chapter 3 admitted

Chapter 3…. admitted

"Would you like to ask about your health? You have a mild concussion and will be hospitalized for three or four days." Shuangshuang replied understandingly, "Lu Yuewei and Calm have asked for a leave for you. I'll go back today and see you tomorrow."

　　She avoided talking about the cause of the blood, which made me sadder even more.

　　Shuangshuang finally collapsed because of the irritation in my eyes: "Don't look at me with the eyes of a Korean drama heroine? Tell you, the reason you vomited blood was because your stomach was bleeding, not because you fell!"

　　Just a stomach bug?

　　I have a feeling of winning the lottery jackpot.

　　"Who told you to eat Mala Tang at noon? The doctor said that you have a bad stomach."

　　I was completely relieved, but soon remembered another problem. After looking around for a while, Shuangshuang and I were the only ones in the ward, he was not there.

　　Shuangshuang has come over dog-legged: "Pigeon, do you know who paid your medical expenses in advance?"

　　I'm speechless.

　　"It's the handsome guy! It turns out that you and the handsome guy have known each other for a long time. You really are there! You don't even know how scary his face was at that time. He rushed over and hugged you and rushed to the car.

The leader of the B University teacher held him. , let him stay for the ball game, and said that the medical team is responsible for sending you to the hospital. But he is not willing to live you to die, so it is too cool to leave half of the ball game! You know,he the team's center, he's gone, and the frustration, the boys of our school team pulled back the defeat..." She rambled on for a long time, and seeing that I have been silent, she remembered the most important thing: "Pigeon, big girl. What's the handsome guy's name?"

　　"Mu Nanqiao, I don't have his phone number."

　　Her eyes brightened and gloomy, and she muttered softly: "Stingy." Then she continued to complain, "You said what bank card did you say at the time... What a romantic scene you spoiled!"

　　Romance you... a big bastard.

　　The story between me and Mu Nanqiao is not romantic at all. In short, he is a bamboo horse and I am a childhood friend.

　　We lived in the same community since we were young. We looked down and saw each other, and we couldn't be more familiar with each other. However, the bamboo horse ran away and the childhood sweetheart fell. Now they are like passers-by, and those feelings that were once unspeakable are also lost.

After a year of repeating the third year of high school, it was time to fill in the application. The score was enough to allow me to apply for the school Mu Nanqiao is, but with an unspeakable malice, I filled in another school.

　　Because I don't want to meet Mu Nanqiao, that's all.

　　But it's only been a month since school started, and we met again, and it was at this awkward moment.

　　The past rushed towards me, with a blanket covering my face, making me suffocate a little.

　　Elementary school, junior high school, high school... It seems that every step of growth has his participation.

　　Back then I was addicted to books and I often saved money for breakfast just to buy a book. Sometimes when I was buying books in the bookstore, my father would call: "Xiaoge, did you go to buy books without having breakfast again?"

　　I lied and said, "No, Dad, I'm at the bun shop."

　　Then Mu Nanqiao will shout in a timely manner: "Hey, the crab yellow buns you want are good, and the millet porridge is here—"

　　Hanging up the phone, we managed to laugh.

　　I said to Mu Nanqiao, "You are very talented in opening a bun shop."

　　He replied, "You also have the talent to be the proprietress of a steamed bun shop."

　　I was so frightened that my heart was beating wildly, and finally I said indifferently: "Okay, you come and work for me as a small worker, and I promise to give you a good salary."

　　Mu Nanqiao said very smoothly: "Okay, don't rely on my salary then."

　　I was speechless, not knowing what to do next. It's not fair to think about it, my heart is beating here, and he's humming nonchalantly over there.

　　In my impression, that may be regarded as a vague confession.

　　It's just that, after I told my deskmate about it, she laughed so hard that she bent over, pointed at me and said, "Jiang Geyan, you're so stupid, that's not a confession at all. Boys often make such ambiguous jokes, okay?" .

　　Yeah?

　　Are boys always like this?

　　I started to be at a loss again.

　　Sometimes two people are too familiar, but they can't see each other's mind.

　　But what does it matter, Mu Nanqiao is really kind to me. He later began to fulfill Dad's instructions, supervising me to have breakfast. As for the books I liked, he would always buy them for me, first carefully wrapping a layer of anime book covers, and then writing my name on the title page in beautiful and smooth pen.

　　I often looked at his back and giggled, and then thought wildly.

　　How good it would be if Mu Nanqiao was a book.

　　I will carefully cover him with a beautiful cover, and write my name on the title page to declare sovereignty. Take him with me during the day and put him on my pillow at night. Read carefully under the light before going to bed every day, and finally fall asleep peacefully and have a good dream.

　　In the end, when I told my deskmate about this little thought, she smiled ambiguous.

　　She said, "Geyan, you are also a book, he is the first volume, you are the second volume."

　　I nodded heartlessly: "Your idea is also very interesting."

　　She pinched her brows speechlessly and asked me, "Jiang Geyan, do you really understand or fake it? If you act like a silly child again, he won't be interested in you anymore. Boys don't like playing games. partner, but a woman."

　　I really don't understand what it means to be at the same table. How can there be such a complicated relationship between the first volume and the second volume?

　　But when I went to high school, the girls around me suddenly became much plump, like willows in the spring breeze, they changed to new green overnight, giving birth to beautiful curves. More and more girls like Mu Nanqiao and are somewhat hostile to me.

　　Because of the sentence my tablemate said, "You shouldn't be so close to Mu Nanqiao, you will be resisted by all girls if you are infected with male gods", I began to keep a distance, even alienated, from Mu Nanqiao.

　　But I found that one day , I actually saw my tablemate and Mu Nanqiao talking on the roadside, and my tablemate's eyes were full of longing.

　　Girls' friendships are so fragile. I went home and cried a lot, but no one could persuade me.

　　Later, when Mu Nanqiao came, he walked to my bed, rubbed my hair and said, "Don't cry, Xiaoge, I'll take you to fish for shrimp."

　　Tears were withdrawn like this.

　　I cheered and came to the pond and took out Dad's hook. Mu Nanqiao laughed until his stomach hurt, and said to me, "Xiao Ge, you only need a stick to catch shrimp. Shrimp is very stupid, and it won't loosen when it is clamped on anything."

　　At that time, I felt that I was a stupid shrimp.

　　Very easy to deceive, easy to satisfy, wielding two big pincers, thinking that he is invincible in the world.

　　The past is like smoke, those colorful good times are gone forever. It seems that this is the only way to grow, something must be let down, when we are injured, the wounds scab, fall off, and we are left with a hard shell.

　　Thinking of this, my mood is inevitably down, and I don't want to talk.

　　Shuangshuang thought I was tired, so she got up and said, "I'll go back to the dormitory first, you can go to sleep first."

　　When I got back into the quilt, I heard Shuang Shuang whispering: "By the way, when the doctor judged that you were all right, Mu Nanqiao turned his back and cried."

　　I closed my eyes and pretended not to hear.

　　When the door to the ward was gently closed and I was alone, I secretly wiped away my tears.

　　Mu Nanqiao, the reality is so cruel that none of our friends have to do it, why do you do this?

　　Stomach disease is a disease that requires long-term maintenance.

　　The doctor asked about my diet on the day of the illness, educated me, and then prescribed me some medicine. After forty-eight hours in the hospital, I was officially discharged.

　　In fact, there is not much luggage, but Shuangshuang still came to pick me up to go back to school. I walked out of the elevator chatting and laughing with her, and unexpectedly found that someone was already waiting for me in the lobby.

　　It's Mu Nanqiao.

　　He put his hands in his pockets,he wore a very casual white shirt, jeans, and sneakers, which was outrageously young. It just so happened that the sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting a halo around him. Such Mu Nanqiao is like a fantasy, pure and beautiful, making people willing to indulge in it.

　　I remember that Mu Nanqiao once had a glorious nickname, Xiao Qiao. Now that I think about it, I feel that this nickname is really appropriate.

　　Seeing me coming, he greeted me: "Let's go."

　　The tone was familiar as if we had never parted, nor had we long separated.

　　Shuangshuang stuck out her tongues: "Pigeon, I'm going back to school first, please slow down on the way." After speaking, she walked out quickly, for fear of becoming a light bulb.

　　Mu Nanqiao asked immediately, "When are you going to have a gastroscope?"

　　I tightened my grip on the bag and stammered, "Another day, the doctor said that an appointment for a gastroscope is required now, and it is estimated that it will be done next month."