My singer girlfriend is super fierce

Ye Zhiqiu let go of the bottle awkwardly, and Yu Caiwei took it.

Then he opened it and poured out a few paper stars in front of Ye Zhiqiu's eyes.

"Can I open it?" Yu Caiwei looked up and asked softly.

After getting permission, Yu Caiwei carefully picked up a paper star and opened it.

"...Of course." At this point, Ye Zhiqiu didn't care, but instead came up and stared at Yu Caiwei's movements.

He really had no impression, but was actually very curious about what was written inside.

After opening one, the two looked at the paper and saw a paragraph of words.

——'Go to the light, I will go to you. '

"......"

Ye Zhiqiu's face was unclear, Yu Caiwei kept moving, opened another one, and changed the sentence on the paper.

——'Every cloud is missing, and every moon is missing at night. ’

The third one says ‘You are the orange in the sunset, the bright light in the sky’...

“Hiss.”

Looking at it, Ye Zhiqiu got goose bumps from these secret love words full of youthful literary atmosphere.

It seemed like he had copied them from newspapers, readers’ magazines, songs, etc., and he had written every word carefully...

Ye Zhiqiu carefully observed Yu Caiwei’s expression. The girl’s eyes flickered and she said nothing, and it was hard to tell what her mood was.

The key point was that Yu Caiwei seemed to have no intention of stopping at all, and she read one after another with great interest.

Ye Zhiqiu, who couldn’t stand it first, negotiated: “Well... just read two, there’s nothing good to see.”

Yu Caiwei ignored him, and Ye Zhiqiu gave up and let her go.

After reading seven or eight in a row, Yu Caiwei stopped, glanced at the table, and was actually ready to help fold them back along the traces.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Ye Zhiqiu said quickly: "I was planning to throw it away anyway, so let's just leave it alone, no need to bother."

Yu Caiwei was startled, looked up and said: "Really lost? Isn't it a pity?"

As if to reassure Ye Zhiqiu, Yu Caiwei added softly: "I'm not angry, these are your past memories, keep them."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled bitterly: "I'm not old enough to live on memories."

"Besides, not all memories need to be treasured."

Yu Caiwei looked directly into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes and asked again: "Really?"

Ye Zhiqiu's answer was firm, "Really."

Yu Caiwei stared at Ye Zhiqiu for a few seconds, and after confirming that he was not joking, she nodded and moved away.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu bring a garbage bag and sweep the glass bottle and paper stars into it, Yu Caiwei's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

If Ye Zhiqiu was nostalgic and wanted to keep the glass bottle, she would certainly not have any objection, nor would she be angry about it.

But being considerate and empathetic is one thing. In fact, she is not a generous person in relationships.

After all, this was written by Ye Zhiqiu for Chen Yuan. It would be a lie to say that she didn't care at all.

Ye Zhiqiu's behavior of throwing away the glass bottle without any nostalgia made her feel very happy.

"Done."

After cleaning up, Ye Zhiqiu walked back to the room from the living room and said cheerfully.

Then, he saw Yu Caiwei standing in the room, looking at him steadily, with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu asked in confusion: "What's wrong... um..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was held by Yu Caiwei, and then he felt a slight coolness on his lips.

He staggered under the weight of his body, and Ye Zhiqiu quickly hugged the person in his arms and sat on the bed to avoid falling...

Here? It seems a bit exciting...

As he gradually became hypoxic, this thought flashed through Ye Zhiqiu's mind.

After a long time, the two separated. Yu Caiwei looked up, her eyes shining with watery light.

"A reward for you."

"Hmm?" Ye Zhiqiu didn't react, and asked in confusion: "What reward?"

"..." Yu Caiwei blushed slightly, and said: "The reward for you losing the glass bottle."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, and didn't expect it to be this reason.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu didn't speak, Yu Caiwei's face flashed with a hint of nervousness, and asked: "Will you blame me for being stingy..."

"No."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "Emotions are selfish. It would be strange if you didn't feel anything at all."

"There will be emotional fluctuations, which means you care about the other person."

"I'm a little curious." Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously: "What did you feel when you saw that just now? Were you angry?"

Yu Caiwei, who was relieved, snorted lightly and said proudly: "No."

"That was written by you in the past. I like you now."

"But." Yu Caiwei looked directly into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes and said word by word: "Remember, these words in the future, youIt can only be written to me alone."

"..."

Yu Caiwei's face was serious and she spoke in a serious manner, but Ye Zhiqiu felt like he was being touched by love words again.

"Hmm~!"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't reply, and this time he took the initiative.

When they separated for the second time, they stared at each other for a while and laughed at the same time.

This holiday, how come it seems that they just changed the place to be intimate.

The two of them were half lying on the bed, Yu Caiwei leaned lazily in Ye Zhiqiu's arms and asked, "Where are we going next?"

Ye Zhiqiu, who was in a warm and soft embrace, also felt lazy and said casually, "Do you want to go somewhere?"

Yu Caiwei tilted her head and thought for a while, and asked back, "Where did you go the most in the past?"

"School?"

There are not so many programs in small cities, and he used to go between school and home.

"Okay." Yu Caiwei propped herself up and said decisively, "Just take me to school. ”

“I want to leave my shadow in all the places where you used to stay.”

“…” What else can I say? Ye Zhiqiu said it was no problem at all.

The two walked downstairs. The aunties under the shade of the trees had dispersed, and the community was less lively.

It seems that every city has a high school called "Experimental Middle School", and the high school Ye Zhiqiu attended was called by this name.

The car drove to the school gate. During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, the school gate was closed, but the small door on one side was open.

Ye Zhiqiu walked with Yu Caiwei, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if the security guard on duty would let him in.

“Wait a minute.” As expected, the two were stopped.

“What are you doing?”

Ye Zhiqiu was about to explain and ask for permission, but he didn’t expect the 60-year-old security guard to look at Ye Zhiqiu carefully.

“It’s you, go in.”

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned and asked curiously: “Uncle, do you recognize me?”

“Of course. "The security guard said, "He's from the 17th class, and he got the first place in the school."

"I don't know about the others, but I'm sure you know me. But you look more energetic now, and you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, yes, it's me." Ye Zhiqiu thanked him quickly, "Thank you, sir."

The security guard waved his hand, "You came back to school during the holidays, right? Come in!"

Ye Zhiqiu and Yu Caiwei thanked him and walked into the school, and the security guard's voice came from behind.

"By the way, remember not to do anything messy in school!"

The two stumbled, and Yu Caiwei blushed. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Do many graduating students go back to school to do something?

Sure enough, there are still many people who know how to have fun in this world...