Wen Wan thought of his fingers, which were white and slender with well-defined joints. He could both draw and play the piano.
He actually knew a lot of things, otherwise he would have wasted his title as the most influential person in G. However, Mu Yuxiu was very low-key in the eyes of G college students, but in Wen Wan's view, to put it harshly, he was withdrawn and autistic.
They thought he was elusive, but in fact on weekdays he was either in the most unpopular area of the library, putting several desks together, occupying all the space by himself, writing programs for the company with his laptop, or skipping classes.
Feeding stray cats in a park, or going to the mountains to paint at five or six in the morning.
That day she followed him up the mountain again, expecting him to set up the drawing board as usual. Unexpectedly, he found a stone and lay down. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and did not move for a long time. He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.
She squatted behind another stone, her feet were numb, and she was about to stand up when his voice came over, "Come here."
He still maintained that posture, so much so that Wen Wan thought he was hearing hallucinations. When he was in a daze, he said: "You have followed me secretly for half a month. Every time you go up the mountain, you ask me to slow down and wait for you. Now I give it to you."
There’s a chance, but you don’t have the courage?”
Red clouds flew from her face.
It turned out that he knew she was following him and deliberately let her follow him.
She stood behind him in embarrassment, wanting to run away but not wanting to miss the opportunity to talk to him. She hesitated for a long time before walking over, as if she had been caught peeping. She lowered her head and stared at her toes, not daring to look.
his face.
He put an arm behind his head and bent one of his slender legs. The 24-year-old boy's voice was still clear and soft, "Why are you following me?"
She suddenly raised her eyes to look at him in the morning sun. Her face was blurred against the backlight, and the line of her jaw looked very soft. She mustered up the courage to confess, "Senior, I like you!"
"Like? Do you mean admiration or admiration when you say like?" It must be that many girls have confessed to him. He was not surprised, but asked her: "Do you know what liking is at your age? You know.
What kind of deep feeling is called liking?"
When she was young, she thought that she liked her just because she liked her, so she flew into the flames without caring about her own safety. What would be the outcome?
Like now, with the unbearable relationship between the plaything and the financial owner, she really doesn't know if she still likes him.
Wen Wan didn't fall asleep for a long time, and Mu Yuxiu also smoked a lot in the dark, until the room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke, and Wen Wan couldn't help but cough.
Anyway, she was not facing Shen Du, and she didn't want to give in to Mu Yuxiu, so she kept coughing, expressing her discomfort and disgust.
He consciously put out the cigarette, and then the sound of lifting the quilt was heard. After a few seconds, the room became completely quiet.
Wen Wan has strong adaptability, but she was really sleepy, so she fell asleep not long after.
A few minutes later, Mu Yuxiu opened his eyes in the darkness.
His face, illuminated by the moonlight, was pale.
He lay quietly for a while, and after making sure that Wen Wan was asleep, he turned over, and then turned over again after a while... After repeating this several times, he still didn't feel sleepy at all.
That suffocating feeling came again.
Mu Yuxiu took the phone and was about to check the time when a text message from Yuan Qian came over: I just got off the train, but the driver couldn't find the address you gave me. If it's convenient for you, call me back now.
