After arriving home that day, Wen Yi understood why Li Yan would stick to her and tell her not to leave when he was sick.
Jiang Mingxin helped her pack up all the books she had left at home a few days ago, including homework books from who knows how long ago.
There is also Li Yan's crooked signature on it, and the kraft paper-colored cover has oil stains from unknown years and years.
The homework book was pushed to the bottom by Li Yan, but Wen Yi still found it.
She was taking a shower in the bathroom at that time. Wen Yi had nothing to do and wanted to take a look at the childhood she had missed.
The first page of the homework book is not a childish pencil drawing as imagined, nor is it a math problem with a red cross.
Instead, it read "divorce agreement" in mature handwriting.
Wen Yi was stunned.
The yellowed paper pages show the long time, and if you rub it carefully, you can feel a slightly dry mark on the surface.
Wen Yi's index finger and thumb touched each other, and through the thin layer of paper, it seemed that what he was touching was not the teardrops from a few days ago, but Li Yan who was stunned and at a loss.
The agreement was drawn up hastily and seemed to be just a verbal thought without any homework.
But only one sentence is so clear and the ink is so profound.
Wen Yi closed the page, put the notebook back to its original place, and closed his eyes.
Her parents don't want her, I do.
Li Yan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. She recently fell in love with the feeling of a vacuum, which was extremely free.
But there is one thing that is not good. You have to be wary of someone's sudden fire.
After her hair was half dry, Wen Yi walked towards her and took the hair dryer silently.
Her fingertips touched the top of her head, leaving a slight shiver along the way, which made her squint her eyes in comfort.
"Do you want to talk to Zheng Sixheng and the others about the concert?"
Li Yan thought for a while, "I'll tell them later. I haven't started practicing yet."
Wen Yi responded in a low voice.
Soothing songs swirled around the room. The Bluetooth speaker was in the shape of a kitten, with a layer of colorful light floating above its head.
Li Yan reached out and changed the song.
"Will we be busier after school starts?" Li Yan asked.
Wen Yi turned off the hair dryer and rubbed her earlobes, "What's wrong?"
Li Yan: "I heard from others that the senior year of high school passed very quickly because there was no time to do other things."
Wen Yi lowered his head and kissed her, "I'll try to make your life less boring."
Li Yan smiled, "That's what you said."
Wen Yi turned her around and kissed her eyelids, "How about I surprise you with different tricks?"
Li Yan tilted his head and rubbed her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Then I will look forward to it."
If the papers for the second year of high school are like an endless river, then the papers for the third year of high school are like the overwhelming waves.
Li Yan was immersed in writing papers every day, not only the homework assigned by the teacher, but also the questions assigned by Wen Yi alone.
She suspected that the two of them had finished all the papers from across the country, but Wen Yi could get the latest questions every time.
Li Yan finally met her dance teacher. She studied for six and a half days a week, and spent the remaining half of the day in the practice room. The only time she had for painting was during self-study classes. I live my life on my fingers every day until I can’t even count them on my fingers.
Occasionally, I will broadcast live when I have the energy to maintain the precarious fan relationship.
The coming-of-age ceremony held by the school was held on the same day as the 100-day sprint, and the venue was arranged in an empty playground. After the oaths were recited, everyone was allowed to fly.
Today, many students brought small cameras and took photos with their good friends and teachers of various subjects.
Li Yan lay down on the lawn and looked at a few clouds floating in the not-so-blue sky.
The sun was hiding among the thick clouds and did not dare to come out. It must be that even its own blazing heat could not compare with their youthfulness.
Wen Yi hugged his knees and sat next to her, quietly relaxing with her.
In just this moment, Li Yan used his clairvoyance to hear many students' secret confessions of love.
So she turned to Wen Yi and asked, "Do you think someone will come to confess to you later?"
Wen Yi pinched the soft flesh of her cheek, "No one doesn't know that I am yours."
Li Yan was pleased by her words and laughed twice, "What if some people don't want to leave regrets?"
After saying this, a song suddenly appeared in Li Yan's mind and he sang it along with the melody.
"Regrets are common~ If you can express them to me~"
The sound of clattering footsteps rang in her ears, and Zheng Sixheng ran towards her, kicking up the dust under his feet.
"..." Li Yan cursed and stood up suddenly.
The people running over didn't know that she almost gave Li Yan a mouthful of dirt, and they happily waved to the people behind her.
"Hurry up, let's take more pictures!"
Wen Yi tidied Li Yan's hair and straightened her crooked ponytail.
The tail of her hair was naturally curved, blowing a fragrant wind into Wen Yi's heart.
Zheng Sisheng sat down calmly and wrapped his long arms around Li Yan, strangling him half to death.
"...Go away, can you loosen up a little?" She complained and opened her rope-like arms.
"Tch." Zheng Sixheng rolled his eyes, turned around and squeezed towards Li Xinyi.
Unfortunately, the range that the camera can cover is very small, and only three people can be accommodated at this angle.
She gave the camera to Li Xinyi, "Take good pictures. If you don't take good pictures, I'll beat you up later."
"..." Li Xinyi pursed her lips and said nothing, obediently letting her play with her arms.
The family status is very high. Li Yan said this out of nowhere.
Then she glanced at Wen Yi secretly.
If she dared to speak to Wen Yi like this, the latter would probably curl up his lips and smile wickedly, "What did you say?" and immediately press her down on the bed and gag her.
Li Yan glanced secretly again, but Wen Yi caught him.
"What are you looking at?"
Li Yan pursed his lips with a guilty conscience, "...Look at the puppy."
Wen Yi laughed.
Zheng Sixheng turned his head when he heard the sound, and his curiosity filled the screen: "Puppy? Where did the puppy come from? Show me!"
The remaining three: "..."
Li Xinyi pulled her back without saying anything, and Zheng Sixheng immediately scolded her: "Hey, why are you moving! I have to adjust it again!"
Li Xinyi was completely silent, as stiff as a wooden person.
Li Yan looked funny and subconsciously turned around to share, but when he met Wen Yi's eyes, most of his smile disappeared.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Yi licked his lips, leaned into her ear and lowered his voice, "I wonder what's wrong with my master?"
Li Yan blushed and pushed her away.
There was a unique human-shaped stand, and the four of them successfully took several group photos, but except for Zheng Sixheng, everyone else was an almighty scissor-hand.
To be precise, Li Yan is the ever-changing Scissorhands, because Li Xinyi has no hands to pose, and Wen Yi has one expression and one movement throughout the whole process.
Zheng Sixheng looked through the group photos happily, and only now noticed the overall expression: "..."
Angry: "You three seem to have been fucked."
Li Yan also looked at it and felt that Zheng Sixheng looked more like a pornographic person, but she held back and remained silent.
Li Yan said: "I can only take selfies." Or take a couple photo with Wen Yi.
"Here you go." Zheng Sixheng responded quickly and took the camera from Li Xinyi's hand and gave it directly to her.
The four people changed their seats into a four-square grid. Li Yan was holding a camera and Wen Yi in front of him. Zheng Sixheng's paw, which wanted to go solo, was pressed down by Li Xinyi and put in her pocket.
There's something in your pocket.
Zheng Sixheng touched it and took out a velvet box.
Hold.
When Li Yan watched Li Xinyi put the ring on her, all she could think of was that she knew I had brought it too.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yi beside her poked her arm and slowly took out a pair of rings from somewhere.
Li Yan's eyes widened in shock: "Why did you bring it?!"
Wen Yi lowered his eyes and held her hand, "I always feel that it will be used today."
Not really.
She knew there would be a senior group photo later, and she wanted to leave a long-lasting, indelible mark on the photos in front of the public.
Li Yan's previous words came true. Not long after he put on the ring, a boy came over and wanted to chat with Wen Yi alone.
Wen Yi did not agree, "If you have anything to say, just tell me here."
While speaking, he smoothed his hair from his forehead and unabashedly revealed the ring on his finger.
"Holy shit | What do you mean?" the boy said, "What fun is there with a girl? Do you need a boy if you want to have children?"
He may like outdoor sports, and his skin is tanned by long-term exposure to the sun. His clothes smell like soaked sweat, and his face is covered with stubble that he hasn't shaved cleanly for an unknown period of time.
Li Yan smiled.
Looking at the camera in his hand, he turned around and asked, "Can I take a picture of him?"
Zheng Sixheng's face was full of displeasure and he almost cursed. Although he didn't know what she wanted to do, he still agreed: "Just shoot whatever you want."
The camera clicked a picture of the little brother. Li Yan was distracted, and his ears automatically blocked his yelling.
Call up the image you just took and turn it towards him.
"I can tell fortunes," she said.
This sentence stunned all three people present, except Wen Yi who buried his face in her neck and snickered.
"You like playing basketball, right?" Li Yan didn't wait for his response. "It's a pity that this sport can't make up for your uncontrollable thoughts at night. It even makes your body a hundred times hotter and energetic, causing you to vent your anger many times and leave black and blue eyes under your eyes. , from the first ten minutes to ten seconds now... I feel very inferior, right?”
The boy was stunned for a moment, and immediately broke his guard after he realized what he was doing.
Li Yan had a headache from his curse words, "I really want to help you, brother."
Then a series of names of Chinese medicinal materials appeared like a list of dishes.
Zheng Sixheng watched helplessly as the man walked away with the small note, his face full of shock and admiration: "What a 'drop of water's hatred repaid by a spring of spring'!"
Li Yan clapped his hands unhappily, "I made it up."
"I'll go -" Zheng Sixheng patted her shoulder hard, "You don't even know, his expression just now made me laugh to death!"
Wen Yi took Li Yan into his arms, sighed and rubbed her head, "Ignore people like this from now on."
"I know," Li Yan chuckled, "Anyway, this is school, so many people are watching."
Wen Yi said nothing, lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes, and touched the tip of her nose.
Li Yan told Zheng Sixheng that she had expected someone to come, but she didn't expect a strange person to come.
Zheng Sixheng said: "Putting the word regret on this person would be worse than being eaten by a dog."
"Hey," Li Yan opened his mouth to retort, "The puppy is so cute, it can't be compared with him."
Zheng Sixheng sighed and leaned into Li Xinyi's arms, "But it is true that many people must have been heartbroken after knowing that Wen Yi was in love."
Li Xinyi raised her hand and covered her mouth.
"It's none of our business." Wen Yi said.
Li Yan thought for a while and said: "A life with regrets is a complete one."
Wen Yi also raised his hand to cover her mouth.
The two people who were forced to close their microphones looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
A little bird flew from the sky, pecked away the rubber pieces scattered on the lawn, and flew to the world among the shadows of the trees.
Li Yan sang the song just now again, his hot breath spraying on Wen Yi's palm.
The humid heat brought the continuous air and spread along the blood vessels into her heart.
They enjoy the free air together, and the rings connect each other, floating into the day with vigorous and brave vitality.
The cloud holding my heart floats thousands of miles away, revealing a faint ray of sunlight.
(End of chapter)
The author said: The main article will be finished tomorrow, and the concert will be arranged in the extra chapter.
Thanks for accompanying me