Confess to you in early summer

"Do you like to read comics? I haven't heard you say that before." Jiang Youyi turned off the phone screen, picked up the last piece of meat and ate it in one bite, and asked in a low voice, "Do you read anything else besides Conan?"

Yan Wei smiled: "Look, I read both novels and comics, and I also follow dramas if I have time. I prefer suspenseful reasoning genres, and horror ones are fine."

"Really?" Jiang Youyi's jaw dropped in shock, but at the same time she became interested, and asked, "What novels have you read? Sherlock Holmes? The Da Vinci Code? Keigo Higashino? Where's Cai Jun?"

"Read everything you said." Yan Wei replied calmly, "I have read all the famous reasoning works at home and abroad except these few, but my favorite author is Agatha. Reiki."

In fact, she didn’t read these when she was a student. She hadn’t been exposed to them at that time, so she couldn’t talk about liking or disliking them. Even if she liked them, her parents would not allow her to read these “idle books”.

But Jiang Youyi likes it.

Yan Wei likes to read, and is also good at reading, but due to the strict control of his parents, he rarely reads novels and comics.

After graduating from high school and moving out from home, Yan went to the bookstore or the school library when he was free. Starting from Keigo Higashino mentioned in Jiang Youyi's diary, he made up for the youth that had been lost, and he insisted on developing Jiang Youyi's hobbies into his own. Hobbies, including the habit of journaling.

In Jiang Youyi's impression, Yan Wei spends her spare time either writing questions or reading supplementary materials. She has never seen her buy extracurricular books. I never thought that Yan Wei would like suspenseful reasoning.

They have one more common topic to talk about.

Jiang Youyi was surprised, but also a little happy.

"Do you want to read the short stories? Do you read magazines? Like this!" Jiang Youyi sat on the bed, leaned her upper body down, opened the suitcase under the bed, and found out a few reasoning magazines that were put away just now.

Seeing that there was no place to put it on the table, Jiang Youyi said "wait a minute", packed the empty lunch box and threw it into the trash can. The desktop is wiped clean.

Yan Wei answered Jiang Youyi while cleaning the table: "I seldom read magazines, do you have any recommendations?"

When she was reading novels, magazines were not very popular anymore. With the overwhelming electronic platforms and virtual reading materials on the Internet, these sets of magazines that Jiang Youyi liked were all discontinued later.

Jiang Youyi quickly pulled out a few volumes from the messy pile of books: "This is the one I recommend. They are all short stories. There are relatively few serials, but the quality of each article is high. I like a few columns very much. I will read them for you. "

There was a sound of clattering pages, and Jiang Youyi skillfully flipped to one of the columns and handed it to Yan Wei: "Do you like it or not, take all of these books!"

"What's the meaning of the marks on these catalogs?" Yan Wei read one of the short stories, turned back to the catalog page, and found that some stories had marks next to the titles. The shapes of these marks were different, but it could be seen There must be a certain pattern, not random drawing.

Jiang Youyi opened a new book, and didn't raise her head when she heard the words: "Oh, those are my marks, for reference, some of which I think are written well, and some of which have outstanding structure and logic."

"What are you marking this for?" Yan Wei became curious, "For reference, do you want to write a novel?"

Jiang Youyi put down the book: "What? Can't you?" She raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, her tone was harsh, she seemed a little angry and awkward.

However, he also admitted Yan Wei's guess in disguise.

"No, no, it's great to write novels." Yan Wei learned about Jiang Youyi's hidden hobbies for the first time, and immediately became interested, "What kind of novels do you write? Suspense and reasoning? Can I read it?"

"No!" Jiang Youyi skipped the first two questions, and categorically rejected Yan Wei.

Yan Wei let out a howl, lying on the small table as if she had no bones, and looked at Jiang Youyi pitifully: "Why?"

Jiang Youyi put on a straight face: "There's no reason, if you can't, you can't!" She covered Yan Wei's face with the magazine in her hand, so as to hide her blushing ears.

Yan Wei tore off the book on his face, stared at Jiang Youyi with wide eyes flickering, pleading and curiosity were softly hidden in his eyes.

Under Yan Wei's burning eyes, a blush quickly spread from Jiang Youyi's ears to her cheeks.

"If you say you can't, then you can't do it, don't do this." Jiang Youyi's tone softened, but her face was stretched, she frowned and turned her head away, pretending to flip through the magazine twice.

Yan Wei smiled so much that his eyebrows were raised, deliberately teasing her: "Why don't you do this?"

"..." Jiang Youyi buried her face in the pages of the book.

In the end, Yan Wei was unable to read the novel written by Jiang Youyi. On this point, Jiang Youyi's attitude was extremely firm. Yan Wei couldn't resist her, so he had to surrender: "Okay, okay, but I want to know, has anyone read your novel? ? Except yourself."

"No." Jiang Youyi replied.

Yan Wei became happy again: "Then am I the first to know that you write novels?"

Jiang Youyi was speechless, is there anything to be happy about?

She rolled her eyes, and held the magazine higher to hide the flush on her face.

"Yes."

Yan Future became more energetic, and grabbed Jiang Youyi's sleeve: "Then you promise me, if it is published publicly, I will be the first reader!"

Jiang Youyi was silent for a few seconds.

Seeing her face change, Yan Wei's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Jiang Youyi would reject her, but after a while, Jiang Youyi replied, "Okay."

Yan Wei didn't know which word in the sentence he just said stepped on the thunder, but Jiang Youyi's mood seemed to suddenly become very bad.

Yan Wei was deeply regretful that his efforts to deliver rice sets were in vain.

She climbed up from the table in frustration, and said helplessly, "I'm going back, can you lend me these magazines?"

"Yeah." Jiang Youyi lowered her head, her eyes fixed on some point between the lines, and she didn't turn the page for a long time.

Yan Wei returned to the dormitory, climbed onto the bed and sat down against the wall with pillows on his back, opened the magazine borrowed from Jiang Youyi, read the story with complicated emotions, and sank into it after a while.

About half an hour later, some other students came back, and Yan Wei heard Zhou Xiaoxiao's voice before entering the door: "Huh? Who put the milk tea here?"

A few seconds later, Zhou Xiaoxiao pushed open the dormitory door, raised the plastic bag in her hand and called Yan Wei: "I don't know who sent the milk tea. There is a folded note with your name written on the back!"

"Is it a love letter that a boy asked a girl to bring in?" the roommate booed beside him.

Zhou Xiaoxiao complained passionately: "I don't even have an envelope. If it's really a confession letter, it's too straight! How can you catch up with our classmate at this level?"

There was a burst of laughter in the dormitory.

Yan Wei put down the magazine in his hand and waved to Zhou Xiaoxiao: "Let me see the note."

Zhou Xiaoxiao handed over the milk tea bag together, Yan Wei pulled out the note that Zhou Xiaoxiao said from the side, unfolded it, the scrawled handwriting looked familiar.

Reciprocity.

"Pfft." Yan Weixiao said, this curvy girl is also very straight.

Zhou Xiaoxiao and the two roommates who had been observing secretly heard Yan Wei's laughter, and the dormitory was eerily quiet for two seconds.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's pupils trembled, and an earth-shattering howl broke out: "Fuck! There is a situation! Quickly tell the truth who sent the milk tea!"

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