Almost at the same time, the person who was looking radiant in front of the mirror glanced at the other person who was half-lying on the bed reading a book, and thought to himself, "The moment for me, Liang, to show my skills has finally arrived."
About two years ago, he stopped the person who was about to leave and asked, half-jokingly and half-gossiping, "In such a hurry, are you going to see your girlfriend?"
To my surprise, I received a stunning answer: "Yes."
But the most shocking thing was yet to come. When that person returned, he looked utterly devastated. Liang Yiqun was so shocked by this outcome that he dared not dwell on the details of what had happened.
However, life is short, so let bygones be bygones. He likes this little Xi girl quite a bit now. He always sides with reason, not family. Big cousin, I'm sorry to have wronged you!
She glanced at him, then quickly turned her head away, a faint blush rising on her face.
He glanced at her, then lowered his eyes slightly, a faint mist rising from his face, which held a somewhat eerie expression.
Liang Yiqun deliberately put on sunglasses, supposedly for better observation, and stroked his chin, his eyes darting around as he watched the two men playing cryptic games. After a moment, he coughed and said, "This year's tomato harvest is truly bountiful." What are these two up to? Are they putting on a silent film? At least be a little more professional, what's with them both so distracted? He coughed again, about to say something, when suddenly the phone rang. He hummed and hawed a few times before quickly standing up: "Sorry, you two, Lao Jin invited me to play online," he took a few steps and then turned back, "Oh, by the way, he asked me to give you my regards."
Ruo Hui curled her lip. He's got both – prioritizing romance over friendship, and friendship over romance – and he's got it all! First, he got a girlfriend, and then he stopped calling her every other day like before. And then, she became his longtime "female" classmate and friend? She's much closer to Liang Yiqun, the top gaming expert at T University, than to her now. Pshaw! What a jerk!
Feng Jiayue looked at her, frowning. What kind of expression was that? Couldn't she be a little more ladylike? Having gotten used to his cousin Liang Yiqun's demure smiles and elegant demeanor, well... he sighed inwardly. There was still time; he would get used to it gradually.
No one knew that Liang Yiqun was his cousin. Then, Zheng Sixuan was brought back from Hong Kong by her second aunt's husband when she was very young. Her second aunt, who was unable to have children, kept quiet and treated her as her own daughter, raising her to be delicate and beautiful. How much patience and love must that have taken? I remember her calling him from afar: "Jiayue, how old are you? What's the rush? Can't you wait a little longer?" She felt sorry for her unhappy daughter.
He smiled. "I'm not in a hurry, Auntie." Two years have already passed anyway. Before, when he was younger, he just thought she was a little funny, a little mischievous, and a little exasperating. But now…
He has a natural love for agriculture and doesn't mind continuing to push things to grow faster.
Two or three minutes later—
"What do you want?"
"What do you want from me?"
The two exchanged glances, both intelligent enough to immediately understand the real reason behind Liang's use of Qimen Dunjia. Ruohui muttered, "Childish!" Feng Jiayue sneered, "Boring!" Both were startled by the other's words, looked at each other, and then couldn't help but chuckle.
Feng Jiayue cleared his throat. Even the student council president, who had given countless eloquent speeches, found speaking a chore. No wonder seasoned CCTV announcers sometimes had to attend refresher courses for retraining when necessary. He coughed lightly again—
"Is your hand feeling any better?"
"Is your face feeling any better?"
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Feng Jiayue leaned closer to her, tapped his left cheek, and said with infinite grievance, "It hurts here." Had she ever practiced discus? Sigh, he felt more and more sorry for that sleazy guy from back then. "However, I don't mind if you practice on me again after your hand is fully healed." It's okay, he would try his best to create more opportunities.
The blush on the person's face gradually spread. Ruohui stood up, stomped her foot, and ran away. She had initially felt a little apologetic! Sigh, what does it mean to reap what you sow?
However, she couldn't help but feel a sweet feeling slowly spreading in her heart.
Feng Jiayue rested one hand on the table, watching that light and graceful figure with an outrageously large backpack, just like back then, exuding an indescribable carefree and unrestrained charm.
He is enjoying this process.
In her presence, he truly displayed a very, very perverse sense of humor.
He chuckled softly and took off after them.
If it could be like this forever, wouldn't that be nice?
end
"Don't you usually eat vegetarian food, except for duck neck?" Someone casually tapped the rice bowl and then passed over a piece of duck neck.
I made two portions, all for her.
"Hmm—" With delicious food in front of her, and duck neck clearly having a better market share than him, she didn't bother with even a few words.
A head leaned closer, whispering as if afraid someone would hear: "Hey, actually duck tongues taste pretty good too—" The voice trailed off, and even those craning their necks couldn't hear a thing.
Three seconds later, Xi Ruohui looked up, glaring angrily: "Feng Jiayue—"
The person whose name was called ignored him and smiled faintly. "Hmm, pronounced so clearly, it's clear you've been practicing diligently lately." He continued to feed her the duck necks with satisfaction.
Two pairs of eyes were watching intently from a short distance away.
"Sigh, Jia Yue is becoming more and more like a private hired hand." Liang Yiqun lamented that even a lowly vegetable deliveryman was losing his edge.
"What do you know?!" her older cousin retorted without hesitation. Fine, a month had passed, she'd given up! He was always polite to her, but one day, perhaps she would too…
Who knows?!
What is happiness?
It turns out, she was always right next to me.
Just around the next street corner, at the turning point in life.
wedge
In early summer, another graduating class of senior high school students was approaching graduation at Z Middle School. A tense atmosphere permeated the peaceful campus. However, one boy seemed completely unaffected by this atmosphere of impending doom. Early in the morning, in the fresh air, he strolled past groups of students or those studying alone, and walked along a winding bamboo path.
He hadn't walked a few steps when a girl's clear voice suddenly called out from behind, "Feng Jiayue, Feng Jiayue!" The boy whose name was called frowned and turned around to look. A girl staggered towards him, stopping abruptly just in front of him.
Feng Jiayue frowned again, looking at her. She was clearly an extremely pretty girl, petite, with short, soft black hair that covered her forehead, and a pair of large, bright black eyes. She grinned at him with a very kind, silly smile, but why did he have this absurd thought—why did she look so much like McDull? The little piglet in Springfield Flower Kindergarten with a birthmark on her left eye, who loved chicken legs, only ate meat and no vegetables, was lazy, simple, optimistic, and of average talent, yet had many dreams.
Coincidentally, with his 5.1 vision, he could see a faint mole on her left eye.
The girl seemed oblivious to everything, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her feet tapping rhythmically, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him—no, scrutinized him. It was as if she were eyeing a fine roast duck, and she was drooling with envy.
Feng Jiayue frowned, feigning ignorance, "You—you need something?" He was certain this unfamiliar girl wasn't a senior in high school. And he always preferred to strike first. The girl, surprisingly, replied boldly, "Of course! Why would I sacrifice sleep and get up so early to wait for you here if there wasn't something wrong?" Her eyes held not a trace of embarrassment, but rather a reproachful accusation that said, "It's all your fault." Feng Jiayue was both amused and exasperated; this girl really dared to say that.