Confess to you in early summer

Happy holidays.

Yan Wei hung up the phone, holding the phone in a daze.

If Jiang Kangguo's affairs are not handled well, this holiday may be difficult to enjoy.But Xiao Jiang, who can't predict the future, didn't notice it, only Yan Wei was flustered alone.

This nervousness diluted Jiang Youyi's joy of leaving her a gift, she pursed her lips and leaned against the wall to calm down for a while.

The noise downstairs after the exam woke her up. Thinking that Yan Tingyue and He Ping should have gone to the classroom by now, she put away her mobile phone and took a deep breath before going downstairs.

Sure enough, I ran into my parents outside the classroom, Yan Tingyue saw her coming, his serious face softened a little, and asked her: "How is your performance?"

"It's okay." Yan Wei's face no longer showed the tension just now, and he answered truthfully, "It's just that I didn't have a good rest at noon today, and I wrote the summary in the afternoon a little slower, so I only went through it once."

After finishing speaking, she looked at He Ping: "Mom is so beautiful today, is this new dress specially worn for me to see?"

He Ping wore a brand new jade-white Tang suit with sky-blue embroidery on the collar and cuffs. In addition, she had a slightly literati temperament, which was very graceful and elegant, as if she was ten years younger.

Yan Wei's appearance was inherited from her parents. He Ping was also a beautiful woman when she was young. Even though the years have left marks on her face and weathered it, it is difficult to conceal her good foundation. A little dressing up makes her stand out.

But compared to He Ping's soft beauty, Yan Wei's eyebrows are actually more like Yan Tingyue, Yan Tingyue looks gentle, like a delicate scholar.

Perhaps it was because he was talked about because of his handsome appearance when he was young. He used to take care of himself meticulously and put on a straight face, making it difficult for people to read his true emotions from his expression.

In this regard, Yan Wei is very similar to him.

Being praised by her daughter, He Ping smiled until the corners of her eyes fainted with clear crow's feet, and took a look at Yan Tingyue by the way: "Seeing how my daughter can talk, she doesn't look like you, she doesn't understand."

Yan Tingyue didn't look at her, and said to Yan Wei expressionlessly: "Your mother is beautiful every day, not just today."

The father and daughter each spoke sweet words, coaxing He Ping to smile.

A few minutes later, Teacher Xu came to greet the students to enter the classroom, and said a few things to pay attention to during the summer vacation, and the parents stayed in the corridor to meet each other and chat.

The class meeting lasted for 10 minutes, and the teachers of each subject had already arranged summer homework in advance. With Teacher Xu saying "the meeting ended", the students couldn't help but jump for joy. Some students even touched three feet high in front of Teacher Xu and shouted. Going to the Internet cafe to play all night.

Before leaving, Teacher Xu sneered at the boy's name: "If you dare to go to the Internet cafe all night, the teacher will dare to call your parents to arrest you."

The boy shrank his neck in embarrassment, and the students around him roared with laughter.

Yan Wei ignored the noisy classmates, quickly packed her schoolbags, and went to meet Yan Tingyue outside the classroom.

Walking downstairs, Yan Wei suddenly let out a short "ah".

He Ping asked her with concern: "What's the matter, Weiwei?"

"I put the warm water cup in the drawer and forgot to take it." Yan Wei slapped his forehead and turned around without any explanation, "Mom and Dad, please wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll be right back." After she finished speaking, she was already blowing upstairs like a gust of wind.

Yan Tingyue frowned, not very happy: "Reckless, who did you learn from?"

He Ping looked at him: "Say a few words less."

Yan Wei came down in less than 2 minutes, holding a light green thermos cup in his hand, and put it in the side pocket of the schoolbag as he walked. When he got closer, he had re-carried the schoolbag, and Yan Tingyue glanced at the one she had just brought back. Cup, didn't say much.

As usual, He Ping accompanied Yan Wei to the dormitory to pack the boxes, and asked pointingly on the way: "Why didn't I see that classmate of yours today?"

Yan Wei pretended not to understand, and asked, "Which classmate?"

He Ping: "The one with the surname Jiang."

"Oh." Yan Wei's expression was flat, showing no emotion, "Who knows? She's not in the same dormitory as me, so maybe she should leave first."

"That's it." He Ping smiled and didn't continue.

Zhou Xiaoxiao, who was tidying the sheets, paused for a moment, and secretly glanced at the expression on Yanwei's face.

After three and a half hours of driving home, the wall clock on the wall at the entrance had already passed nine o'clock. He Ping used the extra cooked rice at noon to fry a few plates of fried rice with eggs, served with kimchi and a seasonal vegetable, and the family simply settled for today's dinner .

After dinner, Yan Tingyue watched the evening news in the living room, He Ping cheerfully cleaned up the kitchen, Yan Wei told them to do homework and went back to her bedroom.

She hesitated for two seconds when closing the door, but finally did not choose to lock it.

The door of this room has always been unlocked. He Ping came over and found that she had locked the door, so she didn't blame herself.

She pulled out the chair and sat down, holding the schoolbag in her arms, using the light of the desk lamp to see a rectangular gray box at the bottom of the schoolbag.

The outside of the box was originally wrapped in a gift bag, but she felt it was too conspicuous when she got it. She was afraid of being discovered by her parents when she got home, so she simply removed the outer packaging and stuffed it into her drawer, leaving only the contents inside. She had time to see what Jiang Youyi gave her.

Xue Yu might open her door at any time, so she didn't dare to take out her things. She lowered her head and pretended to be looking for something in her schoolbag, and gently opened the gray box, while paying attention to the movement outside the door.

However, when the gift revealed its true face, Yan Wei's gaze was focused on the box, with sparkles in his eyes.

A light orange fountain pen.

It is a foreign brand with relatively high cost performance. It is not expensive, but it is not cheap either. Two or three hundred a bottle is quite a luxury in high school.

Jiang Youyi decided to give the pen after careful consideration. It is neither eye-catching like a watch necklace, but it can also represent some indescribable intentions.

Although the brand she chose was relatively expensive, it was not exaggerated, and it was completely within the range that Yan Wei could accept generously.

A birthday gift shows Jiang Youyi's thoughtfulness and meticulousness.

There was also a small note pressed under the pen, and the handwriting on it was as wild as ever: I wish student Yan a happy birthday.

It can be said to be quite satisfactory.

Yan Wei couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth curled up naturally.

She carefully folded the note into small squares and hid it in the interlayer of the gray box. She took out the pen and held it in her hand to play with.

The pen was not filled with ink, and he wrote two strokes on the manuscript paper. The tip of the pen was very smooth, and Yan Wei couldn't put it down.

Hearing familiar footsteps outside the door, Yan Wei quickly put the pen back into the box, took out a stack of homework rolls from her schoolbag and spread them out on the table, just as He Ping pushed the door open with milk in her hand: "Weiwei, come here, first put the Drink the milk before doing homework."

Yan Wei obediently put down her schoolbag, took the moderately warm milk and drank it down in one gulp.

He Ping glanced at the clean and tidy table, and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? Mom will make it for you."

"The dishes my mother cooks are all delicious, I don't choose." Yan Wei finished speaking, hugging He Ping's arm coquettishly, "The school cafeteria is greasy and greasy, there are only a few of them back and forth, I have long wanted to eat meals made by my mother gone."

"I know how to make me happy. I don't go home during the Dragon Boat Festival and say I miss the food at home." He Ping was very worried about the fact that Yan Weixiao didn't go home during the long vacation last time.

Yan Wei smiled awkwardly, and He Ping couldn't bear to talk about her anymore, and rubbed her head: "Okay, let's do your homework well, I finished it earlier, and I will take you out to play on your birthday."

"Thank you mom."

After sending He Ping away, Yan Wei let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his cheeks stiff with laughter, stopped playing with the pen in his schoolbag, and started to do his homework in a proper manner.

At 10:30, Yan Tingyue knocked on the door of Yan Wei's bedroom: "Wei Wei, it's time to rest."

Yan Wei stopped writing and raised his voice: "I know."

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After taking a shower and lying down on the bed, the alarm clock on the table showed that there were still 3 minutes to eleven o'clock, Yan Wei took the mobile phone and got under the covers, and finally found a chance to send Jiang Youyi a text message: "The gift has been received, I like it very much .”

Jiang Youyi replied quickly. The moment the text message came in, the phone buzzed, which was very clear in the silent night.

Yan Wei was so frightened that he hurriedly turned off the mute, knocked his phone face down on the bed, got out of bed and glanced at the closed door.

Even so, she was still not at ease, walked over and opened the door lightly, picked up the water glass and walked around the living room, making sure that Yan Tingyue and He Ping had rested, and then went back to the bedroom and lay down again.

The shock just now had calmed down, Yan Wei dimmed the light on the screen, clicked on the text message that Jiang Youyi replied, and unconsciously smiled.

Jiang Youyi: As long as you like it.

Next sentence: Can I talk on the phone now?

Although she was happy that Jiang Youyi was still waiting for news from her so late, it was a pity that both Yan Tingyue and He Ping were at home, and the risk of calling was too great for her to bear.

Yan Wei had no choice but to reply regretfully and sadly: "I can't, I'm afraid they will find out."

This time Jiang Youyi didn't reply to her message right away, the screen went dark without any operation for half a minute, along with Yan Wei's helpless eyes and aggrieved and stinging heart.

Another ten seconds later, the screen turned on again, and Jiang Youyi's reply arrived in her mailbox: "Okay, then call me if you have a chance, I'm here anytime."

Yan Wei stared at the phone screen, feeling even more sad.

She replied "OK" to Jiang Youyi, but there was no further message from the other side.

After finishing the text chat with Jiang Youyi, Yan Wei closed her eyes to calm down, not feeling sleepy at all, so she clicked on the encrypted file received yesterday, and quickly browsed through it.

At night, she had that dream on the corridor of the hospital again, and Ling Chen woke up sweating profusely at three o'clock, with wet water marks remaining in the corners of her eyes, and a large area of ​​the pillow was wet with tears.

He took out the phone from under the pillow, hesitated for a few times, and hung his fingers on the address book for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, and dialed the number.

In the silence, the beeping sound from the earpiece was several times clearer than in the daytime, and the decibels were so high that Yan Wei's heartbeat accelerated. I was afraid that this slight noise would pass through the door and into the ears of the sleeping parents.

A high-pitched sound hit Yan Wei's eardrums, she thought to herself, if no one answers after the ringing, forget it.

I was ready to give up, but I still felt lost for no reason.

I don't know if it's because the dark night has peeled off the calm protective color on the surface, revealing the inner weakness and fragility. Seeing that the phone is about to hang up automatically, Yan Wei's eyes can't help but seep tears.

At this point in time, of course it is impossible to get through, even though Jiang Youyi said in a text message that she can do it anytime.

Yan Wei buried his face in the crook of his arms, and got into the horns of self-pity.

But in the next second, there was a clear and crisp sound from the receiver, Jiang Youyi's deep voice was wrapped in the laziness of just waking up from a dream, and she whispered in doubt: "Yan Wei?"

The fortress that I worked so hard to build collapsed in an instant, and tears burst out of my eyes in an instant, unable to hold back.

She tried her best to keep calm, but the choking voice betrayed her for no reason.

"Jiang Youyi."

"I miss you so much."

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