School girls always want to bend me

Ye Qiqi was going back to school at noon the next day. His instructor held an academic seminar, and the invitations had already been sent out before the summer vacation.

When packing her things, Zhang Yawen was stunned for a while, squatting on the ground to zip up the box, she raised her head and wanted to ask Ye Qiqi why he went back to his hometown and why he bothered himself so much, but The words were still swallowed, she stood up and picked up the box, all she was doing was just to see herself a few more times.

After finishing the work in hand, Zhang Yawen leaned against the door to watch Ye Qiqi clean up her room.

Sensing someone watching him from behind, Ye Qiqi turned his head and asked, "When are you going back?"

"Three days later." There are not a few days left in the vacation, and she can actually go back with Ye Qiqi at the same time, but she won't be back for long in a year. Her mother is at home alone these days, and she wants to stay with her for a few more days .

Ye Qiqi hailed a taxi and went to the high-speed rail station by herself without Zhang Yawen's company, so she went home alone.

Wang Lan ran over from the kitchen when she heard the sound of the door opening, holding a rag in her hand: "I thought you wouldn't come back to eat at noon."

"I'm sorry for always disturbing others." Zhang Yawen licked his lips guiltyly, and didn't pay attention when he bent over to change his shoes. Most of the contents of the wide-opened tote bag were poured out, and the lipstick and mobile phone were scattered all over the floor.

Wang Lan bent down to pick it up, and she still kept muttering, "Tell me about how you are still so frizzy when you are such an adult."

Then she picked up an old book and asked wonderingly: "Why do you keep this book for so many years? I thought it was lost or given away. I haven't seen it for many years."

Ye Qiqi's tattered "Selected Poems of Byron" fell into the pile of clothes in the bedroom. Zhang Yawen didn't see it until they left. Thinking that Ye Qiqi cared so much, he put it in his bag and prepared to go back bring it to her.

She paused, and then explained naturally: "This is someone else's book, I just put it here temporarily, besides, you have such a memory, you can remember my book?"

Wang Lan glanced at her: "It's just that you have a rough temper. I don't know who you inherited it from. It must not be me."

"Anyway, this book is not mine, but someone else's." Zhang Yawen packed his bag and walked into the living room.

Elderly people don't like others to question their memory. Wang Lan swore to turn to one of the pages of the book, pointed to a taupe mark on it and said, "See, I remember you were eating While reading a book, I accidentally spilled some soup on it, and even yelled for a long time."

Zhang Yawen was stunned, took the book half-believingly, and carefully identified it. She had bought many editions of poetry anthologies, so that her impression was a little blurred. Wang Lan turned over a few pages and said, "Look at the horizontal line drawn by an automatic pencil on it." Lines, you like to do this when you were in high school, sometimes you forget, even the books in the library dare to draw."

She is a person who is not very good at remembering the past, especially the memory before the college entrance examination. The monotonous and repetitive life lacks some clues that are easy to be remembered.

But suddenly, she remembered the sentence Ye Qiqi asked herself in Beijing, "Which poet do you like the most?"

There are some things that are about to come out on her chest that keeps rising and falling, and there is that sentence "I remember", remembering that when I joined the group, you took me to swear, so that the previous bits and pieces.

Is it really?Is it really what she thinks?Or is it just a coincidence?Zhang Yawen's face was pale, and his breathing became short and thick.

Wang Lan was still talking next to her ear, but her voice seemed to be drawn out: "I never sold your books back then. I remember you once participated in your school's charity sale. Did you just sell these books?"

Zhang Yawen pursed his lips tightly, and didn't put down his bag. When he walked to the balcony, he called Wang Wen, the class monitor of the high school, and the other party answered quickly.

Her voice was very anxious, and she asked straight to the point: "Squad leader, do you still remember our high school book charity sale? I remember you had a record at that time, right? Who sold the book to whom? Can you check my record at that time?" ?”

Wang Wen didn't realize it for a moment, and after recovering, she said: "This is your old almanac from hundreds of years ago. Where can I find that record for you? If you look for the final grade ranking, you can find it. This kind of book is sold for charity. How can you remember?"

"Help look it up, can you? I want to know very much now."

Wang Wen was begged by her for a long time, and finally agreed to help her find it, but she still insisted that she couldn't guarantee it if she could find it.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yawen locked herself in the room alone. The scorching sun in the afternoon passed through the transparent glass and reflected on the corner of the wall. She opened her notebook, logged into her mailbox, and found the resume that Ye Qiqi had sent to her.

The cursor stopped at the postgraduate major column, Zhang Yawen's heart was like a sinking stone, depressed, at that time she thought all of this was just a rash behavior of young people, or looked a little foolish in the eyes of others , but today's young people can do anything.However, in her eyes now, every thread seemed so deliberate.

She smiled wryly at the screen, angry that Ye Xixi was hiding it from herself, and even more angry that she was too slow.

Ye Qiqi has never concealed his lack of interest in literature. It is a habit of a science student everywhere. Therefore, such a person who regards time as his life is willing to spend three years in a different place to study a major that he does not like. This kind of irrationality is not something Ye Qiqi would do.

So, is it all for yourself?

In order to give up the high internship price in Beijing, come to the publishing house for free and make voluntary contributions, and also have a preference for myself, now I think about it so directly and frankly.

In fact, Ye Qiqi has never deliberately concealed it, most of the time he just turned a blind eye.

There was a soreness in the nose, and his vision gradually blurred. Zhang Yawen felt a little pain in breathing. He clenched his right fist against his chest, buried his head in his knees, and overwhelming emotions rushed towards him like a tide.

It turns out that I have always been so stupid.

Zhang Yawen rubbed her red eyes, and the contact lenses fell out. She wanted to stand up, but her legs were sore and numb. After squatting for a long time, she forced herself to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her hands turned to rub her legs.

Ye Qiqi has liked herself for a long time, right?This idea has been lingering in my head just now, but I still can't decide it.

How can such a beautiful and excellent person like himself?

What do you like about yourself?

Emotional instability All kinds of strange thoughts rushed into her head, she was a little overwhelmed, Wang Lan came to knock on the door several times, but she blocked it, hiding in the shadows alone and staring at the void .

Messages popped up on the phone one after another, with jobs and friends, but she instinctively blocked them all.

After an unknown amount of time, her phone vibrated and she was on the soft big bed.

The name displayed on the phone was Ye Qiqi.

She stretched out a somewhat stiff hand to answer the phone.

"I'm here." Ye Qiqi's voice was a little tired, and the background sounds of the crowd and the radio could be heard from time to time.

Zhang Yawen gripped the phone tightly, lowered his head, and said, "Well, take a good rest."

Maybe it was because his voice was too cold, Ye Qiqi sensed something was wrong, stopped dragging the suitcase, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

She resisted the urge to cry suddenly, and clenched the corner of the quilt with her free hand: "It's nothing." She didn't dare to say any more unnecessary words.

"Did you miss me when you left just now?" Ye Qiqi walked to a corner and asked.

Zhang Yawen was amused by her, hot teardrops slapped down, she nodded: "Yes, I miss you." It was rare that he didn't reply back.

When the sun was setting, Wang Wen sent her back a WeChat message: "I actually found it. Fortunately, our activity at that time was included in the selection materials of the city-level outstanding class collectives, so I can still find it now."

Then a screenshot is attached at the back, which is the book that Zhang Yawen sold for charity back then.

It was a long one, she clicked on the picture, zoomed in, from "Selected Poems of Byron", crossed the time, place, class, etc., and saw Ye Qiqi's name in the column of the last buyer.

Compared with the current fierce font, it is more childish, but the current prototype can still be seen.

Therefore, this book is really her own, and the book that Ye Qixi treasured so much is really her own.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the dark clouds, and the rain was pouring down. Zhang Yawen covered her mouth and leaned on her knees, sobbing silently.

She just loves her girl a little bit.

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Zhang Yawen returned to work one day earlier, and Wang Lan sent her to the high-speed rail station.Even on weekdays, the station is still crowded.When the time was almost up, she swiped her ID card and entered the station. After passing the security check, she waved goodbye to Wang Lan at the door through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

She had booked a window seat, the sun was blinding, she lowered the shade a little, then lowered the seat, leaning sideways on the back of the seat with her eyes closed.

Yesterday she went to Ye Qiqi's house again, and went in while her aunt was cleaning.She walked into Ye Qiqi's bedroom and saw the bookshelf filled with all kinds of science books. She opened the bottom cabinet that she hadn't seen before.

It is full of books that I am familiar with, including those written by her that no one cares about, and those that she has published in the publishing house.

Zhang Yawen clicked on those books, and basically bought more than five of the same book, "It's really a fool with a lot of money." Some hardcover books are also expensive.

She closed the cabinet, stood up, glanced around in the bedroom, and her eyes fell on the composition excellence award she had seen before. She took it down, rubbed the glass photo frame with her fingertips, and removed the photo frame in a mysterious way.

A thin, rough piece of paper.Composition competitions are not comparable to those science competitions that are more valued. Generally, the prizes for winning are certificates or a few worthless books. She flipped the certificates over.

Behind the gray paper, the words "Zhang Yawen" and the date were written in a blue ballpoint pen.

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Sorry for being late~~~~ I will try to confirm the time to update in the future