My impression of Han Ji is always nagging. When I twisted my body to the left, he ran to the left and smiled at me. When I turned my body to the right, he ran to the right to talk to me. Endless, never tired of it, like an AI robot that won't get angry.
The political class was also in this classroom a few months ago. The teacher is ready to start the lecture. Han Ji and Yu Yang came in a hurry, but they stood at the door of the classroom but didn't come in. Yu Yang's eyes rolled for a moment, and he quickly locked the target. The two men took three steps and became two, and a few big steps rushed to our front seat. Yu Yang gasped and sat down. He turned back and said, "Why are you sitting so far back? Fortunately, my eyes are good. " Han Ji also glanced back, but I pulled a face and only looked back. Of course, Han Ji won't be angry. He took a cup of milk tea from his messenger bag and put it on my desk. He also took out a straw from the pocket in front of his schoolbag and said, "I forgot to take it. Let's run back and get it. A little later, we will be late. "
There are many drops of water hanging outside the iced milk tea, and the sunken red beans float up and down with the shaking of the milk tea. He took out a pack of paper towels from his bag and helped me wipe the water stains on the milk tea. He said, "Half a candy, don't worry."
Han Ji bought a cup of milk tea like this every day for a while. Every day before class, he always presents me with a cup of milk tea in front of the whole class, as if it were a gift to the king. But I didn't drink the milk tea he gave me, so I put it in the classroom to cool down and finally threw it into the trash can. The next day, he will bring a new cup of milk tea and still carefully ask me, "Do you like this kind of milk tea?" I still ignore him. He asked Yu Yang for help with his eyes, and Yu Yang finally asked me impatiently: "Sister, do you drink?" . My brother bought all the milk tea in the shop for a long time. Sister, can you say something? "Yu Yang's voice is getting louder and louder, urging me to tell her.
In an instant, all the voices in the classroom disappeared, and everyone stopped talking and fighting and stood motionless in front of the desk. They stood still, silent and pricked up their ears to listen to my answer. I tried to control my happy expression and said simply, "I will buy this milk tea in the future."
Han Ji patted Yu Yang on the shoulder excitedly: "I told you she liked it."
The disappearing voice immediately recovered and the classroom became noisy again.
How much does Han Ji like me? I don't know. But at least this pursuit is passionate and lasting. I am secretly happy. What about Xie Xiaoyu? Is there such a suitor?
In politics class, Han Jiji looked back at me from time to time, or looked back at my notes, and then pointed to the words on the blackboard and asked, "Hey, what is that word in front of the country?" I can't see clearly. "
"love"
After I finished, Han Ji smiled with malicious intent. He deliberately opened his eyes and said a long "Oh".
"Naive" I said grumpily.
Han Jiuzhi sitting in front of me looks like an ADHD patient. My eyes couldn't concentrate on the teacher's blackboard writing at all, and I was always attracted by his twisting body and shaking head from side to side. Halfway through the course, I finally couldn't help whispering, "Will you stop moving and listen carefully?"
Han Ji, like a frost-beaten eggplant, faded down. His side face touched the table, and his arm drooped under the table and he stopped talking. Yu Yang looked at the simple and honest Han Jizhi and said, "Yesterday in the dormitory, we tried to pull his pants, but three people couldn't hold him down. It must be Fang Jie, and one sentence is honest. " One of them, Han Jiu, grabbed Yu Yang by the neck, put his head under the table and hit him on the back with his elbow.
We all laughed when we imagined Han Jijiu struggling while pulling his pants. Han Ji giggled, too, and then pretended to be wronged and said, "They always bully me."
Because there will be a campus concert in the evening, the sound of desks and chairs jingling has long been heard in the corridor. In the last ten minutes of class, everyone couldn't sit still. Our political teacher is a silent middle-aged man. He never says anything irrelevant to the course. His face is expressionless all the year round, and he can't see his emotions. The boring political class has become even more boring. He knocked on the lecture table with a wooden ruler to remind everyone to listen carefully. The lecture table has been around for some years, and its voice is stuffy, like wood soaked in water. When the students heard the noise, they turned their heads and twisted outside in less than a minute.
The teacher closed the book, pushed down his glasses and said slowly, "Go back and review what I said today. You must take the exam. That's all for today's class. Class is over. " The words sound just fell and Han Jiuzhi rushed out first because of a program. The teacher packed her things and didn't leave first. Holding a brown leather bag in his hands, he quietly watched us rush out like a flood without stepping on the brakes. When we walked out of the teaching building and approached the canteen, we heard the bell of class in the distance.
After dinner, we didn't worry, but walked around the playground several times before we slowly walked to the gate of the playground. The playground is surrounded by sponsors' advertisements, and there are several boxes of coke piled at the door, and a bunch of empty bottles are scattered in the boxes. We each took a bottle of coke and found the area where the class was located and sat down to chat.
Summer nights always come late. At 7 o'clock in the evening, it was still bright, and the stage lighting effect was not ideal. The two masters sat on the scaffolding on both sides, holding walkie-talkies to repeatedly debug the stage lights. The sound recorder auditioned with a microphone, played a short song for a while and fed it into the microphone for a while. Loud voice will make a lot of noise, there will be a huge electric current sound, which will cause all students to complain.
At this time, Xie Xiaoyu came over with exaggerated earmuffs and sat down and said, "I sent a message in the group asking where you are, and no one ignored me." We dug out our mobile phone from our bag, and there were not only a few unread messages, but also missed calls. The scene was so noisy that no one could hear it.
Xiaoyu took a sip of coke and left a faint lipstick mark on the straw. Only then did we know that Xiaoyu didn't eat dinner and went back to make up for it. His eyebrows, eyeliner, eyelashes and blush were all painted, and even his bangs were burned. Xiaoyu gently pulled her hair back, and our eyes were attracted by her tassel earrings again. A few days ago, Xiaoyu posted a link in the group and asked what this earring was like. We all say it looks good, but it's a little expensive. I didn't expect Xiaoyu to buy it without saying anything, and I took it with me on this lively night.
After discussing earrings, I stared at her skirt again. After the winter vacation, I happened to see in the window of the shopping mall that the clerk was taking off the thick sweater of the plastic model and putting on this thin goose yellow floral skirt. I imagine myself walking out of the dormitory in this floral skirt. At that moment, a boy's eyes will always follow me in the crowd. When I cross the court, a boy will throw me a basket. When I come to the library, a boy will secretly look at me at the other end of the bookshelf. In order to put on this skirt, I went to the school cafeteria to do odd jobs for two months. I didn't expect Xiaoyu to wear it easily, and she also asked the classmates next to her very delicately if this skirt was very fat. Only then did everyone notice the brand of her dress, and everyone gathered around and said that this skirt was very expensive. You are so white, it looks good on you. Xiaoyu lowered her head and said with a smile, "That's good." The beam of light on the stage hit her earrings and the whole person flashed.
The concert began, and the two hosts were familiar faces. They presided over all the activities in the school. They will graduate soon. I heard that they are looking for a successor recently. One of us, seeing Xiaoyu meet them in private, has also eaten alone for several times. I recall Xiaoyu's voice just now, so soft, is it suitable for the host? Will she be chosen as the host? I want to hear the difference between my voice and hers, but my voice seems to be blocked and I can't make a sound. I tried to squeeze out a hoarse sentence, but I couldn't even hear what I was saying. Xiaoyu looked up and saw that I was looking at her and smiled generously at me.
The host made an impassioned announcement that 15 campus concert officially started. Han Ji's program ranks third. He formed a band with students from other majors. A few people wore colorful sequins, exaggerated eyeliner and eye shadow, and the matching black tie jumped up and down on the stage with them, one on their shoulders and the other on their heads. Han Ji also brought a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the two metal chains hanging on the glasses frame bent down to the shoulders. Han Ji played the guitar crazily with the music. Other students do not know the truth. Seeing him playing like a rock star, they all thought that the campus was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. However, as we all know, Han Jiu's singing skills are good, but the guitar level is double whammy. The crazier he is on the stage, the happier we laugh. I glanced at Xiaoyu out of the corner of my eye and saw her laughing and wiping the tears from the corner of my eye.
One program after another soon reached the final finale. The performer won the first prize in the campus singer contest last year. After he finished singing a song, the hostess slowly walked to the center of the stage in a big skirt and said, "The next program is duet songs. Zhang Junbo's classmates invited a classmate from the audience to sing with him. "
The audience talked seriously.
Zhang Junbo went on to say, "Please welcome Xie Xiaoyu, an economics major." After saying his word, Zhang Junbo added, "I have been paying attention to you for a long time." There was a huge boo immediately, and Xiaoyu confidently walked to the stage in the voice of one after another and sang a song "Making Romance" with Zhang Junbo. It suddenly dawned on us that it is no wonder that Xiaoyu always hummed this song these days. It turned out that he was ready.
Although Xiaoyu shares a dormitory with us, we always know the news about her last. For example, a boy from the physical education department pursued her, and she refused him without hesitation on the basketball court. The whole school knows, but we look surprised. When did this happen? This time, how did Zhang Junbo meet her? When did you invite Xiaoyu to sing with him?
When I first went to college, we always asked around Xiaoyu, who is the person who came to the classroom to find you today? How do you know the President of the Student Union? Xiaoyu always said simply that that's how he met. In the words of Xiaoyu, isn't it normal for them to know each other?
On the stage, the little fisherman danced to the music while singing, and his twisted body was skillfully combined with the music. Xiaoyu's confident and generous performance gives us another meaning to her appearance. Perhaps the whole link is arranged, not a confession link, but a romantic link deliberately created like a song title. But after the concert, Xie Xiaoyu returned to the dormitory in a group of eyes looking up and down. None of us asked her about today, and she probably wouldn't say anything if she did.
On the contrary, when the water room was washing, Xiaoyu spoke to me for the first time: "Lu Fangfang, let me ask you something."
My mouth was full of foam, and I vaguely replied, "Uh-huh, what is it?"
"Han Jiu is very good. Why don't you like him? "
The question came so suddenly that I almost swallowed the mouthwash. I quickly looked for a suitable reason in my mind, a reason to convince myself and others. I think he should be a playboy, yes, that's why. When I tried to explain the reason to Xiaoyu, she had already left. The water room was empty, leaving only a tap that was not closed tightly, dripping with water.
Xiaoyu suddenly asked about Han Jiuzhi. Although he was suspicious, Xiaoyu never mentioned him again. All her actions didn't stop because she heard the word "Han Jiu". I followed Xiaoyu's eyes in class. Her eyes either stayed on the blackboard, textbooks, or secretly took out a small mirror to dial bangs, but never stopped on Han Jiuzhi.
After making sure Xiaoyu had no extra thoughts about Han Jiuzhi, I actually began to secretly observe Han Jiuzhi. He has a single eyelid and a long face. Looking at these two points alone is not attractive. But a big boy has petals and lips, which always makes people look twice. His hair has been permed. No matter how early he goes to class, his hair must have been washed. He often comes to class with wet hair, and water occasionally drips on his white shirt and desk. But after class, the sun took away all the excess water, leaving only the delicious smell of shampoo. He was very enthusiastic and came up to me alive, laughing and saying, you just peeked at me, didn't you?
What happened to this guy? He caught such a short look, and he didn't look at me. "No, no, not at all." I lost my mind and said so many things that hurt him, but now I can't say a word.
"I don't believe it, you ..." Han Ji was pushed into the toilet by a boy, and his continued questioning was interrupted.
In the next few days, I have been looking for the right opportunity in my conversation with Han Jiuji to tell him that I like him and we can be together, but I can't say it directly. It was that cheap Yu Yang who created the opportunity. On Yu Yang's birthday, he sent me a WeChat, saying that it was a boy's treat to sing and asked me to call all the girls at work. 10 minutes later, he asked if he had prepared a gift for him.
I just remembered that Yu Yang told me that he would have a birthday, and the meaning was obvious. I hurried to the mall and bought him a small gift. Everyone was here when I arrived at KTV. I followed Yu Yang's ghostly singing in the corridor to the box. The box is very lively. Wearing a paper hat and holding a microphone, Yu Yang sang, "I once crossed mountains and seas."
The students sang along with the bell in their hands-and they also passed through the sea of people.
Yu Yang saw me come in, hurriedly pushed me to Han Ji's side, and then returned to the middle of the box to continue singing hard.
Han Ji took out two cups of milk tea from under the table and put it in my ear, loudly saying, "Yu Yang invited everyone to drink. I didn't see you coming, so I left you a drink. " He helped me plug in the straw, then picked up his cup of milk tea covered with green tea and pointed it at my ear and said, "I like this better." Most of the milk tea on the table has bottomed out, and a few pearls that can't be sucked up are left alone at the bottom of the cup. Han and I haven't had milk tea for a long time, and we snuggle together like lovers.
Yu Yang finally finished singing. He took the microphone and asked, "Who ordered the next song because of love?"
Everyone looked at each other.
Xiaoyu stood up, stretched out her slender arm and said, "Nobody sings, I'll do it."
Who sings male voices? Everyone looked at Han for a long time, even my head turned slightly to the left, hoping that he could make a sound.
"I haven't heard much about this song." Speaking of which, he picked up the receiver and stood up.
When the music is playing, Xiaoyu's voice is loud and small. In some places, the volume is normal, and in some places, the sound is as small as a mosquito. With the twist of the music, the posture disappeared, and the whole person stood stiffly, clutching the skirt tightly in his hand, and the bright red nail polish was all wrapped inside. The students also lost their enthusiasm just now and bowed their heads to play with their mobile phones. After singing a song, Xiaoyu returned to her seat in a daze, as if she was not satisfied with her performance just now.
And Han Ji, who had drunk a few glasses of wine, put his right hand on my shoulder a little drunk. His left hand reached for the glass on the table, but his right arm never left, so he picked it up casually. Sometimes he pinches my shoulder and smiles at me. Sometimes he needs his right hand to gesture when he speaks, but when he is finished, he naturally takes his right arm back. The smell of wine floated in the air of the box, and the warm yellow and light blue lights hit everyone in bits and pieces. The appearance of others that night left only a vague memory in my heart, but the weight of Han Jiuji's arm seemed to have been pressing on my heart.
Two hours later, we left KTV before closing the school gate. Everyone is very insightful. A group of people noisily walked in front, leaving Han Jiuji and me to walk slowly behind. The noise is getting farther and farther, and there are no redundant people and voices. Occasionally, I can see several couples walking under the European street lamp by the lake, but everything is surprisingly quiet, and only a few shadows are slowly fermenting. I put my coat on my right arm, while rattan's left hand waited for a warm big hand. But to my surprise, Han Ji's hand showed no signs of reaching over. He just kept his head down and stepped on his own shadow step by step. Under a billboard not far from the dormitory, he finally stopped, turned around and asked me, "Is it cold?"
"Not cold."
Han Ji looked at me, and suddenly his right hand stretched forward and easily dragged me to the front. He supported the billboard with his arms and fixed me in the narrow space formed by his arms. He is so close to me that I can even see some fresh green stubble on his chin. He asked softly, "Do you like me?"
I dare not look up, although I know there is a fiery eye about to pull my head up. My eyes wandered around and finally stopped at the black spot on his clothes. When did this dirty thing get on? Not before singing.
After a silence, I nodded.
His breath was getting closer and closer, and he finally stopped at my lips and kissed it with a little impulse and a little drunkenness. His lips are so soft that I can even feel the sweet and greasy taste of the nipple hidden in his mouth under alcohol. After a short kiss, he grabbed my lower lip and bit it gently. I cried out in pain. In fact, his weight is just right, and I don't feel very painful. But at this point, I want to perform in front of him and make him feel bad about me.
But he didn't apologize for biting me. He just lowered his head and said to himself, "Why didn't you promise me earlier?" He held the billboard with his hands crossed, held me in his arms, and murmured, "Why didn't you promise me earlier?"
"We are only a sophomore, and we still have a lot of time." I patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
I feel guilty about Han Ji. I know it was my fault. I always hope that I can have many suitors like Xiaoyu, and I can ignore their feelings and reject them in public like Xiaoyu. I claim to be no worse than Xiaoyu, but how come I'm not as good as her in the end? Why isn't it me that everyone is discussing in private? Seeing Xiaoyu getting more and more unhappy, Han Jiu appeared. The whole act of rejecting him seems to be for everyone to see. I want you to know that I also have a strong suitor, and I can't get rid of it. But Xie Xiaoyu's question suddenly made me realize that everyone's attitude towards me was not envy but ridicule. Everyone thinks I'm sick, and I don't cherish such a good person. I regret it. Why should I torture someone I clearly like?
In Han Ji's arms, I seem to forget that he is the boy I rejected for so long, but he is the one I fell in love with as soon as I saw him. Everything is so coincidental, and this boy just likes me. Imprisoned feelings, instantly released, my arm also came forward and hugged him tightly. The couple who came over interrupted the hug, and Han Ji let me go and went back to the way I was just now. He walked beside me at a distance, took me to the dormitory, said goodbye and left.
In another political class, I dragged the girls in our class to sit in a conspicuous position in the ladder classroom. There are two vacant seats on my right, one is Han Ji and the other is Yu Yang. But after Han Ji came in, his eyes didn't stop. He went straight to the back of the classroom and finally found the last row of window seats to sit down.
"Why don't you come and sit down? I have reserved a place for you. " I sent a WeChat to Han Jiuzhi, and when I saw that he didn't reply, I sent several more in the same way.
Han Ji just looked down and didn't make any response. The hot afternoon sun fell on him, but it formed a shadow. Curved hair became a messy pile of hay, lifeless on the head. I usually see my smiling eyes disappear, my eyes are loose and I lose focus. Just looking at me, I flashed a little panic, but I immediately recovered my calm. His face, like a political teacher, shows no emotion. Yu Yang saw that I looked back at Han Ji from time to time and made a face at me.
? For the next few days, Han Ji deliberately kept his distance from me. After class, he and some of his best friends ran to the toilet to hide. Xiaoyu has classes in the morning and rehearsals in the afternoon. The list of campus hosts came down, and Xiaoyu and the boys from the art department took over the hosting work. The next celebration was the first time that Xie Xiaoyu took the stage to preside over it. Since then, you can see her in all school activities.
I think Xiaoyu will be known and discussed by the whole school from now on, which is very unpleasant psychologically. That night, I promised to stay with Han for a long time. I advised myself not to pay attention to her and not to compare with her. What's the point? But something still poked me. She has everything, really everything. But what do I have? With this in mind, I want to stick to what I have.
I've been calling Han Jizhou and asking him out to talk. But all the calls seemed to be made to a dead man, who didn't answer or refuse, and asked me to dial the busy signal again and again until I turned off my phone. Han Ji won't even show a trace of boredom, or even make gestures to let me know that he is on the phone. Before class, I went to the boys' dormitory downstairs in advance to wait for him. When all the boys came out, there was still no Han Jiu. That day, in order to avoid me, Han Ji missed a whole day's class.
Later, I had another idea. I broke in pretending to be a boy. He always has to go back to the dormitory. Anyway, after wearing a hat, you can't tell whether it is a male administrator or a female administrator. The girl in the dormitory found my intention and dragged me back. They all said I was crazy and abnormal.
There is no other way, I sent another WeChat to Yu Yang, asking him to ask Han Jiuzhi out. But Yu Yang didn't answer. "If you don't ask him out, friends don't have to do it." I sent another one. I controlled my hand and told myself not to bombard Yu Yang with information. It's no use. I can only pray in my heart, hoping that this malicious words can make Yu Yang ask Han out for a long time.
"Do your best." After a long wait, Yu Yang finally replied.
A week later, Yang Yucai dragged Han Jiu out of the dormitory and found an empty classroom to sit down. Yu Yang sat on the table and said, "Come on, Fangfang, let me ask you out. Tell me what you think first. "
Han Ji kept his head down and didn't talk, like a frustrated humanoid doll.
"It was you who chased others at the beginning, and now it is you who go back on our word. What do you think? "
? "Xiaoyu also urged me to make a decision." Han Ji rubbed his hair and said.
"Small fishing? Xie Xiaoyu? " Yu Yang stare big eyes to ask.
"On your birthday, I went out for a while. Xiaoyu came out later. She said she liked me for a long time. Seeing me chasing Lu Fangfang so hard, she felt very uncomfortable and asked me if I could think about her, and then ... "
"Then what?"
"Then she hugged me and I dodged. But she threw herself into my arms and cried, and all the mascara was spent. Then she looked up and kissed me. I didn't hide this time. "
"……"
"Such a good girl, I don't want to refuse her ..."
Han Ji may have more to say, and Yu Yang may have more questions to ask, but they were all interrupted by the falling milk tea. Two people looked at the door in surprise, looking at the green tea and milk mixed together, sticky greasy to climb to their feet along the cracks in the floor tile, Han Jiu took a step back with a frown.
"Now that you have heard it, don't bother me again." Without any explanation, without any expression of pity, Han Ji took down a piece of dogskin plaster that had been stuck for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief, waved to Yu Yang, turned around easily and left smartly. The enthusiasm I thought would never fade, but it was pulled so thoroughly that I staggered.
Yu Yang stood there scratching his head, laughing or not, but the milk tea on the ground saved him. He picked up the broken milk tea and threw it into the trash can, then fled the classroom with the trash can.
A strong wind suddenly blew outside the classroom, and the blue sky was covered with dust, and the bright colors were instantly lost. Branches and plastic bags were rolled up and circled in mid-air. The damp smell of earth drifted with the wind and poured into the classroom through windows and doors. The distant thunder was trapped in the clouds and made a dull sound.
Is it going to rain? Obviously, the sun was here just now.