In the evening, on the way back, when only Ling Xiaowei and Shi Mingwei were left, Shi Mingwei finally couldn't help but asked: "What are you going to give me on my birthday?"
Ling Xiaowei was humming a little tune and felt very happy. Suddenly she heard his question and was speechless for a moment. This guy was still thinking about his birthday gift! Fortunately, she had checked the file and said with a raised face: "
Isn’t your birthday already over?”
A faint smile spread across Shi Mingwei's face, and he said happily: "You finally know that my birthday has passed."
"Your birthday is August 20th. It's already October now. Why else would you celebrate your birthday?" Ling Xiaowei said bluntly.
"It's my birthday, so I can make up for the gift! Ling Xiaowei, I want a birthday gift too." Shi Mingwei approached Ling Xiaowei and said childishly.
Seeing that she was about to arrive home, Ling Xiaowei was eager to return home. She hurriedly said: "Next year, next year I will prepare a gift for you."
"No! It's going to be this year. On your birthday in two months' time, I'll give you a gift and you'll give me one in return. That's what we agreed." Shi Mingwei didn't even give Ling Xiaowei a chance to refuse. After he finished speaking, he
Ran away on a bicycle.
Ling Xiaowei was forced to stop her bicycle and turned around and shouted: "Can it be next year?"
The voice was blown away by the autumn wind, and it was useless to say anything. It was so difficult to give someone a gift! What to give!
Ling Xiaowei thought about it for three or four days in a row, but couldn't think of anything to give. But after half of October, the weather gradually became colder, and knitting scarves became popular in the class. The girls would hide their hands on the desk during class and self-study.
Next, quietly knitting a scarf.
Even Jordan, a man like him, picked up a knitting needle and knitted a scarf, and it was still a pink one.
"Did you knit it for yourself?" Ling Xiaowei asked.
"How is it possible? How could I wear pink?" Qiaodan Dan said with a guilty conscience. If she had known earlier, she would have chosen white. Both boys and girls can wear this white! But she still couldn't resist the stinking beauty in her heart.
I chose the pink one.
Ling Xiaowei looked at Qiao Qiaodan's guilty look and resisted the urge to burst into laughter.
"Ling Xiaowei, laugh if you want to, don't hold it in," Qiao Qiaodan said angrily.
Wang Caiyu on the side is also knitting a scarf. The scarf she is knitting is dark blue. Her face is filled with the shyness of a girl. It seems that she is knitting it for the boy she likes.
It's the third year of junior high school, graduation season. Children in the countryside are relatively precocious, and many can only go to junior high school. Very few can go to high school. After girls graduate from junior high school, they either go out to work or farm in their hometowns.
, and then got married.
So before graduation, those boys and girls in school who had no intention of studying began to become more active, and they got into pairs one by one and fell in love.
"Ling Xiaowei, why don't you knit a scarf for Shi Mingwei?" Wang Caiyu's words made Ling Xiaowei almost fall off her seat in fright.
This is in the small garden of the school, surrounded by a group of girls joking. If everyone hears it, they will be misunderstood. Ling Xiaowei doesn't want to be misunderstood. She still has to study hard.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Now everyone knows that you and Shi Mingwei are not cousins. You are just in love and sitting at the same table." Wang Caiyu opened her mouth and said, but she didn't shy away from it at all, knitting a scarf.
The gossiping look is very similar to that of some young wives under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
"That's right, Ling Xiaowei, we all know about you and Shi Mingwei." At this time, a girl from the same class also came over to confirm Wang Caiyu's words.
Ling Xiaowei looked embarrassed, why did everyone say that.
It's not like they were brother and sister, why do everyone now think that she is in a relationship with Shi Mingwei.
"Shi Mingwei is so tall, you sit in the back row for him, and even when it's your turn to be on duty, Shi Mingwei helps you wipe the blackboard and move stools. It's all so good, and he even says that he's not in love.
"Wang Caiyu said with envy while giving evidence.
Ling Xiaowei was a little confused. She didn't care about these things! The seats were taken casually when school started, and the teacher didn't change the seats.
"Shi Mingwei is so handsome, don't you like it?" Another classmate also interjected.
Jordan Dan, who was still knitting a scarf, looked at Ling Xiaowei in shock and said in surprise: "Ling Xiaowei, are you really in a relationship with Shi Mingwei? Why don't I know?"
Qiao Qiaodan felt betrayed. She was obviously Xiaowei's best friend. Why didn't she know that Ling Xiaowei and Shi Mingwei were in a relationship? These two people seemed normal!
"No, it's impossible for us to fall in love! I still have to study hard and take the high school entrance examination!" After Ling Xiaowei finished speaking, she was about to leave the scene.
A bunch of love-minded girls are so scary.
Back in the classroom, Ling Xiaowei looked at her seat. The last row was still inside. She had been sitting in this seat for more than a month and she didn't feel anything abnormal at all.
It seems that she is now a bit obsessed with love. She needs to be more awake and change her seat. She has to sit in the front.
When Shi Mingwei came back, Ling Xiaowei said to him: "Should I change seats?"
Shi Mingwei was startled. He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his face and asked nervously: "Why?"
"Others say we are in a relationship." When Ling Xiaowei said this, her face became a little hot with dissatisfaction.
"It's difficult, isn't it?" Shi Mingwei opened his innocent eyes and looked directly at Ling Xiaowei.
"That's a fart..." Ling Xiaowei shouted in her heart. She found that she began to care about her image in front of Shi Mingwei, and she couldn't say bad words.
"No!" Ling Xiaowei retorted.
Shi Mingwei smiled instead of getting angry, nodded and said, "Whatever you say is what it is?"
Anyway, after graduating next year, Xiaowei will go to the capital to study with him, and she can't escape anywhere.
Don't even think about changing seats. He has already said hello to the teacher. Otherwise, the teacher would not change seats for so long?
"Then I'll change seats!" Ling Xiaowei is still thinking about changing seats!
"Don't even think about it." Shi Mingwei said domineeringly. After he finished speaking, he grabbed Ling Xiaowei's hand tightly and held it tightly. He looked at Ling Xiaowei with a strong possessive look in his eyes.
Ling Xiaowei actually felt a little trembling, a little addicted to this kind of overbearing tenderness, and secretly despised herself for being submissive and submissive to a little boy.
She even came up with the idea of knitting him a scarf. Oh my God! She actually had such an idea. If anyone knew about it, she would be laughed to death.
Ling Xiaowei was still very concerned about face, but after returning from school in the evening, she couldn't help but quietly took a few rolls of white wool from the factory's warehouse.
The white one is great! It doesn’t matter if someone discovers it, you can just explain that it was knitted for you.
