just turned her head aggressively, looking fierce, did she want to hit me?

Then why is she like this now?

Zhen Qingning seemed to have thought of something, and turned her head stiffly.

The teacher in charge met Zhen Qingning's eyes and walked up the last flight of stairs, passed them, and went up without stopping for a moment.Only a fluttering sentence was left: "Be careful of the influence outside, and don't let the grade director see it."

Then she complained softly: "Isn't it okay for someone to wash the socks? I washed my wife's socks. You are not satisfied..."

Can this be the same? !

Zhen Qingning's face turned red.

How can this be the same!

The teacher in charge turned another corner and disappeared.

Qiu Nianming slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Zhen Qingning's face: "Why are you blushing?"

"No blushing!" Zhen Qingning rubbed her face: "I'm going to sleep."

"Oh," Qiu Nianming thought, and suddenly realized: "That's it."

Zhen Qingning nodded: "Otherwise? What do you think?"

Do you think I'm shy?Do you think I'm in love with you?Do you think I'm heartbroken?

No!I just fell asleep.

Zhen Qingning is both irrational and strong, anyway, no matter what you say, I'm just going to sleep.

Qiu Nianming turned around and walked forward, sneering: "I thought you were tired from digging out the toilet. After all, you look idle."