Blow

The day Xia Jue turned nineteen years old happened to be the vernal equinox, the Friday of the big week.

The weather has warmed up, the highest temperature during the day is close to [-] degrees, and the difference between day and night is more than [-] degrees.At noon, Wen Xiao was wearing a thin black sweater with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and a thick coat over his left arm, waiting for Xia Jue to leave school at the stairs.

The last class in Xia Jue's class was chemistry, and he procrastinated again.More than ten minutes later, Wen Xiao saw him hurrying out of the classroom carrying his schoolbag.

The sunlight in the corridor was just right, dyeing Xia Jue's hair brown.The shirt on his body is bright yellow with black lines, a bit ostentatious, with the buttons open, revealing the white T inside; underneath are dark blue jeans and white sneakers.

Such a dress is particularly eye-catching on a sunny day.Wen Xiao smiled at him from afar.

"Stop laughing..." Xia Jue walked up to Wen Xiao and said depressedly, "Haven't you laughed enough this morning? Is it that ugly?"

Wen Xiao said, "It's pretty nice."

Xia Jue said: "Who would believe it? You clearly said that I—"

"What did you say?" Wen Xiao asked intentionally.

Xia Jue glared at him, put on her schoolbag, and went downstairs first.

Wen Xiao leisurely followed behind, seeing the dazzling lemon yellow of Xia Jue's clothes flying up, he didn't feel that his evaluation in the morning was wrong at all.

- coquettish.

Most of Xia Jue's autumn and winter clothes are cold, black, white, gray and blue, in rotation.Now it is suddenly changed to a warm bright color, and when the sun hits, the lips are red and the teeth are white, which is very attractive.

The two were waiting for the bus at the school gate, Wen Xiao couldn't help pinching his face.

The small melon seed face, if you don't pinch it deliberately, it is actually difficult to pinch the flesh, mainly because of the delicate and smooth skin touch, which is hard to put down.

"They said they were going to celebrate my birthday, but I haven't seen any presents, so it's a lot of bargains." Xia Jue didn't hide, just muttered.

Wen Xiao flicked his forehead, and the two had a small fight.

Suddenly, someone next to him called hesitantly: "Wen Xiao?"

Wen Xiao turned his head and found that it was Tang Jiarong, the monitor of his class.

Their seats are far apart, and they are not familiar with each other usually, and they only chatted a few words occasionally.Wen Xiao simply greeted her back, but Tang Jiarong stepped forward, as if she had something to say.

"Both of you—drop in?" Tang Jiarong asked, "It seems that you always go back together."

Wen Xiao thought for a while and said, "Yes, we live together."

Tang Jiarong was taken aback: "Are you relatives?"

Wen Xiao paused, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and did not answer.This body movement expresses a kind of alienation and rejection.

"No wonder I always hear them say..." Tang Jiarong murmured.

A whistle sounded from the side of the road.

The conversation was interrupted at the right time, and the car called by Wen Xiao and Xia Jue arrived.

The driver lowers the window, asks them, confirms.Wen Xiao checked the license plate number, opened the car door, and suddenly turned around and said to Tang Jiarong: "Let's go first. He is not my brother."

The car door was closed, and Tang Jiarong looked out of the window, at first dazed, then complicated, and was soon left behind the car, out of sight.

"That's your classmate?" In the car, the two sat side by side in the back seat, Xia Jue asked, "Why does it seem a little strange?"

Wen Xiao said, "It's kind of weird."

Why did Tang Jiarong suddenly ask about his relationship with Xia Jue?And it's not as simple as a whim.

"Actually, I think he looks familiar, I should have seen him several times," Xia Jue said again, "Let me think about it... Is he the monitor of your class? His name is Tang, Tang Rong."

"Tang Jiarong," Wen Xiao took over, "How do you know?"

Xia Jue blinked: "Because he often comes to our class, looking for Wang Can. Everyone in our class is spreading rumors that he and Wang Can are a couple. Haven't you heard of it in class?"

Wen Xiao seldom paid attention to these gossips and shook his head.

"It can't be that he has girls he likes in your own class, right?" Xia Jue began to use her imagination, counting on her fingers, "One in your class and one in our class, so everyone in our class knows that he likes Wang Can, Your class doesn't know anything about it."

"I just didn't pay attention. How can you think so?" Wen Xiao gave him a funny look.

Xia Jue said: "I'm already tired from studying, why gossip is fun."

As he spoke, he yawned, his eyes became moist, and the inner corners of his eyes were a little itchy, and he wanted to rub them.

"Stop rubbing your eyes." Wen Xiao patted his hand off.

Xia Jue could only keep blinking, her eyelashes trembling, looking pitiful.Wen Xiao took out an eyedrop from the middle of his schoolbag and gave him some drops.

"You are all third-year students in No. [-] Middle School," the driver interjected in the front seat, "That's tiring enough. But puppy love is really unreliable, so it's better to concentrate on your studies."

Xia Jue enjoyed the thoughtful service of Wen Xiao's eye drops, and was lying on the cushion with her eyes closed to rest her mind. Hearing this, she couldn't help but said, "It doesn't really affect it. For example, he, he is studying well."

"He" refers to Wen Xiao.

"Yo, so confident," the driver laughed, "Why, Tsinghua University and Peking University are stable?"

"Yes, it's settled." Wen Xiao didn't speak, but Xia Jue replied on his behalf.

The driver suddenly became interested, glanced at the rearview mirror, and then said with a smile: "You are also handsome. There are many people chasing after you at school, what kind of talk are you talking about?"

Xia Jue got stuck and didn't know what to say.

"Is it beautiful?" The driver continued to ask.

... It is indeed a gossip, which is not wrong at all.Students study hard, drivers are boring, and everyone loves to gossip.

Xia Jue struggled for a while, secretly scrutinized Wen Xiao's reaction, and said hesitantly, "Really, let's do it."

At the same time, Wen Xiao said two words: "School beauty."

Xia Jue was stunned.

The driver whistled, quickly gave a thumbs up with his backhand, and said, "Young man, you are amazing!"

Then he began to talk endlessly, lamenting his youthful past when he was in school.

Xia Jue's mind was a little confused, and she asked Wen Xiao with her mouth: What school belle?who?

Wen Xiao had a half smile on his face, and replied with a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Who else?"

Xia Jue gradually came to his senses, and his face couldn't stop getting hot.

After more than 20 minutes, they got off at the entrance of a shopping mall in the city.

"You scared me." In the corner of the elevator, Xia Jue complained softly while smoothing the crumpled fabric behind her, "I thought..."

"What do you think? One class per class?" Wen Xiao raised his eyebrows and asked.

Xia Jue raised her head and said angrily, "How dare you?"

"Don't dare." Wen Xiao smiled and said, reaching out his hand, seemingly helping him tidy up his clothes, but actually pinching his butt covertly.

Shocked and ashamed, Xia Jue almost jumped up, blushing with a handsome face.

"Wild flowers don't have the fragrance of school flowers." Wen Xiao added fuel to the flames, lingering in his ears ambiguously, and continued to tease him.

Warm breath blows into the ears, with a low smile.Xia Jue's legs were weak, her head was steaming, and she unconsciously pinched the corner of Wen Xiao's clothes.

"Here we are." The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and Wen Xiao pulled him out.

Xia Jue buried her face in Wen Xiao's back all the way.

Occasionally, passers-by looked at them curiously, but they didn't pay attention.

"When are you going to be an ostrich?" Wen Xiao stopped at the entrance of a restaurant and asked.

Xia Jue whispered: "Who told you to tease me, I..."

"'Stand up'?" Wen Xiao asked.

Xia Jue froze for a few seconds before trying to understand the meaning of the word "stand up", and angrily pushed Wen Xiao's thigh with her knee.

Wen Xiao's chassis was extremely stable, he didn't move at all, and he said calmly, "Is it right?"

"You...forget it," Xia Jue said angrily, "I really don't want to fight Zhiyi cancer."

As he spoke, he straightened up depressedly, feeling that Wen Xiao joked a lot today, as if he was nervous about something.

But why be so nervous about celebrating his birthday?

...Maybe it's just a good mood.

Xia Jue thought wildly, when Wen Xiao suddenly pinched the nape of his neck, shrinking his neck like a small animal.

The receptionist of the restaurant stepped forward and ushered them into the reserved seats, and couldn't help saying, "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

The two socialist righteous brothers looked at each other, one was meaningful, the other was still blushing, everything was said without saying a word.

After dinner, Wen Xiao took Xia Jue down to the fourth floor.

They were all a bit overwhelmed, after all, besides the dinner, there was also a birthday cake.

"What wish did you just make?" Wen Xiao asked casually.

Xia Jue said: "It won't work if you talk about this kind of thing—wait a minute, did we go wrong? This floor is for women's clothing."

Wen Xiao glanced at him noncommittally.

"...I don't want it," Xia Jue immediately reacted and quickly refused, "You have already bought this for me, and I have it too."

He was afraid that Wen Xiao would buy him another four-figure dress.

"You have it?" Wen Xiao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and moved his gaze down to Xia Jue's stomach, "When did it happen? How many months?"

In the next second, Xia Jue punched Wen Xiao in the chest: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The mouth is angry, but the hands are light, like tickling.

——This, the little fox who always treats him softly.

Wen Xiao smiled.

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore," he wrapped Xia Jue's fist and squeezed it into his palm, "I'm not just here to buy it for you today. You haven't had a chance to wear it for several months, have you? I'll wear it with you today." ,How about it?"

……

There was a buzzing in Xia Jue's head, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?" His eyes were dazed, "Are you wearing it with me?"

Wen Xiao coughed and asked back, "You don't want to?"

Before Xia Jue recovered from the shock, she subconsciously said, "I think so."

He hasn't worn a skirt for a long time. Last time when he was a model at Ni Jia's place, he wore a shirt skirt as a robe.

But Wen Xiao said that he would wear it with him...to go shopping with him in a skirt?This, this is too...

It took Xia Jue a lot of effort to calm down, and pulled Wen Xiao aside, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Then have you shaved your legs recently?"

Wen Xiao asked inexplicably, "What?"

"...Boys have to shave their legs when they wear skirts," Xia Jue said with wide-eyed eyes. "We are not like girls. They are naturally beautiful, with thin and thin body hair. If we don't clean them up, it will still be irritating to the eyes." .”

Wen Xiao was silent for a moment.

"So you mean," he said subtly, "you think I'm ugly?"

Xia Jue immediately denied it: "I didn't!"

Wen Xiao looked at him expressionlessly.

"I really don't have one," Xia Jue said helplessly, "I haven't cleaned it up myself for a long time, so wearing a skirt like this doesn't look good—if you don't believe me, imagine it yourself."

Of course Wen Xiao couldn't imagine himself wearing a skirt.The reason why he said that just now was that Xia Jue's dress had been folded deep in the closet without moving, and he thought that Xia Jue was still afraid to wear it because of the influence of Feng Kun, the businessman from Changxian County.

He struggled for a long time before he came up with such a plan on Xia Jue's birthday, but in exchange for Xia Jue's unexpected answer.

"...It's up to you." Wen Xiao said.

And Xia Jue heard the faint annoyance in Wen Xiao's tone, and her thoughts changed sharply. Thinking of his seemingly non-existent nervousness before, she was suddenly startled, and realized his intentions.

Xia Jue then pursed her lips, her eyes curved into a smile, and her fingers slipped through Wen Xiao's, interlocking with Wen Xiao's.

A trace of sweetness continuously emerged from the small piece of skin where the two touched, and poured into his heart.

The author has something to say: a little bit of sweetness, with a little sand sculpture in the sweetness.