On the first Monday of August, high school seniors start school early.
There are many boarding students in the Affiliated High School, and there is a tradition of returning to school early and studying in the evening.
In midsummer, I ride my electric donkey to school in the sunset.
She didn't dare tell Sheng Mingfeng about the car accident because her father liked to judge people and things, and he would definitely take back the electric donkey on the grounds that "you are not suitable for riding a bike."
She really likes riding a bike. The wind blowing across her face seems to smooth out all the mess. After practicing for a few days, she would occasionally get excited and twist the handlebars to the top. The moment she accelerated, everything around her would retreat, as if she had left time and space and was moving forward recklessly on an independent track.
She is the only one in control of this track.
She named her mount Xiaobai.
At 18:30, half an hour before evening self-study, Shengxia arrived at the school parking shed. She thought she was early enough, but the parking shed was almost full.
This may be the consciousness of the provincial key school. If it were No. 2 Middle School, it would be hard to say whether everyone would arrive on the first day of school, let alone arrive early.
Shengxia slowly moved the electric donkey to look for a spot. She was planning to park it in the teaching building next door if it really didn't work, when she caught a glimpse of a space in the corner.
Two mountain bikes were placed at an angle, domineeringly occupying the space of four cars.
She parked Xiaobai in the aisle and moved the car over.
The wheel diameter of a mountain bike is large, and there is no rear seat, so she didn't know how to start.
Only then did she notice that one of the bikes was not locked, and there was a schoolbag hanging on the front of the bike. The outermost zipper was half open, and she didn't know whether it was not tightly closed or simply forgotten.
This car owner is very generous.
It seems that the only option is to take the car out and then push it straight in.
She pushed the car out carefully, adjusted it, and was about to push it back when she heard a scolding.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
"let go!"
Shengxia suddenly raised her head, looked in the direction of the sound, and subconsciously let go of her hand -
With a few "bangs" there was a chaotic sound, and the bicycle lost its balance and fell to the side where the schoolbag was hung. The things in the schoolbag flew out from the half-open zipper and spread all over the floor.
“No way!” The boy who had yelled came over and looked at the “tragic scene” in front of him. “I told you not to let go like this, you…”
He glanced at the girl who was standing there at a loss, and was also confused, "Why are you here again?" Then he turned around and said to another boy who was walking towards him slowly, "A Shu, your car..."
In the midsummer, I didn't know where to put my hands. I didn't know whether to lift the bike first or pick up the things in my schoolbag first.
She glanced at the situation on the ground and was about to explain when she suddenly became numb - this glance almost sent her away!
This is... a pile of magazines and CDs.
Too! ?
Her eyes widened for two seconds, then she quickly turned her head away.
Although she couldn't understand a single word of the Japanese on the magazine cover, there was no better medium to convey the theme than pictures.
Those white bodies, those charming and seductive expressions and postures, those parts that she, as a girl, dared not look at...
In the midsummer, my heart beats like a drum, as if it is about to jump out. I feel my breathing stagnate, my brain is deprived of oxygen, my ears are instantly hot, and my face is more colorful than the sunset.
Now she didn't know where to look, and no sound came out of her throat. Her expression and movements were frozen. She could only look at the person who came, as if waiting for judgment.
Both boys were very tall, one fat and one thin, forming a sharp contrast. The fat one was the one who had just spoken, and the thin one was walking slowly behind with a can of soda in his hand.
As he got closer, the spotlight on the roof of the carport shone directly on his dark whorls of hair. His eyes were lazy under his fluffy bangs, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a smile, but without any sense of movement.
A bit unfocused.
The summer sunset becomes redder as the night goes on. A purple-red brocade spreads out behind the young man, and the leaves rustle in the evening breeze.
The world is silent, and everything as far as the eye can see is like a picture frame.
The figures of the two people in front of her felt very familiar to her, and the scene of the car accident a few days ago popped up in her mind.
She was too nervous at the time and didn't pay attention to what the two boys looked like. She only remembered that one was fat and the other was thin, riding a mountain bike...
At this moment, the fat man gave her the answer with a smile.
"Classmate, if scamming doesn't work, why don't you change your tactics?"
It really is them.
"Sorry, I, I just wanted to park the car." I didn't mean to knock over your car and discover your secret.
Of course she didn't say the latter part.
The two boys looked at the familiar white electric donkey parked next to them. The fat guy sneered: "Hey, you still dare to ride it?"
The thin man looked uninterested. He squatted on the ground, picked up the books and CDs that were scattered on the ground, and stuffed them back into his schoolbag.
Shengxia couldn't help but follow his gaze and saw his slender knuckles landing on those indescribable patterns...
Even though she was just picking up things, she blushed and her heart beat fast again.
As for him, his movements were neither fast nor slow, and he did not feel embarrassed at all about being "caught".
After packing up everything, he closed the zipper, slung his backpack over his shoulder, pushed the bike to the edge, turned around, raised his chin and pointed, "Stop."
Then he stood aside, leaned against the railing, took a sip from his can of soda, his Adam's apple rolling, and looked as if it had nothing to do with him.
Shengxia hesitated, said "Oh", quickly parked the car, grabbed her schoolbag and left quickly without even a polite nod and goodbye before leaving.
She just wanted to get going.
If time could go back, she would be willing to walk a few hundred meters further and park in the carport of the Grade 12 teaching building.
She started walking quickly at first, then suddenly started jogging after a few steps, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor of the teaching building.
"Why does it seem like she's being chased? This girl is so funny. Ah Shu, did you see that? Her hands were shaking like she was having epilepsy just now. Hahahaha, is it that scary?"
"You're exaggerating," Zhang Shu glanced at the giggling Hou Junqi, "Why are you yelling at her?"
Hou Junqi stopped laughing and stared: "?"
Zhang Shu threw the schoolbag to him and said, "If you don't get too surprised, nothing will happen. Is it something you owe me?"
Hou Junqi held tightly to his arms the treasure he had obtained with great difficulty, and then realized what was going on. He asked in surprise, "She won't tell tales, will she?"
Zhang Shu said: "No."
"That's good," Hou Junqi breathed a sigh of relief. "How do you know it won't happen? What if?"
Zhang Shu's eyes flashed with those wet eyes and pale lips. "Do you think she has the guts?"
She was so scared when she saw it, and you still expect her to describe it to others?
Although I don't quite understand what's so scary about this, I can be sure that she was not just shy, she was really scared.
Hou Junqi nodded: "Yes, every time I see her, she trembles. Hey, Shu, she is too white. Have you ever seen a woman so white? I think she is whiter than Chen Mengyao. Her hair is very long and flies in the wind. If her face is not red, she looks like Ah Piao..."
Zhang Shu: "You worry so much but you don't seem to lose weight."
Hou Junqi: ...
The two of them sat on the railings to enjoy the evening breeze. Hou Junqi looked at his watch and said, "They're not here yet. These bastards, do they want me to take them to class?"
Zhang Shu was obviously getting impatient: "Hurry up, are you coming or not? If not, don't rush to ask Grandpa for help another day. The bell is about to ring."
Hou Junqi: "Are you afraid of being late? That's so funny." It's good that I didn't report for the make-up class.