A heavy rain deepened the autumn mood.
The first thing Meng Yao felt when she got up in the morning was coldness. She looked out the window and realized that it had rained last night, the ground was wet, and the sky was dim.
Meng Yao opened the closet, reached for a coat, wrapped it around himself, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Song Lan had also just gotten up. She was cooking wontons in the kitchen in her pajamas with her hair scattered. Meng Yao stood at the door and glanced at the kitchen. Perhaps it was because it was not dark outside the window, so Song Lan lit a lamp, the light was dim, and the kitchen had a smoky atmosphere, which made her look a little soft.
Song Lan like this was too unfamiliar to Meng Yao, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
In the kitchen, Song Lan poured soup into a bowl, tilted her head and yawned. A small movement made Meng Yao wake up instantly. She looked away and hurried into the bathroom.
After washing up and having breakfast, the clock pointed to half past six. Meng Yao went back to her room and packed her schoolbag. Before going out, she took another look at Song Lan who was slowly eating wontons. She used the action of changing her shoes and whispered: " It might rain today, Mom, remember to bring an umbrella to work."
The room was very quiet, Song Lan should have heard this sentence.
After Meng Yao finished speaking, she didn't wait for Song Lan to respond. She took the keys and change from the shoe cabinet and walked out with her schoolbag on her back.
There was some wind in the morning, and Meng Yao was walking on the way to school with his schoolbag on his back.
It was still early at this point, but there were already a lot of pedestrians and traffic on the road.
It probably rained heavily last night, and the leaves fell all over the ground. When the wind blew, the leaves on the ground would tumble forward.
Meng Yao stared at the ground and suddenly remembered that it had already entered November since last week.
I don’t realize it on weekdays, but when I look back, I realize how fast time flies.
Meng Yao rushed to school. It was a few minutes before seven o'clock, and the morning self-study had not officially started yet. Song Siqi lay on the table without energy, mumbling that she was sleepy.
Meng Yao took out his Chinese books and put them on the table. He took out a chocolate from the inner pocket of his schoolbag and handed it to Song Siqi. He said softly: "Wake up, the teacher is here."
Song Siqi took the chocolate, straightened up immediately, and looked outside. Sure enough, Shen Heyi appeared at the door of the classroom.
Song Siqi peeled off the chocolate candy wrapper, quickly stuffed it into her mouth, pretended to take out a book and started reading.
Shen Heyi walked into the classroom and looked around. There were two or three people in the class who had not yet entered the classroom to take their seats. She put down her water glass and walked outside the classroom door to wait.
When Song Siqi saw her walking out, she dared to be lazy. She was still staring at the book, but she asked in a low voice: "Meng Yao, where did you buy this chocolate? It's quite delicious."
Her voice was mixed in with the sound of reading aloud and was not obvious.
Meng Yao also answered her in a low voice: "I bought it at the convenience store on the roadside when I came home from school last night."
"oh oh."
"Then I'll buy some next time too."
On the surface, Song Siqi seemed to be concentrating on reading, but in fact she was complaining: "It's getting cold now, and I can't get out of bed at all. My dad urged me three times this morning, and I'm so sleepy."
Song Siqi's home is a short distance from the school, and her family members will pick her up and drop her off in the morning and evening.
Song Siqi sighed and said to Meng Yao: "I still envy you. You live close to the school and can sleep a little longer in the morning."
Actually, it's pretty much the same.
Meng Yao went to school on foot.
Shen Heyi caught two classmates outside the door who happened to be in the right place, gave them a few words of verbal education, and walked in with the students. When Meng Yao saw this, he didn't explain much to Song Siqi.
Morning self-study lasts for half an hour. After that, students usually go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then start preparing for the first class.
Meng Yao and her class spent the first and second periods in English today. Meng Yao's English score was only above average, but Song Siqi ranked among the best in every English test.
Song Siqi once explained that this is because her parents hired a foreign English teacher for her for a long time, and it was a one-on-one kind. Therefore, Song Siqi has very strong speaking ability.
At the end of today's English class, the teacher specially set aside five minutes to announce something.
There will be an English competition in mid-November, and several students from the class will be sent to other schools to participate in the competition.
The English competition is divided into two parts: preliminary and finals. It is self-evident what it means to enter the finals and get a ranking. If nothing else, at least for them, it is a stepping stone for early enrollment.
Of course, competitions are not accessible to everyone who wants to participate.
The teacher had already chosen the candidates and submitted four names, three girls and one boy.
The boy is Su Yan, the girl is Song Siqi, their class English class representative Xi Rou, and He Lin.
It's a coincidence that Song Siqi and Xi Rou have been classmates since they were high school. Both of them have cheerful and outgoing personalities, but the strange thing is that the relationship between the two is average, they are neither hostile nor familiar with each other.
After the English teacher announced the competition, the bell rang just in time. She picked up her textbook and walked away in high heels.
Song Siqi was used to being a salted fish and was worrying about the competition. She lay down on the desk with a somewhat languid expression.
It was raining outside the window, and no one went to the canteen after class. They all stayed in the classroom, talking to each other, and for a while the classroom was as lively as a vegetable market.
It rained all day, and it didn't stop even after the evening self-study. Song Siqi packed her schoolbag and asked Meng Yao sideways: "Meng Yao, are you still walking back tonight?"
Meng Yao was sorting out his books, lowered his head and said "hmm".
The rain rustled outside the window. Song Siqi glanced outside and said, "How about you come with me? My dad is waiting for me outside the school gate and asked him to give you a ride."
"No need." Meng Yao didn't want to trouble others. He raised his head, smiled at her to express his gratitude for her kindness, and said, "My home is close, just a few minutes' walk away."
Meng Yao was very stubborn in some aspects. Song Siqi wanted to say something else, but the phone she had hidden in her schoolbag began to vibrate. She glanced at her father and saw that her father called to urge her. The teacher was not in the classroom. Song Siqi answered the phone twice and answered twice. Perhaps she was in a hurry. After hanging up the phone, Song Siqi did not force Meng Yao anymore and said hello to her. The schoolbag left in a hurry.
It took Meng Yao some time to sort out the books. When he left the classroom, the entire teaching building was empty.
She carried an umbrella and went downstairs. Just as she walked around the corner of the stairs, she saw a familiar figure in front of her.
Xu Yao was wearing a navy blue hooded sweatshirt and a baseball jacket. He was walking alone in front of Meng Yao, separated by a few steps. Meng Yao didn't expect to meet him, so he paused subconsciously and stood at the corner of the stairs for a while. Xu Yao didn't notice, and Meng Yao saw half of his profile. Xu Yao didn't stop and put some distance away from Meng Yao. Meng Yao could only see his back from the side of his face. Xu Yao lowered his head and paid attention to the steps under his feet. The exposed skin on the back of his neck was very white.
Meng Yao paused for a moment before continuing down the stairs. Unconsciously, her steps were much lighter. Perhaps subconsciously, she didn't want Xu Yao in front of her to notice her. In this way, she could follow him calmly and look at his back for a long time.
After going down all the steps and about to walk out of the teaching building, Meng Yao realized that Xu Yao didn't bring an umbrella. The rain is significantly less intense now, but you still get wet.
Meng Yao took a few steps without thinking, but before she could get closer, Xu Yao had already stretched out his hand to pull out his sweatshirt and put it on, and then stepped into the rain without hesitation.
Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, looking at this scene, the courage that just came out of nowhere was suddenly pierced and completely dissipated.
Xu Yao quickened his pace in the rain, and Meng Yao followed behind him, holding an umbrella.
Under the dim street lights on campus, two figures one behind the other were reflected. The drizzle continued, and the darkness and rain and fog made everything hazy.
After leaving the school gate, Xu Yao reached out and hailed a taxi on the side of the road. Meng Yao held an umbrella and stood not far away, watching his slender fingers resting on the taxi door handle. Raindrops hit the back of his hand, and then Sliding down again, Xu Yao opened the door and got into the taxi. Soon, the taxi carrying Xu Yao completely left Meng Yao's sight.
The rain had almost stopped when Meng Yao returned home. She arrived home later than usual tonight. When Song Lan asked, she just said that it was raining and she walked slowly.
Song Lan sat on the sofa and looked at her phone. She accepted the reason without asking any questions. She prepared a midnight snack for Meng Yao. Meng Yao simply ate some, took his pajamas and took a shower in the bathroom.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, Song Lan had already returned to the room from the living room.
Meng Yao still had some math problems to finish, so he sat down at his desk after taking a shower. She was so distracted tonight that she could not write down the steps to solve the problem while holding her pen and staring at the math problem.
She uncontrollably replayed the scene half an hour ago in her mind over and over again.
For her, they just walked a distance together in the rain, even if there was no communication, even if Xu Yao didn't notice her the whole time, it was a very memorable scene.
Meng Yao finally gave up on the math problem in front of him and pulled out a blank piece of drawing paper from the corner of his desk.
She recorded a scene from tonight. On the drawing paper, she held an umbrella and looked at the young man in front of her, as if looking at a star that was beyond reach and would never fall.
Meng Yao wrote the date on the bottom corner of the drawing paper, stared at the drawing paper for a long time, and then locked it in the drawer.
When the drawer is opened, the treasured items inside are also revealed.
In addition to several sheets of drawing paper, there was also a stored umbrella in her locked drawer.
*
The next few days were filled with rainy weather.
The temperature dropped again and again.
Physical education class has been changed to self-study. Song Siqi has been busy preparing for the competition recently. She writes questions and memorizes words every day. Occasionally, she can't help but say one or two sentences in English. In her own words, participating in a competition will drive herself crazy. .
The patter of rain made Song Siqi irritated. She finally dropped her pen in the self-study class, pulled out her hair and threw it on the table. She said angrily: "I don't want to study any more. Whoever wants to take this prize can take it. Watch." These words make me sick."
Meng Yao was correcting a wrong question. She caught a cold while sleeping the night before yesterday. She had a slight cold in the past two days, and her speech had a nasal sound. She turned to look at Song Siqi, grabbed a few chocolates from her coat pocket and handed them over, whispering: "Eat something sweet and take a rest."
She spoke slowly and calmly, and her voice was soft and comforting.
Song Siqi looked at the palm of her hand and saw that Meng Yao was holding the kind of chocolate she said was delicious last time. Song Siqi took two pieces and said, "Did you buy them again?"
Meng Yao said "Yeah", took back his hand, continued to correct the wrong questions, and answered in a normal tone: "I remembered that you like to eat milk when I went to buy it."
Song Siqi was stunned and immediately moved. She ate a piece of chocolate, and the emotion she had just felt subsided. She stared at the dense English words, feeling that she could still persist until the competition.
Song Siqi only went to the bathroom during class and spent the rest of the time in her seat doing questions. Meng Yao also had a quiet personality, and because of a cold, he didn't go anywhere during recess and stayed in the classroom with Song Siqi.
During this period, Xi Rou, the English class representative of their class, came over.
Because they participated in the competition together, they would discuss problems together in the past few days. Compared with the other boy and the introverted He Lin, Xi Rou and Song Siqi were more familiar with each other. Occasionally, they would take the initiative to come to Song Siqi to discuss the questions. .
There was a question in the morning and they encountered some difficulties.
Xi Rou came over and asked Song Siqi: "Have you finished that question?"
Xi Rou herself doesn't quite match her name. She is not weak in appearance or personality, but has a generous and bright personality.
She is good-looking, has a good personality, and is very popular in school.
Song Siqi said: "No, have you made it?"
"No." Xi Rou said helplessly, "But I just went to the office and asked the teacher."
Song Siqi was the type of student who didn't like to get in front of the teacher the most, so she said "Oh" when she heard this.
Xi Rou stood beside her table and told her what the teacher explained.
Song Siqi wrote it down and thanked her.
"You're welcome." Xi Rou smiled.
There is a dazzling beauty in her smile, like a delicate flower.
Song Siqi noticed a book with analysis of real English test questions in her hand and asked curiously: "Bought a new one?"
"Huh?" Xi Rou looked at the book in her hand, "Oh, you said this."
"I didn't buy it," Xi Rou said, "I borrowed it."
"I just met Xu Yao in the English teacher's office. I remembered that I had seen him make it before, so I borrowed it from him."
Meng Yao had kept his head down, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Xi Rou.
Song Siqi asked: "Is Xu Yao also participating in the English competition this time?"
"He will definitely participate." Xi Rou said with a smile, "Zheng Hua is also here."
Song Siqi hadn't contacted Zheng Hua for a while and didn't know they had participated in the competition, but she wasn't surprised.
Class was about to begin, Xi Rou returned to her seat, and Meng Yao stared at her figure in trance.
Song Siqi said something, and Meng Yao came back to her senses and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Siqi, are you in the same class as Xi Rou in the first year of high school?"
She used "you", but Song Siqi didn't notice and nodded and said "yes".
"But I don't have much contact with her."
Song Siqi thought of the question book in Xi Rou's hand: "But she and Xu Yao are relatively good at talking."
Meng Yao looked at her.
Song Siqi thought for a while and then said: "It's not that she and Xu Yao can talk to each other. Xu Yao is actually not difficult to get along with and everyone can talk to him. But maybe it's because he has good grades and is handsome that most people I feel there is a gap between me and him, so I don’t dare to get close to him. But Xi Rou, she is one of the few bolder girls."
Song Siqi smiled when she said this, leaned closer to Meng Yao and lowered her voice: "Actually, I have always suspected that Xi Rou has some thoughts about Xu Yao. After all, it's hard not to be attracted to Xu Yao, you know? And I think Xi Rou has some thoughts. If you really pursue Xu Yao with a character like Rou, it should be easier than others."
Meng Yao's throat suddenly felt a little dry, but she still forced out her voice and asked, "Why?"
Song Siqi looked at her and said with a smile, "Because she has a bold and magnanimous personality."
"Don't you think so?"
But Meng Yao couldn't laugh. She was afraid that Song Siqi would see the clues, so she hurriedly looked away, stared at the corner of the desk, and said "hmm" with a nasal sound.
Rainy days make everything damp.
Meng Yao felt as if a layer of fog had formed in front of his eyes.
It rained harder outside the window.
