Confess to you in early summer

Students who have not participated in hiking can not personally experience the pain of walking [-] kilometers. Those students who did not take it seriously in the first year of high school and ran ahead excitedly all got a painful lesson.

How fun it was to run at the beginning, and how painful it was when I finally had to climb the whole distance on my knees.

However, the second-year high school students who had been prepared for a long time seemed to be not much better. The first half of the road was full of laughter and laughter, and the second half you dragged me and I dragged you. They didn't want to leave, but they had to continue.

Yan Wei couldn't take it anymore when he walked halfway, the soles of his feet were blistered, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful, so he simply found a clean-looking stone on the side of the road to sit down and rest for a while.

This outdoor activity is a double test of physical strength and willpower. Yan Wei can study in the classroom for a whole day without distraction, but his body succumbs to the [-] kilometers of hiking, and he has to stop and press his calf to let himself Rest.

Jiang Youyi experienced Yan Wei's water robbery incident, she ran away without saying a word, and now she may be almost at the end.

Zhou Xiaoxiao sat down next to Yan Wei, and the surrounding students passed one after another, and some of them, like Yan Wei, couldn't walk, and stopped in twos and threes to rest.

"Yan Wei, is your home in Yizhou? After the excursion here, we will have a holiday in the afternoon. Do you want to go home?" Zhou Xiaoxiao drank his saliva and chatted with Yan Wei.

There is a four- to five-hour drive between Yizhou and Fudu. Usually, Yan Wei doesn't go home when he lives on campus. He only goes back during a semester's long vacation. The three-day holiday of Ching Ming Festival, excluding the time for running on the highway, there are still two days left. day off.

"Well, I have to go back." Speaking of going home, Yan Wei was a little depressed, which Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't see.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's family is in this city, but her family doesn't care much about her, so she usually lives on campus on weekends, but she should go back to Qingming Festival.

"Oh." Zhou Xiaoxiao responded, as if a little disappointed.

Yan Wei asked her: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Xiaoxiao shook her legs and sighed, "It's just that my parents went back to my hometown on Ching Ming Festival and didn't take me with them, so I lived in school by myself. Difficult!"

Yan Wei couldn't help laughing, but it's a pity that she had to go back, otherwise it would be nice to stay and have a company with Zhou Xiaoxiao.

"There are a few students in the dormitory next door who are far away from home. They probably won't come back. Then you invite them to play together. It will be over in two or three days." Yan Wei rested, stood up and shook her legs.

Zhou Xiaoxiao shrugged and didn't make a statement.

The remaining half of the road Yanwei walked was particularly difficult. If she hadn't taken care of her image, she would have given up and lay down where she was, pretending to be sick, and asked the patrolling teacher to give her a ride.

But in the end, she insisted on finishing the whole journey, and returned to the parking place with Zhou Xiaoxiao and the last few students she didn't know before six o'clock.

The students in Class [-] have already arrived, except Yan Wei and Zhou Xiaoxiao. After [-] kilometers of devastation, the girls are visibly haggard.

The school’s management of mobile phones is relatively strict. Usually, the teacher will never allow students to bring mobile phones to class, but for a rare outdoor activity, Teacher Xu also turned a blind eye to these behaviors of using mobile phones and let them go.

The boys howled mournfully and fought in the car again, showing no sign of how tired they were at all.

Yan Wei and Zhou Xiaoxiao got into the car, and found that the only two empty seats in the car were separated, one was in the middle of the car, and the other was at the rear of the car, one in front and one behind.

Two girls were sitting by the window, and Jiang Youyi was sitting in the back seat.

First come, first come first, Yan Wei and Zhou Xiaoxiao came later, there was no reason for others to sit by the aisle, Yan Wei glanced at Jiang Youyi, turned around and said to Zhou Xiaoxiao who was following behind: "I don't know Zhang Yutong well, I'm sorry to sit there, how about you Sit next to her?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao has no objection to Yan Wei's arrangement, the front is better than the back, Yan Wei is letting her go.

but……

"Jiang Youyi doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Are you okay?" Zhou Xiaoxiao was a little worried. Jiang Youyi's emotions were too obvious, and she didn't pay much attention to others since she was inexplicably angry just now.

Yan Wei smiled: "It's fine."

"Okay." Zhou Xiaoxiao was skeptical.

Yan Wei and Zhou Xiaoxiao made an agreement, and walked straight to the rear of the car. Jiang Youyi was listening to music with her earphones plugged in. In the noisy environment, she was alone and turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, looking extraordinarily quiet.

Someone sat down in the empty seat beside her, but Jiang Youyi didn't turn her head. It wasn't until the car started that she realized that the person sitting next to her was actually Yan Wei.

Yan Wei took off the schoolbag that had been carried all the way and hugged it in her arms, unzipped the zipper and rummaged inside, she lowered her head, a few strands of long bangs tucked behind her ears escaped, half covering her face.

The forehead, the bridge of the nose, the lips and the mandible outline a soft and changeable curve. The childish face is full of youthful breath, but it is more stable and mature than most of the peers.

And excellent.

Jiang Youyi added in her heart.

Before Yan Wei found something to look up, Jiang Youyi turned her face away at the right time, as if the peek just now was just a casual glance, and when the reflection in the pupil disappeared, it also erased the traces elsewhere.

He held two band-aids in one hand and handed them to her eyes: "Did you scratch your knee just now?"

There was a small hole in Jiang Youyi's trousers, and some blood oozes from the edge.

Earlier, she had been tricked by Yan Wei and walked away angrily, not even wanting the Coke she just bought.

Yan Wei saw her fall from a distance, although she immediately got up and walked through the curve at a faster speed, Yan Wei carefully noticed that her footsteps were light and heavy, and she was a little limp.

Jiang Youyi got angry when she mentioned what happened just now, what did Yan Wei mean?

I can't accept the confession of a girl of the same sex, but I insist on being friends with her, and make some ambiguous behaviors that attract people's imagination but are included in the scope of friendship.

If you like it, stay together, if you don't like it, keep a distance, because you can't be a lover and choose to get along with friends, it's just deceiving yourself and others, and harming yourself and others.

She didn't want to lie to herself that she didn't care, so she wanted to separate herself from Yan Wei, but Yan Wei, how could she pretend that nothing happened?

The Band-Aid that Yan Wei handed over was not picked up, Jiang Youyi ignored what was in front of her and lowered her head to play with her phone, tapping her fingers on the screen quickly, as if she was playing some kind of rhythmic audio game.

Jiang Youyi has been unable to concentrate since just now, and has made repeated operating mistakes. After a level is over, her evaluation has hit a record low. She is both irritable and irritable, and she really wants to get angry.

The hand was finally withdrawn.

Jiang Youyi turned off the screen and stuffed her phone into her school uniform pocket, leaning against the window to get ready to sleep.

The person next to her suddenly leaned over and lifted her trouser legs without warning.

Jiang Youyi was caught off guard, more frightened than angry, she subconsciously wanted to pull back her leg, but was held down by Yan Wei: "Don't move."

Yan Wei's words were like a spell, Jiang Youyi really didn't struggle anymore, but her calves were tense, her fingers were picking at the seams of her trousers, like a tame but vigilant cat.

Jiang Youyi was wearing a pair of loose-fitting cropped jeans. She was already thin, and when the trousers were lifted, they easily rolled up to her knees, revealing a scratched wound the size of a thumb.

The wound had stopped bleeding, and it was redder than normal, covered with a thin layer of blood scab.

Yan Wei didn't express any meaningless concern, but silently tore off the Band-Aid, gently covered the wound, carefully flattened the two wings with his thumb, then put down the trouser legs, and said to Jiang Youyi: "Be careful when taking a bath these two days, the wound is Don't get wet."

Jiang Youyi: "..."

Before Yan finished speaking, he returned to his seat, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

After driving for half an hour, it seemed as if I was back at school as soon as I closed my eyes.

When the students in front left one after another, Yan Wei stood up, his feet were firmly planted, and the soles of his feet hurt so badly that he helped the backrest of the front seat to stand firm.

After getting off the car, Jiang Youyi walked past Yan Wei without saying a word.

It's not even seven o'clock, and it's going to be dark, and many parents are guarding the school gate to pick up students for vacation.

Yan Wei wanted to take the school bus home, so he had to go back to the dormitory to pack his suitcase.

Zhou Xiaoxiao waited for Yan Wei to go back to the dormitory together, and when Jiang Youyi walked away, she approached Yan Wei and whispered, "Jiang Youyi stuffed something into your bag just now."

"Huh?" Yan Wei was surprised, "What is it?"

Following Zhou Xiaoxiao's instructions, she took out a brand new ointment from the small bag on the side of her schoolbag, saw the efficacy of the eye ointment, and couldn't help but smile.

He didn't keep the ointment for wound disinfection for his own use, but secretly gave it to her.

Yan Wei and Jiang Youyi have been in the same class since freshman year of high school, and still share the same dorm, but they don't usually see each other much.

Last year, it rained for several days during the Ching Ming Festival, and the excursions were arranged after the festival. That day, Yan Wei’s feet were also blistered, and the skin was broken. At night, the pain was so painful that she couldn’t sleep. The next day, the soles of her feet were infected and inflamed. room, the girls in the dormitory at that time knew about it.

To Yan Wei's surprise, Jiang Youyi even remembered this incident.

Looking up, she didn't see Jiang Youyi's figure, Zhou Xiaoxiao was puzzled: "Why did she give you the ointment?"

Yan Wei put the ointment back into her schoolbag, said with a smile, "I asked her to buy it for me, I forgot to ask her for it just now."

Zhou Xiaoxiao always felt that something was weird, but compared to Jiang Youyi's disobedient attitude, she was more concerned about the reason why Yan Wei bought the ointment: "Are you injured?"

"Well, that's about it." Yan Wei said indifferently, "It's just a little scratched, it's not serious."

Zhou Xiaoxiao said oh, and didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Wei and Zhou Xiaoxiao returned to the dormitory, Jiang Youyi came out with a bag on her back and was ready to leave.

"Jiang..." Zhou Xiaoxiao was about to greet Jiang Youyi, but unexpectedly, Jiang Youyi tilted her head in a dodgy way, walked over quickly, turned the corner and went downstairs.

Zhou Xiaoxiao frowned: "What happened to Jiang Youyi?"

For a while, he gave Yan Wei something, and for a while, he ignored him.

Yan Wei raised the corners of her mouth happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Xiaoxiao felt confused.

Yan Wei stopped laughing and shook his head: "It's nothing."

She just saw a blushing Jiang Youyi just now.

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