20 years old

Che Zhihao followed Ma Zhiyu unhurriedly. In fact, Ma Zhiyu knew that Che Zhihao followed him when he was in the swimming pool. Because there were too many people, she didn't want to make too much noise, so she let him follow, but now she just Don't think about it anymore, she slowed down, and the people behind also slowed down, Ma Zhiyu suddenly speeded up, Che Zhihao also started to open his long legs, Ma Zhiyu suddenly turned around, no surprise, Ma Zhiyu hit In his arms, he raised his head and stared at him reproachfully, touched his forehead, "Why are you so annoying."

"Hey, why are you so enthusiastic, my heart has been hit by you." It was still in that humble tone, and after finishing speaking, he raised his index finger and pointed at Ma Zhiyu, his eyes were like James Dean's (James Dean) Young and frivolous.

Ma Zhiyu suddenly didn't dare to look at him for a moment, and his face was stained with a blush that he hadn't noticed, as delicate and charming as a hibiscus just rising from the water. "Really, you can do whatever you want!" Angrily and helplessly, he threw down this sentence, and hurried to the classroom.

Che Zhihao put his hands in his pockets and looked at the crystal clear and bright sky, "The weather is so nice, that girl must be as dazzling as the sun in that sky." He thought silently in his heart, feeling so strong , but unknowingly.

Entering the classroom, Che Zhihao saw Ma Zhiyu packing up his things and preparing to leave. He immediately ran back to his place, picked up his schoolbag, and grinned at Ma Zhiyu, "Together?"

Ma Zhiyu clenched the corners of his hands, and couldn't help frowning, "I said it all..."

The impatient words that the girl hadn't said were immediately picked up by the boy like a soft beanbag, "It's up to me, right, then let's go." After saying what he needed to be beaten, the boy walked out of the classroom with big strides leisurely , the girl had no choice but to follow him slowly, and it seemed too difficult to calm down in her heart.

The two of them walked to the gate of the school without a word. The distance between the two of them was only a few steps, but at this moment, Che Zhihao felt that he needed to move forward and cross the fence.

"Which way are you going?" Che Zhihao turned to look at her.Ma Zhiyu didn't say anything, and walked straight to the left. Of course, Che Zhihao also walked in her direction, following behind her like a follower.

"Why are you coming here?" Ma Zhiyu turned around and asked.

"My home is here." Che Zhihao replied as a matter of course.

"I know."

The two walked one after the other. Under the setting sun, their backgrounds overlapped, full of indescribable sense of wonder.

"Do you think I want to join the swimming club? Just your short legs are fine, I think I can do well too." Che Zhihao showed his white teeth confidently, his eyes were fiery, but he was wandering in the traffic outside.

Ma Zhiyu immediately turned his head and gave him a disdainful look, "Why, do you want to be the school's Ace too?"

"Yeah," Che Zhihao nodded seriously.

"Your mobile phone should be filled with millions of girls' numbers, right?" Although it was a questioning sentence, Ma Zhiyu spoke in an affirmative tone.

"Are you jealous?" Cha Zhihao teased the girl in front of him.

"Who will shake you awake when the sun shines three poles, do you know?"

"You." Che Zhihao still kept teasing, but he suddenly felt that the girl in front of him looked like a blue that he had never seen before, like a lonely dark gray, rushing towards him like a flame.

"If you really want to enter the swimming club, you should work hard and look forward to the change of the wind direction to make the story turn."

After listening to Ma Zhiyu's previous words, he felt doubts hovering in his mind, but now that she spoke words of encouragement to him again, he felt that those doubts and worries disappeared immediately.Even if confusion covers the line of sight, the air of freedom remains unchanged.Because he didn't want the good opening to end so quickly.

"I'm here, let's go." Ma Zhiyu walked into the house on foot.

"It turns out they sell fried chicken." Che Zhihao looked at the signboard outside Ma Zhiyu's shop, and silently remembered the order number, then turned around and left in the opposite direction from where he had just walked.

The setting sun, the red clouds, the places where they once stood, all shone with wonderful and holy light.