Along the way, he felt extremely tired, leaning on He Yue's shoulder and not talking. When the car arrived home, he suddenly woke up, staring at her with wide eyes and looked pale with a pale look.

"What's wrong?" He Yue touched his forehead and felt a thin layer of cold sweat.

"I had a nightmare." Qiu Qing'an said, pursing his lips, pushing open the door and getting out of the car.

He Yue was a little worried. When he returned home, it was dark. He was particularly silent tonight. After taking a shower, he lay in the quilt and grabbed He Yue's hand and refused to let go.

"Sleep?" Looking at his open eyes, He Yue couldn't help but reach out and touched it. His eyelashes were thick. In the blink of an eyelash, it looked like a butterfly wing swelled through his fingers.

Qiu Qing'an did not respond, and still looked at her motionlessly, with a quiet face.

"Speak." He Yue shook the hand he grabbed her again.

"Don't sleep." Qiu Qing'an replied, his voice softly.

"Then why are you doing lying in bed so early?"

"I'm tired." He whispered again. The memories were too heavy, and it was so heavy that after he told the past, it was like he was exhausted and could not raise any strength.

He Yue was silent when she heard this. After a moment, she let go of his hand and prepared to get up.

"Where are you going?!" Qiu Qing'an immediately grabbed her and used his strength.

"I'll go take a shower." He Yue was helpless, "You don't sleep yet, should I sit by the bed and accompany you all night?"

"Oh." He responded, lowered his eyes, and the hand she had released gradually curled up outside.

"Then you come back soon."

Heyue wiped her hair with a towel, Qiu Qing'anping lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling motionless. She took out the hair dryer and sat on the floor, and drank her hair in the midst of noisy noise.

When he got up, Qiu Qing'an still maintained that position. He Yue followed his eyes and looked at the ceiling and the white walls, with nothing special.

She looked at his eyes again, and deep in the dark pupils, there was a hole.

He Yue stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Qiu Qing'an's eyes. His eyes flashed slightly, and he shook with her movement for two seconds, and then quickly settled on her face.

In a moment, he pulled up the quilt and covered himself with a blanket.

The whole person looks like a cicada pupa hidden in the shell.

He Yue chuckled, pulled the quilt open, and lay in.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Qing'an froze, staring at her, not daring to move.

"Give you some warmth of love." He Yue said casually. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Qiu Qing'an slowly let go of his hands, and the shock in his eyes slowly faded.

For a moment, he reached out and hugged her waist, burying his head on Heyue's shoulders.

"I miss her a little." After a long time, the person in his arms said lightly. He Yue instantly understood the words without any thoughts.

She touched his back, and could feel the shape of the bones below through the fabric and temperature.

Heyue made a sentence for no reason.

"You seem to have lost weight recently. I'll make some soup for you tomorrow."

"What soup?" Qiu Qing'an asked as she said.

"What soup do you want to drink?"

“I love ribs and kelp.”

"This is simple, I will go to the vegetable market to buy ribs tomorrow."

"Um."

The two of them stopped talking, the room was quiet, a beam of moonlight came in, and the figures embraced on the bed were inseparable.

Qiu Qing'an hugged her, and her chest, which was originally empty and a little painful, was filled with other things, warm and a little hot, just like the temperature on her body.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.

The night darkened and everything was full of sound. He Yue lowered his head, looked at him quietly for a while, and fell a kiss on his forehead.

Good night.

The next day, Qiu Qing'an got his wish and stewed pork ribs with kelp.

The recipes Heyue searched for online were surprisingly successful, but every new attempt went smoothly. Qiu Qing'an has developed a good cooking skill these days.

He was going to practice driving in the morning, so He Yue of course accompanied him and bought two cups of coffee on the way to bring it to the coach.

The sun was scorching, and she sat under the shade of the trees, looking at the people in the car not far away.

Qiu Qing'an listened carefully to the command of the co-pilot instructor, and operated the steering wheel in his hand, focusing on his mind.

There were other people practicing driving next to him. When he saw He Yue always came to wait for him, he couldn't help chatting together and became familiar with each other.

"Hey, I said, beautiful girl, you are so nice to your boyfriend. You come with him to practice driving on such a hot day." An uncle in big shorts spoke, holding the dog tail grass pulled beside his foot in his hand, waving boredly.

"Anyway, I have time." He Yue smiled, with a good temper.

"I think I remember you said you had just finished the college entrance examination last time, right?" The uncle ran into He Yue several times. He was the same coach as Qiu Qing'an, and the time was about the same every time.

"yes."

"Hey, the results were released not long ago?" The uncle was still chatting with her warmly. The temperature was so high that it felt uncomfortable to play with the phone. Moreover, the sun was dazzling, so it was uncomfortable to look at the screen.

It's better to talk to the people around you.

"It's been two days."

"How are you doing the exam?" Someone interrupted and started talking.

"It's okay."

"Are you still together in college?" The uncle was quite worried about them, and he asked the key point in his words.

"Well... in a city, he has better grades, but I'm a little bit worse."

"Which school should I apply for?" asked the other person on the side, and He Yue pondered for a while and replied.

"He applied to Peking University, and I applied to Nanjing University, and the two schools are not far away."

"Oh, that's amazing. I can't tell that the young man is so awesome." The uncle slapped his thighs excitedly and gave him a thumbs up.

He Yue smiled sincerely this time. Just as he was about to say something, the uncle chattered around him again.

"Little girl, then you have to hurry up. This young man is not bad at this handsome guy than the stars on TV. His grades are good. He is very popular when he goes to college and goes out of society. Girls have to sweep at him in groups!"

"Yes, yes, it's so rare." Someone echoed.

"No wonder you always come with him. Such an excellent boyfriend is unavailable!"

He Yue lowered his head and smiled, without saying anything or explaining anything. A different voice suddenly came from his ear, a little hesitant, but everyone heard it.

"I think she is very good, she has a pretty personality..." The person who spoke was a boy wearing glasses. He looked young and always sat by his side and listened to them chatting. This time he spoke, everyone was watching, and his cheeks turned a little red.

In particular, when he touched the look of Heyue, he unconsciously hid his eyes.

He Yue smiled kindly at him.

Qiu Qing'an got out of the car and walked over, and saw He Yue laughing at a boy, who actually showed a shy expression!

His eyes were unconsciously sinking slightly, and the corners of his mouth were pursed tightly.

"What are you talking about?" He walked to He Yue's side, as if asking casually, and someone was clamoring.

"Which is talking about you! Handsome guy!"

Qiu Qing'an looked at He Yue inquiringly, his eyes were pitch black, and there seemed to be a trace of questioning hidden inside.

"Nothing." He Yue bent his lower lip and handed over the bottle of water he had been holding in his hand.

"Are you thirsty?"

"Yes." Qiu Qing'an reached out to take it, unscrew the lid, raised his head and took a few sips.

"Are you tired?" He Yue asked again, Qiu Qing'an stared at her, and suddenly, lowered his head and hit his head.

He leaned his forehead against her shoulder and murmured softly, as if he was acting coquettish.

“So tired.”

The two stood there, the boy bent over and leaned against the girl's shoulder, closed his eyes, and moved his lips slightly. He was talking and couldn't hear clearly. He only saw the girl reaching out and gently touching his head, with gentle mouth corners.

The summer breeze hits, the heat is slightly reduced, the green and lush trees move in the wind, and the blue sky and white clouds are as beautiful as a movie scene.

Sure enough...things like feelings are really like people knowing the warmth and coldness of water.

The uncle shook his head, feeling that these people were all worried. His eyes turned and fell on the boy wearing glasses.

He stared at that place in a daze, then quickly turned his eyes away, with a look of loss and envy that he tried his best to cover up.

Alas! He couldn't help but sigh again.

How many people in the world are in love with each other? Most of them are seeking but not getting.

Youth is so good.

The sky was clear before, and it was so hot that it was so hot that the high temperature was like a steamer holding people inside.

As soon as I came back from the place where I was practicing, the sun began to disappear on the road and was replaced by heavy clouds. As soon as I got off the car, the raindrops as big as beans knocked down. The street vendors hurriedly avoided the stalls, and the store took in all the tables and chairs outside.
To be continued...