Chapter 22 first love part 3 first love 20 days

2 "Du Xiaofeng! Pull the curtains! Dazzling!" Wen Jing shouted angrily at Du Xiaofeng who was sitting on the windowsill. The teacher obviously arranged for a group of classmates to draw board newspapers, but in fact only girls were busy working.The boys all gathered together to chat about football. Yesterday Liverpool won Manchester United, and Du Xiaofeng happily told them how Owen turned around and kicked. "Your family Wen Jing is calling you, hurry up, draw the curtains!" Some boys yelled. "Who are you talking about! Who belongs to their family." Wen Jing shyly threw a chalk tip over.

"Oh, hurry up! Get angry!" Everyone laughed. "No matter! Let her pull it herself!" Du Xiaofeng felt that it would be too embarrassing in front of boys to close the curtains so obediently. Wen Jing glared at Du Xiaofeng angrily, turned around and picked up black paint to paint the small blackboard again.Although she knew that Du Xiaofeng didn't have the confidence to reject her, Wen Jing still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when she heard him speak so indifferently and wanted to get rid of her relationship. "Du Xiaofeng, if you don't close the curtains, we won't be able to draw the blackboard newspaper today." Susu looked helplessly at Wen Jing's face that was getting darker and darker in sync with the blackboard, and spoke for her good friend.

"Don't care!" Du Xiaofeng still maintained his momentum, but his eyes sneaked at Wen Jing who was squatting on the ground and venting his anger on the blackboard. With a sound of "swipe", the light in the room dimmed, and everyone looked back together. Meng Fan was standing by the window, had already closed one curtain, and was about to close the other. "No need!" Susu hurriedly called to him, "Leave a little light." "Yeah." Meng Fan nodded and tucked in the curtain in his hand. All this happened so naturally, until Susu picked up the chalk and began to draw sunflowers, the boys started making fun of Meng Fan again.

"Meng Fan listens to Susu the most!" Meng Fan lowered his head, neither trying to be aggressive nor refuting.He was quiet, caring and caring all the time, just right.Under the light shining through the curtains, Susu's face was slightly pink.The two people who are separated by a large area of ​​air are closely connected with unique affection, a look, a word, or even just a blue curtain fluttering in the wind. Wen Jing, who was painting beside Susu, couldn't help being a little envious of her, so she was even more angry with Du Xiaofeng.When people were not paying attention, Susu thanked Meng Fan in a low voice, and looked at them with a gentle smile. Looking back now, the sunflowers at that moment seemed to be really golden.

The blackboard newspaper was finished, but Du Xiaofeng was unhappy. After that day, Wen Jing ignored him.Although Du Xiaofeng didn't quite understand why a girl would lose her temper inexplicably because of such a trivial matter, but he couldn't throw Wen Jing aside. Quarrels, cold wars, and apologies are the inevitable cycle of love when you are young, and when this cycle ends, youth is about to end.The person I thought I missed by chance will eventually turn into an inseparable shadow in my heart.At that time, in fact, turning around is a lifetime. In the music classroom, the teacher turned on the audio-visual equipment and played the classic excerpts of Smetana's "Voltava River" for everyone.

"Two brooks flowed through the cold and whistling forest, joined to become the Voltava, and flowed far away. It flowed through the forest where the hunter's horn echoed, and through the harvest fields. The sound of a joyful rural wedding came to its The shore. In the moonlight the water nymphs play on its waves singing their bewitching songs..." None of the students sitting in their seats saw the fairy. They were drowsy amidst the beautiful harmony of the violin and the clarinet. They could only sit upright quietly, because she was feeling another kind of difference all the time. rhythm.

Du Xiaofeng kicked her chair legs persistently, making a slightly audible "duk-duk" sound.Wen Jing held her breath and ignored him, but there were many traces of ballpoint pen smearing on the movement in front of her unconsciously. "Hey, I'll kick if I don't look back!" Du Xiaofeng poked his head, almost touching the back of Wen Jing's neck and said, as if threatening, his legs stretched forward again.The corners of Wen Jing's eyes drooped, and she casually dropped a piece of rubber on the ground, pretending to bend down to pick it up, but before Du Xiaofeng could react, she quickly tied his shoelaces to the leg of her chair.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Du Xiaofeng panicked, but he didn't dare to struggle in class, and watched himself fall into a predicament. Wen Jing smiled complacently, finally turned her head, and slyly said: "You deserve it!" Surprisingly, Du Xiaofeng didn't show his exasperated expression as usual, he handed Wen Jing a small note, and said earnestly, "Go take a look during class break." Wen Jing sat back with some perplexity, opened the note, and there were only three words written on it: Sunflower. After the music class was the physical education class. When all the students ran to the playground, Wen Jing returned to the classroom alone.The sunflowers on the small blackboard are still the same as they were that day, but they are no longer so golden as the powder ash falls.It didn't look like anything special from a distance, Wen Jing didn't understand Du Xiaofeng's meaning at all.

Wen Jing walked towards the back row suspiciously, and she didn't stop until she was only a few centimeters away from the pattern.Her brows gradually unfolded, and Wen Jing narrowed her eyes.The empty classroom left a secret space, and the still dazzling sunlight reflected a gentle smile, and the sunflower seemed to really bloom with the sun.In the middle of a sunflower, on a checkerboard grid, Du Xiaofeng wrote very small words with yellow chalk: I'm sorry.