School girls always want to bend me

Ye Qiqi once again dreamed of meeting Zhang Yawen for the first time.

At that time, she was in the first day of junior high school. In winter, there was a thick layer of white frost on the grass outside the school's plastic runway, and the barbed wire was frozen to the side of the road. In the evening, the street lights came on early.

Ye Qiqi walked towards the school on the broken ice. There were only a few people in the empty school.

Her thin shadow was elongated by the dim light.

The white and tender hands were hanging on the sides of the body without any cover, the cold wind was biting, and the back of the hand was red, but she didn't feel it.

She stomped hard on a piece of fine ice, and the ice cracked, and the dirty water in the mud puddle splashed on the shoe.

"Congratulations, you will be the headmaster's daughter in the future."

These are the words that Ye Qiqi has heard the most in the past few days, full of smiles, but extremely vicious.

Her father is a taciturn math teacher. He has stood on the podium for more than ten years, but he is still speechless by the students.The mathematical talent of adolescence has become a burden that cannot be borne by middle age.

Then her mother married his father's leader, the principal of the school, as a matter of course.

Then she became a scandal for the whole school.

The black hood covered her entire head, her lips were bitten white, and there was a faint fishy-sweet taste in her mouth.

With the dry grass and icicles curled by the wind, Ye Qixi sat alone on the abandoned bench at the back of the teaching building.

"Zhang Yawen, don't be arrogant just because of your good grades. The teacher told you to read from the script when you speak. Who let you play freely again." Li Ru, Zhang Yawen's deskmate, opened his down jacket, With a loud voice, yelling and cursing, "What else do you say 'study is not the only way out, if you don't learn well, don't like it, it's no big deal, a person's life is still long, there will always be a way out...' Do you know, The class teacher sitting next to him turned green."

The loud voice broke Ye Qiqi's silence, but she still sat indifferently, like an old sculpture.

Zhang Yawen was terrified by the cold outside, quickly put on his hat and gloves, and was just about to refute when he saw the little girl in the corner.

A small one, completely wrapped in an oversized black down jacket, revealing hands and palm-sized face, white and flushed.

Following the sounds of running and breathing, a brown snow boot appeared under Ye Qiqi's eyelids.

"Little friend, why don't you go home?" The voice was clean and sweet.

Ye Qiqi buried his head even lower, and said in a childish voice, "I'm not a child."

Zhang Yawen: ...

"You are not a child, are you a big friend?"

The girl in front of her moved closer to her, as if she wanted to observe herself.

Ye Qixi turned his head away, not wanting to talk to her.

Li Ru trotted over pushing the bicycle, and patted Zhang Yawen with one free hand, "I have to go back quickly, or my mother will have to scold the street again."

The school is getting more and more empty, and the nights get dark earlier in winter.

Ye Qiqi thought that the person in front of him would leave after seeing enough, but he didn't expect... She actually sat down next to him, the beige down jacket was fluffy, touching the corner of his clothes.She gritted her teeth and moved aside.

"You're not playing childish runaways, are you? Little sister."

Ye Qiqi's already depressed mood seemed to be ignited, he raised his palm-sized face, looked directly at the past, and said word by word: "I, no, yes, little sister."

Then Zhang Yawen's gentle palms rubbed her heart through the hat.Ye Qiqi twisted his body awkwardly, and was about to reach out to brush it away, but Zhang Yawen quickly dodged it.

Zhang Yawen has always been gentle and kind to people, especially to the disadvantaged, and often a little compassionate.

"Now at your age, don't you read too much youth pain literature, little baby?"

Well, Ye Qiqi is really going to get angry.

He stood up from the chair in a daze, clenched his red hands tightly, and the line of his tightly pursed lips stretched.

Nervous scorching oven, like a wounded cub.No attack power, but very sad and indignant.

Seeing such an aggrieved little girl, Zhang Yawen's heart almost melted. Under the little girl's glaring eyes, she gradually couldn't control herself and began to laugh.

Ye Qiqi felt that he was being teased, and turned around to leave, his thin back was lonely and stubborn.

What a very awkward child, this is Zhang Yawen's deepest impression of her.

Then she asked, "Can I tell my sister what's on your mind?"

Ye Qiqi paused for a moment when he heard the words, and was about to continue walking. After walking a few steps, he realized that his hand was being grabbed.The bare hands were stiffened by the wind, until they were wrapped in warm palms, and the cold air just now slowly surged up.

For a while, she was a little obsessed with such a temperature.

"Sister, please tell me your little secret, okay? I really want to know." Zhang Yawen pretended to beg.

Ye Qiqi turned around: "Aren't you going home?"

"My home is in the community behind the school, just a few steps away... Also, I messed with the teacher today, my mother knows now, and I won't get any good results when I go back, so I will hang around for a while and wait for her anger to subside Go back after that." Zhang Yawen said honestly, but there was no embarrassment on his face.

Ye Qiqi lowered his head and lifted the stone under his feet, and somehow asked what was in his heart: "Do you believe in the love of adults?"

The so-called "love" in her mother's mouth, even at the expense of her husband and children, she must work hard to chase after the group.

I regretted it when I asked it, it was an incomprehensible question, and it was a stranger.

She just wanted to wave her hand and say it's okay, but Zhang Yawen raised her face with a smile: "Of course I believe it. My mother took me and found true love when she was 38 years old. I am living happily now. Yesterday, the two of us left me alone." I'm going to watch a movie." After speaking, he complained a little more.

He answered her directly without any grievances, frankly, and without any concealment.

Ye Qiqi stood there in a daze, looking at the person across from her at a loss, she felt a crack in the hard place in her heart.

She thought that all her entanglement and unwillingness to complain about others all the time was because of her own cover-up and her own guilt.She hates those who look at her in a different way, but in fact, she is the first person to look at herself in a different way.

She doesn't understand adult love, but she knows that this matter has nothing to do with her, and no one can blame herself.

If you don't feel that this is a shameful thing, how can others hurt yourself.

The things that I have struggled with for a long time have been easily resolved by this person.

Ye Qiqi's eyes moved slightly, he put his palms back into the pockets of his down jacket, and seriously remembered the person in front of him.

She still wanted to say something to the person in front of her, but she was dragged into reality abruptly by a sharp phone call.

The day after the typhoon cleared up, the sun passed through the balcony glass and the solid-colored curtains, and fell on the floor in front of the bed, floating dust.

A white arm stretched out and fumbled on the edge of the table above his head to get the mobile phone. Zhang Yawen saw clearly that it was his own mother's number, opened it, and reached his ear.

"Hi. It's early in the morning." With her eyes closed, her voice was indistinct.

Ye Qiqi was woken up by the voice of the voice, let go of the person in his arms, rubbed his hair and sat up, his pajama jacket was rolled up somewhere, and the light gray inner strap was pressed on his beautiful shoulder blades.

Zhang Yawen hummed a few times casually, then hung up the phone.

Ye Qiqi took it and helped her put the phone back on the table.

He turned his head and asked her hoarsely, "Who?"

"My mother." Zhang Yawen buried his head in the quilt stacked on Ye Qiqi's thigh, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Ye Qiqi stared at Zhang Yawen's plain sleeping face, and thought of her in her dream, or the one she was nearly ten years ago. In recent years, she has only become a little better looking than before.

The lying person's pajamas had a wide neckline, her round and white shoulders were exposed in the air, and her long, smooth curly hair was wrapped around Ye Qixi's hands. At this moment, her heart was softer than ever before.

She combed Zhang Yawen's long hair unconsciously, and asked her casually, "What does Auntie want you for?"

"What else can you do, introduce me to a blind date."

Ye Qi paused: ...

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Qiqi: What the hell is a blind date? ? ! ! !