Stunned for You

Although the actual Weibo content has not changed, she read it once at eleven o'clock. At that time, the total number of Weibo posts was 205. It's just half past zero, and the number of Weibo posts is 206.

At such a coincident time, Fu Sitian posted another Weibo that was only visible to him.

Will it be related to her?

Will it be a birthday wish for her?

Shi Yi stared at the line, his throat moved, and he let out a sigh of relief. At least, it can be.

A heart, ups and downs, capricious. Shi Yi laughed at himself, more and more times when he was deceived and sentimental like this. This is nothing like her. Is it the way to like someone? Reason often doesn't work, emotions are completely out of control, and always fluctuate with the other person's reaction.

It's a bit uncomfortable. But she couldn't produce rejection, and she even gradually got used to it.

She stroked the starry sky instrument beside her, her eyes softened. Maybe Stein didn't really care about himself at all.

She is not good at showing good things like this, and she has never done anything she has never done before repeatedly being rejected and squatting up to show good things. It's not that I don't know what to do. It's just that I'm too afraid that I will become ridiculous and entangled in Fu Sitian's eyes.

Shi Yi poked the screen brightly and glanced at Fu Sitian's Weibo, with a decision in his heart.

Try again in person. As long as Fu Sitian gave her a little affirmative hint, she would put aside all her self-esteem and reserve, confess to her, and entangle her to the end.

She locked the screen, put the starry sky instrument back in the distance, went back to the room with the rabbit in her arms, tried to fall asleep, and waited for dawn.

After dawn, it is a Friday when there are no classes in the bi-weekly morning. After a restless morning, she finally waited until the afternoon of the weekly physical education class.

This class is the annual standing long jump and 800-meter physical test.

The physical education teacher was jumping one by one according to the student number. Fu Sitian was pulled by her volleyball partner Zhang Qingyu and stood in the front row waiting place. Shi Yi stood calmly at the rear right not far from her.

Jian Lu and Waiting joked casually Shiyi: "It's so fast, one year has passed. Hahaha, I still remember the way you had to stop cooking after running last year. How are you, are you okay today? Should I be mentally prepared early?"

Shi Yi used his peripheral vision to locate Fu Sitian, wondering if Fu Sitian could hear him. She endured the unnaturalness, made a full set of tricks, and replied uncertainly: "It should be okay."

Jian Lu was surprised, and then nervously said:

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable in any way?" Normally, Shi Yi should have disapproved of his own jokes and ridiculed.

Her voice was not low, and the close friends next to her turned around and cared with her eyes, but Fu Sitian didn't hear it at all. She stared at the long jump classmates in the field motionlessly, without a trace at all.

Shi Yi lost his eyes and said calmly, "It's okay, I have a little cold."

Soon, the long jump was all tested. After a 15-minute break, the physical education teacher announced that he would switch to the 800-meter test.

As last year, the 800-meter test was divided into four groups with nine people in each group. Fu Sitian and his partner stood by the referee's stand where things were placed, and there was no intention that the first group was about to go.

Shi Yi knelt down to tie his shoelaces, calming down the inexplicable tension in his heart. Tie up the shoelaces, she stood up and walked towards the starting point of the runway where a few people had just stood with Jian Luhe with a solemn expression.

The nine people were all together, the physical education teacher blew a whistle, and everyone raised their legs neatly and rushed out of the starting point.

Jian Luhe ran second, Shi Yi followed behind her. She didn't have a fever this time, but she didn't know if she hadn't slept well for too long, and she didn't run much easier than last year. Her gaze fell on Jian Luhe's back, and her mind was completely wrapped around Fu Sitian's body.

Turning the corner, she looked towards the referee's stand naturally, and Fu Sitian was still standing there. It was too far away, she couldn't see Fu Sitian's expression clearly, she could only see that her beautiful little face was facing her direction.

The breathing was already rapid, and the heart suddenly became anxious as if it were beating a drum. The running route was a bit crooked, she retracted her gaze, held her mind, and practiced repeatedly in her heart. After a while, she would naturally pretend to be dizzy and uncomfortable.

Too contrived. She was too embarrassed to think about it.

But when she ran into the corner on the second lap, she still moved at will, adjusted her expression, and was about to start to enter a state of weakness.

Turning the corner, she turned her head and looked at the position where Fu Sitian had just stood still.

Fu Sitian turned his back to the direction in which she was running and left towards the indoor track on the right.

Her breathing suddenly stagnated, like a basin of cold water poured down her head, Shi Yi's heart was mostly chilled-Si Tian didn't care how she ran.

Her chest was tight and painful, her strength was taken away, she was unable to sprint at all, staggered, barely, and fell to the third in the group, which is worthy of stepping on the passing time to cross the line.

She was really uncomfortable, and the feeling of nausea rushed to her throat again. But the weakness is no longer able to get the distress of the person she wants, and she is not willing to show it at all. She refused the kindness of other classmates, clenching her back teeth, pale face, and moved to the side of the stand railing next to the finish line with difficulty. She held the railing tightly with her right hand, supported her body, stood straight, breathing heavily, and her face was terribly ugly.

Jian Luhe stood beside her, panting and worried: "Are you... okay?"

Shi Yi narrowed his eyes, and replied lightly: "It's okay."

Jian Luhe had never heard her such a weak tone, and became more worried. The two slowed down for a few minutes by the railing, Jian Luhe recovered a little, and suggested Shi Yi: "Is it still uncomfortable? Can you go? Otherwise, let's go inside. You don't want to blow the air here."

As soon as the voice fell, Shi Yi's aftermath saw Fu Sitian coming out of the indoor track. She walked towards Zhang Qingyu, she should be preparing for the next group to play.

At the end of November, the daytime wind in Shencheng was not strong, but Fu Sitian's thin figure made Shi Yi feel that a gust of wind could blow it down.

She frowned and couldn't resist her heart. She still spit out: "It's okay, I'll rest here for a while."

She turned her back, facing the playground, her eyes open.

Two minutes later, the physical education teacher blew the whistle again, and Fu Sitian's figure dangled her eyes as she expected and moved towards the front of the runway.

Shi Yi's eyes were locked on her uncontrollably.

From this direction, she could only see the outline of Fu Sitian's silhouette. Fu Sitian ran past her eyes, only one back was facing her, the pony tail swayed, her neck was white and slender, every time she ran, every pony tail swayed, like a butterfly flapping its wings on her heart.

Suddenly, Fu Sitian shook, his steps slowed down.

Shi Yi's heart sighed, and he lifted his foot to run towards her, Fu Sitian staggered, and the whole person fell in her sight.

Shi Yi's legs softened and he almost fell. She balanced her body and ran quickly towards Fu Sitian.

Fu Sitian has been helped by his closer classmates.

She was sitting on the runway, her face was white as paper, her nose was covered with cold sweat, and she seemed to be trying to stand up.

Shi Yi didn't have time to think about it. He knelt on one leg, supported her thin shoulder with one hand, grabbed her right hand, which was still bleeding but still on the ground, and muttered: "Don't move."

Fu Sitian stared at her blankly, his dark eyes were dark, his lips trembled, and he almost whispered: "Shi Yi..."

As if with grievances and tenderness. When I listened, my heart trembled. She opened her mouth, just about to answer, Jian Luhe rushed to follow: "Is Si Tian okay?"

Fu Sitian regained his clarity in his eyes, and shook his head weakly.

Obviously Shi Yi was right in front of her, but she still withdrew her hand from Shi Yi's hand, and turned her head to ask the female classmate next to her: "Could you please lend me a little help?"

The resisting posture was so obvious, the trace of nostalgia that I had just noticed seemed to be my own illusion. Shi Yi squeezed his empty palms tightly, and his eyes sank.

Fu Sitian was helped by the female classmate and Jian Luhe to stand up. Shi Yi looked at her weak but indifferent face, and suddenly felt that such a courteous attitude was too ridiculous.

She straightened her kneeling leg and then stood up. She lowered her eyelashes, her eyes fell on Fu Sitian's bloodshot palms, still distressed, "My car is at the door, and there is alcohol and band-aids in the glove box. I will bring them for you?"

"Thank you, no trouble." The girl's voice was very soft and polite, "I just go to the bathroom and flush with water."

"I'll help you over." Jian Luhe saw that the situation was wrong, winked at Shi Yi and volunteered.

But Shi Yi didn't have the strength to distinguish what Jian Luhe meant anymore.

She did not speak any more, just watched Fu Sitian smile at Jian Luhe, did not reject Jian Luhe, and let Jian Luhe walk away. Little by little, completely disappeared in his own world.

A choking throat, frustrated.

Shi Yi walked to the highest point and the corner of the stands with heavy steps, and sat alone until dark. The street lights outside the fence came on, and the familiar warm light came in, illuminating the sparsely running figures on the playground track.

I wish I could still find the girl's face, and the apricot eyes that shyly peeked at her when she ran by.

There will never be again.

Shi Yi closed his eyes, his face itchy. She tasted her tears.

No one will wait for you in place. Don't bother her anymore. She convinced herself thoroughly.

After the time entered December, it seemed that it was no longer a day to pass, and the New Year's footsteps were inadvertently forced to the eyes.

Jian Lu and Shi Yi tentatively invited Shi Yi: "Let’s go to the school’s outdoor New Year’s Eve party together on New Year’s Eve. After watching the party, just go back to the dormitory to celebrate Si Tian’s birthday together?" She occasionally wanted to help ease the relationship between the two of them. , But Shi Yi had obviously lost interest.

Sure enough, Shi Yi refused.

Although Jian Luhe regrets, but can't figure out the specific entanglement between the two, he dare not persuade more.

On the night of December 31st, Fu Sitian dragged his tired body to the school New Year's Eve party with Chen Xizhu, Yin Fanlu, and Jian Luhe.

In the sound of deafening music, laughter, and excitement, Fu Sitian smiled happily.

Thousands of people shouted the countdown. At the first moment when the New Year’s bell rang, everyone was shouting "Happy New Year!" Chen Xizhu, Yin Fanlu and Jian Luhe chanted to her in her ears: "Si Tian, ​​birthday happy!"

They were afraid that she would not hear them, they shouted unscrupulously over and over again, their smiles were sincere and cute, and the shouts echoed in the gradually quiet square, and the host on the stage was also pleasantly surprised: "I seem to have heard a classmate just happen to birthday?"

Jian Luhe raised Fu Sitian's hand and cheered: "Here, the birthday star is here."

Everyone's eyes focused.

Fu Sitian blushed.

The host laughed and didn't say anything. He just pointed the microphone to the audience, and the audience blessed the students happy birthday: "Happy birthday!"

With blessings resounding across the sky, Fu Sitian bit his lip, and water vapor gradually came up under his eyes. No one has ever celebrated her so lively, let alone so many kindnesses from strangers.

She thought she would be content and extremely happy.

Looking at these thousand blessed smiling faces, she smiled, but there was a place in her heart that became more and more empty, more and more painful, very painful.

With this blessing, there is no time in the smiling faces.

At the age of 19, the life started by Shi Yi's gentle "Happy Birthday" is over.

20 years old, 21 years old...every year from now on, there will be no stars and no time.

Where is Shi Yi? Who are you with again?

That place was like an empty mouth that was rotten with sores and could never really heal. It hurts my heart if I accidentally poked it.

On the night of New Year's Day, Jian Lu and went home. Yin Fanlu was called to play a werewolf and killed by Lei Yilin and his dorm. Fu Sitian was the only one left in the dormitory.

At midnight, the end of January 1st was announced. Shi Yilian sat on the side of the bed, smiled bitterly, and looked at it for a whole day with his backhand, and stuffed the gift that would never be given out into the bottom of the bedside drawer.

She lay down, tried to fall asleep, at half past zero, she still grasped the phone with resignation, and finished the last thing before going to bed every night-watching Fu Sitian's trumpet.

Poke into the homepage and slide to all Weibo pages. The number of microblogs shows that another one has been added. I was accustomed to dragging down to see if there were any likes. Suddenly, her fingertips froze, and her breathing was held.

At 23:58 on January 1, Fu Sitian posted a Weibo, which was visible.

she says:

lh said, the wish will not come true if you say it.

101, then I can make a wish, can I not like you in the future?

For an instant, Shi Yi's heart seemed to be hit by something, painful and soft. It seemed that there was thunder hitting her ears, and it was like fireworks blooming in her heart. Uncontrollable distress, joy, and love overwhelm all reason.

She rolled up and got out of bed, and even forgot to put on slippers, put on a pair of trousers eagerly, put on a long down jacket, went to the living room to grab the car key and went out.

No one was encountered all the way down to the garage. When I got into the car, I stepped on the gas pedal, and started driving for a while, I gradually felt that my feet felt wrong. She lowered her head and saw that she was barefoot, only to realize what stupid she had done.

I don't want to look back. I don't want to waste any more moments.

For a moment, he couldn't bear to suffer more for Fu Sitian.

It was freezing cold and the night was quiet. She dragged the car to the gate of the campus, stopped the car, slammed the door, barefoot, with hair scattered, running like a lunatic in the midnight campus.

Panting, facing the aunt's consterious eyes, she ran into the dormitory building, ran into the elevator, and ran to the door of 1510's dormitory.

The door of the dormitory was actually hidden.

Shi Yi's heartbeat was frantic, and there was unconcealable tension on his always calm and indifferent face.

She tremblingly pushed open the door, the iron door made a heavy creak, and the room was full of brilliance, there was a rustling bed curtain turning, and then, Fu Sitian's little face that she was thinking about came out.

As if he had never expected it to be Shi Yi, Fu Sitian was visibly stunned.

Shi Yi settled down suddenly, and the corners of his lips smiled unconsciously. She stepped into this dormitory that had carried their most painful memories under the girl's ignorant gaze.

The girl wailed and reminded: "Fanlu and Luhe are not in the dormitory."

Shi Yi pushed the door with his backhand, and said warmly: "I'm looking for you."

She stared at her and stepped closer. Fu Sitian's breathing was completely chaotic under her implicitly hot sight, and the long-dead heart seemed to be resurrected in her chest in an instant.

She unconsciously squeezed the sheet tightly, and asked shakingly: "Is there anything...?"

Shi Yi walked to the head of her bed and looked up at her, his eyes brighter than the stars and softer than the lake. She reached out and picked up Fu Sitian's left hand on the quilt, and took her hand to her face, in a low and soft voice:

"I came to you to make a New Year's wish."

Her face was so icy, but the kiss that fell against her palm was so hot and hot.

"Don't dislike me, always keep loving me, OK?"

Fu Sitian's blood boiled like a kiss on the soul. Fu Sitian's brain was congested and dizzy, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming again or it was happening.

The author has something to say: Xiaotu Ji can't hold it anymore, and Shi Yi hugs the red rabbit with satisfaction.

I won’t watch the trumpet at night anymore, and watch the 108 styles of eating rabbits.