Spontaneous Combustion

In Ruan Wei's unilateral memory, that was the first time Shen Tingmo appeared in his life.

He was wearing a white shirt that participated in the department's welcome activities. His hair looked simple and tidy, revealing a full forehead and neat eyebrows. The bridge of the nose and eyebrows were straight, and the lips were thin and light-colored. He was a standard cool school girl. looks.

Walking well on the road, a large living person suddenly hung on his back. Naturally, Shen Tingmo was in a bad mood. He glanced over coldly and made Ruan Wei silent.

The two froze in place while maintaining a weird posture. People were coming and going, and many eyes gathered. Seeing that Ruan Wei didn't intend to let go, Shen Tingmo couldn't help but said: "Let go."

The alienated and indifferent voice brought Ruan Wei back to his senses, and hurriedly backed away a distance: "Hold... sorry, I just... didn't stand firm just now."

Shen Tingmo didn't intend to continue the conversation, but just nodded to accept his apology, turned around and walked forward.

On this occasion, it was a breeze to identify the identity of the other party. Those who were empty-handed must be seniors and sisters, and the freshmen were without exception carrying large or small luggage.

Ruan Wei didn't know what she was thinking, so she raised her hand and grabbed the hem of the other person's clothes and pulled it. Without the restraint just now, she struck up a conversation very familiarly: "Senior, are you from the School of Humanities?"

Shen Tingmo glanced at him, frowned slightly, raised his finger to give him a direction, it was the simple shed where the loud senior sister was staying, still cherishing words like gold: "Over there".

Ruan Wei was provoked by the avoidance of the other party, and soon came up with a small temper: "I know it's over there. I'm asking you, not the School of Humanities."

This may be the first time for Shen Tingmo to meet a freshman like Ruan Wei——

He is obviously fair and clean, and looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is fierce and fierce. He doesn't have the slightest respect for his seniors, and he is forced to socialize when he comes up.

I don't know if it's out of curiosity or sense of responsibility as a senior, Shen Tingmo rarely said a few words: "I'm from the School of Economics and Management."

The good-looking senior was willing to talk to him, and the little sparks on Ruan Wei's body went out immediately, and he continued to create topics on his own:

"Management is good. My family is in business. If it weren't for my poor grades, I could only apply for the art class. My dad also wants me to learn management."

"Well," the noisy voices around Shen Tingmo covered Shen Tingmo's casual answer.

Seeing that Shen Tingmo was about to go forward, Ruan Wei quickly followed with his suitcase, completely forgetting the task of reporting to the department: "Senior, hello, senior, what's your name? My name is Ruan Wei, Er Yuan Ruan, the blue Wei."

Shen Tingmo looked at Ruan Wei walking and bouncing from the corner of his eye, and suddenly thought of the emoticons that students often send in the class group.

A kitten ran after the train, and most of the accompanying text was: classmate, classmate, let me copy my homework, or: brother, brother, help me make a meal, help me sign in, and so on.

Shen Tingmo felt that Ruan Wei's movement of chasing him now was not very similar to that kitten, but exactly the same.

"Shen Tingmo, Ting in the courtyard, strange Mo," came a deep and pleasant voice.

Shen Tingmo, the courtyard of the courtyard, strange Mo.

There is always a difference between dreams and reality. The out-of-focus plots in memory are sharpened in dreams and become extremely clear.

Ruan Wei saw the red trumpet held by the loud senior sister, the silver suitcase in his hand, the emerald green camphor on the side of the school road, and the brick-red teaching building in the distance.

I also saw Shen Tingmo's pure white shirt, thick black hair, and dark brown pupils, as well as a small red mole on the side of his neck, like a coral bead, cleverly positioned, just dotted on the light blue artery.

At that time, Ruan Wei didn't understand that it was a suitable place for lovers to kiss and leave traces.

In reality, Ruan Wei was taken aback by this thought, and woke up with a start, holding his own neck. He was still out of breath, and was staggered by his friend sitting face to face on the coffee table.

"You're going to die! You don't make a sound when you come back, just sit here and pretend to be a ghost to scare people!"

Ruan Wei, who was doubly frightened, blushed and cursed at Tong Jing.

"Ha... Doesn't this mean that you are dreaming well?" Tong Jing joked with a smile.

"Fuck off! It's scary," Ruan Wei pushed him away and stood up, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water to calm down.

"Tell me, what did you dream about? Could it be a spring dream? Your face is so red. It's in broad daylight. Is it appropriate?"

Tong Jing followed and poked him in the waist, and ran straight to Ruan Wei with a mean look.

"This is a normal physiological phenomenon after waking up. I'm still young, and if I don't respond, it's called sexual dysfunction!" Ruan Wei said with disgust while covering up the abnormality of her body:

"Don't you know how long I was solo? Where did I go to have sex dreams, and I blushed because you scared me out, big brother."

Tong Jing poked him with his elbow: "You are worthy of being solo, unrequited love is also called love, you made such a big noise back then, so who, Shen or something, isn't it a ready-made sexual fantasy object?"

"You want to die!" Ruan Wei dropped the water bottle and strangled him, chasing Tong Jing all over the room.

"At first glance, I was right. You little virgin, I think you need to find someone to vent your anger."

Tong Jing has been used to fighting with Ruan Wei since he was a child, and he likes to tease his little boy, it's like a firecracker during the Spring Festival, he jumps his feet in anger when he lights an open fire, it's so cute.

The two had been classmates since childhood and were in the same class in high school. When they graduated, Tong Jing wrote a comment on Ruan Wei's classmate record: flammable, angry, and explosive.

Sure enough, Ruan Wei was easily ignited, chasing and cursing at the same time, his movements were as agile as a jumping monkey.

"You are a virgin! Your whole family is a virgin!"

"Okay, okay, you are not a virgin, I am, okay, my grandfather and father are both virgins, our family reproduces asexually." Tong Jing ran away with his head in his arms.

"You reproduce fart, you are a single-celled animal that divides itself!"

"Master, my young master, hey, please, spare me, spare me!"

The two were crazy and tired, and sat back on the sofa to rest their feet. When Ruan Wei calmed down, his eyes were red, which was seen by the keen Tong Jing, and said innocently:

"What's the matter? Why are you still feeling uncomfortable? Shouldn't I mention it? Didn't you put down that white moonlight a long time ago?"

After yelling, Ruan Wei's throat was a little bloodshot, and his voice was sticky: "I met him again today."

Tong Jing was shocked: "What's the situation? Didn't he go abroad?"

"You will graduate even if you study abroad. It's been so many years. Can't people come back and work?"

"How did you meet? Did he talk to you?" Tong Jing picked up the water bottle he threw away during the fight, and handed it to the person.

Ruan Wei drank water, her throat cleared up, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I told you, he is my benefactor now."

Tong Jing stared: "What?"

Ruan Wei scratched her head: "No, my mother left me a sum of money in their bank before she died, and he managed it. From now on, he will be responsible for helping me with my financial management, sending me pocket money every month, and even caring about my marriage and having children. Sickness and old age or something."

Tong Jing seemed to be frightened, and opened his mouth wide enough to swallow an egg: "It's such a coincidence...fate, then do you want to reunite with him?"

"No, what are you thinking about all day long as a straight man?" Ruan Wei slapped him:

"I've never been with him before, and there's no mirror, so what's broken? What's round?"

"That's right," Tong Jing nodded: "What should it be called, Attempted First Love?"

Ruan Wei twirled his fingers and nodded reluctantly: "Maybe."

Tong Jing had a flash of inspiration: "Then do you want to continue your relationship with him?"

"The use of this word is still weird," Ruan Wei said with an expression like a fly that has eaten a mouthful.

"But why should I continue my relationship with him? Is it worth continuing the evil relationship?"

"Who knows," Tong Jing smiled meaningfully, "You've got one nerve in your head, and I haven't seen you changing cabbage for so many years, and you don't even care about getting married and having children, and where are you going to give birth."

"You're the pig!" Ruan Wei, who has outstanding ability to focus on key points, turned his head and ignored him.

Tong Jing leaned over to poke him with a shy face: "I was interrupted by you, and it was far away. You haven't talked about the situation of your meeting. I remember that he talked very little, like an ice cube. What did he tell you? ?”

"Say..." Ruan Wei opened and closed his lips a few times, revealing a confused look.

"He said...sweep it?"

Half Candy Tea

Wei Zai: I took the script of Love at First Sight, Attempted Unrequited Love!

Mr. Shen glanced at the broken mirror reunion script in his hand

Can't help but fall into deep thought