Luo Yi and Ye Xiaoyang looked at each other - both of them were wearing white shirts, but one was wearing a denim skirt, the other was wearing jeans, and the shoes were all white.

Standing together, it really looks like a couple outfit.

Luo Yi: "..."

So embarrassed that I couldn't speak.

Luo Yi's fingers holding the railing tightened, and she quickly turned around, trying to ignore the unexpected coincidence.

Ye Xiaoyang didn't care. He changed his posture and leaned against the stone wall, his eyes flashing across Luo Yi's back.

"I'm just talking casually." Sun Yiman touched Luo Yi's little head.

Just now, two naughty hair were blown by the wind and danced on her head. She smoothed Luo Yi and said, "Hey, you're so shy."

Luo Yi whispered: "You always joke with me."

"Is there any?" Sun Yiman smiled, "Who was kidding you?"

Luo Yi thought to herself, wasn’t it just a joke to say that couples are wearing wardrobe?

Of course, someone always likes to make irrelevant jokes with her.

"Hey, you guys are here to take pictures!" Tang Kunyu waved at them with a camera in his hand.

"Here you come." Sun Yiman pulled Luo Yi's hand and said, "Let's go and take a photo."

Everyone lined up in two rows, with girls in front and boys in back.

Luo Yi stood consciously on the side. When taking photos, she usually stood tall in the middle and short in the sides. She knew the rules very well.

Tall boys like Ye Xiaoyang are at the center of the station to reason. But these boys stand very casually.

It must be something special that made Ye Xiaoyang stand behind Luo Yi again.

Well, that must be the case.

Tang Kunyu asked the camera to a passerby uncle, and then hurriedly got into the team.

"Eggplant--" Uncle Kaka took two pictures and asked, "Can you see if it's OK?"

Tang Kunyu took the camera and looked: "Cong Shuai, you are standing in the middle like a row of neat teeth being knocked off by someone!"

Cong Shuai is not very short, 1.75 meters tall, but when he was taking the photo, he was sandwiched between Tang Kunyu and Wang Changze, which is a bit revealed that he is short.

Cong Shuai stood up embarrassedly amid the crowd's playfulness.

"And you, Ye Xiaoyang. You stand by, like a row of neat teeth popping out of a fang!" Tang Kunyu yelled from the air.

Fangs and teeth: "..."

I think you look like fangs the most.

Zhou Jiahang decided to lend a helping hand to win back the two's precarious brotherhood. He said, "It's not like taking graduation photos, why are you so serious?"

Didn’t Ye Xiaoyang just want to stand with the girl and take a photo... This introverted man!

The squad leader is really confused.

"Do you still dare to say it?" Tang Kunyu walked over and pressed the camera on Zhou Jiahang's face. "Look at you, it's like a row of neat teeth tilted!"

Zhou Jiahang: “…”

Brother, I did my best.

Say goodbye.

"I said to the squad leader, if you describe it like this, are we still called a row of neat teeth?" Wang Changze questioned from the soul and revealed the mystery in one sentence.

"Of course I won't shout! Re-order it for me!" Tang Kunyu took action himself, and a group of boys in their fifteen or sixteen were pulled around by the teacher, and finally lined up.

"Hey, our squad leader has paid too much for this class." Zhou Jiahang patted Ye Xiaoyang on the shoulder and said to him: "Brother, don't be sad. I'll help you turn my face into hers."

Ye Xiaoyang: “…”

The picture is too beautiful to watch.

Ye Xiaoyang: "I think you are an old birthday boy and eat arsenic | frost."

Zhou Jiahang: "?"

Ye Xiaoyang: "Life is impatient."

Zhou Jiahang: "!"

Why don’t this guy appreciate his kindness to help him?

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, Zhou Jiahang muttered, "Come on, you. Now the graduation photo is not the only photo you have taken, and the school uniform is not the only couple outfit you have worn. What other bicycle do you want?"

"What's more," he said, "the earth is your common home, and our class is your common big family, so let's be more open-minded."

Ye Xiaoyang: "Shut up and you."

After taking a group photo, the group went down the mountain. When they arrived at the bus stop outside the park, everyone went back to their own houses and looked for their mothers.

Luo Yi took bus No. 702 when she returned to the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. According to Ye Xiaoyang's statement last night, he also took this bus home.

But they were the only one of them taking this bus.

Bus No. 702 arrived, and Luo Yi got on the bus with her bag on her back.

Just as she was about to put two coins into the coin port, Ye Xiaoyang grabbed her wrist and said, "I'll do it."

"No, you helped me clean this morning." Luo Yi refused.

"Anyway, you can't withdraw the money from the card." Ye Xiaoyang said as if his bus card was charged 100 million yuan.

"You don't have to do this if you have money." Luo Yi was embarrassed.

The two of them were so polite, and the bus driver looked at them as if they were looking at two mentally retarded.

Just one dollar, so? Is this so poor?

"You two have enough, hurry up and put in coins, the people behind you are still waiting to get in the car." The driver urged him, honking.

In the end, Luo Yi quickly stuffed two coins into the coin port, ending the childish farce.

There were not many empty seats in the car, so Luo Yi found a seat by the window to sit down. Ye Xiaoyang sat next to her for granted.

The sunset shrank its light and its temper became gentle. The green mountains and green trees in the distance were plated with golden yellow. The furry tare grass on both sides of the road poses.

A gust of scented wind blew, wrapped in the breath of gardenia, and the faint fragrance floated, making people feel refreshed.

Luo Yi leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the scene outside the car window in a daze.

"You live in your aunt's house?" Ye Xiaoyang broke the tranquility.

"Yes." Luo Yi nodded.

"Your aunt and my dad are colleagues." He said.

Although the two have similar qualifications, to be precise, Ye Rongcheng is Luo Xueqing's immediate boss, and he is more than one or two higher.

"I know." Luo Yi turned to look at him.

"Your dad works abroad?" Ye Xiaoyang just wanted to revitalize the atmosphere a little, but for some reason, he was as aggressive as a checkerer.

"Yeah." Luo Yi didn't hide it, "He went to Africa to mine."

Ye Xiaoyang: “…”

Although it is a transnational labor export, it sounds like... is doing a bit miserable?

Ye Xiaoyang was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions, for fear that she would be embarrassed.

"What happened today," Ye Xiaoyang wanted to say something but stopped, "Thank you."

"What?" Luo Yi was puzzled.

"That boring game." Ye Xiaoyang snorted coldly disdainfully.

Luo Yi remembered that he was thanking her for helping him?

"No thanks," she said, "their problems are too much."

Her tone was very calm, and she did not seem to have any prejudice against Ye Xiaoyang because of those problems.

It turned out that she was just frightened by those explicit questions today.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoyang felt much more depressed.

Luo Yi yawned a little, and the sleepiness came. The sun was shining now, which was very suitable for napping.

She held her backpack in her arms, closed her eyes and rested her sleep, and soon fell into a dream.

The bus was driving slowly on the road, and suddenly there was a turn ahead.

Inertia made Luo Yi lean towards Ye Xiaoyang unconsciously, and Ye Xiaoyang suddenly froze.

He vaguely smelled the fragrance of the girl, the faint smell of honey and orange, and a little milky and soapy aroma.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little face that was so close to him.

Luo Yi's eyelids are very thin, with shallow pink, and her thick and curly eyelashes look like acacia flowers.
To be continued...