The boy straightened his body instantly and froze on the spot, turning into a fool staring lovingly at the ceiling of the classroom.
Now...what's going on?
He remembered that after playing ball with his buddies, he stayed alone on the playground to practice shooting for a while. He suddenly heard screams in the teaching building and rushed towards the source of the sound, only to find that it seemed to be his classmates. The desk is locked in the classroom. Then he opened the door for her, and she just... hugged him.
So - now he has a girl in his arms! There is a petite, gentle girl!
She never spoke, but just hugged him tightly, her thin arms wrapped around his waist. He felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling around his waist, which was numb and numb; she turned out to be really small, and her predecessor Sticking to his front, the small face that could cover most of half of it with a mask could barely be buried in his chest... Only then did he realize that his heart was beating like a drum, oh no! She must have heard it!
But this knowledge only made his heart beat faster.
...Should I say something?
How are you? What happened? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?
Nonsence! Why do you only know these few sentences from beginning to end? !
He was extremely nervous. His IQ, which he usually boasted of being able to write physics with his left hand and answer math papers with his right hand, was now all gibberish. One moment he came up with the theory of the Big Bang origin of the universe, and the other moment he actually thought seriously about the existence of prehistoric civilizations.
…
The most critical question went through thorns and thorns all the way, and it took him a long time to clear the clouds and see the blue sky in his chaotic thoughts——
Was she hugging me just because she was afraid? Or are you afraid of bringing in some other private goods?
Some small details were overlooked due to the carelessness in daily life, but they all emerged one by one at this moment, and they were so clear in my mind that I could play them back frame by frame:
She was really harsh in whipping him for reciting Chinese lessons. He was obviously a very lazy person, but because the Chinese teacher casually said, "Supervise your deskmate," she actually whipped him like this for the entire semester, rain or shine. .
One time he finally passed the passing line in Chinese. That day she was so happy that she seemed to have ranked first in grade and insisted on treating him to dinner. At that time, he was busy competing and said "we will talk about it later", but she was dismissed the next afternoon. She dragged him to a milk tea shop outside the school. She paid for him to drink the shop's signature cappuccino. The white milk foam had a heart-shaped pattern on it. She sat across from him with her cheeks in her hands, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window. Deliberately...
There was also a certain period of time when I would receive a "love letter" in the hole in the table every day. It would always consist of a poem-like paragraph, and the wording and sentences were so elegant that it made my head hurt. She always waited for him to dig out the desk as if she were watching a good show. The first thing he did when he came to the classroom every day was to dig out the desk. As if she was curious, she came over to read the "Heavenly Book" with him. After that, she winked at him and said, "Oh, my son is growing up." It’s so big~ girls already like it!”
On the surface he said nothing, but inside he was very speechless. After all, they have been at the same desk for a year, and he still doesn’t know what her handwriting is like? Do you think he would not recognize it if you deliberately changed the usual cursive handwriting into regular italic characters stroke by stroke? Occasionally I heard him chatting with others about Naruto and One Piece, and would mock him and call him naive. This kind of "prank" like a primary school student is really childish. For a long time, he has been lamenting in his heart that he is really a mature man, always willing to silently tolerate his daughter who has not grown up, and has not exposed her for so long. It is obvious who the father is.
But, hey... what if... what if... it wasn't a prank?
The girl in his arms suddenly moved, and he immediately froze again. He was actually worried about gain and loss in his heart. Was she going to let him go?
In the end, she just turned her head sideways, as if looking for a more comfortable position, and finally put her cheek against his chest again.
His heart skipped a beat, and no matter how slow he was, he should have reacted - no matter what, a girl would not hug an ordinary friend of the opposite sex so long and intimately.
As if he finally had the courage, he slowly lowered his head. From this angle, he could clearly see the curls on the top of her hair, and could also smell a bit of a nice hair fragrance, like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. Looking down, you can see the ups and downs of her profile. She has her eyes closed, her eyelashes are long and thick, her nose is straight, and her jaw is small and delicate. He knew the girl was beautiful from the first day of school when he saw her.
But for the first time, he knew that she could still take the initiative like this.
What about himself? Does he like her?
nonsense! Of course I like it!
If he didn't like it, why would he spend so much time trying to get just six points for a fill-in-the-blank question? Wouldn't it be nice to do two more physics questions if I have that time? Anyway, his composition was hopelessly bad. Anyway, he originally chose to be a competitive student from the beginning. I don’t just want to make her angry, but I can also talk to her more openly during morning study time!
If he didn't like it, why did he have to read through the daily "love letters" despite having a big head, and fold them one by one in order, fearing that his mother would find out that he had to struggle to lift the Simmons mattress to hide them every day?
...Also, if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have let her hug her for so long.
A rough and slow boy, he also has his own clumsy little thoughts. That was the first time he tasted the feeling called "heartbeat". Even though the boy's thoughts grew like ivy outside the classroom and densely surrounded his heart in a summer, he still didn't know how to express it or even know how to express it. Should it be expressed? His deskmate seems to be an unpredictable girl like a little fox. Even if she inadvertently stretches out her little paw and scratches your heart, the next moment she will always come back to you as if nothing happened, making you feel that everything before was all your fault. A sentimental delusion.
But for some unknown reason, perhaps stimulated by some kind of fear he had just experienced, the little fox suddenly gave up on the roundabout ways of flirting. She revealed her snow-white, furry belly to him, and she signaled him directly.
The young man tentatively and slowly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the slender back of the girl in his arms. He slowly tightened his arms and pressed her closer to him. The girl trembled slightly, but did not resist.
They finally embraced each other in such an inseparable gesture. The night wind swayed the osmanthus trees on the porch, and the air was filled with the fragrance of camphor wood and fragments of hyacinth. The starlight was endless and gentle.
There was no need to express anything, so the silence lasted for a long time, until the voice-activated lights in the corridor began to go out one by one, and the darkness returned. But the girl who no longer needed to be afraid, after the emotional ups and downs, she gained the courage to move forward. No matter who spoke first, someone would always speak:
"You, listen carefully," the young man finally heard the first words spoken by the girl in his arms tonight. It was a hoarse and hoarse voice that had not yet completely subsided from crying. Even though he was roughly aware of what she was going to say, he still I couldn't help but feel a little nervous about breathing, and at the same time I was annoyed that I wasn't so straightforward, but it was a girl who had to bring it up.
"I may not say some words after tonight, so I will only give myself one chance." She seemed to have taken a deep breath, trying to create a solemn feeling.
"I mean, are you willing to-"
"Who is over there!!" A beam of light suddenly came over, followed by the footsteps of security guards.
"You two! Which class are you in?! What are you doing in the teaching building so late!!!"
After his confession was interrupted in such a shocking way, the young man almost blurted out an annoyed "fuck". The girl in his arms had already scrambled away from him, "Stop standing there like that! If you don't want to be called to your parents or class teacher, run away - —”
After all, the boy ran faster, and the target for two people was too big. In order not to be a burden, she ran away first and disappeared in an instant.
juvenile:"……"
So a beautiful first love confession was hastily interrupted. The young man returned home reluctantly. He tossed and turned that night, but never received a call or text message from the girl. He wanted to contact her, even if he didn't mention it first, at least ask her if she got home safely, but the calls kept coming. One, can never get through.
His heart was hanging, and his uneasiness reached its peak. Piyi wanted to run out to find her. At this time, a text message reporting that he was safe finally arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he noticed that there was no trace of charm in the other party's text.
This made him puzzled. He wanted to wait until the next day during the day to contact her, but he found that her mobile phone was completely unreachable. All the text messages, QQ, and WeChat messages he sent were all in vain. He asked her other friends insinuatingly, and everyone was confused. She said she was the same as before, nothing unusual.
He didn't understand, so he was determined to find out. He took great pains to get her exact home address, and was planning to go there to find out in person. He wanted to pierce the window paper no matter what. When she arrived, she found that the building was empty. She looked at her phone and saw that her family’s flight tickets for a trip abroad were posted on her circle of friends ten minutes ago...
In short, it was the most confusing and chaotic summer vacation he had ever had. Later, he had to devote all his time to the training camp. After a long vacation, he worked hard to look forward to the start of school, but he forgot about liberal arts and science. The division of subjects was a cheating thing, so he continued to stay in the key class, while she went to the liberal arts class. Just as the new campus was completed, all the liberal arts classes in the school were moved to more than half of the city.
He didn't have time to stop people, but he waited for something to happen first. The stack of love letters he had hidden under the mattress was finally found by his powerful old lady, and they were smashed on his head, flying all over the room. She had already written so many to him.
His mother asked him who this girl was, but he gritted his teeth and refused to speak, so his mother went directly to the school to stay. At this time, he was grateful for the school's arrangement, and she really never contacted him again, and no one knew about it. The heartbeat of that summer night when the boy and girl embraced each other, so at least she didn't have to suffer any harm from the beginning to the end.
Later... there was nothing after that summer night. Her hug, the unfinished sentence, and even the year she spent with him were all like a dream. The emotion she showed that night seemed to have never existed. It was just a secret love he had when he was young, which had twists and turns and ended without any problem.
