He Yue's eyes became dazed and stunned. A pain that was not unfamiliar to his chest, and his breathing was not smooth, spreading from that place to his whole body.

The hands and feet are cold and stiff, and the brain is blank.

...He doesn't seem to have a father.

In other words, only he and his mother lived together, and the only relative who depended on each other also died in this car accident.

He is the only one left.

He Yue remembered the empty house again, the boy living alone inside, his silent face hidden in the shadows under the light.

Alone.

A thick barrier was erected all over her body, but she was worried that she would take her to the side of the road to wait for her to get on the bus.

Zhou Mi looked at Heyue worriedly. She kept pursing her lips and not speaking, looking straight ahead.

That look...

It seems like I'm about to cry.

Heyue fell down for a whole day, and only then did he get better at night.

After dinner in the cafeteria, the two of them were walking to the classroom and waiting for evening self-study. He Yue suddenly remembered that he went home last week and brought her a box of milk with Aunt Fang.

If you don't drink it, you will probably have to be put to the end of the term.

It's a burden of love.

He Yue sighed secretly.

"I'll go to the dormitory and get a bottle of milk." She said to Zhou Mi, "Do you want it? Bring you a bottle too."

"What kind of milk?" Zhou Mi asked.

"Just the kind I've drunk since I was a child."

"That brand in Australia? The one that is fragrant, nutritious and delicious? I want me, I want me!!!"

“………”

At this time, there was basically no one in the dormitory, the sky was almost dark, and the buildings were in a huge silence under the night.

He Yue touched the switch beside the door and pressed it, and his eyes suddenly became bright.

She turned to the milk box and took out two bottles from it.

When I returned the same road, the sky became dimmer and the lights began to light up around me. There was a very dark place in the teaching building, and the lights above my head seemed to be broken.

He Yue walked in a busy head, and at the corner of the stairs, at the junction of light and darkness, a person came from top to bottom. Even though his face was not very real, He Yue still recognized Qiu Qing'an.

His figure, appearance, including subtle expressions and movements seemed to be unconsciously engraved in his heart.

He Yue instinctively remembered what he heard this morning.

The two were getting closer and closer, and their eyes were intertwined. He looked over with a faint expression, opened his lips and blurted out his words.

“It’s almost time to start class.”

"Um?"

"where you go."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Qiu Qing'an spoke: "Washingroom."

"Oh." He Yue responded, unconsciously lowering his eyes to avoid gaze, and his brain was blank for a moment.

She instinctively pinched the things in her hand and said, "Do you want to drink milk?"

"?"

"I have been drinking it since I was a child. It is fragrant, delicious and nutritious-" As soon as he said, He Yue wanted to slap himself on the forehead, saying what kind of nonsense is Zhou Mi talking about.

Qiu Qing'an stood in front of her without moving, remained silent for a while, and spoke out for refusal.

"No."

"It will be inconvenient to get it later."

“……………………”

After a moment of stalemate, He Yue buried his head and rushed out from him, gust of wind blew and rubbed his arm.

Qiu Qing'an turned sideways and looked at the figure running quickly and disappeared around the corner of the corridor, blinking for a moment.

When Heyue returned to the classroom, the heat on her face had not faded yet, and what she replayed in her mind was the inconvenient sentence.

Yes, when someone went to the bathroom, why did she ask him if he was drinking milk?

………

He Yuemu put the bottle of milk tightly squeezed in his hand in front of Zhou Mi with his face, and took out a test paper from beside him, and said with a tense look on his back. Zhou Mi stripped out the straw and inserted it in, and drank it with satisfaction.

"Huh." She noticed the person next to her and said in confusion: "Yueyue, why are your face so red?"

"Shut up." He Yue said expressionlessly.

The next day, during lunch break, Qiu Qing'an came back after dinner. Jiang Haojie was playing and quarreling with Jiang Fang, and the two were like childish children.

He was too lazy to talk, so he pulled open the chair and sat down, reached out to the table to read the notes, and suddenly touched the hard object with his fingertips.

Qiu Qing'an took out the thing and found it was a bottle of milk with light yellow sticky notes on it, and he drew a smiley face.

He frowned in distress, looked forward, and He Yue was talking to Zhou Mi, with a fair and beautiful face on his side, and his expression was as normal.

Qiu Qing'an moved his fingers lightly, and lazily opened the straw. He just took a sip and was seen by Jiang Haojie's sharp eyes.

"Damn, Brother An, where did you get the milk? You actually secretly drink milk on our back?!" He shouted, and suddenly, everyone in the classroom looked over. Qiu Qing'an held the straw in his mouth and looked at him with a mentally retarded look.

Then, slowly loosen the straw and put the bottle on the corner of the table.

He looked up and met the happy gaze ahead.

The girl's clear black eyes smiled and Yingying looked at him.

Qiu Qing'an: "………”

Whispers began to come from all over the place.

"Qiu Qing'an actually drinks milk, which is inconsistent with other people's personality..."

"And that bottle is so cute. Where did you buy it? It doesn't seem that there is no one in our school supermarket?"

"Even if you drink milk, it's different from us!"

“…………”

Qiu Qing'an glared at Jiang Haojie again, and the latter touched his nose guiltily.

Not far away, Cheng Fei tightened the pen in his hand.

She had seen that milk in the dormitory.

There is a whole box of Heyue.

The last class in the afternoon was physical education class, and it was rare that the teacher of other subjects was not "occupied with the magpie's nest". When gathering in the playground, the physical education teacher joked.

"I didn't expect to see you again this semester. I'm so happy."

"teacher!"

"Don't curse us--"

A group of students below shouted, the male teacher smiled and waved his hand.

"Okay, go and run 800 meters for me first, and improve your physical fitness."

“………”

There was another wailing, and the team started to move sparsely, walking weakly around the runway.

After the round, the physical education teacher let them move freely. The boys played basketball enthusiastically, and the girls played badminton, table tennis, and many of them were cheerleaders. In addition, students who liked to study all returned to the classroom consciously.

Heyue does not belong to any of the above. She and Zhou Mi walked leisurely and went to the school supermarket to buy ice cream.

On the basketball court, cheers and cheers came one after another. Jiang Haojie and Qiu Qing'an cooperated tacitly, one passed the ball and the other shot, with a handsome and handsome movement, which caused many girls next to them to clench their fists and their faces to turn red.

Finally, Qiu Qing'an stood outside the arc and ended with a clean three-pointer. In the winter, the teenagers took off their thick coats and were full of vigor.

There were twenty minutes left before get out of class was over, and many people began to clean up and return to the classroom.

Qiu Qing'an held the school uniform in his hand, wearing only a beige sweater, and wiped his hands sweat after washing.

A person came towards him.

"Qiu Qing'an, I'll give it to you." The girl had a sweet smile on her face, met his gaze, and pursed her lower lips with a little shyness.

It's Cheng Fei.

Qiu Qing'an didn't have a deep impression of the people in the class, but because of the sensation on the day of school and the occasional approaching him, Qiu Qing'an still has memories.

In fact, for a long time, when he saw her, two flower-catching faces appeared in his mind, with tears and dust on them, mixed together, plus messy hair.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the milk handed to him and frowned.
To be continued...