〖short story〗

At dawn, Geng Sanyong knocked on Li Zhuxue's door and asked her if Luo Xiaomei was here.

Li Zhuxue opened the door and turned to let him in, pointing to Luo Xiaomei who was sleeping on the bed.

"I was happy yesterday. I drank too much. Let's talk about it when she wakes up." Li Zhuxue took out two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator, and handed one to Geng Sanyong.

Geng Sanyong looked down and said, "Drink less Coke, it's not good for your teeth."

"Thank you." Li Zhuxue thought, he is really a good person.

"Xiaomei is a bit headstrong, take care of her more in the future." Li Zhuxue said suddenly.

Geng Sanyong was a little uncomfortable, Li Zhuxue was only Luo Xiaomei's friend, it was strange to be told so, but he could only nod his head.

Li Zhuxue continued: "Xiaomei seems to have a big idea, but in fact it is easy to be led away by other people's opinions. What important things will happen at home in the future? You think of a few solutions and let her choose, otherwise she will Panic."

Geng Sanyong nodded again.

Li Zhuxue continued: "In fact, she loves her parents very much. You can take her home to see more, but she likes to argue with her mother. Don't follow her to talk about her mother, or she will take revenge on you." Completely laughed.

Geng Sanyong felt that Li Zhuxue was getting more and more detailed.

Li Zhuxue tilted her head and glanced outside, and the flowers in the yard were in full bloom: "I have a problem with my work in Kyoto, so I have to go back. Xiaomei has the key here, let her come back when she is free." Help me water the flowers."

"Are you leaving? When? Don't you leave after drinking the wedding wine?" Geng Sanyong suddenly thought about Teacher Zhang again, "You should go to Teacher Zhang's first seven."

"The teacher won't let me go, she said that if I don't go back and do my job well, I won't be allowed to enter the house in the future." Li Zhuxue turned on the phone while speaking, and showed Geng Sanyong the teacher's wife's text message.

Geng Sanyong smiled: "Teachers love to look forward to this, Li Zhuxue, you don't have to worry too much, we will go together when the time comes."

"I don't dare to disobey my teacher's wishes." Li Zhuxue shook her head, "I'm also in a rush for work, so I'll leave first, you tell Xiaomei."

"Let's wake her up. If she wakes up soon and you're not here, she must blame me." Geng Sanyong spoke sincerely.

"No need, she was so excited at the thought of getting married last night that she stayed up in the morning, let her sleep a little longer." Li Zhuxue opened her eyes and said nonsense, Geng Sanyong really showed a satisfied and shy smile when she heard it.

Li Zhuxue pulled the suitcase from the room, walked to the door, turned around and waved at Geng Sanyong, glanced at the door of Luo Xiaomei's room from the corner of her eye, thinking that it would not be good to leave the two of them here: "Brother Sanyong, I have a computer in the box, which is a bit heavy, why don't you take me to the railway station in the county?"

Geng Sanyong was ashamed, and quickly followed: "It's my fault, it's my fault, walk around, I'll take you there."

The two of them closed the door, and the room became instantly quiet.

Luo Xiaomei slowly put down the quilt that half covered her head, the pillow was already dizzy.

She just lay still on the bed, her mind kept echoing what Li Zhuxue said after she fell asleep last night.

She said, Xiaomei, to be a beautiful bride!

Li Zhuxue got on the train, rubbed her smiling face, and stood at the junction of the aisle. She bought a ticket temporarily and had no seats, so she had to stand at the transit station and think of a way out.

Facing the receding mountain scenery outside the window, she sighed deeply.

In fact, she still wants to drink Xiaomei's wedding wine, and wants to see how she looks in a wedding dress...

But last night when Xiaomei made such a fuss, she felt a little guilty, as if she was going to Xiaomei's wedding banquet to make trouble.

What's the fuss, everyone lives peacefully, isn't it?

-End-

The author has something to say:

It's over, sprinkle flowers!

A plain story is over, it doesn't matter if you read it or not, the author has never written an article so sincerely, I am happy.