about i love you

"I want to go back after the final exam, are you going back?"

I read novels while lying in bed. Sometimes the fanfiction is very interesting. The plot direction remains the same, and the psychological changes are changed. The author is very good.

Wen Mengliang seemed to be in a daze, not paying attention to what I said, there was a pen and paper beside the bed, I took it to write down, and handed it to him.

He frowned, then shook his head.

I was surprised for a moment, so I didn’t care anymore, and it’s fine if I don’t go back, maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to see his family very much, I still have to go to Ningyuan, my parents asked me to go there for the New Year, I’ll only go back for two days at most , take a casual look, and then leave.

After I called Lu Qiang last time, I called Xu Xiangqian. Sure enough, I was right. Meng Shuran really left. They quarreled so many times, and finally ended the play with separation.

I used to talk about quarrels, and after the quarrels, Xu Xiangqian would call me and complain, but this time the person really disappeared, and he ignored me.

After asking, I found out that he had gone home, so I became more determined to go back. Although it's not a big deal, but for a man, after all, he can't bear face. He is still the one I grew up with. Big brother, I feel awkward thinking that he will be ridiculed and ridiculed by people.

"He Su, later you and Wen Xiao go to check the area of ​​the social science building, remember to remember clearly, score carefully, Wen Xiao, you also remember, don't be stupid."

Jin Sheng's words were ringing in my ears. I was in a daze on the table with my work notebook in my hand. We have a meeting every Friday, and then check the sanitation. Even if it is the exam week, it will not stop. It is very troublesome. I After thinking about it, after this year is over, I will quit this job next year. Although the old man is very good, but the intensity of our studies has become greater, I am too busy.

The competition I participated in took a lot of effort, but in the end I didn't get anything, not even an award for excellence. I felt that I was busy with other things and delayed my study.

"He Su, did you hear that? Don't be in a daze."

Jin Sheng's voice became a little louder, and he stared at me coldly. He is a boy from the media school, who studies music. He is handsome and has leadership skills. He is very popular in our inspection team.

I nodded and said with a smile, "I heard that, boss, don't worry, even if I can't do it, isn't there still Wen Xiao, don't you worry about Wen Xiao's ability?"

She is a student of politics and law, she is good at literature, and she is a good girl.

Wen Xiao watched us joking casually, didn't speak, and played with his mobile phone with his head down.

After the meeting, we went out together, two by two, the school was neither big nor small, there were many places to check, and there were not enough people, so the places for each group were relatively large.

"He Su, the exam is coming soon, how is your study going?"

I nodded and said "It's okay."

I have never been able to understand those people who are clearly confident, but want to say that they are about to fail their exams. They are so boring and stupid.

Wen Xiao nodded and smiled, the white scarf made her skin very white, her hands were red from the cold, she didn't wear gloves, she didn't know if she thought she was resistant to the cold or what.

A pretty and elegant girl. I heard that she and Jin Sheng are quite ambiguous. I don't know if it's true or not, but she is also a good thing.

The final exam is different from high school. You take one subject a day, or one subject every other day. The first week of the exam is for public courses, and the final exam is for professional courses. If you are in college, you only need to keep [-] points. I won the prize, but it was because most of the contestants were seniors and sisters. My class is not bad, which is considered good among my peers.

After the two-week exam, I felt pretty good, so I went back to the dormitory to pack up my things. I packed up and left. I didn’t even go back to the rented house. I went directly to the train station and left by car. I put my luggage by my side and leaned on the back of the chair in a coma. drowsy.

I suddenly feel that a year has passed quickly like a dream. Last year today, I was still by Chang Xuanfeng's side, watching his beautiful dimples and deep curves, his sunny smile, and his unscrupulous words.

People are always nostalgic in several places, bored in a daze in the car, before going to sleep at night, or in class, once they are free, their minds are like a frying pan.

I fell asleep, and it took about five hours by car. When I woke up, there were still three hours left, and I got up again with nothing to do, holding my phone in a daze.

The signal on the train is not good, I can’t connect to the Internet, I don’t want to read novels, I don’t want to move, watching the scenery flash by, I feel like a hole has been dug out in my heart.

If Wen Mengliang went home with me, I would book two tickets at that time, and now he will sit next to me, this is a two-person seat, there is no one else beside us, on the side of the pants, two people Secretly clenched his hands, occasionally scratching the opponent's palm with his fingertips, then tilted his head to look at the opponent and smiled.

I am actually not a tough person in my bones. I like the warmth of small intimacy and the feeling of words. Maybe this is a very strange feeling, at least I am like this now, not the calm and generous commentator standing on the stage people with their own opinions.

He was not a person who smoked and drank boldly. He held his own hand, and his nails pinched his palm. I suddenly thought that I should cut my nails.

I thought that when I got home, I would meet Xu Xiangqian first, and then talk about each other's life, but I didn't expect that he was not there, and Xu Haowen had grown up, sensible, and teased Xu Xiangqian's little daughter boringly, with a face full of impatience.

I went over and patted his head and asked, "Where's your brother?"

He said, "I went to find my sister-in-law, and my mother asked him to find him back."

With his fucking temperament, the next sentence must be: don't come back if you can't find it.

I put the snacks I brought back on the table, looked at his daughter's immature eyebrows and looks somewhat similar to his, stretched out my hand to pinch, she stretched out her small hand and kept shaking it, just like He Yan when she was a child.

When I returned to my home, I changed my decision to stay at home for two days before going to Ningyuan. I asked the station directly if there was a bus to Ningyuan tomorrow, and walked away.

Nostalgia is one thing, but when you really get to the place where you are pregnant, you don’t have any deep feelings. It’s still the same, there’s no big change, but a little bit of people died, a little more people, new generations, normal. very.

Lying on the bed at night, Shi Yang called me, and there was soft moonlight in my ear, I reached out to grab it, but I retracted, he said to me on the phone, "He Su, Meng Liang is gone, left Wenyang .”

I said "hmm."

He smiled, and I can almost imagine his appearance, with his hair combed meticulously, wearing a striped or pure blue shirt, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyebrows wrinkled into a slight arc, I have never seen a smile before The frowning man, who was the first, was impressed.

"You don't want to know why?" he asked.

I said, "Probably the editor has something to do with him, or a fan meeting, signing autographs, etc. I spent the money."

He stopped smiling and asked "Do you know who he is?"

I retracted my head into the bed, and replied in a muffled voice, "It's deeply rooted in love, I know."

Shi Yang sighed lowly, if he was by my side, he would definitely reach out and touch my head.

Then he hung up the phone, I threw the phone on the bed, closed my eyes and wanted to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I was covered in cold sweat. I dreamed about a lot of people. They all circled around me at first and said they liked me, but then they all left, and there was no one. After waking up, I felt my mind was empty.

The place where the car starts is Shangshao, I have to wait there first, Chang Xuanfeng is not on vacation yet, I want to go see him after I put away my things, think about it and forget it, he is about to pass a major event in his life , I can't influence his study.

For three days, I have been riding in the car. Sometimes I think, just spend my life in the car, never stop, sit in the car and watch the scenery, eat air when hungry, drink dew when thirsty, and live a mediocre life.

After arriving in Ningyuan, my dad has already rented a house for me, which is very close to the house where the three of them live, just a few steps away.I threw my things on the bed and got up to look for He Yan. I haven't seen her for so long, but I still miss her a lot. I don't know if the little girl has grown taller again.

I opened the door and walked in. My mother was playing a game with He Yan. He Yan couldn't stop laughing. She looked up and saw me, and rushed over immediately.

He threw himself into my arms and began to cry, sobbing, "Brother, you are here, I, I thought my parents lied to me."

I picked her up, touched her little nose with my nose, and wiped her tears with my hand, and said, "I'm here, don't cry, if you cry again, you will look like a little cat."

She laughed again, tears were still hanging on her eyelashes, but she was very happy, she hugged my neck and didn't let go, even if I let go, she couldn't fall off.

Others say she looks like me, but I can't see it myself. My sister shouldn't look so handsome, I look pretty.

The whole family had dinner together, and I told them that there were no grades in college, and they didn't ask. They just said that tomorrow they will go to the company where my dad works, and they are looking for winter workers, and the salary is not bad. I nod.

I started working part-time during the summer vacation when I graduated from junior high school. Since then, I have been working part-time every holiday. I donate all the money I earn to myself, which is considered good use.

"After the new year, you will be twenty. Have you got a girlfriend yet? Before that, his daughter was already that old. You grew up together. Don't you worry?"

My mother asked with a smile.

My dad picked up chopsticks of her favorite dish for her, and said with a smile, "Susu is studying, don't worry, we'll talk about it after graduation."

I hugged He Yan in my arms and didn't speak. I was in the car yesterday and didn't have time to shave. The stubble that appeared overnight made He Yan feel uncomfortable and kept avoiding me.

My mother stopped talking, maybe because I was silent and couldn't talk about this topic.

I stayed in Ningyuan for half a month, when Xu Xiangqian came over suddenly, with a vicissitudes on his face, at first glance he looked like he was ten years old.

"what happened?"

I asked, and invited him into my room. I was wearing a black sweater and a leather jacket that my mother bought me when I went to the mall a few days ago. Generally speaking, the winter in Ningyuan is not cold. , I don’t know what happened this year, the temperature dropped sharply, but fortunately we grew up in the north, and we didn’t say we couldn’t adapt.

He shook his head, sat on the sofa wearily, and lit a cigarette, "My mother kicked me out, I couldn't find Meng Shuran, damn it, that bitch, fuck!"

I went to the room and poured him a cup of hot tea, handed it in front of him, sat down opposite him, and asked lightly, "If I can't find it, I won't look for it. I don't have a certificate, and I can't be bound."

He frowned and looked at me, maybe thinking that I was gloating, but I really meant it.

I held out my hand and said, "Give me a whip."

He took one out of his pocket and wanted to pass it to me. He paused and said, "Don't you have bad lungs, so you don't dare to smoke?"

I said, "It's okay, just one, it's not a big problem. Just give it to me."

He handed me the cigarette and lighted it for me with the lighter, and I half leaned on the sofa to smoke.

My heart was barren, I was a late comer of literature and art, and I was tired from the old age.

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☆, Extra Story about Meng Liang

The extra story about Meng Liang.

I read the weather forecast yesterday, saying that the temperature may drop sharply in the next two days, so I have to pay attention to adding clothes. After reading the news, I went back and forth in the house several times. Although He Su moved most of his things The dormitory, but some that are not needed for the time being, are still stored here.

Last time when Shi Yang came to our place, he brought grapes over. He said he bought it by the way, and then sent it here. I didn’t expect He Su to come back suddenly, but seeing his performance, I was a little surprised. People have no sense of security. I have stayed with him for so many years, but I have never felt that he likes me. I am like a habit of his. Staying close to him is not warm.

After thinking for a while, I took out my cell phone and texted him: Are you coming back this week?

I waited for two hours, looking at the files saved in the computer, the files are almost gone, but I don’t want to write, I think about He Su, thinking hard, the way he frowns, the way he smiles, Thinking of him touching my head, pulling my hand, and rubbing lightly on my shoulder, I was going crazy thinking about it.

He Su replied the text message: Well, please reply.

I felt my heart twitch suddenly, causing ripples.

I'm so glad.

He Su, I am so happy.

I made his favorite dish, and wrote on a piece of paper: I don’t know when you will come back, but the meal is not ready, you eat the vegetables first, and I will prepare the meal after you eat a little.

After finishing writing, I put it in front of the computer and cover the dishes with a plate, which may dissipate the heat, but not too much. The weather is fine now, neither cold nor hot.

After six o'clock, the door moved slightly, I stood up abruptly, and then sat down again, but the door didn't open, so I stood up again.

I went to the door, turned it, and it opened, and there he was, looking for the key in his bag.

He is always like this. He knows that he can put it in his pocket, but he just doesn't want to. He has to put it in a bag to be happy.

I looked up at him with a smile, wondering if I hadn't seen him for a week, would he come over and kiss my lips, but he didn't, he walked past me, threw the bag on the sofa, and leaned sat down.

I went to the computer and showed him the note I had written in advance. He nodded after reading it, and put it aside.

I brought him a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen, but he didn't pick it up, got up and went to the bathroom, I forgot, he would wash his hands before meals, how could I forget this.

Putting the chopsticks on the plate, I went back to the kitchen. He prefers to drink the eight-treasure porridge I made. This time I made this again. When he drank the porridge, his slightly pursed lips were very beautiful.

It's still the same as it was four years ago, nothing has changed.

I just put the rice in the rice cooker, and before I added water, he walked over at some point, hugged my waist with some wet hands, and lay next to my ear as before, breathing Pour into the ear.

I knew he was talking, but not what he was saying.

He does this occasionally, and I guess wildly, but I never know if the answer I guess is the same as what he really said.

How can I know.

He stuck out his tongue and kissed my ear, I stopped what I was doing, and wanted to turn around and kiss him, but he hugged me from behind and didn't let me move, the kiss gradually went down to my chest Neck, I couldn't help shaking, and I reached behind and fumbled to touch his face.

He turned my body around and stared at me. I couldn't help lowering my eyes. In fact, I really like to look at him, but I dare not. I'm afraid that I will take the initiative to kiss him like before. Ask him to.

He never told me whether he likes active people. I guess his mind and life every day, and I never get tired of it.

He held my chin with one hand, the same way he held my chin the last time.Then he slapped me. I was a little scared and wanted to back away, but he hugged my waist to prevent me from moving. I saw his lips move.

He said "I'm sorry."

He actually apologized to me.

I looked at him in surprise, he leaned over and kissed my eyes, I felt a little itchy, but I didn’t want to let go, leaned over and kissed his chin, some hard beard stubble made me feel very comfortable, I touched it lightly with my lips He touched it, and stuck out his tongue to lick it again.

He let go of his hand, moved his lips down to kiss mine, and then stretched out his tongue to lick it. I couldn't help sticking out my tongue to touch it, narrowing my eyes and laughing.

He put his tongue into my mouth, swept it from the upper jaw to the lower jaw, and then sucked my tongue hard. I hugged his neck and smiled, tiptoed slightly, and kissed back. They were entangled, and the saliva slipped from the gap. I wanted to back off, but he wouldn't let me.

He freed up a hand to touch my buttocks, not very gentle, but my comfortable feet were soft, and my body couldn't help sliding down. He let go of his lips, and touched it lightly again, with fine tears in his eyes. With a broken smile, I didn't dare to look at him, I lowered down and kissed the back of his hand, he stared into my eyes and said, "Go to bed."

I nodded and held his hand. He stroked my head. He chose this hairstyle. Maybe he likes it very much. Although I don’t think it looks good, I am very happy.

We went back to the room, and when he got close to me, I was so happy that I was going crazy. A hug is the closest warmth. I will definitely let you stay with me all the time.

The dish was completely cold and I couldn't eat it. I wanted to pour it out and redo it, but he said it was troublesome, so I took it to the kitchen to heat it up.

He cooks very delicious food, but he is tired from studying and doesn’t often cook. He said he prefers to eat my cooking. I think my cooking is not as delicious as his.

I sat in front of the computer in a daze, and the information he had searched on me two days ago was still there, and I suddenly wanted to let him know that I was deeply rooted in love.

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