"Go to bed quickly." This was his reply, and Zhang Yang's furry little head lowered.
…
The three years of high school flew by, and the intense study in the later years blurred the excitement of youth. The four of them all had ideal results in the end. Luo Jiming promised to go to the same university as Qi Yu, and although Zhang Yang went to a different school, it was very close.
Luo Jiming and Xu Nuo moved out as soon as they entered university, and they were acting affectionate with each other as if no one was around. Zhang Yang was so envious that he was going crazy and planned to confront Qi Yu directly.
"The 52nd streetlight on University Road from the north. I'll be waiting for you here at 8 o'clock."
Qi Yu looked at the text message on his phone that read like a declaration of war and laughed uncontrollably. There were only about sixty street lights on University Road, and the fact that Zhang Yang insisted on counting from the north to the 52nd was self-evident.
Qi Yu didn't want to escape, and it was also an answer for himself and Zhang Yang. He left the dormitory at seven o'clock, and it was only ten minutes away from University Road.
"Qi Yu!" Qi Yu was stopped by her instructor just as she took a step. "There's something wrong with your file. Hurry up and go to the office to get it calibrated. This is a serious matter."
"Teacher, I'm busy now, I..."
"Nothing is as serious as this. Hurry and get over it."
…
Qi Yu walked out of the office. The time on his cell phone showed 8:20. He ran towards University Road as fast as he could.
Under the street light, Zhang Yang sat alone on the steps, his curly head drooping, and every little curl looked listless.
"Yang Yang!"
Qi Yu ran over, his usually impeccably dressed white shirt soaked with sweat. Zhang Yang didn't look up, and Qi Yu felt a sudden surge of panic. Before she could even catch her breath, she lifted his little face with trembling hands.
Zhang Yang cried miserably, just like when those kids called him a foreign devil when he was a child, and Qi Yu's heart was wrenched.
"Yangyang... Yangyang, I'm sorry, I'm late. I like you. I always have. I've liked you since junior high school, no, since elementary school..."
His words were incoherent and were interrupted by Zhang Yang's crying.
"Qi Yu, I hate you so much!"
Qi Yu picked him up and patted his back gently, his heart so sour and bitter that it was about to explode, "I'm sorry, Yangyang, I'm an idiot, I'm a coward, you can hit me... I didn't mean to be late..."
"Why don't you... kiss me quickly!" Zhang Yang was still sobbing, but questioned him seriously.
Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly kissed him impatiently, and her right hand touched the fluffy little curls on the back of his head.
"Yangyang, baby."
…
"I'm back!" Zhang Yang kicked off his sneakers and jumped into the house.
"Who are you going out to play with today?" Qi Yu, still wearing an apron, stared at him with a resentful look on her face.
"Good Xiaoyu, good husband, don't be jealous, it's just a team building for colleagues..."
Qi Yu didn't reply. Zhang Yang came over sensibly, squeezed into his arms, and rubbed his head against him as docilely as a lamb.
Qi Yu was in a better mood and kissed him secretly, but was caught on the spot. Zhang Yang knew that he was no longer angry, so he kissed him again.
"Jealous Xiaoyu!"
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