Confess to you in early summer

Just after nine o'clock, the university campus during the winter vacation was still sleeping, there was no one on the spacious school road, Yan Wei and Jiang Youyi stood side by side, holding hands stuffed into the pockets of Jiang Youyi's coat.

Even though she didn't sleep last night, she survived the most sleepy period, Yan Wei is now in high spirits, and her mood is surprisingly good.

After walking for a short distance, she suddenly asked in a low voice: "How are you doing now? Is there any discomfort?"

Jiang Youyi seemed not to understand: "What do you mean?"

"Just..." Yan Wei suddenly felt embarrassed, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she cleared her throat, "Forget it, it's nothing."

Amused by Yan Wei's twisted and pinched look, Jiang Youyi couldn't hold back, the corners of her mouth moved upwards, she leaned over and kissed Yan Wei's rosy cheek, biting the other's ear and whispering: "I think it's good, where is it?" It's all good, I'm not feeling well."

After the intimacy last night, Jiang Youyi let go a lot, and it seemed that Yan Wei was a little more shy.

If it is hard to calculate, her legs are a little weak, but she often exercises, this discomfort can be completely ignored.

"That's good." Yan Wei turned her head away, avoiding Jiang Youyi's breath in her ears, and changed the subject abruptly, "What do you want for breakfast? There are almost everything in the back street of the school."

Jiang Youyi smiled brightly and without thinking, "Eat what you usually eat."

"Okay." Yan Wei agreed, while hiding to the side.

Jiang Youyi intentionally teased her: "You won't recognize anyone after you wipe it off?"

Yan Wei couldn't stand the wronged, turned his head angrily: "Nonsense! I didn't—"

Not finished.

Jiang Youyi kissed her lips, hugged her tightly, blocking what she wanted to say.

Between the branches of the trees, green shoots grow.

Yan Wei asked for another day off on the grounds that she was unwell.

It was easier to find a house at the end of the year. After breakfast, they went to the airport to bring Jiang Youyi’s luggage back. Yan Wei asked Jiang Youyi about her budget, took the initiative to run errands, contacted an agent, inspected the house, signed a contract, and consulted Jiang Youyi’s opinion, and moved in on the same day. The place is settled.

The final selected house is near Yanwei School. It is a hardcover two-bedroom apartment with complete furniture and complete supporting facilities around the community. After completing the contract process, you can move in with your bags.

The rent was slightly higher than Jiang Youyi's budget, Yan Wei offered to share the rent with her, but was flatly rejected, Jiang Youyi ignored her for the next half hour.

After the contract was signed and the key to the rental house was handed over, Jiang Youyi went to clean up, keeping a cold face throughout the whole process to prevent Yan Wei from intervening.

It could be seen that Jiang Youyi was angry and having a temper tantrum, Yan Wei went through the conversation between the two of them half an hour ago in his mind again, and found the key to Jiang Youyi's change of attitude, which was the problem where she said that she wanted to share the rent equally.

Jiang Youyi took the broom and knocked on the edge of Yan Wei's shoe expressionlessly: "Let it go."

Yan Wei took a step away.

Jiang Youyi immediately swept over and knocked again, feeling strange: "I don't know how far away?"

Yan Wei couldn't laugh or cry, this cheapskate.

She cut off the broom and put it aside, ignored the other party's cold face, hugged Jiang Youyi by the waist, rubbed her jaw against Jiang Youyi's shoulder like a big dog, and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong, don't be angry."

Jiang Youyi ignored her, but she didn't break away either.

Yan Wei continued: "I said so, what's yours is mine."

Jiang Youyi's face was expressionless, and she gave Yan Wei a cold snort, but her ears turned red quietly.

Finally, there was a response, and it was because of this matter, Yan Wei felt funny in his heart, but said: "Then what's mine is also yours, let's expose this matter, don't count it, don't care about it, okay?"

"You were the one to worry about it first." Jiang Youyi muttered dissatisfied.

"I'm not afraid that you won't be able to adapt to the rhythm of the country just after returning to China. I hope you will rest for a while, don't rush to work, and don't be too pretentious if you have money. I want to share some with you."

Yan Wei acted coquettishly softly, and whispered into Jiang Youyi's ear: "Baby~ don't be angry~ okay?"

hiss.

The soft and warm breath blew over the pinnae, sparking an electric current, which rushed into the heart numbly, and goose bumps arose everywhere it passed by.

The legs are weak as hell.

Jiang Youyi grabbed the broom and stuffed it into Yan Wei's hands, and broke free from her embrace. Before running away, she said: "Sweep the floor, let's see how I feel when it's clean."

Yan Wei: "..."

Gee.

So does her lovely girlfriend like her shouting just now?

Yan Wei took off his thick coat, rolled up his sleeves and started to work, sweeping all the corners carefully, before Jiang Youyi could speak, he took the initiative to wash the mop and came out to mop the floor.

Just after dragging for a while, Jiang Youyi suddenly came over without saying a word, and stuffed something into Yan Wei's hand.

Looking down, the mop was almost not held firmly.

Yan Wei squeezed the card with two fingers, and looked at Jiang Youyi strangely: "What are you doing with my bank card?"

Jiang Youyi said solemnly: "Didn't you say you wanted to help me share the burden? Then you can take it, and you can decide what to spend at home, what to buy, and how much to spend."

What logic is this?

Yan Wei was shocked, but with the lessons learned from earlier, she did not immediately refuse, but confirmed to Jiang Youyi: "Give it all to me?"

"That's right." Jiang Youyi leaned back on the sofa and replied naturally, "If nothing else happens, apart from the rent, there will be daily necessities and one or two pieces of furniture that I will buy later, I won't be able to spend much. Find you where you spend it."

"It's a good idea, you want to be a shopkeeper?" Yan Wei said with a smile, "What kind of money do you have? How much is it?"

If Aunt Xue gave it, she would not accept it.

"I have written some manuscripts one after another over the years, both long and short. The manuscript fees sent to me by the platform and the publishing house were not used very much, so I saved them. They are all scattered small money. I didn't check the exact amount. But, I guess..."

Jiang Youyi tried her best to remember, and reported a very conservative value to Yan Wei in an uncertain tone: "It may be about a hundred thousand."

"Yeah." Yan Wei nodded.

One hundred thousand, Jiang Youyi earned it by herself, it's okay, it's acceptable.

A few days later, Yan Wei passed by the bank and went to check Jiang Youyi's card deposits on a whim, and was shocked by the amount displayed on the ATM machine.Not only did it double the value she had expected, but it also had to change to a currency unit.

Jiang Youyi is already a little rich woman.

However, this is something for later, at least Yan Wei felt at ease when he accepted the bank card.

After a busy day, Jiang Youyi's salute has not been confiscated, the door lock has to be changed, and the new sheets have to be washed and dried before they can be put on the bed. They plan to go back to the dormitory tonight, and bring Yan Wei's things here tomorrow.

"Lie down for a while, I'll call you when I'm done." Seeing that Jiang Youyi was dozing off, Yan Wei asked her to rest on the sofa.

Jiang Youyi didn't have a good rest these days, and seeing that there was really nothing important in the room, she obediently lay down.

Yan Wei put a pillow under her head, put his coat on her body, and continued to work in peace.

She wiped the inside and outside of the closet twice with a towel, threw a few mothballs into the corner, and then unlocked the combination lock of Jiang Youyi's suitcase, planning to sort out Jiang Youyi's clothes. Bring a few changes of personal clothing.

The password is 0806, Yan Wei smiled, Jiang Youyi still remembers her birthday.

Jiang Youyi only brought a suitcase with her when she returned home, and when she opened the lid, she didn't have any coats except for a few autumn and winter clothes and pants.

It seems that I have to find time to go shopping and buy some clothes, otherwise the Spring Festival will come in a few days, and all stores will be closed, and I will have to wait until after the festival if I want to buy these things.

The clothes were all put away, revealing the laptop and two black file folders pressed against the bottom of the case.

When Yan Wei was holding the notebook, the computer cable got stuck on the corner of one of the folders, and he lifted the cover of the folder. Yan Wei subconsciously lowered her head. She didn't intend to take a closer look, but was attracted by the text in the plastic bag .

March 2014, 3, the first email.

"I haven't seen you for two days, I miss you a little bit, and want to know how you are doing.

You and Aunt Xue should have found a place to live, right?Hope you all are doing well.

I came to Linchuan yesterday, it is really beautiful here, if there is a chance, we will come again when you come back, I hope it will be an autumn where we can see maple leaves..."

April 2014, 4, the second email.

"It's been ten days since we parted, how are you?

I finished reading your diaries and novels, and it was so easy to cry, I even suspected that you showed me these to make me cry on purpose.

Obviously we are the same age, why do you have such outstanding writing skills?

With rigorous logic and delicate emotions, you are worthy of all compliments, and it is no exaggeration to say that if you have the idea of ​​developing this way, you will definitely become a writer in the future..."

……

On August 2014, 8, No.6 three emails.

"Received an unsigned birthday cake and a doll.

I guess it must be you, because we have an agreement. "

……

Yan Wei put down the computer at some point, sat down on the edge of the bed with this thick folder, and carefully read each page carefully.

Both folders are full of printed emails, dated from the third day after the separation of that year to last month, a total of 261 emails, each of which has been preserved intact, the first page of paper has been yellowing.

These emails are like a diary, with an interval of one week to ten days between the two emails, and there is no substantive content. They mainly record her daily life in recent years, such as going back to school, seeing flowers and plants in the school, suddenly thinking of Jiang Youyi, and writing a mail.

At the end of the college entrance examination, he was admitted to Fudu University of Political Science and Law, where he studied law and later took the postgraduate entrance examination.

I signed up at the Free Fighting Club, which is very interesting.

……

Every email can evoke a memory or two. After Jiang Youyi went abroad, her life is no different from her memory. The only difference is that she has a channel to vent her thoughts. The thoughts she conveyed are all true. It was conveyed to Jiang Youyi earnestly.

Well, Jiang Youyi

Did you write back to her?

Thinking this way, Yan Wei took out his mobile phone and clicked on his Little Penguin mailbox, found the email he wrote to Jiang Youyi from the sending history, and then clicked into the inbox.

Except for the exchange emails with the tutor, there are only one or two materials documents for the part-time job in the law firm. As for Jiang Youyi, Yinger doesn't have one.

Gee.

Footsteps could be heard outside the bedroom door, Yan Wei looked up and saw Jiang Youyi walking in, rubbing her eyes, calling her while walking: "Weiwei..." The voice stopped abruptly.

She caught sight of what Yan Wei was holding.

A few seconds later, Jiang Youyi came back to her senses, Zhao Yanwei smiled, forced herself to act as if nothing had happened, and retreated along the original route.

"Stop!" Yan Wei told her.

Jiang Youyi, who had a guilty conscience, froze, and stood at the door like a sculpture.

Yan Weiyang raised the folder, and raised an eyebrow with a smirk: "Student Xiaojiang, explain?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Jiang: I didn’t do it on purpose, really not.