this life is waiting

Chapter 50

To be honest, I was nervous, and I always wanted to make an expression of not expecting too much, but my hand was on the doorknob, and my heart seemed to be pounding out of my throat. It was obviously spying on her past, why would I So nervous.

Probably because I have been looking forward to this for too long, although this expectation still includes that I forget from time to time, but every time I think of it, He Cheng liked someone so much before he liked me, so I hide that person in my heart, and maybe I am still in obscurity. Good for that, I'm not comfortable.

I looked back at her, and the person behind me was much more leisurely than me. She still had a glass of water in her hand and shrugged her shoulders to signal me to go in.

This state is not right, obviously when I asked that question before, she dodged very badly.

Pushing open the door, the light in the room is very good, the curtains are rolled into a nice shape and stuffed aside, the windows are closed tightly, the sound from outside the window comes in through the cracks, very thin and light, fine dust floats irregularly in the light with.I glanced around, and my eyes fell on the photo frame on the table, which was placed obliquely on the table just like the last time I came here.

Not only is it a photo frame, but there is also a small wooden block next to her, with the little hamster I gave her hanging on it, and I don’t know where to look at it right now.

I heard He Cheng turn on the air conditioner, and with a beep, the fan blades of the air conditioner opened, and the slight sound dissipated, accompanied by the buzzing of the external unit.I stepped from the shadows into the light, my bare feet seemed to be glowing in the sun, and my shadow was reflected under my feet, it seemed like a long time in less than a minute.

I wondered what kind of thoughts I should have. I wondered if I would beg her to tell me all the stories that happened between them after I saw the photos. I wondered if I would get emotional again after hearing it.

Probably yes, people are always like this. On the one hand, they want to know about the past of the other party, but on the other hand, they are sour because of her past.

I knew that He Cheng was following me, not near or far, and I heard the sound of her knocking her teeth on the rim of the cup, clanging once, and focusing on the table, I had already seen it without glasses The general outline of the photo, which is the podium of the classroom, and a girl is standing on the podium.

When I got to the table, I reached over and picked up the frame.

A very clear photo, like most classrooms, every table is full of people, there are a few textbooks on the table, and there are some English words on the blackboard, it must be an English class, the one on the podium table The girl is facing the camera, pressing the table with one hand, and gesticulating with a simple scissor hand with the other. She smiles heartlessly at the camera, revealing the deep dimples around her mouth.

I don't know whether it is because of the filter or because of the weather that day, the light and shadow of the photo are just right.

And that girl.

it's me.

it's me?

it's me!

I opened my eyes wide in horror, held the photo frame and turned to look at her, almost trembling with excitement, knocked on the glass three times, and asked, "This is me?"

He Cheng smiled: "It's you."

I swallowed, and tapped three more times: "Why, why me? Where did you get this photo? Who, who gave it to you?"

She tilted her head and laughed, took a sip of water very calmly, accompanied by the sudden cold air, and said, "Zhou Xiaoyi, I know you understand, don't play dumb."

Don't play dumb Zhou Xiaoyi, in fact, you should have guessed that the person He Cheng has always liked is you.

it's me.

In this way, looking back at the girl she mentioned in the past, it seems reasonable to put that old memory on my head. The only thing that can't be matched is that Zhou Xiaoyi, a fool, forgot everything.

I remember this photo was during the winter vacation of my freshman year. Feng Jiang and I went to the class teacher with deep nostalgia for our alma mater. She was in class at the time and had no time to entertain, so we, who were bored, followed suit. high school students.

The subject of that class was to comment on a test paper. Because the seat was vacant, Feng Jiang and I were not arranged together, which made the class very boring, but we were embarrassed to leave, so we could only use the paper at the same table to scribble on it. Paint and paint.

When the class was about to end, the head teacher had a whim and asked Feng Jiang and me to go up and say a few words to the students. This photo is probably of me speaking at the top to let everyone study hard. Someone raised the phone and I pointed at The camera laughs, it must have been photographed.

I held the photo frame and told He Cheng my conjecture, but she just listened with a cup and looked into my eyes.

"Is that the time?" I asked.

She nodded and added: "You were sitting next to me at that time."

I opened my mouth again in horror.

"Really, really..."

He Cheng smiled and nodded, "You borrowed draft paper from me, drew and wrote on it, and you asked my name." After speaking, she reached out and pulled out a book on the shelf, took out a piece of paper from inside, and handed Give me.

How amazing this thing is, this thing is really amazing, as if the person in her mouth is me, but it's not me.

So in the memory that I forgot because I didn't care, He Cheng appeared so full, I talked to her, I chatted with her, maybe I had physical contact with her, maybe He Cheng at that time Cheng also smiled at me.

But I forgot everything.

Open the one in my hand, it looks like the crumpled paper has been re-opened and folded, and it is preserved intact. The painting on it is very simple, and it also looks like my style, blue sky and white clouds, and a table, sitting beside the table Two people, the little girl with the ponytail on her back, with the word "He Cheng" on her head.

Everything was explained, why she wrote her name so similar to mine, why she had this photo, why she didn’t dare to show it to me during the winter vacation last year, why she could see me at the beginning of school, and stood by me In front of me, why are there so many seniors who are only close to me, and why she said she likes me earlier than I like her.

I held her hand and tilted my head to look at her. I couldn't remember too many things. I flicked the paper in my hand and asked, "Although it's a bit hard to accept, what do you like about me?"

This liking goes back too far, I don't even know what state Zhou Xiaoyi was in at that time, and He Cheng fell in love with him for so long.

Really long.

She was about to speak, but I stopped her. I pointed to her mouth and said, "If you say I'm cute, I'll kill you."

He Cheng laughed softly, held my hand instead, and said tightly, "What should I do?" After she finished speaking, she grabbed my slightly wet hair and moved closer. The voice seemed to be in my ear, and she said: "But you're just cute."

ok ok.

Today's cuteness I accept.

After she finished speaking, she pushed me down on a stool beside her, took out the hair dryer in the cabinet, and helped me dry my hair buzzingly.

I remember this place, yesterday she was sitting here blowing her hair. I turned my head and saw that the books on the phone hadn’t been put away. I looked up at the bookshelf and found that He Cheng’s field was a bit wide. , glanced a few times, and saw a familiar title.

I stood up to take it off, but because of this action, I knocked on the hair dryer.

She turned it off immediately, rubbed my head, and asked me, "What do you want?"

I pointed at it: "That beige book "To the Goddess"." I turned to look at her: "I didn't expect you to have read this book and even bought it."

She laughed, reached out to take it off, and put it on the table: "It sounds like you have seen it too."

I smiled.

Yuyu recommended me to read it, she said that the heroine in the book is also funny.

She buzzed and started blowing my hair again. I turned a few pages when I was bored. After my hair was basically dry, she turned off the hair dryer and I put the book on it.

"At that time, I didn't know that I liked you, so Yuyu recommended this book to me, saying that I would fall in love with Lily." So I said no, but I was very honest in my heart. I secretly read it and found that the girl It's really nice to be with girls.

It would be even better if both of them were beautiful.

Just like me and He Cheng, you see, even flowers and plants say that we are a match made in heaven.

Hey, with her, I am getting more and more shameless.

The tail of my hair is slightly curly, and I usually don’t take care of it much. Now, she squeezed some hair care essential oil and rubbed it out, wrapped the tail of my hair, rubbed it slowly, and rubbed it on the top of my head a few times after rubbing hair, and then help me spread it out bit by bit.

I also imitated her appearance, grabbed her hair and spread it out, and asked: "Did you lose weight in the class when I was at the same table as you?"

He Cheng shook his head, put his index finger on my chin, lifted it up a bit, and said, "I was still fat at that time." Her words were somewhat annoyed, the corners of her mouth were slightly lowered, and she said in a low voice, "So you, Where will you remember me?"

I smiled.

I can’t say that. In fact, in retrospect, I still have a very good impression of that deskmate in my memory. Although she is not very talkative and has a low sense of presence, she gave it to me without hesitation when I asked her for a draft paper. The pencil was also given, and the eraser was also given.

Uh, that doesn't seem like a plus.

But having said that, if He Cheng at that time was as beautiful as He Cheng is now, I think I would pay attention to her.

I pursed my lips and smiled, holding her hand: "How did you lose weight in the end? With your figure, you can't tell that you have ever gained weight."

She raised her eyebrows: "I used to be fat, how can I tell this kind of thing?"

Haha, just say it casually, don't care about these details.

I picked up the photo on the table again and carefully looked at it several times. I still looked very young two years ago, with high pixels. From such a long distance, I can still see me showing my face because of laughing. dimples.

I asked, "Did you take the picture?"

She shook her head: "A classmate sitting in the middle took it, and I asked him for it later." She sighed: "The school doesn't allow mobile phones, so I didn't bring them."

What she said sounded annoyed, but I thought, if she really brought a mobile phone, would she have photographed me in various sweet angles.

This... is still not good.

I laughed: "That's when you liked me?"

When I thought it was done, she answered me: "No."

I froze.

She smiled slightly: "A little earlier."

Also... earlier?

So how many secrets about me are there in her.