Xia Chang

Wu Xiaochuan lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

She shook her bony protruding shoulders and held up a translucent passion fruit tea in her hand. She was wearing an embroidered ethnic swimsuit and sat on a chair beside Teng Xi.

"If I had to say three words now, it would be 'I really regret it'." Wearing sunglasses, Teng Xi said to Wu Xiaochuan with sunscreen on her bare arms and shoulders, shaking the ice water in her hand.

The shady part of the water world is a rest area for chatting and eating. Wu Xiaochuan was dragged here by Tengxi, but the two of them did not enter the water for fun in the end. Staring at the laughing and screaming children on the slide, I was in a daze.

Wu Xiaochuan's hair is not long, tied into a very short low ponytail. She took a big sip of passion fruit tea and said, "You can't think so, after all, he said he likes you."

"It's not that I regret being together, it's that I regret not being more subtle—"

"He's already prepared that, so why be reserved? I think he's either regretting it, or he's in poor health." Wu Xiaochuan pursed his lips and stared straight at Teng Xi.

Teng Xi reached out and took off the sunglasses on her face. She hurriedly flipped through the phone, and then, gritting her teeth, was about to stick the screen on Wu Xiaochuan's face.

Teng Xi said: "He told me that his sister was afraid of killing people, so she stuffed it in his bag. He had no idea at all. Maybe he... really doesn't like me that much."

"You lick the dog."

"I'm not."

Teng Xi rubbed her itchy eyes, and chewed the ice cubes in her mouth, making a crisp sound; her pair of delicate breasts folded, and separated again uneasily.

Wu Xiaochuan narrowed her long and narrow eyes, pretending to slam her forehead against the table, and suddenly asked gloomily, "Could that read be a transference?"

"It's hard to say." Teng Xi didn't need to hide the sorrow bursting in her heart, she answered with a frown.

"Think about it carefully, he can leave you and go home, he doesn't care about your feelings at all, I don't know with you, but with me, it's a shame, what are lovers, lovers are strangers .”

Teng Xi felt that Wu Xiaochuan was a hundred times more angry than himself, but there was a gap in people's concepts, so Teng Xi did not respond to her, but said: "At least I like him wholeheartedly, you don't have to deny it completely, I feel comfortable A period of time is enough, falling in love is not getting married, of course there is a chance to go back on your word."

"Fuck you, if you give him to someone else now, are you willing?"

Teng Xi's breathing stopped, and it took a few seconds before she began to blink her eyes. Her voice overflowed from her throat to her nasal cavity, and she said sweetly, "Of course I don't want to."

Wu Xiaochuan knew that Teng Xi had changed, and she couldn't tell whether it was positive or negative. Her and Teng Xi's ideas didn't completely match, so she couldn't find a unique answer.

Teng Xi's expression is full of happiness, assuming she was loved once, of course she would not get these; Teng Xi's love is straightforward and lush, just like flowers growing in clusters in summer, adorning her sight and face brightly.

The cold war didn't last long, and Teng Xi was willing to use a tactic. She didn't take the initiative to contact Zhang Nian again, but she didn't expect that Zhang Nian's resignation would come too late, until all tolerance and patience were about to run out. Come.

Tengxi's summer vacation was spent peacefully and anxiously in the mixture of sweetness and bitterness.

The cold wind quickly froze the mall into a hard and fragile shell.

People were enjoying the extravagant chill in midsummer. Sitting outside the glass window, Liu Xiaobai wrapped his legs with a shirt. He looked into the composition class room, his gaze was no different from that of the parents beside him.

The coffee was also cold, and there were roller skating equipment in the bag at his feet. Liu Xiaobai also carried a cross-body canvas bag. His thin eyelids were closed, and he was about to fall asleep chewing on a straw.

Liu Xiaobai's summer vacation has just started.

Zhang Nian signed up for this composition class with a very small number of people. He had to come to class every afternoon, and after that, he would teach Liu Xiaobai roller skating after dinner.

The teacher couldn't understand the terminology, nor could he understand the symbols dancing wildly on the electronic screen. Liu Xiaobai had already finished his sleep, so he went to observe the people sitting in the classroom carefully, to see what clothes and shoes they were wearing, and to see their pale faces. Not pretty.

Zhang Nian was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and his broken hair was naturally placed on his forehead. He was absorbed in listening, and sometimes wrote something in his notebook.

Time is like a glass of ice water, it will not wait for Liu Xiaobai to get ready, it will be tilted, and then flow away quickly, leaving a few pieces of ice as broken memories.

Always imperfect, always flawed.

Liu Xiaobai is regretting it, he prefers to be a designer, but the reality is like a wall in front of him, lifeless and solid, of course he can't listen to all the cries related to ideals.

Giving up is the easiest thing to do.

But Zhang Nian is different. In addition to being able to easily get in touch with hobbies, he also has the money and time to do a lot of experiments, such as the piano that he doesn't particularly like, and the composition that is just getting started.

After class was over, Zhang Nian hadn't come out yet, so he went to say goodbye to the teacher first, and then, when he came to the glass, he snapped his fingers at Liu Xiaobai, who was holding a cup of coffee outside.

Zhang Nian has a small bag on his shoulder. He is taller, with sharper edges and corners protruding from his cheeks. He is about to cross the threshold from youth to youth and become a fresh and steady him.

The stylishly dressed girls in the class followed Zhang Nian out. They teased and said, "Oh, come and wait every day. Is Zhang Nian your little boyfriend?"

"No...it's my classmate."

Zhang Nian's tone was not tough at all. After he denied it, he couldn't calm down for a while, but he could only pretend to be calm; when he looked up, he found Liu Xiaobai raised his arms to cover his face, smiling shyly.

"What are they talking nonsense, I won't wait for another day." Liu Xiaobai's voice was squeezed out from his throat, with a bit of unsuitable difficulty, but also sticky and mellow, he bit his lip, and his eyelids were red.

Zhang Nian just looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then bent down, picked up the bag containing the equipment, and said, "Let's go, go eat."

Liu Xiaobai suddenly dodged him nervously, and walked a few meters away until he passed a street with strong sunlight outside. He suddenly came up again and said to Zhang Nian: "It's so embarrassing, they really think too much, it's so embarrassing to me gone."

"I thought you had a thick skin."

"You are the one with the thickest skin. You are the thickest, thicker than the cross section of the earth."

"Okay," Zhang Nian tried his best, but the bag in his hand was snatched by Liu Xiaobai. Zhang Nian just walked away empty-handed, looked at the places to eat on his phone, and said, "I'm too thick-skinned. Unlike you, who take everything seriously."

The ice cream cone melts quickly in summer, so Liu Xiaobai immediately took a big bite, he wanted to share it with Zhang Nian for a moment, but his eyelashes flickered, and he quietly withdrew his hand and asked, "Do you want it? I buy for you."

"You have been enlightened, do those girls know magic?" Zhang Nian sat opposite Liu Xiaobai, and he said gloomily while holding the receipt for the meal.

Liu Xiaobai was keeping quiet, hesitating, then handed the ice cream to Zhang Nian's mouth, and said lightly, "Take a bite?"

The smell of red grapes mixed with cream turned into a sweet whirlwind in his nasal cavity. Zhang Nian raised his eyes. He looked at Liu Xiaobai's face, unaware that he was about to pinch a hole in the small ticket in his hand.

The bitten ice cream still tastes like ice cream, sticky, milky, red grape flavor, very sweet.

Zhang Nian felt his teeth were cold, he took a big bite, and then swallowed impatiently.