In the school playground, Yunxiang sat on a bench, lost in thought. It was a cloudy day, with no sun. The leaves rustled in the wind. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and let the wind brush against her cheeks.
Aunt Hu Nan's words were like a thorn in her heart, causing her plan to go awry.
Suddenly someone sat down next to him, and Yun Xiang knew who it was without even opening his eyes.
Cheng Che.
The scent of him was carried by the wind into Yun Xiang's nose. The corners of his mouth curved up and he said lightly, "I say I'm not allowed to get close to you, but someone keeps getting close to me."
"He said I wasn't allowed to tell anyone I knew him at school, but he also helped me move tables and chairs, made me food, and even let me win when playing basketball..."
She opened her eyes and looked at him hazily.
What do you think is going on?
Cheng Che crossed his arms over his chest, his face expressionless, he just glanced at her.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Yun wanted to ask him.
He uttered a weak "hmm".
Yun thought: "Do you have a fever?"
Cheng Che: "I don't know."
Yun Xiang pursed her lips, and seeing that his face was still not good, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Just when Cheng Che was about to lower his head, she suddenly moved closer, raised her hand and placed the back of her hand on Cheng Che's forehead.
Cheng Che's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes instantly, looking into Shang Yunxiang's beautiful, bright eyes.
She touched her forehead, then pressed it against Cheng Che's, mumbling, "You don't have a fever."
Why do you look so weak?
"Dizzy." Cheng Che said in a low voice.
"Do you want to go to the clinic?" Yun Xiang looked into his eyes with a burning look.
"No." He shook his head, his tone full of resistance.
Yun thought helplessly, "If I don't see a doctor when I'm sick, will it get better?"
"If you don't move, maybe." Cheng Che looked at her dimly.
Yun Xiang clicked his tongue, looking disgusted, "Cheng Che, don't pretend to be sick."
"Am I the kind of person who pretends to be sick?" Cheng Che immediately retorted.
But he didn't know that the more he refuted, the more he exposed his true colors.
Yun wanted to curl his lips, but then he looked up at the sky and smiled.
He knows whether he is faking illness or not.
Cheng Che knew that he was suspected.
He immediately turned sideways and raised his hand to pinch Yun Xiang's face, "Hey. Yun Xiang, trust me!"
Yun Xiang's face was pinched by him, and her mouth was pouted. Her words were a little unclear, "Feed the dog."
Cheng Che was speechless, what a good sentence to feed the dog.
Yun Xiang raised her hand, pried open his fingers, and pushed his hand away.
Just talk, why are you touching me?
The two of them sat down and didn't say anything else.
People were coming and going on the playground, everyone was talking and laughing, but Cheng Che and Yun thought it was too quiet here.
After a long time, Cheng Che couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so stubborn?"
Yun wanted to know if he was talking about her moving out, but she didn't say anything.
"Do you have to move out?" He frowned, insisting to hear the truth.
Yun Xiang lowered his head, his hands circling back and forth, "I told Sister Yi that we'll go sign the contract tonight."
Cheng Che was silent for a while.
The hustle and bustle of the playground was out of tune with them.
In the corridor of the teaching building, Song Jin asked Guan He, "Do you think we can keep A Che?"
Guan He: "It's hard to guess what the little girl is thinking."
This is an unsolved mystery.
Cheng Che also knew that feigning illness was pointless, and that Yun Xiang's decision was difficult to change because she had already thought it through.
Yun Xiang is not like Cheng Che. His mouth is faster than his brain. He says whatever he wants and does whatever he wants without considering the consequences.
night.
The weather was getting colder, and Song Jin and Guan He stopped riding their bikes.
The four of them walked out together. The weather was foggy and it looked like it was going to rain.
Everyone had their own thoughts, but Cheng Che and Yun Xiang were the most preoccupied, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
Song Jin really wanted to say a few words on Cheng Che's behalf to see if Yun Xiang could stay in the Cheng family.
But perhaps it was because the night was too quiet, or because everyone knew that Yun Xiang couldn't stay, but Song Jin swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue several times.
Yunxiang went to the coffee shop and Jiang Yi had been waiting for her for a long time.
The contract was placed on the table with a pen next to it.
It started to drizzle outside the window at some point. Yun Xiang looked out the window, his fingertips falling on the contract in his hand.
It was like a hallucination, and Cheng Che's face flashed wildly in my mind.
He would always stand outside the door, acting as if nothing had happened, but waiting for her deliberately.
——Cheng Che, are you here to take me home?
——Yes, I'll come and take you home. Is that okay?
——Why are you here?
——Waiting for you to come home, idiot.
He would pretend it was a coincidence to save face, but every time she pressed him, he would say he was waiting for her. His words were tough, but his heart was warm and delicate.
Seeing Yun Xiang's hesitation, Jiang Yi sipped her coffee elegantly and reminded him lazily, "Xiang Xiang, once you sign, the contract will take effect."
Yun Xiang clenched the pen in his hand.
Cheng Che’s face appeared again—must he move out?
Yun Xiang was also wondering whether she had to move out.
"Hey, tomorrow is November. It should be snowing every year, but it's still raining this year."
Time passed by minute by minute, Yun Xiang turned his head to look out the window, the rain was getting heavier...
"Think about it, did you bring an umbrella? Autumn rain is the coldest. If you get caught in the rain, you'll easily catch a cold..."
…
At the door of "What time do you come·cake", Cheng Che was lowering his head with the phone to his ear.
On the other end of the phone, Cheng Ya didn't answer.
Cheng Che frowned and lowered his head to send a message to Cheng Ya: "Why is the store not open today? Aunt, please call me back when you see my message."
The raindrops hit my face, crisp and cold.
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