timeless

Chapter 14 Ambiguous (1)
It was just a prank love letter, but it inadvertently sparked a secret fight between the two girls who just reconciled.

It can be seen that Zhao Mengfan's previous behavior was completely a girl's jealousy and unwillingness, rather than an act made by a "good friend" status and standpoint.

The so-called "solid" friendship is just a one-sided term.

"Are you sure?" After subsiding, he threw a sentence directly.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Wei realized that the other party was referring to the fact that he crumpled the "love letter" and smashed it to the ground.Jiang Wei sneered in his heart, and asked back: "Then what are you doing?"

"I'm doing it for your own good! You saw it just now, what's the use of being good-looking, full of swear words. What's so great about being able to draw, and you're not a hooligan!"

"Then my reaction doesn't match yours?" Jiang Weiping looked at the anger in the other person's eyes, his voice was a little angry, and he raised his voice slightly, "What's wrong with Huahua? Don't forget that I am also a painter!"

The girl who reacted realized that she was speaking freely, and stopped her mouth embarrassingly.

The two of them didn't speak any more.

What words should I use to describe my current mood?
At the beginning, I was surprised and unbelievable when I received the "love letter", and I didn't show the faint surprise. After all, it was something I had never thought about.Then there's the awkwardness of best friends' sudden tit-for-tat, the unbelievable anger, and resentment at the prankster.

Finally, there is an unexpected calmness when explaining to a boy who has never met before.

Like a chemical experiment in a chemistry class, observing various chemical reactions in the test tube, and then waiting for time to record them one by one in the timeline.

Really tired.

I can no longer make any unnecessary expressions.

After class, Jiang Wei sorted out the homework collected from the previous art class and the textbooks that were recycled in a unified way. He tried to pick up books and homework that were almost half a meter high, but he had to give up carrying them all at once because they were too heavy. Art office idea.

In fact, Jiang Wei didn't know why the taciturn self took up the dispensable position of art class representative.

The classrooms are on the second floor, and the art office is on the fifth floor of the opposite teaching building.If you move there by yourself, you have to go back and forth at least twice, and there is absolutely not enough time between classes. The best way is to find someone to accompany you.

Zhao Mengfan is absolutely impossible.

So……

His eyes subconsciously looked at Yu Xinye, who was three meters away from him, who was laughing with other girls.

The corridors were full of laughing and slapstick students. Jiang Wei carefully avoided them with his homework in his arms, and then stopped at the door of the office.

Jiang Wei turned to look at Yu Xinye who was holding the textbook behind him: "Give me the book, I'll take it in."

Yu Xinye said "Oh", and then asked, "Don't you need me to carry you in?" After seeing the girl shaking her head, she carefully stacked the textbook in her arms on top of the homework book in Jiang Wei's hand.

The sudden weight made Jiang Wei sway twice, barely holding on to his grip.

Yu Xinye was waiting for her outside the door.

As soon as I walked into the office, I heard a reprimand from a middle-aged female teacher who had met a few times but couldn't name her: "Dye your hair back tomorrow! See how you look like a student? Do you hear me?"

Jiang Wei looked over, and there was a tall boy standing with his back facing him at the desk obliquely opposite. Aberdeen pose.

The teacher who gave the lecture was a bit familiar, and seemed to be a senior teacher.

Jiang Wei walked past the boy silently, and piled the books and homework in his hands on the teacher's desk and arranged them.When he turned around and walked back to the door, he suddenly found that the boy who had his back turned to him suddenly turned his face slightly to the side at some point, staring at him from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Wei was shocked in his heart.

But the teacher who seemed to be the head teacher raised his voice again: "Qi Xian, even if you won the first prize in the provincial painting competition last year, don't be proud of it. You are not the only one who won the first prize. , there are five places in the province, and our school has two. Besides you, before you transferred to another school, there was a girl in our school, one level lower than you..."

—One level below you, girl.

There was unstoppable pride in the teacher's tone: "Her name is Jiang Wei."

——Her name is Jiang Wei.

I'm not used to having my name mentioned, so the girls passing by them suddenly stiffened their backs unconsciously, and gradually froze in their footsteps.

"Jiang Wei?"

She heard the voice of a strange boy, clearly on her left, and then the voice of the female teacher: "What's wrong? Do you know her?"

The footsteps are stagnant...

The boy in Yu Guangzhong didn't look at her, but replied: "I don't know."

At this time, Jiang Wei had already reached the door.She didn't listen to what the senior teacher said, closed the door and walked out.

The scolding in the office was immediately cut off by the sound of the door closing.

Yu Xinye, who was leaning against the wall, saw her coming out, and stood up: "Going away?"

"Yes." Jiang Wei nodded and walked towards him.

Before leaving, Jiang Wei subconsciously glanced back at the closed office door, the green wooden door had already begun to peel off small pieces of paint.Yu Xinye, who was walking in front, called her back, and Jiang Wei came back to follow.

Not used to being watched.

The results of the wall poster I did last time have come down, and the one who got it was the third in the grade. As expected, the class with colorful paints took the first place.There is nothing surprising about this result. It is already unbelievable that the two people took the third place for something they made in a day.After receiving the certificate, she was encouraged by Yu Xinye to go to a store near the school to buy a barbecue to celebrate.

The painting handed in last semester has not been notified yet, and I don't know when it will be.

After returning to the classroom, Yu Xinye inevitably returned to the most active small group.Jiang Wei had nothing to do, so he sat on his seat and refurbished the picture album he bought.Just after turning a few pages, I was noticed by the overly loud discussion next to me.

"I'm talking about Qi Xian, the one who was transferred from the senior class. He looks super punctual!" The girl whose cheeks were flushed with excitement couldn't control her excitement, and danced and gestured.

"The one who was framed for writing a love letter today?" The classmate's expression suddenly enlightened.

"That's right, that art student. My sister mentioned him to me, and he originally came from my sister's school." His spirits rose, and he couldn't control his complacency and pride.

"I saw a real person today, he is really handsome!"

"Could it be your sister who has a crush on him?" Another person smiled teasingly.

"Damn it! I heard that he has a girlfriend."

"Transfer students..." said the new discussant, "There will be some every semester."

"Yes, but I heard that Qi Xian had transferred schools three times before that."

"Transferred three times? Adding this transfer to our school is the fourth time? That means that you transfer once every semester on average? Why do you transfer back and forth?"

"How do I know what people are thinking? I guess I want to play in a different environment."

Another boring gossip.

Jiang Wei rubbed his forehead unconsciously, and suddenly found that his bangs seemed to grow a bit longer.Just as he was planning to trim it with scissors, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhao Mengfan who was surrounded by Xie Yayi not far away.

I don't know what they are talking about, but I can only see a smile pressing on the corner of her mouth, which I haven't seen for a long time when I am with myself.At this time she said something to Xie Yayi, the girl raised her eyebrows pretending to be surprised and said: "Really?" Then they hugged each other again and laughed.

Don't want to think about it so much.

It was the same way before.It cannot be said that Jiang Wei and Zhao Mengfan are always stuck together, most of the time it is Zhao Mengfan who sticks to Jiang Wei.She always took Jiang Wei's arm and shouted in a long voice: "Jiang Wei——" It seemed that she would never get tired of it.

What was I doing at that time?Did he push her head away pretending to be bored, but actually couldn't help laughing, or did he cater to her on the surface, but actually wished she would go away quickly?
She always thinks that she is the one who is tolerant, but in fact, she doesn't know how to cherish those young days, those pure friendships and the bond that lasted five or six years.Even if there are occasional jealousy and small conflicts between some girls, don't they grow up intertwined like plants and parasitic vines most of the time?

But why is it like this now?
Jiang Wei repeated this question silently in his heart.

why?

In many cases, the question "why?"

It's just a question sentence, and it may not be answered, but every time something happens that I can't understand, I will ask such a question-"Why?"

Why did Zhao Mengfan feel annoyed once in a while before, but never had such a thorough thought of "making her disappear by my side forever"?Why is there a plot that only novels and TV dramas have, where good friends turn on each other because they like the same person?Why did the four of them change so much in less than a year?Why would I let people like Yu Xinye who are not related by blood other than Zhao Mengfan into my life?And why, it wasn't Jiang Wei or Zhao Mengfan who got Xia Shuo in the end, but Yu Xinye's ex-girlfriend?
And these are not the only problems that bother Jiang Wei at the moment.

Why did she and Zhao Mengfan become like this?
What is the reason for this situation?
why?

There's no going back, is there?

A few days later, Jiang Wei stood alone at the platform and waited for the bus after self-study next night.Originally, the distance from home to school was not too far, and they had always gone home with Zhao Mengfan before, so they didn't feel anything when walking at night.But now he and she are in a state of emotional collapse, so they are going by themselves.Jiang Wei compromised and chose to take the bus after his mother repeatedly urged him to "take the bus, and take a taxi home if you can't wait, and don't walk alone at night".

There are some students from the same school beside the platform, because most of the students ride bicycles or go home in groups, so not many people choose to take the bus.

Jiang Wei didn't pay much attention.After waiting for about five or six minutes, I finally got the bus.There were not many people on the night bus, only a few, and everything seemed ambiguous under the dim light.Jiang Wei randomly found a seat by the window and sat down, turning his head to look at the night view outside the window.

After a while, the bus started to move.Jiang Wei suddenly felt someone sitting down next to him, turned his head to look, it was the face of a strange boy listening to music with earphones on.The light was too dim, so at a glance, the other party's facial features were blurred.

At first, Jiang Wei didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until the light in the car was a little brighter that Jiang Wei suddenly saw the slightly reddish hair and the clear facial features of the boy beside him under the ambiguous light.

Not unfamiliar.

At this time, the boy suddenly raised his head as if he had sensed it, and met Jiang Wei's eyes.Jiang Wei unconsciously looked away and didn't intend to say anything, but the boy took off the earphones first: "Ah, are you Jiang Wei?"

Kind of like being scared.Jiang Wei turned his gaze back and replied, "Yes, you are... Qi Xian?"

"Yeah. I'm a year older than you, and I just transferred here." The boy had already taken off his earphones and put them in his schoolbag, "I heard our head teacher mentioned you."

It seems that he forgot about the love letter.

"Well, have we met?" referring to being in the office.

But the boy seemed to be remembering something, and suddenly realized: "Ah... By the way, I really didn't write the love letter last time. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." It turned out that I still remembered.

After that, I didn't deliberately find something to talk about.They only exchanged a few words occasionally, and sat quietly in their seats.

Until the station where Jiang Wei got off was getting closer and closer, the boy next to her suddenly touched her.Jiang Wei turned his gaze from the window, and saw a small piece thrown by the boy: "Here."

The seats are close together, and the two of them are not far apart.Jiang Wei caught the piece without any effort, held it up and looked under the light, it was a small piece of dove.

She turned to look at Qi Xian.The boy smiled at her, his hazel eyes blurred in the dim light: "For you."

I still can't help but dream about things from the past.

Zhao Mengfan's eyes with tenderness in the corners of his eyes, Xia Shuo's soft shoulders drawn by his clothes, grandma's gray hair... These things that have passed away or died in their hearts were twisted into a ball in the dream, and then wet Pick it up, dripping water dripping down.

Jiang Wei sat in his seat, staring blankly at the book in a daze.

What we wanted in the past is not the future.

When Yu Xinye passed by the classroom window, he saw Jiang Wei was sitting on the seat reading a book. He could have walked by the side directly, but he was playful and wanted to tease her, so he knocked on the window on the window mischievously. Glass.

Jiang Wei raised his head after hearing the sound, and after seeing clearly that it was Yu Xinye, he looked through the glass at the boy in confusion.

There was more than a foot between Yu Xinye and the glass.He tapped the book in Jiang Wei's hand through the glass, and pointed to his eyes, signaling her not to get too close to the book, as it would be bad for her eyes.After Jiang Wei understood what he meant, he nodded slightly, pulling the distance between his eyes and the book a little further.

Yu Xinye smiled at her habitually, as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly froze for a moment, as if remembering something, she stood by the window, and then fell silent.

It's nothing more than what he thinks is the most common concern among friends, but it feels a little strange to say it at this moment.Even though the two of them were just looking at each other through a layer of glass, one just wanted to remind her that reading too close was bad for her eyes, while the other's eyes still stayed on him suspiciously.

The gaze of one person turned into the gaze of two people.And the sky and the earth, the planes of two different worlds, are warmly connected into a whole because of the twilight brilliance.

In such late autumn, the intertwined and vague eyes seem to reveal their thoughts like a punctured water bag if they are not careful.

Like the classroom window sill, the obscure moss that grows in the dark place of the heart, grows there ambiguously, and cannot be erased no matter what.

Yu Xinye fell into silence.

And Jiang Wei's suspicious gaze stayed on his dark pupils for a short time.

Does this seem a bit ambiguous?
When writing essays in elementary school, the teacher asked everyone to use "I dream of ×××" as the topic.Almost all the students wrote down on paper are boring and stereotyped "I dream to be a scientist", "I dream to be an astronaut", there is no novelty at all.At that time, Yu Xinye also wrote boring articles, and finally the teacher gave a few "good" marks on the paper with a red pen.A few years later, the old things were sorted out, and the red ink marks on them were still clear.

At that time, there was a girl in the class whose topic was "I Dream...", followed by an ellipsis, and no normal nouns or verbs were filled in.As a result, the teacher later took her composition in class and accused her of "can't write", "arrogant tone", "great writers dare not use ellipsis as a title", "I don't know the heights of the sky", "how can I grasp this kind of subject matter", " Written in a mess"...

In the end, the girl just lowered her head and said nothing, and people around her were mocking her.Yu Xinye, who was sitting in front, turned his head to look at the girl, but only saw a silent silhouette.

When I was young, I always felt that what the teacher said made sense and could not be wrong.

When I grew up, when I sorted out the old things, I found the composition text in elementary school. When I saw the crooked handwriting on it and the title of the article "I dream of becoming ×××", I suddenly thought of the past. A girl was scolded by the teacher in front of the class for putting an ellipsis after the title of her composition. She vaguely remembered that the girl's silent outline was almost fading in the light.

In the end, I would only end my memory with the tone of "ah, so the elementary school teachers are actually quite hypocritical", and then hastily throw the yellowed composition into the waste paper box.

No one will deliberately recall who the girl who was scolded at that time was, where she is now, and how she is doing well.

Since she has no place in your heart.

Even a sentence beginning with "I dream of..." can easily be seen as an extravagant hope for the future.

The hope of the past for the future.

But in the past, what we wanted was not the future like now.

When sleeping at night, Yu Xinye tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he turned on the bedside lamp and took out his mobile phone. He pressed it twice, and the screen that was originally pitch black turned on after two seconds.

03:19.Can't sleep, nothing to do.

When you want to send a text message to someone, the first thing that comes to mind is Jiang Wei.Yu Xinye thought, am I a little stupid?Open the inbox, the name at the top of the page is "Xie Yayi".

Read all the way.With the movement of the cursor, a neat row of "Xie Yayi" came down and piled up on the screen of my mobile phone, and the pile became longer and longer.Just click on one, the content is: You don't even know how good-looking the Qi Xian transferred from the senior year is, a well-deserved school girl.

He was somewhat impressed by his reply at the time, as if: Hey, then what am I?Really!The other party seemed to reply: Don't try to compare, haha.

Among the girls in the same class, apart from Jiang Wei, Xie Yayi played better with Yu Xinye.Unlike Jiang Wei, Xie Yayi is more active among the girls, occasionally making jokes, or asking out to play together, unexpectedly, she exchanged so many text messages without knowing it.

The cursor continues to move down.

One after another, piled up of boring spam messages.Most of them were chatting with Xie Yayi, and other bits and pieces were sent by others.

Press it down again, and it all becomes another name.

Zhang Yan... Zhang Yan... Zhang Yan...

(End of this chapter)