Moon and people are still

When the scholarship was handed out, the roommates were more excited than I was. They discussed for more than an hour before deciding where to have dinner. After eating, they went to the ktv upstairs.

The atmosphere was high all night, and Ying Qing, who was in charge of ordering songs, managed to make us roar all night based on the principle of how high the song should be.

Towards the end, the voices of all four of them were a little hoarse, but they still patted me on the shoulder very solemnly, asking me to study hard and giving them more opportunities to organize such meaningful dormitory activities to promote unity , to promote the harmonious development of society.

I listened to the golden sentences they spoke repeatedly, nodded very seriously, and promised to work hard and live up to the expectations of the leaders.

Finally, the three leaders raised their heads and clinked glasses with me.

After the scene was over, Yingqing counted a few gentle songs, and everyone started to play mobile phones and gossip with microphones in boredom.

I chatted with celebrities, chatted with the class next door, chatted with friends, and finally stopped the topic on me.

Huang Ye asked: "Ke Ke, how are you and that senior?"

Me and that senior.

The behavior of the senior a few days ago finally proved that I was not thinking too much before.At the end of a practice session that was still dark and windy, when he insisted on sending me back, he confessed to me at the door of the dormitory area.

For me, someone confessing his love is of course a good thing for me to secretly enjoy. It shows that I still have merits in myself, and there are still people who like me, and the person who likes me is not bad.

He said that he had a good impression of me and that he was very happy to know that I was single. Then he said a few hundred words about how he felt when I met and got along. It sounded like he was reading a romance novel. Finally, he concluded, saying It doesn't matter if you don't feel for him now, can you give him a chance to get close to me and let me try to get close to him.

Some time ago, I was deeply poisoned by He Yuan's theory of honest people. I think the senior said such a long paragraph with ease, which only shows that he is very experienced in this field and must not be an honest person.

I said, I don't want to.

Turn around and run away after speaking.

After I went back, I told He Yuan about this, and He Yuan laughed a few times, and it was exactly as I thought, saying, this senior is dishonest!

Later, Huang Ye also asked me about this matter, and I felt that I had nothing to hide, so I told her. She said a few words about what a pity, but there was no further text.

Today, ten days have passed since the senior confessed to me. In these ten days, we practiced once, and the only practice was that the senior always gave me ambiguous eyes in front of others. Really embarrassing.

"Don't mention it, I'm so scared." I shuddered on purpose.

Huang Ye smiled and stopped asking.

After this topic was over, the song in the box suddenly changed, and within a second, I recognized what it was, so I put down my phone and looked up at the screen, and then cast my gaze on Yingqing's face.

Yingqing also raised her head, picked up the microphone on the table, and handed it to me: "LaVanille, Coco, come and sing."

I smiled awkwardly, took the microphone and stood up, then walked to the screen and cut the song.

After the conversation with Jing Yi that night, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, but I didn’t know what was wrong. It was like a rope with a slipknot, but it was tied by me and could be untied, but I couldn’t do it. start.

So I went to He Yuan and told her exactly what our conversation was about.

After hearing this, He Yuan only summed it up in one sentence.

She said: "Ke Ke, you're done, Jing Yi must know that you like her."

I was stunned for a few seconds: "No, no, no, how could I know."

So He Yuan put together what I did to Jing Yi from the winter vacation to this semester, and all the conversations between us, and changed the protagonists of the story to A and B, and finally asked me, "Listen Got it? If you are B, what do you think A means to you?"

I swallowed my saliva: "Ah, Xixixixi likes me."

He Yuan smiled: "What you said yesterday was a heavy blow. Your teacher Jing may not have realized it before, but when you asked me this question, I understood it in context."

I was terrified.

Of course, this is just our guesswork.So at the end of the chat that day, He Yuan asked me to wait and see.If Jing Yi contacted me on the weekend and asked me to read a book with her, then it means that there is still a turning point in this matter. If Jing Yi didn't contact me, or even I approached her, and she still found an excuse to avoid this matter, then most likely it was Got it, and started avoiding me.

So that week, I finally waited until the weekend with trepidation and trepidation, and kept an eye on my phone all the time. Sure enough, as we guessed, on Sunday night, I didn't see any news from Jing Yi.

After all, I couldn't hold back, and sent her a WeChat message when it was impossible to find time to go out and meet her.

I asked: Teacher Jing, did you forget something?

Of course, this pretended relaxed tone could not conceal my nervousness. During the few minutes waiting for the reply, I deeply experienced the feeling of an executioner putting a knife on my neck. Keep people under the knife.

Jing Yi's reply finally made me completely die in a pool of blood.

She said: forget

After finishing speaking, he added without a gap: I'm sorry

Although I can't see the expression, I seem to be able to feel Jing Yi's state with these five cold words. I probably glanced at the phone and casually glanced at it.

I gave He Yuan a screenshot of our conversation, and after a lengthy silence, He Yuan said to me: Keke, come on!

And the following behaviors more and more confirmed our thoughts. Jing Yi no longer made eye contact with me in class, and she no longer replied in a timely manner to the things I sent her, and even waited until night before coldly Answer "Yeah."

This kind of word that drowns the mood makes me lose sleep several times.

Perhaps because of thinking of Jing Yi, my high-pitched mood suddenly became dull at night. On the way back, I saw my roommates singing with dilapidated voices, and I couldn't get into them anyway. My mind is full of images of Jing Yi calling my name that night and then laughing helplessly.

So apart from novels, how many successful teacher-student relationships are there in real life?

So she thinks I like her, makes her feel burdened, and starts avoiding me.

Maybe it's because I haven't thought of her this way for several days, maybe it's because I drank a little wine, or maybe it's because the night view of the campus is so beautiful. Slowing down, I found Jing Yi's phone number and called her.

I breathed heavily, and my heart beat faster and faster with the beeps coming from my ears, but unfortunately, after a full 50 seconds, Jing Yi didn't answer my phone.

I pressed the red button, then redialed.

This time my heart calmed down a bit, and every time I heard a beep in my ears, my feet followed the rhythm to guess the tiles on the ground, and finally when I didn't know the number of beeps, Jing Yi picked it up.

I also stood still because of this, not knowing how to move.

"Coco." She spoke first and asked me, "What's wrong?"

Today happens to be the fifteenth day of a certain month in the lunar calendar, and the moon is hanging high. From my perspective, it looks like a big pomelo growing on the big tree opposite, shining brightly.

"Mr. Jing, the moon is so round." I put my hands in my pockets and stared at the moon without moving.

Jing Yi didn't ask me what's wrong, nor did I ask why I said that suddenly, she was very quiet on the other side, so quiet that her voice became very deep.

She said, "Yes, today is fifteen."

I reached out and poked the moon, watching it fringe a layer of light around the edge of my fingertips: "Can you see the moon over there?"

She said, "Yes."

After I finished speaking, I heard the voice from her end. I turned the volume to the maximum and pressed the earphone tightly, for fear of missing it.

It was the sound of the window being pulled open, and I seemed to be able to imagine the picture of her half-kneeling on her window sill, holding the edge of the glass window and exerting force.

I don’t know if she has taken a shower, or if she has blown her hair, or if she has changed into her pajamas, but her back should be pretty at the moment, the long-haired girl is half-kneeling, slightly looking up at the moon hanging in the sky, Maybe the lights in the room haven't been turned on, everything is immersed in the color given by the night, like a painting without color.

How could I think of her like this.

When exactly did I like her so much, I don't quite understand myself.

"Jing Yi." I called her name.

She responded softly and asked me, "What's the matter?"

I put my hands off the moon, put them back in my pockets, and said in a low voice, "Last time you said you would take me to the newly opened bookstore, but you haven't taken me there yet."

She hummed on the other end, and lowered her voice. At this volume, my ears hurt a little.

"There's been no time," she said.

I pursed my lips and summoned up the courage to ask: "Then when do you have time?" After I finished speaking, I smiled and immediately added with a relaxed look: "I really want to go."

"Coco." She called my name again, and this coco, just like that night, was so gentle that I felt terrified.

She was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What did you do last night?"

I let out a sigh of relief: "I went to eat tonight, and I just came back from singing."

"Have you been drinking?" she asked.

I nodded and hummed again: "Drink some."

Jing Yi sighed slightly: "I remember, you drink well."

I laughed and stretched out my index finger to wrap the headphone cable around and around.

Yeah, I'm a good drinker, so I shouldn't be talking nonsense here by drinking.There is no beginning and no end, but every sentence is compelling.

I let go of the line in my hand, and finally walked towards the dormitory, and found my usual voice, and said to the phone: "The night after tomorrow is your hospital's farewell party, Mr. Jing, will you come to see me?" .”

Jing Yi hummed: "I will go."

I said hello.

She said again: "Come on, don't be nervous." After a few seconds, she said again: "Go to bed early."

I said hello again.

There was no need to continue this call. After saying goodbye, she hung up the phone without any hesitation. I listened to the beeping sound in my ears and glanced at the screen. The call time was actually 5 minutes.

The roommates are already far away from my sight. After making this phone call, it seems that I have exhausted all my strength, my temples are throbbing, and my head still hurts.

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