"Xiang Yang, what are you thinking about?" Looking at the silent woman in front of him, Song Jia tapped her fingers.
"No...nothing..." Jiang Xiangyang woke up from his memories. Some things had passed for a long time, but they seemed to have happened yesterday.
"What about you? How have you been in these years?" Jiang Xiangyang asked politely, but then he thought about it, after all, Song Jia went abroad, how could it be bad?
"Isn't it a bit redundant to ask? Foreign countries are prosperous and charming, how can you be bad?" Jiang Xiangyang laughed at himself.
"Xiang Yang, I'm not good, I'm not good at all." Song Jia's body stiffened and her voice was hoarse.
"Huh?" Jiang Xiangyang raised his head and looked at the painful man in front of him.
"Xiang Yang, it was not my original intention to go abroad. At that time, my father's business had some problems and he was afraid that it would involve his family, so he hurriedly sent my mother and me abroad. After we left, my father committed suicide." Song Jia slowly said He said, recalling some things from the past.
"After my mother went abroad, she didn't understand the language. Coupled with my father's affairs, she fell seriously ill. I went to school during the day, worked part-time at night, and took care of my mother. During that time, life was in reverse. I want to contact you. Yes, but I think it would be best not to contact you if I am like this." Song Jia lowered her head, not wanting to see the look of pity in Jiang Xiangyang's eyes.
Looking at Song Jia's lowered head, Jiang Xiangyang felt a little regretful. He picked up the water glass, took a sip, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know so many things happened in your family. Is your mother okay now?"
"Well, after I graduated and started working, I made some money abroad. My family's debts have been paid off. I just returned to Yunchuan County at the end of last year. After settling my mother in place, I dealt with some things. Now I am in Yunchuan County. I opened a company and it's doing pretty well." Song Jia raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"That's good." Jiang Xiangyang thought that maybe ordinary people would have collapsed when encountering these things. It was hard to imagine how Song Jia spent that difficult time.
"Xiang Yang, originally I didn't want to attend this class reunion, but after I heard that you were going, I wanted to come and meet you." Song Jia paused for a moment and continued: "I think I owe you an apology."
Jiang Xiangyang didn't have much reaction when he heard Song Jia's words. Everything about Song Jia had been buried in the past.
Song Jia looked at Jiang Xiangyang in silence, feeling dazed for a while. The Jiang Xiangyang in his memory would not treat him like this.
During the time when I was sitting at the same table with Jiang Xiangyang, I thought that she would be like other girls and be crazy about him, but I didn't expect that she would behave well. In the past, Jiang Xiangyang and himself were always on the same page except for secretly stuffing envelopes into his desk every time. But this situation did not last long.
Song Jia discovered that since the last time he rescued Jiang Xiangyang from the clutches of a girl from another class, Jiang Xiangyang was no longer as polite to him as before. He was chattering in his ears all day long, and he seemed a bit familiar.
"Song Jia, why did you get higher than me in math this time?"
"Song Jia, do you want me to bring it to you when I go to the cafeteria to eat in the morning?"
"Song Jia, do you want me to go to the school supermarket to buy water?"
"Song Jia, do you want to sign up to perform at this year's New Year's Day party?"
At first, Song Jia was a little uncomfortable with it. She just felt that her deskmate seemed a bit noisy, and mostly ignored Jiang Xiangyang's questions, but over time...
"Song Jia, do you know this question? Can you teach me?"
"Um."
"Song Jia, I asked my classmates to bring lunch from outside. Do you want to bring one?"
"good."
"Song Jia, can you help me carry the trash can down?"
"Let's go."
Song Jia thought that it was really impossible to be cold-faced to a familiar deskmate like Jiang Xiangyang. However, Song Jia didn't feel disgusted by this situation. The heavy high school life had to have some fun.
Jiang Xiangyang is like a pebble, causing ripples in Song Jia's high school career.
and after? Later, the two once argued endlessly about which basketball star had the best skills, and also used to cover for each other when the other was reading novels in class. When the other person wants to be lazy, he will supervise the other person to complete the questions, and they will also make appointments to play games together on weekends.
Song Jia felt that her deskmate was quite interesting. In the life of high school where exams, reviews, exams, and reviews were taking place day after day, it was nice to have such a deskmate.
What happened next?
"Song Jia, do you like your deskmate? People are talking about it outside." Xia Qing followed Song Jia and asked.
"Is there something wrong with your head?" Song Jia was stunned for a moment when she heard this question. Does she like Jiang Xiangyang? Song Jia didn't know how to answer this question.
I don't know since when, Song Jia felt that Jiang Xiangyang's position in her heart seemed to have changed. She would feel depressed because Jiang Xiangyang took time off for illness and did not go to school, and would get angry because other classmates said Jiang Xiangyang was fat.
Song Jia knew that Jiang Xiangyang might be different to him than other girls. But is this like it? Song Jia was not sure.
"I knew it, how could you like a fat girl like Jiang Xiangyang?" Xia Qing said with an expression of understanding.
Song Jia didn't want to continue this conversation.
Xia Qing then gloated to Jiang Xiangyang who walked into the classroom: "Jiang Xiangyang, don't be a toad and want to eat swan meat."
When Jiang Xiangyang walked outside the door just now, he saw Xia Qing sitting in his seat. Hearing Xia Qing's inquiry, Jiang Xiangyang had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He should be different in Song Jia's heart.
Hearing Song Jia's answer, Jiang Xiangyang laughed at himself. Sure enough, he was overthinking.
Song Jia noticed that Jiang Xiangyang slowly began to alienate himself intentionally or unintentionally. Is it because of Xia Meng's words? Apart from this, Song Jia couldn't think of any reason.
Later, Jiang Xiangyang suddenly asked the teacher to change seats, which Song Jia did not expect.
"Jiang Xiangyang, what do you mean? Why do you want to change seats suddenly?" Song Jia looked at Jiang Xiangyang who was packing his things in disbelief.
"It's not interesting." Jiang Xiangyang lowered his head and slowly sorted out his books.
"Then why did you change seats?" Song Jia said with a gloomy face, "Are you talking?"
"Song Jia, you are so popular. Sitting with you, different girls come to me every day. I want to be clean and pure." Jiang Xiangyang murmured, without saying anything about being bullied by Xia Qing.
What to say about these things? Xia Qing was right. After staying around someone like Song Jia for a long time, how could he not like it? But why do I like it?
Really overestimating one's capabilities. Jiang Xiangyang felt that it would be better for him to stay away from Song Jia.
