Going to school with the people you like is a happy thing.
As long as their homes are not too far away, as long as they go to the same school, both men and women are willing to run downstairs and wait for each other, hiding from each other's parents. When they see the person they like coming out of the building, they feel that the sun is shining brightly.
, walking solemnly somewhere out of sight of the elders, and hooking up with each other's hands, this kind of happiness is the most exciting.
The early morning sun was just right, falling on Song Jiamu and Yun's shallow helmets, one blue and one pink, and the edges sparkled.
After the electric car drove into the campus, there were more pedestrians, and the two of them no longer dared to make that stupid "cluck" whistle.
Judging from their usual behavior when they are with other people, both of them are quite mature. Why do they become so childish when they are with each other?
Yun Shuqian felt that it must be because he was childish first, so he pulled her into the childish halo.
Although childish, this kind of happiness cannot be given by others.
Even if she thinks back many years later, Yun Shuqian will still remember that she was twenty years old and she was whistling childishly at the slow bus on the way to class with him, and she will still remember what he said.
"If they get out of the car and beat us, just hide in my arms."
Including the wild flowers growing in the cracks in the rocks on the roadside, the singing birds sitting on the branches, the blue helmet he wore and the back of the white T-shirt she gave him, the smell of his body blown by the wind, these
They are all the purest heart-warming moments in youth.
Yun Shuqian did not pull down the helmet mask, but boldly hugged his waist, sat on the back seat of his electric car, and was driven to the campus by him.
Occasionally, passers-by would look at her curiously, and she would turn her face shyly, lower her head slightly, and hug Song Jiamu tighter.
If she sees an acquaintance from a distance, her heartbeat will speed up, like a calf, and she will gently rub Song Jiamu's back with her helmet, rubbing it from bottom to top, and then the mask will fall from top to bottom.
He came down and covered her reddish face.
Let me state in advance that she did not pull down her mask, it was his back that pulled her mask down!
So it’s not that she is shy, but Song Jiamu is shy!
The electric car stopped slowly, and Song Jiamu put his feet on the ground.
Yun Shuqian held his shoulders, lifted his legs and got off the electric car.
Song Jiamu took off his helmet and smoothed his handsome hair with his hands. The helmet felt a little stuffy after wearing it for a long time, but he immediately felt refreshed after taking it off.
Yun Shuqian was still wearing a helmet, and the pink helmet visor was pulled down. She looked at the pedestrians around her, pretended to be calm and picked up the kettle to drink water, and then the stupid kettle hit her visor.
"Are you going to fill the helmet with water?"
"...Don't talk."
"come over."
The girl stood next to him holding a water bottle, and Song Jiamu helped her take off the helmet. This process was like taking off the bride's red hijab.
I don't know if it was because of the suffocation caused by the helmet, but Yun Shuqian's little face was red, her big eyes blinked, and the dark circles were still there.
"Oh, it's over, it's so ugly."
Yun Shuqian bent over and looked at the rearview mirror of the electric car.
"Are you sleepy now?"
"I'm sleepy but not sleepy."
Song Jiamu locked the car, and the two of them carried their bags and walked to the classroom where they had class this morning, shoulder to shoulder and walking in unison.
Yun Shuqian liked to play the game of "stepping in step". She observed Song Jiamu's legs. When he stepped up his left leg, she also stepped up her left leg, and when he stepped up his right leg, she also stepped up her right leg.
But occasionally Song Jiamu would deliberately mischief. Because his legs were long, he would take a big step at once, and then she, who had short legs, would have to take two steps in a row before she could catch up with Bang Bang and punch him twice.
When Song Jiamu held her hand, Yun Shuqian no longer had the intention to observe the pace.
When she held hands with him on campus, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she seemed unable to walk even in small steps. Instead, it was Song Jiamu who was holding her hand.
"I'm going to kill you! This is school! There are so many people!"
"It's okay, let's do it secretly."
"It's all been seen!"
"But they don't know us."
"..."
This is true, since I don’t know him, just hold him.
When they were going up the stairs, three female classmates who went upstairs together appeared in front of them. Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu both knew each other, they were from their class.
The girl's palms immediately became nervous and sweaty, and her little hands became shy in his palms.
But instead of letting go, Song Jiamu held her tighter.
Yun Shuqian didn't dare to speak, for fear of attracting the attention of the three female classmates in front of him who were going upstairs together, so she could only stare at him with big eyes in shame.
Because her little hands kept moving around in her palms, Song Jiamu's palms also sweated a lot. Yun Shuqian could easily feel the sweat, and the entangled hands became slippery.
It wasn't until she heard the familiar voices of Zhang Sheng's male classmates behind her that the reserved girl took her little hand out of his palm.
Eh? So I can pull my hand out with just a little force?
So why didn't I pull my hand out just now?
Sure enough, do you still like to play this kind of exciting ambiguity with him?
In short, now that several familiar classmates are present, Yun Shuqian, as the monitor, would never hold hands with him shamelessly like this even if he killed himself.
Although riding an electric bike was quite fast today, the two of them lingered for a long time on the road and arrived at the classroom a little later than before.
We had just come back from a long vacation, and everyone looked a little sleepy. Thursday was full of classes, and just thinking about it made people lose their energy.
At the four-seat table, she and Song Jiamu sat in the middle, and then Zhang Sheng and Yuan Caiyi sat on both sides of them. This had almost become a fixed seating arrangement for the four people.
Before class started, Zhang Sheng and Song Jiamu played a game together to refresh themselves.
"Squad leader, do you know how to play? Let's go together and let Song Jiamu lead you. He is very fierce. Just play with Yaoyao and hang on him."
"I won't……"
Yun Shuqian is a game idiot, and there are many girls who play games. She also downloaded and tried it, but before she finished playing, she hung up and stopped playing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing Yuan Caiyi coming, she pulled Yuan Caiyi to the bathroom together.
"Hehe, Song Jiamu today..."
"You, how do you know that I bought the T-shirt he wore today?!"
"No wonder, I said that I have never seen him wearing a T-shirt with a pattern printed on it, but it still has a bear printed on it. Sure enough, you bought it, shouldn't you..."
"I didn't buy a lot! I just bought five pieces!"
"..."
Yuan Caiyi was angry and funny, and curiously looked at Yun Shuqian's dark circles.
"Qianqian, what's wrong with you? Were you tortured last night?"
"Well, I didn't sleep all night..."
"How could he do this! Don't you know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade?"
"...? Get lost, Caiyi, you pervert, I'm talking about my insomnia!"
"Then let me guess the reason for your insomnia."
"You don't have to guess!"
Yun Shuqian was speechless. After staying with Yuan Caiyi for a long time, she felt that her health code was about to turn yellow.
Is Caiyi born like this? Or did she become like this because she had a boyfriend?
No, Yun Shuqian thought to herself, there is a great possibility that Yuan Caiyi's boyfriend was led astray by her.
Yes, that's it, because she is Yuan Caiyi's good friend, so she was also led astray by Caiyi, so even if she occasionally does such perverted things as "kissing the hand that Song Jiamu kissed"
It must be because he was led away by Cai Yi.
There must be something wrong with this world. Perverted girls make people fall in love with them, but perverted boys... are really perverted.
Of course, it was definitely not because I was a pervert that I became good friends with Caiyi, but because I first became good friends with Caiyi, she also became a pervert.
Thinking this way, Yun Shuqian felt at ease.
"Then let's have dinner together today at noon." Yuan Caiyi thought for a while and said.
"Don't we eat together every day?"
"I'm talking about calling your Song Jiamu."
"Why do you want to ask him to come with you?"
"I sorted out the script again last night, and we happened to have dinner together to study it. I will get the pull list out in the next two days, and then we can start filming."
Yuan Caiyi asked again: "Do you want a whole meeting place? Do you two usually hold meetings in the room?"
"certainly not!"
Yun Shuqian's pretty face was embarrassed, and she thought for a moment and said, "We usually have meetings in the dining hall."
Although the small pavilion was confiscated by her as the meeting base of the Internet Literature Club, Yun Shuqian felt that for such a big event, it would be more formal to hold the meeting in the dining hall.
Back to the classroom.
Song Jiamu and Zhang Sheng were still playing games, but the teacher had already arrived in the classroom. Because they were sitting in the front row, they both had to hang up.
"Eat candy?"
"Okay, give me one."
Song Jiamu took out a few candies from his bag, gave one to Zhang Sheng, one to Yuan Caiyi, and then secretly gave two to Yun Shuqian.
When the two candies were put down on the table, Yun Shuqian quickly hid the candies with her little hands.
Seeing that she didn't peel the candy, Song Jiamu peeled another one, tore the package and opened it on the page of her book, and then she ate this one.
The movements were secretive and natural, and the girl stirred the lychee-flavored candy in her mouth, feeling very happy.
In order to prevent Song Jiamu from being so lustful and holding her hand in class, Yun Shuqian put both hands on the table so that he would have no chance to hold her hand.
Fortunately, the table for four people is a long desk, and there is no annoying crossbar in the middle. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are very close to each other. Although their shoulders do not touch each other, the desk
The legs between the two of them quietly came together.
Her legs were soft and warm, and it was very comfortable to lean against her like this.
Occasionally, their elbows on the table would touch each other inadvertently, but they did not pull apart like before.
Their short-sleeved arms were touching each other. Her arms were soft and her skin was smooth.
In fact, studying with someone you like is a very demanding thing. Each other will involuntarily express themselves deliberately. From time to time, tilting their heads to the left or right to glance at each other will become a habit, and they can't help but pay attention.
Bits and pieces next to it.
But at the same time, the excitement this thing brings to people is also very different. At least those who have left school will never have the opportunity to experience this feeling of studying in the classroom with the people they like.
Of course, this does not mean that it will lead to poor study. On the contrary, if the other person is a hard-working and self-disciplined girl, then you will be close to all her excellent qualities, and have extraordinary efficiency and determination to prove yourself.
Song Jiamu studied very seriously, and Yun Shuqian also studied very seriously. Apart from the small ambiguity, there was nothing to distract them. After all, they were by their sides.
During the break, the class became lively.
Zhang Sheng was so sleepy that he lay down on the table and fell asleep. Yuan Caiyi also lay on the table and told the fortune of the female classmate in front of him.
Yun Shuqian put his left hand down from the table.
Song Jiamu also put his right hand down from the table tacitly.
The two people's shoulders leaned together gently and quietly, blocking the sight of the classmates behind them.
The two palms hidden under the chair are slowly approaching, first the bases of the palms are touching, and then slowly sliding to the palms, the ten fingers are like touching the tips one by one, secretly groping and exploring.
Until they become entangled and connect the two.
Song Jiamu played with the squad leader's catkins, touching, pinching, or rubbing them.
Yun Shuqian's heartbeat was very fast. She blushed, lowered her head, and the pen tip of her right hand was on the paper, but she couldn't write a word for a long time.
After all, the four of them sat together, with Yuan Caiyi on her right and Zhang Sheng on his left. The two of them hooked up secretly in front of the two good friends and the teacher on the podium...
A different kind of excitement came to her heart, and her palms became sweaty, but it soon blended with the sweat in his palms, making them indistinguishable from each other.
The school bell rings.
These ambiguous hands parted reluctantly.
Sure enough, summer has arrived. Yun Shuqian covered her hot face. It was extremely hot in the classroom.