Confession letter to classmate Jiang

Chapter 116 You are very proud

"What do you know?"

Jiang Huaining snorted lightly, took a step away from him, and raised his hand to wrap the scarf around his neck. It felt very soft and skin-friendly, and it was also very warm, as if surrounded by soft clouds.

His heart also seemed to be supported by clouds, floating in mid-air lightly.

The scarf is dark blue, which goes well with his dark clothes.

A fresh scent burst into the nose, Jiang Huaining pinched it with his fingers, stroked it with his palm, and rubbed his face sideways, vividly interpreting the words "I can't put it down".

Shen Huan rolled his eyes: "You're almost done, you look like a pervert, really."

Jiang Huaining turned around to look at him, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he uttered a sentence in a neutral tone: "If you are jealous, just say it, don't beat around the bush."

Shen Huan rolled his eyes resolutely, and laughed at his ignorance: "It's just a scarf, as if no one owns it. I have eight if not ten in my closet."

Jiang Huaining was silent for two seconds before he made a new discovery. A corner of the scarf showed a different color.He picked it up and looked at it. It was a small "Ning" character outlined with a beige line.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally realized that his eyes burst into intense surprise, and the corners of his mouth curved up even more exaggeratedly.

Shen Huan watched his expression change, and said insulting words: "Did your brain malfunction?"

"Let me tell you the truth again. This is not an ordinary scarf. It was woven by Lu Yu himself. It is different from the ten or eight scarves in your closet." Jiang Huaining raised his eyebrows, "Understood?"

The corners of Shen Huan's mouth trembled twice, don't think he didn't see that he was showing off.

However, who made him a birthday star today, it is reasonable to accept some heavy gifts.He also had to admit that this gift was really sincere, and he had never received a similar handmade gift so far.

It would be a lie to say not to be jealous.

Shen Huan didn't show it on his face, and admired him silently for a few minutes.

There was noisy movement from the class behind me, and after a while, the students came out.

Shen Li walked through the crowd with her schoolbag on her back and walked in front of the two of them. She had already digested those bad emotions, and now it was the confident, youthful Shen Li from before.

Shen Li smiled and asked: "What are you two talking about? You are so devoted, I didn't even see it when I walked over."

Shen Huan turned to look at her, pursed his lips, and his tone was full of jealousy: "I'm talking about Lao Jiang's birthday presents. Although they are not many, each of them has weight."

Shen Li walked forward beside him, somewhat surprised.

Besides them, did anyone else give Jiang Huaining a birthday present?She had heard from Jiang Huaining before that she didn't want to make trouble so that everyone in the class knew about it, and even Lu Yu kept it a secret.

Just as the name flashed across my mind, Shen Huan heard it from Shen Huan's mouth in the next second: "Lu Yu knitted a scarf for him with his own hands, here, he has already put it on, and he has been showing off in front of me for a long time. I am so angry Yes. Sister, let’s discuss, how about changing my next year’s birthday present to a scarf, the hand-knitted one.”

There was no need for Shen Huan to remind, when Shen Li came over, he immediately noticed that there was an extra scarf around Jiang Huaining's neck.

Simple and atmospheric dark blue, the herringbone pattern is beautiful and fluffy, it looks like cashmere.

She thought she bought it, but she didn't expect it to be a gift from Lu Yu.

For a moment, Shen Li felt uncomfortable again. Compared with the two, the gift she gave was not so sincere, but it was really a pair of shoes that she had chosen for a long time.

She had never bought such expensive shoes herself.

Looking at Jiang Huaining's appearance, I can't wait to put on a scarf. I really like it, right?Regarding the gift from her, he repeatedly declined it, and Shen Huan helped persuade him to accept it.

Jiang Huaining got on the bicycle and pulled up the scarf around his neck with his free hand. It was really warm.

He couldn't help showing off again: "Shen Huan, are you cold?"

Shen Huan rolled his eyes too many times tonight, and he no longer wants to admit that he knows this person.He raised his leg and kicked Jiang Huaining in the air: "You can do it."

-

Lu Yu returned to the dormitory with the cake and gave Zhang Ying and Ye Zhenzhen a piece each.

"Well, Lu Yu, are you... celebrating your birthday?" Zhang Ying couldn't speak clearly while eating the delicious strawberry cake. Gift."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded like a chicken pecking rice while eating.

"It's not me." Lu Yu hurriedly waved his hands to deny, "It's Jiang Huaining's birthday."

After evening self-study, Jiang Huaining gave her the rest of the cake and asked her to take it back to the dormitory for supper, but she shied away and brought it back.

She had already eaten a large piece at night, but she couldn't eat it. She was worried that the taste would change tomorrow, so she shared it with two good friends.

Ye Zhenzhen licked the butter on the fork, like a kitten: "The school grass treats you well."

"No." Lu Yu smiled, "Shen Huan and the others have eaten it, they didn't give it to me alone."

Cheng Jingyuan passed by the three of them, holding a basin of clothes, and said indifferently: "Give way, it's blocking the road."

Zhang Ying hurriedly stood aside and let her go. When she entered the bathroom, she lowered her voice and asked, "Who provoked her again? Her face smells scary."

Ye Zhenzhen shrugged: "Who knows."

Lu Yu probably knew the reason, but he couldn't say anything to the two of them. He put the empty cake box next to the trash can behind the door, took the toiletries and went to the bathroom to wash up, and planned to read a few pages of chemistry problem sets later.

In the bathroom, Cheng Jingyuan was scrubbing a bottoming shirt. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Yu's figure. She was furious for a moment, unable to restrain her emotions, and said coldly, "Lu Yu, are you very proud?"

The aftermath of the quarrel with Fang Qiaoyi still haunts Lu Yu. She doesn't want to argue with anyone anymore, so she pretended not to hear Cheng Jingyuan's ridicule, squeezed out toothpaste and brushed her teeth quietly.

Cheng Jingyuan, on the other hand, had the urge to complain: "You don't think Jiang Huaining likes you, do you? They all say that Shen Li from the liberal arts class is his girlfriend. The two are childhood sweethearts, talented and beautiful, and they have been talking for a long time."

If she is not happy, others should not be happy either.

Lu Yu blinked lightly, with white toothpaste foam in his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly: "What does it have to do with me?"

Jiang Huaining had personally clarified that he and Shen Li were not talking.

She didn't understand why Cheng Jingyuan told her this, it was simply inexplicable.

-

The next day, Saturday, Lu Yu got up early, opened the door to the class, sat in his seat and concentrated on reading, his voice was very low, like mosquitoes and flies.

When Jiang Huaining came over, he took a cup of sweet soy milk and put it on her table.

Lu Yu looked up from the vocabulary book: "I have eaten."

"I know." Jiang Huaining put his schoolbag on the desk, and started to untie the scarf around his neck, "It's just soy milk, and it doesn't take up much of my stomach."

Lu Yu said thank you, held the soy milk in both hands, bit the straw and took a sip. It was still the sweet soy milk from the breakfast shop she liked, and she could taste it.

Drinking soy milk, Lu Yu glanced at Jiang Huaining unconsciously, and saw that he was holding a scarf in his hand, which was the one she gave him.

I can't tell what it's like in my heart, but I have to ask her to describe it, it's probably as sweet as the soy milk she's drinking now.

Jiang Huaining stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer, spread the scarf on the table, and lay down on the table with his face sideways, because he was looking at Lu Yu, her face was reflected in his black pupils.

"Did you weave the scarf yourself?" Jiang Huaining asked suddenly.

Even if he knew the answer a long time ago, he still wanted to ask her personally.

Lu Yu wanted to escape because of his straightforward eyes and straightforward words. She took a sip of soy milk, choked, and asked, "Isn't it good-looking?"

Her workmanship is not good, at least not comparable to Zhang Ying's. She even made a mistake in the middle of the weaving. It took a lot of time and energy to tear down a few rows and re-weave.

Probably never knit again.

Jiang Huaining blinked in surprise: "Why? My mother thought it was the scarf I bought."

Lu Yu suddenly became nervous: "Then what did you say?" After asking, she didn't understand where the tension came from.

Jiang Huaining's cheeks were buried in the soft dark scarf, his skin was as white as jade porcelain, and he smiled so handsomely: "Why are you so nervous? I'll tell you the truth, it's a birthday present from my deskmate. My mother asked, you Isn't your tablemate Shen Huan? Could it be that Shen Huan sent you off? I said, I have another tablemate named Lu Yu."

Lu Yu choked again when he heard the last sentence, suspecting that he was teasing himself: "Did you lie to me?"

"What's the matter, you can't mention your name yet?" Jiang Huaining sat up straight, folded his index and middle fingers together, and flicked on her forehead.

Lu Yu hurriedly argued: "No, I mean..."

Before finishing speaking, Jiang Huaining laughed and stopped her: "My mother knows you, you forgot, you two have met several times before."

Lu Yu felt strange in his heart, couldn't explain clearly, so he sighed lightly, and simply stopped talking.

Thinking about it later, the reason why she cared so much and was so nervous was probably because she was afraid that his mother might misunderstand something. Parents love to make up for it.

　The Internet harassed me, I wrote "This is not an ordinary scarf", and the next second, "This is the scarf in Wang Wei's poem" automatically popped up in my mind.

　　Help! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)