Xiangyang-kun, come here

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Time passed, the rain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional ticking of the eaves.

I felt very uncomfortable and put on my wet shoes. Xiangyang laughed and rode behind me.

At the door of my house, Xiangyang stopped and said, "Remember to take a hot bath."

I nodded, "You too, bye."

"Goodbye Xiaohui!" Xiangyang's orange shattered hair was sticking wetly to the side of his face, and the raincoat couldn't stop the rain, even if the rain stopped, it didn't dry off immediately.

He smiled, waved to me, and left.

As soon as I entered the door, I quickly took a hot bath and put on fluffy pajamas, and lay my body in the bedroom.

Today... I don't want to do anything else.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, I was lying in bed reading a magazine, and fell asleep inexplicably while lying down.

The book fell silently into the bedding.

***

Xiangyang's house.

The bathroom door was opened with a click, and the orange-haired boy changed into a white short-sleeved suit. He wiped his wet hair with a gray towel in his hand, and wiped it indiscriminately. A few folds.

"I'm going to bed now—" Xiangyang dried his hair, shouted to his family, and then entered the bedroom.

The freshly washed hair is fluffy and soft, like a hedgehog, with an immature face, more like a fluffy animal.

Sitting at the desk, Xiangyang took out his diary and wrote a few sentences.

By the way... I haven't exchanged diaries recently, has Xiaohui forgotten?

I really want to read Xiaohui's diary...

Because of the few months of vacancy, the diary that Xiangyang occasionally writes is full of his true feelings.

It's nothing to read by myself, but now I feel a little shy when I think of showing it to Xiaohui... Maybe I should change it when she proposes to exchange diaries.

There is also an envelope beside the table, but it contains not letter paper, but a few photos.

It was a photo of a trip to Brazil that Xiaohui sent him on his mobile phone some time ago, and Xiangyang immediately printed it out as soon as he received it.

He took them out again and read them one by one.

...all...all are in the hotel, or else it's just the street, there are no scenic spots.

Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

It doesn't seem to be playing very well.

There is even a scene where she is bleary-eyed and eating breakfast. It is the perspective of sitting opposite, with a few strands of black hair raised restlessly, and her face is still flushed.

Mmm... so cute.I'm sleepily eating breakfast.

Xiangyang finally squeezed this picture into a photo frame on the table.

It was getting later and later, Xiangyang turned off the light and lay down under the blanket.

His sleep quality has always been fine, barring other emotions.

Closing my eyes, the scene I had finally forgotten ran into my head again at night.

The rain seems to be pattering down around him again. He is not afraid of the cold. It should be said that he will always wear a few fewer clothes than the people around him, and he is always hot.

She was just the opposite, ice cold is the most common body temperature.

There was the sound of dripping rain beside her ears, and the tight hug, Xiao Hui's limp body was completely surrounded by him, her eyes were wide open, her chin rested on his chest and looked at him.

The girl's cold leg meat was stuck on the side of the leg, and Xiangyang realized that he seemed to have a very high temperature. Compared with her, he was like a warm baby sticker.

At night, the boy in the quiet bed closed his eyes and turned over.

A half-dream and half-awake state, and the rain in the dream continued.

Nobody wants it to stop.

Didn't do anything, just hugged.But just the hug and the side of the leg is enough to make the heart pound.

It even overwhelmed the sound of raindrops, and gradually expanded to become a strong background sound, which disturbed the eardrums.

"It's cold," she said.

"Then...do you want to hold her tighter?" Xiangyang asked blankly.

She raised her head, stayed on his chest, and hummed slowly.

Xiangyang: "..."

save……

I really want the rain to keep falling.

He seemed to be lost in her dark blue eyes, immersed in the bottom of the sea, approaching and tightening involuntarily.

Xiangyang trembled and tried to hug him tightly, then he suddenly woke up.

"!" On the dark ceiling, Xiangyang was so hot that the quilt was unknowingly thrown aside, his chest kept rising and falling, and his breathing became heavier.

A dream... is a dream.

Xiangyang was stunned.

He blinked slowly, then turned around and hugged the rolled-up bedding.

...What a shame...!but!Good... I like it very much.

As soon as the word came to Xiangyang's mind, he couldn't help rolling around while hugging the quilt, making a depressing sound of "噫——".

No no no, go to bed quickly.Xiangyang tossed and turned for a long time, hinting to himself.

Just... think about it one last time and go to bed!

The quilt was wrinkled by the young man rolling around. After a long while, he calmed down, and the whole room fell into a peaceful sleep.

***

The next day, I went to the playground early at noon, Xiangyang should have to wait a while before coming.

I also suddenly remembered that there was an exchange of diaries, so I took the diary with me, put it in a bag and threw it on the lawn.

Go for a jog to warm up.

Then I was unlucky and fell hard on the railing outside the playground.

I:"."

...Fortunately, fortunately no one saw it, I haven't fallen since elementary school...

I quickly got up and patted my skirt.

The wrist is bleeding and hurting, but it's a skin trauma and it's not a problem.

"Are you all right? Can you run?" I walked over, the coach took a look and asked.

Me: "Okay. It's just a scrape on the wrist."

Not legs.

The coach nodded.

I stood at the prepared place and pressed my legs.

"Are you okay?" Sakai was next to me, glanced at my wrist, "It's bleeding."

"fine."

Sakai frowned, "Then wipe it off."

I hummed and went to the side to wipe with toilet paper.

Then put a new toilet paper pad on the wrist, and put a wrist brace on top to completely cover the wound.

whistle.

A few people stood at the starting line, and I tied up my black hair, with only a small knot in my shoulder-length hair.

Another whistle.

Start at the same time.

I ran around, only to see the orange-haired man come over in a panic, standing at the finish line panting.

There is also a coach timing the finish line.

Xiangyang seemed to look around for a while, and when he found me, he smiled and shouted something, but I didn't hear it.

The coach heard it. He turned his head and looked at the non-club members. The playground is open to the public. Anyone who does not block the runway can come, so he didn't say anything.

Xiangyang noticed it, glanced at the strong and tall coach quietly, and carefully moved a few steps to the side like a crab, away from him.

I watched it for a moment and then threw myself into running.

Adjust your breath, adjust your mentality, and adjust your tactics.

It seems that dirt is constantly discharged from the skin and nose, and all cells are mobilized.

"First—second——" the coach shouted one by one, while holding down the stopwatch.

I ran past the finish line and walked a few steps forward, my legs were slightly sore.

Xiangyang ran over, happier than me, "Number one, Xiaohui!"

I hummed and walked out of the runway.

sweating.I stroked the back of my neck.

Xiangyang showed a soft smile, and handed me the towel——wait, where did it come from?

"I brought it myself, a new one." Xiangyang said with a cute face.

"...Thank you." I took it and wiped it on my neck.

After wiping, he took it very naturally, and unscrewed the bottle of water that he didn't know where it came from.

I silently took a sip to quench my thirst: "..."

After I finished drinking, the mouth of the bottle was still on my lips before I could take it away, Xiangyang stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the corner of my forehead, and I subconsciously closed one eye.

The hair stuck to the forehead due to sweat was picked away, and the touch spread to the corners of the eyes.

"It almost got in my eye." Xiangyang met my gaze and explained with a blushing face.

"Oh." I agreed.

He withdrew his hand, the eyelashes of his eyes trembled uncontrollably, his lips were pursed, the color of his pupils looked amber bright against the sun.

Still, his hair is brighter.

I thought, and handed him the water.

Xiangyang lowered his head, his ears were red and twisted obediently.

"Ah, are you okay now?" Sakai came over, stared at my wrist, and said.

I shook my head, "It's okay."

"Okay." She raised her eyebrows, glanced at Xiangyang, frowned subtly for a moment, but still nodded as a greeting, turned and left.

Xiangyang looked at her back, was silent for a moment, and smiled again when he turned to me, "Xiaohui, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing." I didn't care and said casually.

Because I really feel nothing, even small things are not counted.

After the game, the coach called for dismissal, and I was sent to return a basketball—who knows where it came from, it seemed that someone had forgotten to return it, and I stayed alone in the corner.

Xiangyang naturally followed me and helped me carry the bag.

I walked halfway to find him strangely silent.

...How about I start a topic?

So I said, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate it." Xiangyang's face was listless, but he still answered along with me.

I hummed calmly, "Me too."

Very good, end of topic.

The equipment room is a short house by the woods, locked with a chain.

I opened it with the key, and there was a creak. The room was extremely dark, and the window was covered with layers of paper, so that no light could penetrate.

As soon as the door was opened, there was only a beam of light in the middle, and the surroundings were faintly lit, but the deeper place was still dark.

I walked in with the basketball in my arms and looked for the basketball storage rack.

Xiangyang also came in.

I put the basketball down and turned around. He was standing at the door, looking sad and unhappy.

I approached and stood in front of him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Xiangyang opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak, and didn't say anything.

I can only think to myself, "Is it because the bag is heavy?"

I took the bag from his hand and put it on a pile of volleyballs next to it.

Xiangyang stared at me, frowned loosely, shook his head, "No."

Me: "Why is that?"

"Because..." Xiangyang paused, hesitated for a second, looked at me carefully, and said in a low voice, "I was thinking about what Xiaohui and that person were talking about..."

It took me a while to figure out what he was talking about.

No way, it's just an indifferent conversation in my eyes.

Do you care about this?

I don't get it, but since that's the case, explain it.

"She's asking what's wrong with my wrist," I said.

Xiangyang spoke very fast, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

"It's just a bruise." I felt guilty for a second, not wanting others to find out that it was because of a fall, so I concealed the reason.

Luckily Xiangyang didn't ask, he stretched out his hand to grab me, with an eager expression on his face, "Which one?"

"Right hand." I paused, and took off the wristband to show him that the abrasion had stopped bleeding, and a piece of skin had red silk peeling off, but it was not serious.

There were a few drops of blood on the paper towel.

I thought about it, and added a solution, "Go to the infirmary and wash it later, it will be fine."

Xiangyang didn't speak.

I waited for a few seconds and didn't speak yet.

So I put down my hand, and the next second, my wrist was tightly held, and the other party avoided the wound and held it a little lower.

I was startled, and my eyes widened for a moment.

Different from the strength of his movements, his expression was pitiful, his eyes downcast like a lost puppy.

Xiangyang stared at me and said softly: "...Xiaohui, this is not good at all."

I was being held. Although I couldn't move, it didn't hurt. It just served as a confinement.

He is both stubborn and respectful of his inner control.

Hand... can't move...

Me: "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me? You told someone else instead." Xiangyang's aggrieved voice sounded like a spoiled child, "I'm worried too—much more than others."

"Because it's nothing..."

He took a step forward as if he wanted to get closer, but I subconsciously backed away.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I don't want to bump my head.

... Xiangyang's forward trend seemed to hit me, so of course I had to hide.

"But it obviously hurts." He said, trying to convince me that he was still moving forward.

I stepped back: "Actually, it doesn't hurt very much..."

"I see," Xiangyang's eyes are extremely bright, on the one hand he is a passionate person with rough nerves, on the other hand he can also be keen and natural.

"Xiaohui never thought of acting like a baby, never thought of relying on others, even if it was just to get a word of comfort, you are used to being alone."

I wondered: "Why should I act like a baby..."

Within a few steps, the faint sunlight that had already shone through the door entered a completely dark corner.

Until my waist was about to lean against the cold iron rod of the ball cart, the back heel kicked the cart first, and its pulleys moved, but because the back was crowded with carts, there was only a slight clang, and it moved a little.

pat.

The key in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

I couldn't see Xiangyang clearly, we were all in the shadows, and I could only vaguely see the outline of his orange hair.

Without vision, his breath is more obvious, lingering around.

And the moment I leaned on the pushcart, Xiangyang stretched out his other hand against the iron rod in time, and it was the back of his hand that hit my waist.

Even so, it was easy for me to ignore the premonition of danger brought on by my sixth sense and focus all my attention on the problem.

I simply had doubts, and said, "Then what should I say? Can you give me a range?"

"...Well..." Xiangyang hesitated for a while instead, he lowered his head, his hedgehog hair was already frizzy, and the end of his forehead hair scratched my forehead as soon as he approached.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable, Xiangyang's breath was too close, but I couldn't know the exact distance.

Unable to move.

"Then...then can you say everything..." Xiangyang's energy suddenly weakened, and he said cautiously.

hmmmm? ? ?

Although, it's not impossible, I don't care about this.

"Okay..." I said.

After a pause, I said seriously again: "Sometimes I don't know what to do, you can just say it, because I want you to be happy."

"it is good……"

Why does Xiangyang's voice tremble so much that he is about to cry...?

Then quiet down.

The hand on the back of my waist was deliberately spread out to prevent me from being caught by his hand bone. Xiangyang's forehead hair was still rubbing against my forehead, and all the heat in my breath adhered to the skin of my cheek.

I just finished running with all my strength, and I didn't have much strength. He held it with moderate strength, and I didn't bother to break free, and Xiangyang helped to act as a support when I relieved the strength.

I stretched out my hand and put it between my face and Xiangyang's face with the palm facing out, trying to measure the distance.

Just when I lifted it, I just touched the lower part of his face, and my lips vaguely rubbed against the back of my hand.

one hand away.

Xiangyang woke up with a start, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry Xiaohui...I did something wrong..."

"You did nothing wrong," I said.

He apologized obediently and spoke, but he didn't move away from my palm, didn't take a step back, still in a somewhat aggressive posture, the hot air that spilled out was like hot bubbles gurgling on the flesh of my palm, moist like steam.

Relying on my poor knowledge of dating books, I said, "If you are dating, just mention what you want. That's the right thing to do."

Xiangyang seemed to be laughing, and I could feel it in the palm of my hand, "Yeah."

I said with a wooden face, "Also, I brought a diary."

"Eh!? Me too!" Xiangyang was extremely pleasantly surprised.

Me: "You can let me go and get it, it's in the bag."

Xiangyang was stunned: "..."

"!" He immediately reacted and let go of his hand, stepped back a few steps, and retreated to the place where the sun was shining, his face was flushed with shyness and panic.

"Hug hug hug sorry!!" Xiangyang's head was about to steam.

Me: "No...nothing. Bag."

"Oh oh good...!" He quickly turned around to get the bag, but turned too hard and fell down with a slap.

The whole person is like a pancake spread on the ground, very similar to the one I fell at my house last time.

I:"……"

I fell into an eerie silence.

I am not the only high school student who fell down in school.

I was about to go forward, Xiangyang stood up quickly, carefully took the bag and handed it to me, looking down, his voice was extremely low, like a mosquito, "...the bag."

The whole person exudes a depressing atmosphere of "I'm so ashamed woo woo woo".

I:"."

I decided to take care of him, not to mention this, took, "Thank you."

I took out the diary from the bag and gave it to him, and Xiangyang handed me his at the same time, keeping it in his pocket.

So we went out and sat on the lawn, looking at each other's diaries face to face, Xiangyang was restless, red like a boiled crab.

"... Xiaohui, do you really, really want to read the diary in front of the other party?"

I wondered: "Is it not possible?"

As soon as Xiangyang met my eyes, he straightened his neck and said, "No!! I'm very honored!!"

"???"

"Also, and," Xiangyang didn't look at me, but stared straight at the grass, trying to make a hole, "I sometimes forget to show Xiaohui... so Xiaohui just forgets a lot of content after reading it! Hmm! I finally decided not to change it, hahahaha”

He laughed.

"okay."

I read Xiangyang's diary on my bent knees, opened it, and turned to the place I read last time.

...In short, the next large piece is full of sadness of waiting.

[Ah...Xiaohui...went to...Brazil...ah...]

[Today, I practiced volleyball and learned a lot from my aunts, thank you very much =w=

ps: There are still 50 days before I leave the school to meet Xiaohui. ]

Each subsequent segment is timed.

[Playing volleyball is so fun, it would be great if I have teammates.

ps: There are still 40 days left to see Xiaohui after leaving Xuexue]

……

[By the way, I hope to be in the same class as Xiaohui—please—Diary God! ...uh, or the notebook gods?

ps: 30-day countdown to meet Xiaohui]

A lot of his experience of practicing volleyball is interspersed with missing me, such as "I've been back for a long time", "20 days, it's been a long time", "It's good to have a mobile phone"...

[school starts!But Xiaohui didn't come to qwq and met Kageyama in the volleyball club, sad. ]

……

[The bus is also great - promoted to the number one favorite means of transportation!I really like it, I like it so much, it’s so cute, so cute, seriously, I’m so touched, I’m so moved that I want to cry...but no, my boyfriend has no tears.Just hold Xiaohui. ]

[Favorite? ]

[So close, the smell of shampoo?or something else? ]

[Xiaohui's consolation, I really like it. ]

Like a diary from a date, he drew a simple square bus in the back, and a pair of headphones.

Turning to the end, it is yesterday's diary about the rain, with only one or two sentences.

[It would be nice if it rained all the time. ]

He clearly said that he hoped it would rain all the time, but behind the diary, he drew a bright smiling sun.

[But Xiao Hui is cold, forget it.

Please come out the sun. ]

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