The ninth time killed by first love

It was still dark outside.The temperature should be high in summer nights, but I don't know if it's because of Xia Youjie's cold sweat, he feels very cold now.

Yue Jianshan's room was next door, but she slept soundly.After Jiu Zhoumu killed Xia Youjie, Yue Jianshan fell into a delicate state where although he was afraid of being killed, he was a little bit self-destructive.

Although Kujo Jotaro said that the time travel may be related to her temporarily unidentified double.But Yue Jianshan still prefers to go back in time because of Xia Youjie.

Yue Jianshan was awakened by the heat in a daze.A thought came to her mind: isn't the air conditioner turned on?

It seems that it is not turned on.When I went to sleep at night, I didn't feel very hot, so I opened the door and fell asleep by myself.

Turn on the air conditioner, turn on the air conditioner——

With her eyes closed, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open them at all. She wanted to reach out and fumble for the remote control of the air conditioner next to the pillow.As soon as Yue Jianshan moved his hand, he immediately found that his hand seemed to be tightly pressed by something.

She could barely move her fingertips.

Yue Jianshan was instantly sobered up by this realization.When she woke up a little bit, she was able to realize the critical situation in front of her - the reason why she was woken up by the heat was because there was a 'stove' that was constantly emitting heat behind her!

An arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, and her hand on the side of the pillow was not spared, and was forced to open upwards, interlocking five fingers with the person behind her.The other party's head was almost attached to the back of Yue Jianshan's neck, and the soft black half-long hair was about to cross her neck and fall in front of her eyes.

Yue Jianshan's own hair was dyed light chestnut, interlaced with Xia Youjie's black hair, quite conspicuous.The young man's chest and abdomen were pressed against her back, and because of his poor figure, when Yue Jianshan was embraced by him, he had the illusion that he was forced into a large, heated beanbag sofa.

No, the lazy sofa should not be so hard.

Yue Jianshan didn't want to describe how frightening it was that there was one more person suddenly on the bed in the middle of the night.Originally in a daze, she still felt that the heat could barely be tolerated, but when she woke up, she was so hot that she just wanted to put on a pain mask.

Tentatively wanting to climb out of Xia Youjie's arms, Yue Jianshan just moved less than a centimeter when the arms around her waist tightened again, dragging her back mercilessly!

Behind him, Xia Youjie's hot chest and abdomen were pressed against his back again.Yuejianshan is afraid of the heat in summer, so she is used to suspender nightdresses, and her back is completely exposed from the shoulders to the entire butterfly bone.The naked skin was pressed against the other's chest, as if she was forced to stick a warm baby sticker all over her back.

Yue Jianshan tried to move his hands again, trying to break Xia Youjie's fingers - laughing to death, he couldn't do it at all.

Even if he knew a long time ago that the seemingly gentle and gentle boy is actually a monster of physical strength, he could become the main force of the basketball team by relying on poor physical strength in junior high school when he was a mixed team.But every time he faced Xia Youjie's strength, Yue Jianshan still wanted to scold him: Outrageous!

Is this kind of strength that you can't break a finger of the other party with all your strength? Is it real?

Fortunately, Xia Youjie appeared in his room in the middle of the night, which looked like a thriller, but seeing that he didn't seem to do anything after being hot for so long, he probably wouldn't kill himself tonight.

Having said that, are young people so angry?

Yue Jianshan tried to divert his attention in a wild way, but failed in the end.She was so covered that her whole body was red, and she was so hot and sticky that she felt like she was going to melt.

As far as she could see, the remote control of the air conditioner was not within reach—maybe she accidentally knocked it out with her arm when she was asleep.

Taking a deep breath, Yue Jianshan stretched out the other arm that was not under pressure, reaching for the remote control.She barely touched the edge with her fingertips.

Trying to take another deep breath, Yue Jianshan continued to stretch his arms: "Hurry up, just a little bit, a little bit."

air conditioner!

At this moment, Xia Youjie, who had been clasping her hand tightly, suddenly let go, leaned over Yuejian Mountain, and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner.With the sound of 'di', the air conditioner was turned on.

The cold air scatters, although the effect is not immediate, but it also brings a burst of coolness.

At the same time, Xia Youjie's obviously sleepy voice sounded behind Yue Jianshan: "Are you awake? It's only after two o'clock, so I'll sleep again."

Yue Jianshan: ...Oh, so you didn't fall asleep?

She was thinking that everyone was awake, and if she pushed Xia Youjie away at this time, he would be too embarrassed to continue pretending to be asleep and not let go.After all, it's still July, and Xia Youjie wasn't that crazy in July.

Yue Jianshan moved his upper body out, and at the same time lowered his head and began to shake Xia Youjie's arm around his waist: "I woke up from the heat. Let go first, and I'll close the door."

The room is designed as a Japanese room, which is intended to save space.It doesn’t matter if you don’t turn on the air conditioner at ordinary times, but when you turn on the air conditioner, you must close all the windows and doors.Otherwise, there are exits on both sides, and the air conditioner is almost equal to being turned on for nothing.

After saying this, Yue Jianshan couldn't help but lament his progress in his heart.In the last week, she vomited when she saw Xia Youjie, but now in this week, she can lie on the same couch with him without changing face.

Thanks to Nine Zhou Mu Xia Youjie who died once in her hands, eliminating a lot of fear in Yue Jianshan.

Of course Xia Youjie didn't let go.He intensified his efforts to trap Yue Jianshan in his arms, and forced his fingers through the crevices of Yue Jianshan's fingers. Jay is much younger.

The not-so-broad fingers were stretched apart, and they were forced to interlock with each other's fingers.

Forcibly stuffed back into the heated 'lazy sofa', Yue Jianshan, who was already a little afraid of the heat, almost collapsed.She gritted her back molars: "Xia Youjie! Aren't you hot?"

Xia Youjie's head was buried on the back of her neck.There is usually a lot of heat gathered there, and the scorching breath of the young man even made Yue Jianshan feel that he was being burned.

His voice was also in a daze: "Chun—I'm having a nightmare——"

Yue Jianshan was almost laughed angrily by him: Are you a three-year-old child?It's a nightmare, do you still want me to hug and coax you?

"I dreamed you were dead."

"I... can't save you."

The last two sentences came out of Xia Youjie's mouth, with fear and hoarseness.After he finished speaking, as if to prove that it was really just a nightmare, he tightened his grip.

Girlfriends with soft arms are not fake, so fake ones are just nightmares.In reality, his spring is still alive, not dead, nor suffering from those pains.

The barrage of sarcasm in Yue Jianshan's mind froze instantly.She froze for two seconds, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance in her heart.

Isn't this very afraid of dying?It is obvious that he prefers a pampered lover, dreaming that he is dead, he would act like a baby and want to hug him in a crying tone.Such a... such a one, good boy.

Why did you kill yourself with your own hands?

Xia Youjie still hugged her tightly, like a flower that was about to wither, or a snowman that was about to melt.The precious person he tried his best to keep was such a fragile ordinary person.

Just an inconspicuous low-level spell spirit can easily kill ordinary people as long as it crosses his line of sight.Why would you fall in love with such an ordinary person?

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April 2002

In summer, cicadas sing and it is hot.

This year Xia Youjie was only 13 years old and still in the second year of junior high school.

The studies of junior high school students are not heavy, but Xia Youjie seldom goes out with his classmates during the holidays.He spends most of his time at home reading or exercising.It's not that no elders have pointed out that Xia Youjie's social status is not healthy, but Xia Youjie cleverly avoided the topic.

Although he is only 13 years old, Xia Youjie is obviously too stable in all aspects—whether it is his overgrown height or his way of thinking.

"Jie! Have you finished your homework?"

The Japanese room door was opened, and the mother's voice came in together with the ups and downs of cicadas outside the house.Xia Youjie closed the book: "I've finished writing and I'm reading. Do you need my help?"

It was already lunch time at this point, and he guessed that his mother in the kitchen needed to help with the cooking, so she took the initiative to come to him.

Although they lived together since childhood, in fact Xia Youjie and his parents are not close.He essentially does not think he is the same kind of person as his parents.

He can see another world, this is Xia Youjie's secret.

Xia You's mother came out of the kitchen and put the newly baked cookies into a clean and beautiful cardboard box: "That's just right, please help me deliver the cookies to the next door."

Xia Youjie walked out of the room, and asked with some doubts: "Neighbor? Has a new resident moved in next door?"

They did have an old-fashioned two-story bungalow next door, but it had been vacant for a long time.Ever since Xia Youjie remembered, no one lived in it.

Xia You's mother sealed the carton, tied a beautiful bow with a red ribbon, and said with a smile: "Yes. The new neighbor next door also has children, maybe Jie can make good friends...Packaging Alright! Please run for a while.”

She handed Xia Youjie two paper boxes containing cookies, and at the same time muttered that when the neighbor moved in, she didn't seem to see the male owner.

I don't know if it's because I didn't come back with my wife, or for some other reason.

Xia Youjie obediently agreed on the surface, but actually he didn't take his mother's words to heart.Things like making friends...not everyone can be friends.There is an insurmountable gap between him and ordinary people, unless they can also see the world they see and experience the fear and threat they once felt.

Otherwise, Xia Youjie would not be able to convince himself to establish a relationship similar to friendship with anyone.

With two boxes of cookies in his arms, he crossed a short road to the next door.The barrenness next door was much different from the barren one he had imagined—the weeds on the path in the yard had been cleared away, and the thick vines that had been planted on both sides of the seven-lily incense had been completely cleared away.

The dark green branches and leaves of Qilixiang buried under the vines can only be seen at this moment.

The tree in the yard seemed to be newly transplanted, painted white, and fastened with wooden strips on all sides.Xia Youjie didn't recognize what kind of tree it was.But it smells good.

The door outside the yard was not high, even reaching only to his shoulder, and there was no doorbell.There is a small wooden sign of "Mountain Moon" hanging by the door, and a small lantern flower is drawn under the surname.

Xia Youjie stood at the door and hesitated for a while, then asked loudly: "Hello——I'm Xia You's next door, is anyone home?"

The door inside was quickly opened, and a woman in a maroon dress and a white hollow shawl walked barefoot into the corridor.There are several pairs of clogs outside the corridor, one pair is extra small, it should be worn by the children in their family.

Xia Youjie estimated the size of the clogs and guessed in his heart: Eight years old?nine years old?

In short, it will not be a very big child.

The woman had already stepped on clogs and helped him open the yard door.There was no lock on the door, only a latch. As she opened the door, she smiled gently at Xia Youjie: "Is that the child from the next door? Come in quickly—my surname is Yue Jianshan, you can just call me Aunt Yue Jianshan. What's your name? Did the adults in the family ask you to come here?"

Mrs. Yue Jianshan is obviously not from this town.She spoke with an accent, Xia Youjie couldn't tell where it was, but her tone was playful and cute.

He walked into the courtyard and introduced himself politely: "Hi Auntie, my name is Xia Youjie, and I live next door."

Xia Youjie pointed to his own house next door, and Mrs. Yue Jianshan showed a sudden realization expression.Xia Youjie raised the box in his hand again: "This is a cookie my mother baked herself. She asked me to send some to you. I hope you like it."

If you have children at home, you should like cookies, right?

Sure enough, Mrs. Yue Jianshan showed a bit of surprise: "Is it a handmade cookie? That's great——I just happened to cut a watermelon, so you can come in and eat some."

Xia Youjie wanted to refuse.He is only responsible for delivering things here, and the deeper social interaction should be done by the parents; but Mrs. Yue Jianshan is too enthusiastic.

She took the biscuit box and held Xia Youjie's hand at the same time.This lady's hands are very soft, there are no calluses from hard work, only some thin calluses on the fingertips.

That should be something that only happens when you hold a pen all year round.

Xia Youjie was forced to enter the house holding hands.As a good boy who respects his elders, he can't suddenly throw away his elders' hands for the time being, so he had to follow Mrs. Yue Jianshan into the house.

The door inside is open, looking directly into the living room.Xia Youjie changed into disposable slippers at the door and went in. At first glance, he felt the sense of incongruity in the living room: the furniture is all Japanese style, and the arrangement is a bit random.Especially the low table by the window is out of place with the whole western-style living room.

It can be seen that Yuejianshan's house used to live in a relatively traditional Japanese-style building, so even the furniture is matching, and it hasn't had time to replace it with new ones.

Mrs. Yue Jianshan yelled upstairs: "Chun! Don't watch cartoons, there are guests at home, take down the watermelon."

On the spiral staircase in the middle of the living room, footsteps sounded quickly. It was not difficult to guess that the owner of the footsteps must be running and jumping downstairs with bare feet—it seemed to be a very lively child.

Xia Youjie thought so, and turned his eyes to the stairs.

A little girl in a white suspender dress ran down the stairs barefoot.Her skin is very fair, and because of running, it is full of moving light pink everywhere, holding a large bouquet of green and vigorous seven lixiang in her arms.

The little white flowers are hidden under the green leaves, so pitiful and lovely.

The little girl has eyes that can easily disturb the heartbeat, and she smiles crookedly.When she spoke, she had the same lively and playful ending as her mother: "I didn't watch cartoons, I was transplanting the Qilixiang in the yard to the upstairs."

Immediately afterwards, she noticed Xia Youjie, and looked over with smiling eyes: "Hello, my name is Yuejian Shanchun—the spring of spring."

"You can just call me Chun."

The overly hot temperature in summer makes the fragrance of Qilixiang in the air suddenly strong.Xia Youjie was taken aback by the other party's bright smile, and couldn't take his eyes off her—but suddenly he didn't dare to keep staring at her anymore—

Until this moment, he really felt Xia Tian.

Summer, flowers, bright sunlight, the sound of cicadas, the hem of a girl's skirt -- it's really here, summer.