Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The last week before the May Day holiday passed quietly in a subtle and hazy atmosphere.

During the day, Song Nanxiang’s WeChat account belongs to the lively and cheerful “沉鱼鱼” (Cheng Xiaoyu).

They shared their trivial daily lives: Nanxiang took a picture of the steaming hot dumplings in the cafeteria early in the morning, and Xiaoyu immediately replied with a picture of the exquisite Hong Kong-style shrimp dumplings made by her aunt.

When Nan Xiang complained about the boring lecture on the history of education in the afternoon, Xiaoyu sent her a selfie of herself looking at a math test paper with a "lifeless" look.

Nan Xiang found a wisteria in full bloom by the library window and took a photo of it and sent it to Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu immediately replied with a series of starry-eyed emojis saying "So beautiful!" and "I want to check in!"

This interaction is full of intimacy and vitality between girls, like bubbles in the sun, light and lively.

However, when night fell and the clock quietly passed nine o'clock, the owner of the account named "沉鱼鱼" quietly changed.

After taking a shower, Nan Xiang dried her half-dry hair and curled up on her bed in the dormitory, picking up her phone as usual.

The screen lit up, and in the top dialog box, a new message lay quietly there:

Chen Yuyu: Good evening. How's your ankle feeling today?

The tone was calm, with a kind of calmness and...directness rarely seen in the "sinking fish" during the day.

Nan Xiang has gradually become accustomed to this kind of switching and just thinks it is the other party's "battery exhausted" mode at night.

A Little Orange: Much better! The swelling is down. Walking is still a little awkward, but the doctor said it's healing well. Thanks for your concern! [Cat Rolling.jpg]

Nan Xiang replied and took a photo of her ankle, which had been medicated and still slightly swollen but looked much better than a few days ago, and sent it over.

She didn't think much about it, she just felt that "Xiao Yu" was very thoughtful and always cared about her.

Chen Yuyu: Well, that's good. Remember to apply the ointment on time. What did you do today?

The other party's reply was not fast, but every word seemed carefully considered, with a calm concern.

Nan Xiang thought for a moment and took out a small drawing she had scribbled with colored pencils by the library window that afternoon.

The painting shows several graceful tulips, with petals shaded in soft pink, purple and light yellow, and upright stems and leaves. The background is the hazy shadows of trees outside the library window.

She is not a professional, but has learned a little about education. Her strength lies in her meticulous observation and her painting style is fresh and clean.

A Little Orange: [Picture] I drew this while slacking off in the library this afternoon. The flowers outside the window haven't bloomed yet, but a few have in my head~ [covering my face and laughing.jpg]

On the other end of the phone, in the neurosurgery office of Zhongya Hospital, Yu Guichen, who had just finished an operation, took off his sterile cap, his forehead hair slightly wet.

He leaned back in his chair and clicked on the picture.

The light from the screen reflected on his slightly tired but still handsome face.

The tulips drawn with colored pencils have soft lines and warm colors, exuding a quiet and peaceful atmosphere of life.

His fingertips gently slid across the tulips on the screen, and his eyes behind the lenses deepened a little.

He clearly remembered the moment when they passed each other in the hospital a few days ago. The fragrance lingering in her hair was the unique fragrance of jasmine that had first bloomed and then turned into tulips.

At this moment, the fragrance seems to spread again through this small piece of drawing paper.

Chen Yuyu: Very well drawn. Very lively.

His praise was concise and direct, without any exaggerated emoticons, but it seemed particularly sincere.

Chen Yuyu: Tulips? Very special flowers.

He deliberately mentioned the flower's name with a subtle hint of temptation.

A little orange: Ah, you recognized me! [happy spinning.jpg] It's a tulip. I think it blooms very elegantly yet a little stubbornly. I love it.

Nan Xiang was a little pleased; she hadn't expected the other person to recognize her immediately. She looked at the comment "very lively" and felt a strange ripple in her heart, a subtle sense of pleasure, a sense of being truly appreciated.

This feeling of being "understood" was a bit strange, causing her to subconsciously ignore the calmness in the other person's tone that was inconsistent with the "Girl Xiaoyu" character and... a hint of indescribable familiarity?

Chen Yuyu: Mm. Elegant and stubborn. Very fitting.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Yu Guichen's lips.

This description vaguely coincided with the impression she gave him - gentle and picturesque on the outside, but with a bit of unknown tenacity and...occasionally "abstract" in her bones.

Chen Yuyu: Go to bed early. Your foot injury needs to heal. See you on May Day.

He ended the conversation at the right time, like a true and tactful "friend".

Just the right amount of care and just the right amount of communication are like a feather scratching the tip of your heart, leaving a slight itchy aftertaste.

Nan Xiang's heart beat faster for some reason when she saw the words "See you on May Day".

She shook her head and attributed it to the fact that "Xiao Yu"'s style in the evening was too considerate of an older sister, which made her feel a little dependent on her.

She patted her face and muttered softly: "Song Nanxiang, what are you thinking about? I'm just a lovely sister!" She forced herself to suppress the strange throbbing in her heart.

On the other side, Yu Guichen put down his phone and tapped his fingertips unconsciously on the table.

The computer screen showed a complex brain CT image, but his thoughts drifted to the colored pencil tulip and the girl whose presence seemed so close to him despite being separated by the screen.

He picked up the thermos on the table and took a sip of water. His Adam's apple rolled and his eyes behind the lenses were deep and determined.

He plays this kind of "role-playing" game with ease and patience.

Because that day the sun moved before him, his nose remembered her, and his heart was also there.

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The May Day holiday is just around the corner, and the campus of Tanzhou Normal University is filled with a restless atmosphere.

Song Nanxiang's heart was like a sail filled with spring breeze, full of anticipation but also a little bit of uneasiness about the unknown.

The swelling in her ankle has basically subsided and she can walk without difficulty. Her suitcase has been packed and she is waiting for the high-speed train tomorrow morning.

At noon, when it was almost time for lunch break, Nan Xiang’s phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from “沉鱼鱼”.

Chenyuyu: Sister Orange! Tomorrow! We'll meet tomorrow! Rubbing hands excitedly.jpg

Chenyuyu: What time did you arrive at Yuhang High-Speed Railway Station? Which exit did you take? I'll be there waiting for you! I'll make sure I see you first! [Star Eyes Launch.jpg]

Her tone is Cheng Xiaoyu's signature lively one, and you can feel her excitement through the screen.

Nan Xiang smiled and replied with the specific train number and arrival time, as well as the location of the south exit of the high-speed rail station.

A Little Orange: [Train Information] South Exit ~ Don't worry, I'll be easy to spot in that green dress! [covering face and laughing.jpg] You should also be careful and don't go to the wrong place!

During the day, Xiaoyu is still the cute girl who is full of energy and full of enthusiasm for the upcoming "face-to-face meeting". Nan Xiang's expectations are also infected by her and become more concrete and vivid.

Time slipped quietly into night.

In the dormitory, Xu Yihan and Yuan Qingtang had already gone to bed, but a faint light was still shining through Gong Hongyue's bed curtains, probably because she was still reading.

Nan Xiang leaned against the headboard, checking the final luggage list, her phone screen dimly lit in the darkness.

Just after nine o'clock, the pinned dialog box lit up on time with a new message prompt.

Chen Yuyu: Departing tomorrow?

Four simple words, no emoticons, and the tone was calm as if confirming an ordinary business matter.

This is exactly the "night mode" that Nan Xiang is familiar with.

A Little Orange: Yeah, early morning high-speed train. Everything is ready~ [sitting and waiting obediently.jpg]

Nan Xiang replied and sent a photo of her packed suitcase. On the lid of the suitcase was the book she planned to read on the high-speed train.

Chen Yuyu: South exit?

The other party replied almost immediately, but the information he asked about had already been confirmed during the day.

Nan Xiang's fingertips paused.

It’s a bit strange. Isn’t Xiaoyu always very reliable and has a good memory at night?

I clearly said it during the day.

But she changed her mind and thought, maybe the other party wanted to confirm it again to make sure everything was correct?

After all, it was our first meeting.

A Little Orange: Yes, south exit, the train number is G1346, expected to arrive at 12:19.

She repeated it patiently.

Chen Yuyu: Yeah. Got it.

The reply was still concise, with a sense of calmness that everything had been settled.

Chen Yuyu: Be careful on the road and take good care of your luggage. Let me know when you arrive.

Like the end of every evening chat, with an unquestionable concern, yet maintaining just the right distance.

A Little Orange: Yeah! Got it, goodnight, Xiaoyu~ You should get some rest too! [Goodnight Moon.jpg]

Nan Xiang put down her phone, and the slight doubt in her heart was gently wiped away by this caring reminder.

She just thought it was a more subtle manifestation of Xiaoyu's personality that was unique to the evening.

This feeling of calmness and reliability made her feel inexplicably at ease on the eve of her departure.

She turned off the desk lamp and closed her eyes in the darkness. The ripples of West Lake were sketched in her mind, and there was also a hint of anticipation of meeting "cute girl Xiaoyu" tomorrow, and... a subtle sense of trust in "Xiaoyu" who always appeared at the right time at night and gave sound advice.