Confess to you in early summer

"What's wrong? What happened? Why are you crying?"

Hearing Yan Wei crying and saying that she misses her, the female student across the street disappeared from her drowsiness, and Ji Ling sat up from the bed, her voice instantly raised several degrees.

Take the time to check the time again, it's seven minutes past three.

It's still too early, why did Yan Wei call her at this time?What if she didn't hear?Jiang Youyi panicked in her heart.

On the contrary, Yan Wei's emotions come and go quickly, and she feels hypocritical as soon as she speaks.

Breaking free from the nightmare mood, and then hearing Jiang Youyi's helpless voice, she realized that classmate Xiao Jiang was terrified by her abnormal operation.

Yan Wei stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and suddenly felt a little bit stuck, she stammered while wiping her tears, "It's nothing."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Youyi's tone became severe.

Ling Chen called her at three o'clock and said it was nothing, she believed there was a ghost.

Yan Wei belatedly felt embarrassed, calling Jiang Youyi at this hour obviously disturbed the other party's rest, and besides having a dream and waking up a little emotionally, there was nothing else.

"I had a nightmare." Yan Wei decided to confess, and said in a low voice, "It was the same dream as last time."

Jiang Youyi reacted for two seconds before remembering which time Yan Wei said, it should be her

The first night I went to Yan Wei's sister's house to stay overnight, Yan Wei fell asleep and had a nightmare, crying all the time in the dream.

"You dreamed that I ignored you, so you cried?" Jiang Youyi asked tentatively.

She still finds it strange, what degree of "ignoring" can make Yan Wei cry like that?

Yan Wei: "Yes."

After a pause, he said, "You are so annoying, why do you always scare me in your dreams."

Jiang Youyi: "???" Could it be her fault?

"Okay, I'm sorry." Jiang Youyi apologized sincerely.

"Don't apologize." Yan Wei was a little unhappy, "It's not your fault, don't apologize."

Jiang Youyi: "..." Can you still communicate normally?

"Then what can I do to make you happier?" A resigned tone made Yan Wei frowned.

She originally wanted to say no, but when she got through the phone and heard Jiang Youyi's voice, she recovered, but at this moment, a different thought suddenly appeared in her heart, she rolled her eyes, and muttered: "Why don't you sing me a song?" .”

Jiang Youyi didn't expect that she was being tricked again, she thought Yan Wei was really sad, so despite being shy, she still frankly agreed: "Then what do you want to hear?"

This is what Yan Wei waited for, even hiding under the quilt couldn't hide those bright eyes.

""I Can", I want to hear this."

The other side was silent for about ten seconds, Yan Wei didn't panic at all, and turned over, lay flat, and waited obediently.

After nearly half a minute of psychological struggle, Jiang Youyi had no choice but to compromise. Yan Wei heard her clear her throat, and said hesitantly, "Well, then I'll sing."

"Yeah." The ending sound raised with a smile, full of anticipation.

"..." Jiang Youyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, suppressed her shame, and whispered, "Send, a letter without an address..."

The shallow breath sweeps across the microphone, the voice distorted by the electric current is not as clear as it is heard face to face, but the familiar melody enters the ears, the smile on Yan Wei's lips fades, and the strong longing rolls up again.

She was so greedy, she was not satisfied with tricking Jiang Youyi into singing, and wanted to listen to the live version.

"I can accompany you to see the stars..."

Yan Wei walked to the window with bare feet, stepped on the cold wooden floor, gently opened the heavy curtains, and glanced at the dark sky outside the window.

A few scattered stars fell in the sky, connecting the memories of the past with the experiences of the past few months, as if falling into a dream, presenting a hazy and illusory feeling.

After singing, Jiang Youyi was embarrassed to speak, and the receiver was silent for a few seconds.

Yan Wei smiled and cheered: "You sang really well."

"..." Jiang Youyi scratched her scalp in embarrassment, pulled a handful of bangs and almost pulled her baldness, and it took a while to respond, "Then are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine." Yan Wei blinked, "What do you think I'm doing now?"

"Look at the stars?"

With such an accurate guess, Yan Wei was shocked: "Amazing."

The embarrassment was diluted by Yan Wei's tone, Jiang Youyi laughed: "Because I am also watching, I will watch with you."

After talking on the phone for half an hour, Yan Wei's mood improved a lot. Hearing Jiang Youyi yawned again and again, she hurriedly urged her to go to sleep for a while. Jiang Youyi repeatedly confirmed that Yan Wei was fine, so she hung up the phone and continued to rest.

Yan Wei charged the phone, hid it under the pillow, lay down again, also felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.

I had a good dream, dreaming that she and Jiang Youyi, who had long hair, were sitting side by side on the lawn seven years later and watching the stars.

When the alarm bell rang, Yan Wei was a little dazed, she didn't react until the bell rang twice, reached out and pressed the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It's only seven o'clock.

Even if it was the first day of the holiday, Yan Wei still couldn't sleep in. In her parents' view, self-discipline is the most basic upbringing for a person.

Get up quickly, get dressed and make the bed, and sleep comfortably in the rest of the night, barely making up for the lack of sleep in the first half of the night, Yan Wei is still in good spirits.

She checked the battery of her mobile phone, skillfully hid the prohibited items, opened the bedroom door and walked out. He Ping had already brought a ready-made breakfast to the table, and when she heard the noise, she greeted her: "Weiwei, wake up? Go wash up and eat gone."

"Okay." Yan Wei responded, and turned to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the three members of the family took their seats, and the empty seat on Yan Wei's left became part of the habit.

Although today is a working day, the school where He Ping and Yan Tingyue teach has long been on holiday, so they don’t have to go to school. After breakfast, Yan Tingyue leans on the deck chair on the balcony to read the morning newspaper. If not, go back to your room to do your homework.

Except for the meal time, they hardly communicated with each other during the rest of the time. He Ping would push open the door of Yan Wei's bedroom from time to time to check her study status.

In this case, Yan Wei had no chance to pick up the phone at all.

So after a whole day, apart from doing her homework, she went around the living room and didn't contact Jiang Youyi.

At night, Yan Wei went to bed on time, chatted with Jiang Youyi and texted for a while, and read the materials again after the end.

The information that Su Ci sent to her integrated Jiang Kangguo's identity information and the situation of the company he invested in, and it was mostly information obtained from the outside, but in the section on personal identity information, Yan Wei saw such a description:—— He was once detained and investigated by the public security for tax evasion. The handling opinion was that he was not prosecuted and detained because the amount involved in the case was low and he had to make up for the fine.

Was investigated for tax evasion, but in the end it was only a fine?

The specific amount must have not been found, otherwise the information would not be so vague.

In connection with the trial results given by the court after Jiang's mother died violently due to Jiang Kang's state violence in her previous life, Yan Wei's brows became tighter and tighter. Out of the keen intuition of a law student, she judged that there was someone behind Jiang Kangguo.

And the opponent's power is not low.

She buried her head in editing the email to reply to her resignation, and asked Su Ci to check the person who handled Jiang Kangguo's tax evasion case and Jiang Kangguo's personal connections.

After the email was sent, she deleted the sending record in the mailbox, turned off the phone screen and lay down on the bed, deep in thought.

If her guess is true, then she can't deal with Jiang Kangguo openly, otherwise she will treat the symptoms instead of the root cause, and it will be easy to scare the snake away.

Once Jiang Kangguo was angered, the consequences would be disastrous.

The summer vacation has already begun, and they don't have much time left, and it will only take more than a month if they are fully booked.

This matter is really tricky, and once it starts, it will affect the whole body, even if she lives once, there is no guarantee that everything will go smoothly.

Yan Wei covered his eyes with the back of his right hand, showing some signs of insomnia.

Resisting the urge to call Jiang Youyi, Yan Wei closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, she needs to be more sensible, and don't bother Jiang Youyi to rest every night.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he fell asleep drowsily. The next day when the alarm rang, Yan Wei opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel that his eyelids were heavy and his neck was sore and painful.

The alarm rang for half a minute, causing headaches, Yan Wei slowly reached out to press the alarm clock, then got up slowly, and left the bedroom 2 minutes later than usual.

During breakfast, Yan Tingyue asked her, "When will the results come out?"

"Just these two days." Yan Wei replied, taking a sip of the egg soup, "Call Teacher Xu and ask."

After the final grades come out, they will be announced in the class group. There is a computer at home, but Yan Wei is a good student who "does not play with the computer or mobile phone". Except for checking information occasionally, he will not disturb the study.

Yan Tingyue obviously guessed the answer, but still asked the question knowingly.

They always pretend to give Yan Wei enough freedom.

"Then ask after dinner."

After breakfast, Yan Wei borrowed a mobile phone from He Ping, called Teacher Xu, and chatted on the balcony for 10 minutes. During this time, He Ping came to pick up the clothes and listened briefly.

As soon as Yan Wei came back, Yan Tingyue asked her: "How is it?"

"I'm the first in the grade, but the last class was still a bit affected. I didn't get all the points, and the total score was only six points higher than No.2." Yan Wei said in a relaxed tone, "Mr. Xu said that he will send the report card to mom."

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Yan Tingyue's solemn look relaxed a little, and he didn't mention the transfer of another school, but his tone was as strict as ever: "Don't have this kind of problem again in the future."

"I see, Dad." Yan Wei obediently agreed, and took advantage of this shareholder style to make a request, "I want to go to the bookstore later, I will be in my third year of high school next semester, and I plan to buy some materials to preview the content of the third year of high school."

"How much homework is left?" Yan Tingyue asked.

Yan Wei could cope with it easily: "It's almost enough to write in school."

"Okay." Yan Tingyue agreed, "Papa will accompany you later."

As expected, Yan Wei was not disappointed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "Can I go out at nine?"

"Okay, according to your arrangement." Yan Tingyue looked back at the morning paper and answered casually.

Yan Wei returned to the room, and after sitting down, she secretly glanced at her phone, and found that Jiang Youyi had just sent her a text message.

Jiang Youyi: I couldn't sleep last night, I couldn't wait for Yan's call, and I don't know if the pen I gave to Yan is good or not.

Yan Wei laughed out loud, how could he have imagined that after the text message chat, they all said good night to each other, but Jiang Youyi was actually waiting for her to call?

Just as I was thinking about how to reply, another text message came in.

Jiang Youyi: I think it is necessary to make an appointment with classmate Yan. How about Ling Chen at three o'clock?

The author has something to say: I didn’t make a statement today.