who is your baby

"You said... you want to go to Z University?"

Mai Yangchun stared at him blankly, in disbelief.

Z University is a top-ranked key university in China. Its reputation, authority, resources, and level can be regarded as among the best. However, compared with Tsinghua University, where everyone wants to get into, the difference may not be just a bit.

Why did this person give up such a good opportunity and fight against the school, just to go to a school that is not satisfactory?

Jiang Xintong looked at him fixedly: "I'm going to Z University."

His tone was relaxed and indifferent. He was not making a choice, nor had he thought it through carefully, as if everything was natural and following the trend.

Mai Yangchun was a little angry, angry at this person's reckless behavior, and instantly resonated with the aggressive boy he met just now—you are lucky to have it, if you don't cherish it, you are wasting your life, he frowned and said: " ... go out and talk."

All eyes have not yet returned, surprised, resentful, envious, jealous, and spectators, passed through their bodies relentlessly, and Mai Yangchun breathed out a breath of relief when he reached an invisible corner outside the building : "Speak, I'll listen."

Jiang Xintong's expression also slowly showed a little seriousness, a rare positive look: "What do you think of Tsinghua University?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's amazing. Don't talk about walking, I'll shoot if the college entrance examination score is close to the selection line." Mai Yangchun did not hesitate.

Jiang Xintong continued to ask: "This is amazing, in which aspect is it reflected?"

It was rare for Mai Yangchun to answer such a serious question, so he thought about it for a while: "Uh, teachers, environment, academics, atmosphere...these?"

"What you said, Z University is not much worse than Tsinghua University." Jiang Xintong said lightly, "You still can't escape general thinking."

Mai Yangchun, who was denied, was stunned for a moment, and stared at him dissatisfied: "What kind of general thinking, Z University just can't compare with Tsinghua University! I'm trying to persuade you as your friend, it's okay if you don't appreciate it, but you have to retaliate Come and teach me!"

Jiang Xintong paused: "You want to hear my opinion?"

"Listen!" Mai Yangchun raised his chin, indicating that the other party could start performing.

"You can't get into Tsinghua University."

The air was quiet for five seconds, and Mai Yangchun waited for a while for no reason, and finally looked at him strangely: "What nonsense are you talking about, of course I can't get into Tsinghua University! Are you mocking me?!" When he finished speaking, he was almost on guard Staring at each other, as if the next moment will show their fangs.

Jiang Xintong nodded: "This is the reason why I applied for disqualification."

"What——" Mai Yangchun's voice stopped abruptly, "Jiang Xintong, what are you talking about!"

He took a step back, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Do you think this is a play?!"

Jiang Xintong took a step forward very oppressively, lowered his eyelashes, and couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly: "I'm serious. I saw the speech on the blackboard in your classroom that day. Do you want to go to z—"

"—Whether I go to Z University or not has no conflict with your going to Tsinghua University!" Mai Yangchun's throat was a little dry and sore, and he was also burned by the fire. He couldn't help raising his voice, almost retorting violently.

Giving up the recommendation and choosing Z University, such a difficult decision, was done easily because of him?

Has this person ever thought about how he feels?

If one day, Jiang Xintong's feelings for him gradually fade away, and he can look back on the past with the attitude of an elder, and find out this regrettable memory, what kind of feeling will it be like?

He has no way of knowing, nor does he want to know.

He almost wanted to run away.

Mai Yangchun knew that he was still confused about his own future, and he couldn't bear another person's future.

Jiang Xintong didn't give him this chance, hugged him lightly, and buried his face into the other's shoulder with ease, "...Why are you angry? Is it because I didn't discuss it with you?"

It was rare for Mai Yangchun not to push him away, and his voice was dignified: "Do you think that if you go to Z University for me, I will agree to be with you? Or, you take advantage of my concern and use obediently to go to Tsinghua University as an excuse?" Threats to my terms?"

"...What?" Jiang Xintong's breath choked, and Mai Yangchun could clearly feel the dampness and heat in his shoulders dissipating for a moment, "Why do you think so? How could I..."

His voice gradually lowered until it became vague.

The two of them maintained this movement and stopped talking. After an unknown period of time, the clouds in the sky rolled up and relaxed, the birds flew back and forth a few times, and the cicadas kept singing. Only when the air was still condensing and freezing did Jiang Xintong speak weakly: "If you really want to think about it—"

He stood up slowly, holding his face with both hands cherishingly and reverently, his always deep and unfathomable eyes showed profound emotion, he used the usual tender tone, but without the hint of intimacy, he said slowly : "I'm in a long-distance relationship with you at Tsinghua University, why not just chase you for the rest of my life at Z University."

When, when, when—

The air was surging again, and small but lively movements began to be heard from the library, the teaching building, and the dormitories. Every window and door behind each door dimly reflected figures.

The wake-up bell rang.

This is the third week of Mai Yangchun's unilateral cold war, and it is also No. 15 days.

He thought he didn't like the cold war, but Jiang Xintong really made him change the rules.

Bai Xue saw Jiang Xintong waiting at the door of the classroom many times. It was obvious who he was waiting for, but every time Mai Yangchun brushed his shoulders as if he didn’t see him—this is not accurate, because he didn’t even want to rub his shoulders, almost avoiding the plague flashed in the same way.Jiang Xintong was unexpectedly soft like never before, a gesture of admitting defeat and not daring to act rashly, which was quite different from the previous strength.

These two really fell out.

Bai Xue is sure that it is not the kind of emotional problems that can be solved by hugging, kissing and holding high.

"Yangyang, what's wrong?"

Saturday morning was exceptionally beautiful. She moved a small stool and sat by the bed, looking worriedly at the person lying on the bed: "Are you sick?"

Mai Yangchun sniffed and said in a low voice, "I have a cold."

"This scene seems familiar." Bai Xue smiled teasingly, "Is it also a certain child who was lying on the bed last time?"

Mai Yangchun let out a snort from his nasal cavity, and looked away awkwardly, but saw the rosewood guitar placed in the corner with sharp eyes, "You... your things?"

"...No." Bai Xue was stunned for a moment, with a hesitant look on her face, "You don't want to see it? Then I'll take it out. I wanted to show you my latest piece of music."

"He didn't take it back?" Mai Yangchun was very calm, with black and white eyes.

Bai Xue cautiously said, "No, never. He said let me study hard. He has more important things to do."

"Half-hearted." Mai Yangchun whispered back the words the other party had accused him of, and then said hesitantly, "You...play me a song? I'm so sleepy..."

Bai Xue walked over to pick it up, and laughed and cursed in relief: "You still treat me like a live-action hypnosis music box, kid. ——What do you want to hear?"

"casual……"

The tender music flows gently in the small room, caresses Mai Yangchun's tired nerves, and jumps to his heavy eyelashes. His eyes gradually become blurred. One second before he is about to fall asleep, Bai Xue gently calls Said: "Yangyang."

"...What?" Mai Yangchun reluctantly opened his eyes.

Bai Xue said softly, "Why do you like me?"

This embarrassing question was finally revealed, and Mai Yangchun immediately came back to his senses. He turned his back on Bai Xue and said awkwardly: "There is no reason... If you like it, you like it."

"Really?" After getting an ambiguous answer, Bai Xue was not in a hurry, but let out a soothing breath, "Then... when did you start liking me?"

This answer has passed through Mai Yangchun's mind countless times, and he hardly needs to think about it: "I dreamed about you when I was in the second year of junior high school."

"Dream lover?" Bai Xue said helplessly, "Is your answer a little silly?"

"It's not the same." Mai Yangchun grasped the quilt tightly, and defended weakly: "My dream, it was, it was..."

Bai Xue said warmly: "It's Chun/Meng, you passed out/ejaculate the next day, I know it all."

"What?" Mai Yangchun nah, suddenly there was a kind of embarrassment and embarrassment that the ugly and rancid secrets were opened and displayed in broad daylight, "Then you still—"

"This is normal, Yangyang." Bai Xue was patient and gentle, like a mentor who taught lost children, "You have only had me as a friend of the opposite sex since you were young. It is normal for you to dream about these things. Some people will Dreaming about the big sister next door, the younger sister of a relative, or a gentle and considerate teacher, or a stranger who has never met, maybe the protagonists in each dream are different, and they don’t take it seriously every day when they wake up, because they always You can’t dream that one likes the other. It’s just a dream guided by a physiological reaction. Dreams and reality intersect but cannot be integrated, so why should you care about it, Yangyang?”

Mai Yangchun arched his back in bewilderment.

"Do you really like me? Like is not just talking. Like is willing to share all the joys, sorrows and joys with him. The advantages can be praised, and the shortcomings can also be tolerated. The positive and negative brought by the other party are willing to accept. Or change," Bai Xue plucked the stretched strings, and her cold voice sounded abruptly, "Yangyang, I'm not the one you're willing to take on and share with, do you still like me?"

The string sound seemed to hit his heart heavily, and he looked at the wall in astonishment and bewilderment, without speaking.

Do you really like me?

Do you still like me?

From 14 to 16 years old, there is only a moment in life, but in the shelf life of liking, it is too long.Mai Yangchun entrusted her feelings of liking to her for two years, more than 600 days, but the other party said: Is this liking?

He even started to linger.

What exactly is liking?

It is simple and clear to say, but when you think about it, it is as unpredictable as a handful of fog.

Jiang Xintong's feelings for him are too hot, aggressive, even aggressive, completely different from his expectations and fantasies about Bai Xue's recluse.He couldn't understand Jiang Xintong, and now he couldn't understand himself either.

He turned around, his usually clear eyes narrowed slightly in a daze at this moment, and he moved his lips, but there were a few meaningless syllables.

Bai Xue sighed, and said softly, "I'm never the first to receive your feelings. Yangyang, go to sleep."

She got up and closed the curtains, and went out softly.

The summer sunlight is bright and colorful, mischievous and trying hard to rush in through the curtains, the room is much darker, but you can still see all the decorations clearly.

He tentatively closed his eyes, but there was no familiar cold touch on the eyelids that once made him feel ashamed and at ease.

No sleepiness at all.

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