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Chapter 25 025: Never Forget, Warm Hug

In the early hours of the morning, the streets were quiet.

The Internet cafe is not far from Ancheng No. [-] Middle School, but it is not on the road out of the school gate. There are tall plane trees planted by the roadside.When the wind blows, a few leaves fall down, like flying butterflies reflected in the dim light of street lamps, making the night look gentle, quiet and beautiful.

Song Xiangxiang chased after him wearing short sleeves, and after walking for a while, she felt some coolness on her arms. She hugged her arms, lowered her head slightly, and watched the shadows of the two of them getting close together under the street lamp, showing a little intimacy. Then he felt hot on his face again.

"A freshman in high school?" Pan Yi asked suddenly.

Song Xiangxiang hummed: "It's in No. [-] Middle School, Class No. [-], Senior No. [-]."

"Good school." Pan Yi laughed, his voice was slightly hoarse probably because he smoked a lot, and this smile revealed a bit of intriguing meaning.

Song Xiangxiang wasn't sure for a moment whether he was simply teasing or had other emotions, so he hummed lightly again, and said mockingly, "I got in just by the grade line."

Pan Yi was silent for a second, then asked again: "Those who were just now, are your classmates?"

Song Xiangxiang was taken aback, thinking he was referring to Zhen Mingzhu and the others, he smiled and said, "Well, they are all from our class, and they often play together."

"Often nights out together?"

"No." Song Xiangxiang raised his head to look at him, and explained a little awkwardly, "Well, I'm not always surfing the Internet, just occasionally..." She couldn't continue speaking in Pan Yi's half-smiling but focused eyes, her mind was in a mess, He blushed again and lowered his head.

Pan Yi stopped and stared at her with interest.

Song Xiangxiang was not the most beautiful girl he knew.However, in front of him, she had a taste that is rare for girls of the same age, to be exact, amorous feelings.Some are shy and youthful, some are bold and enthusiastic, and some are mixed with some mature temptations unique to their good figures.

In the eyes of people like them, this kind of girl is no different from the prey brought to the door. Song Xiangxiang is still the one with relatively better conditions, and the one who can bring out the face and make people whistle.

He stared at her with hot, direct and aggressive eyes, as if he had stripped her naked.Even though Song Xiangxiang didn't look up at him, he couldn't stand it anymore. After persisting for a few seconds, he pursed his lips and turned his face to the side, and walked forward along the road again.

Pan Yi put away the indecent smile on the corners of his lips, and stepped up to catch up.

The two of them walked side by side for a while, when Pan Yi's cell phone rang suddenly.

He stopped to answer: "Say."

"Mother of the day, don't close the door, I'll come later." Standing by the side of the road, he cursed in a low voice, and hung up the phone directly.

Song Xiangxiang felt cramped again when he thought of the jokes of those people before.

Swearing is nothing to make a fuss about among troubled students, but Pan Yi obviously has a different feeling from Qin Yuan when he scolds.Qin Yuan and the others are rich second-generation, with a wealthy family and a high class. They are still in school at the moment, and they still look full of vigor no matter how lawless they are.People like Pan Yi were different. They wandered the streets, spoke freely, and cursed with a brutal and sexual vigor, which made her feel embarrassed and uneasy.

Song Xiangxiang thought about it randomly, then raised his eyes subconsciously to look at Pan Yi.

Looking at each other, Pan Yi casually put the mobile phone into his trouser pocket, smiled and said, "The grandchildren called me, you go back."

As soon as his words came out, Song Xiangxiang froze for a moment and pursed his lips.

She wanted to say something, but for a while she didn't know what to say, so she nodded in a relaxed manner: "Well, the Internet cafe will also close at twelve o'clock."

"...I'll see you off." Pan Yi looked at the emotion on her face, thought for a while, and added.

The two walked back again.

Perhaps it was because of the rare meeting and parting, Song Xiangxiang became a little more courageous, tilted his head with a smile and asked him: "Are you at work?" She is three years older, and looks like she is twenty. In her feeling, she should have stopped studying.

Song Xiangxiang was actually a little cautious when he asked this question. How could he think that Pan Yi didn't care, but looked at her in surprise, coughed violently, and laughed wantonly: "Go to work? Haha, you are teasing me with this, Not working."

Song Xiangxiang gave him a fixed look.

Pan Yi sneered: "It's a mixed society, don't you understand?"

An inexplicable but swollen emotion suddenly rushed into his chest, sour and swollen, Song Xiangxiang forced a smile and said, "Oh."

"It's okay." Pan Yi understood her complicated but ridiculous distress, and rubbed her hair casually, his tone was still lazy and careless.

Song Xiangxiang was a little dizzy because of his sudden movement. Subconsciously, she touched her hair with one hand and grabbed it gently.

Within a few minutes, the two returned to the Internet cafe.

Song Xiangxiang looked at the concealed door, and the emotions in his heart were too complicated to express.Standing next to her was the boy she had always missed. Although he was bad, he was open-minded. Although he was rude, he was also sincere. He had seen her shyness and inferiority, and in his way, he helped her find confidence and optimism. .

Rare to see, how willing ah?
Song Xiangxiang looked down at his toes, and heard the sound of the lighter being thrown away, causing the flames to rise, and Pan Yi's words in his ears: "It's cold outside, go in."

The smell of smoke floats to the tip of the nose...

Song Xiangxiang took a deep breath, turned his head away, looked up at his sharp face covered by the smoke ring, smiled and said, "I never said thank you to you."

"..." Pan Yi was stunned for a rare moment, with the cigarette hanging on one side between his fingers, smiling broadly.

Song Xiangxiang was a little embarrassed, but he mustered up his courage: "Thank you anyway, Pan Yi, you have had a profound influence on me."

After saying that, she pursed her lips in the boy's dark eyes and asked, "Can I give you a hug?"

Pan Yi stared at her with lowered eyes, several seconds passed, and when she was uneasy, she suddenly threw a cigarette casually and opened her arms.

Before she could take the initiative, he leaned forward and hugged her.

Song Xiangxiang leaned against his chest.

The boy actually has a dangerous and indifferent temperament, just like all social youths, he is full of dirty words, his knowledge and moral bottom line are not that high, and he usually wears a casual and cynical smile on his face.

But so what?

His chest is warm, generous and real, giving her the same sense of security as she imagined.

This hug lasted for quite a while, and just when Song Xiangxiang felt that he could never be separated again, Pan Yi put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her out, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go in."

Song Xiangxiang was a little out of his mind, hummed, didn't look at him again, and walked into the Internet cafe.

　Merry Christmas, sweethearts, meme chirp. \(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)