Ming

The bell for the last get out of class rang.

As usual, Zhong Ling ran to Kan tomorrow's classroom as soon as school was over.

There were only two people left in the classroom, one was Kan Mingming, and the other was a boy whom Zhong Ling also knew.He seemed to be talking to Kan Mingming, but Kan Mingming had his back turned to him, so he couldn't see his expression.But from the perspective of Zhong Ling outside the window, the scene in the classroom looks like a painting.The afterglow gently sprinkled on the faces and shoulders of the two of them, Kan Mingming's head was slightly lowered, the boy was smiling, and his smile was very gentle.

Zhong Ling suddenly felt that this should not be the case.

She didn't know why, but she just felt that the boy was an eyesore.In the past, when she came to wait for Kan to leave school tomorrow, she would occasionally see that boy deliberately wandering beside Kan's seat tomorrow. At that time, she didn't think too much about it. Today, she doesn't know what's wrong, and she always has a bad feeling in her heart.

Zhong Ling was leaning at the door of their class, a little lonely for no reason.

The boy raised his eyes and noticed her, smiled at her, and quickly left with his schoolbag on his back. When he passed by her side, he even greeted her in a rare way: "Student, come and wait for me, my lord."

He still said it with a smile, and he seemed to regard himself as someone from "Xiao Tian".

Zhong Ling hated it very much in her heart, but it was not easy to show it on the surface, so she could only reply with a half-smile: "Yes."

Kan will pack up quickly tomorrow, just like yesterday, like any other day before, when he sees her, he holds her arm affectionately and smiles at her.

Usually at this time, they would start to communicate about what class they took today, the teacher criticized or praised someone, and everyone in the class seemed to be in a secret relationship with someone. In fact, there are not so many new things, but, When seeing Kan tomorrow, Zhong Ling seemed to unconsciously have a lot to say, but Kan tomorrow would just listen to her quietly, sometimes adding a sentence or two, not many.

They work well together, one is a natural speaker and the other is a natural listener.

Zhong Ling still wanted to tell her what happened today and make her laugh like yesterday, but she couldn't cheer up.

Even when Kan Mingming's arm came over, he really wanted to shake it off.But she still didn't do that after all, fearing that Kan would be sad tomorrow.

So she tried her best to pull out a smiling face, even though it was uglier than crying.

Hui Zhilan's heart was like tomorrow, and she immediately found out that something was wrong, but she didn't say anything, but said very gently, "Let me treat you to mango fried ice!"

Zhong Ling felt relieved a little bit, and only a little bit.

At least she knows that I like mango the most, and I haven't forgotten it since the first time I told her.

They were sitting at the dessert shop in front of the school. This was the one they visited most often. After all, it was near the school, and Zhong Ling liked the taste of this shop the most.

They once ate all the dessert and cold drink shops in this city. Zhong Ling chose the mango flavor, and Kan Mingtian liked the strawberry flavor.Then, not surprisingly, both of them were sent to the hospital because they ate too many cold drinks that weekend night.But Zhong Ling is still very happy, because even if she is sick, she can still be with Kan tomorrow, which is not a loss.

Kan will look thinner than her tomorrow, in vain, and small. When she got sick that time, she felt a little smaller again. She was on an IV with herself beside her, and she looked depressed. Zhong Ling thought The child hurts again.I wish I could go through this pain instead of her.But Kan is still comforting her tomorrow, "It's okay, don't worry, Dad has asked us for leave, and we don't have to go to school tomorrow, aren't you happy?"

After speaking, he laughed to himself, "I don't have to go to school tomorrow, and Ah Ling doesn't have to go to school either."

Kan Mingming's face is also small, his eyes can't be seen when he smiles, and there are small dimples, so pretty.No matter how you look at it, you don't get tired of it.

But now, this smiling face was still facing her, as if she couldn't tell that she was angry.

Zhong Ling was a little discouraged and aggrieved:

"He called you Xiaotian just now."

Kan Mingming smiled: "He was confessing his love to me just now, and I have already rejected him, don't worry."

I don't know what's going on, but as long as it comes out of Kan Mingming's mouth, she can quickly accept and execute it. She said that she can rest assured, as if the phrase "Xiaotian" is nothing.

"Okay, let's go home."

Kan took Zhong Ling's arm again tomorrow. This time, Zhong Ling didn't feel awkward and reluctant, but happily slid down his arm for a while, and took Kan Ming's hand.