On the way to the afternoon exam.

It was so quiet that she couldn't sit still. She was still thinking about the text message on her phone.

She lowered her head and finished the question quickly, checked it again, and then handed in advance without waiting for the time.

Most of the students in the exam room were still writing test papers, silent, and the teacher paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

She gently packed her pencil case and schoolbag, then pushed open the door and walked out.

As soon as I went out, a stream of air conditioning came to my face.

The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is huge, and she shrank her neck.

The school library is in the south building and has to walk around the canteen for a while. During this period, the students are about to take the exam and are sparsely populated along the way.

It started to drizzle at some point, wet and cool.

Yin Jing tightened the collar of her clothes, then held up the little red umbrella and walked into the rain.

When she arrived at the library, she put away her umbrella, waved her hand and threw away all the water droplets.

Then I put a plastic bag in and carefully entered it.

The librarian lowered his head and was dozing. Hearing the movement, he glanced at her and continued to fall asleep.

The museum is very large, with two rows of bookshelf on both sides and left and right, and there are rows of seats and sofas in the middle. Only a few seniors are reading books.

She looked around and saw no statement.

Has he not come yet?

An Jing tilted her head and thought about it. She accidentally walked into the bookshelf. All kinds of book codes were neatly arranged, and a sense of old book filled it. Her fingers poked up and passed by one by one. Occasionally, she would pull out a book of interest to flip through it.

Before I knew it, I had already reached the last corner.

She paused, lowered her head and took out her cell phone, and looked at the time.

I want to turn around and find a seat and sit down and continue waiting.

At this time, slow footsteps came from behind.

She was about to turn around, but the footsteps accelerated behind her. Suddenly, someone pressed her into the innermost part, close to the window, and his hands were tightly wrapped around her waist.

She felt nervous and was about to make a sound, but she could smell a familiar breath and her cry stopped.

She glanced at the figure in the window and said quietly: "You scared me again."

Chen Shu didn't say anything, but just laughed secretly, then he lowered his head and put his chin into Yin Jing's white neck, narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The two were silent for a while.

The rain ticks outside, and the indoors are as warm as spring.

An Jing felt a little uncomfortable in her position and struggled slightly.

There was no movement for a long time. She was behind her back and couldn't see anyone, so she could only turn her head and shout, "State?"

After a while, Chen Shuo responded lazily, and the sound passing through his throat was a little nasal.

An Jing pulled his hand away, turned around, raised her head slightly, and looked at him with clean and moist eyes: "Have you been there for a long time?"

His black hair was a little wet and swung on his forehead.

His dark eyes were fixedly looking at her.

Chen Shu let her pull it, took a slight step back, held her slightly cold hand in her hand, held it to her mouth, kissed it casually, and said concisely: "It's not long."

An Jing pursed her lips.

He was very skillful in his movements, as if he had done them thousands of times.

She is not very adaptable yet.

She lowered her head, took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket, then gently rubbed his hair, soaked in water, and pulled it one by one.

Chen Shu bowed his head very well, and her handkerchief had a very pleasant fragrance of flowers, which was swaying to him.

After finishing the scrubbing, he tilted his head to look at him.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

He must have been here for a long time, and his hair was soaked by the rain was a little dry.

Chen Shu picked up a smile on his lips, "I want to see how long it takes to find me."

An Jing opened her mouth slightly and wanted to explain.

Chen Shu didn't give her a chance. As he said that, his hand that had been inserted into his pocket stretched out, bent, and shook the tip of her small nose, "I didn't expect you haven't found your boyfriend for so long."

He saw her when she first came, and he thought about it and couldn't help but go up.

As a result, she just watched her surfing the bookshelf row after row, and her attention was not on him at all, as if the books were more interesting than him, which made him a little angry.

An Jing lowered her head and muttered: "I thought you were still taking the exam."

Chen Shu snorted, his tone a bit arrogant.

"You don't know me? When wasn't the first one to hand in the paper?

As he spoke, he was still a little angry. He turned his head, casually touched his fingers to the bookshelf, and lit it casually.

Seeing his appearance, An Jing curled a helpless smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Why do you look so much like a child?" she said softly.

The confession pretended not to hear it, but just didn't look at her.

An Jing smiled secretly in her heart.

Why did he realize after falling in love that this person is not the calm and confident boy he used to be. He may secretly sulk for something trivial to the point of An Jing's opinion.

And it was also funny when sulking. As long as he just kept his eyes away from looking at her and pretended to look around, An Jing knew that he was angry again.

Quietly lowered his eyes and found that his hand was still holding his own firmly. She smiled, and shook the corner of his clothes with her other hand, and shouted softly: "State."

As soon as Chen Shu breathed, he gritted his teeth and carried her into his arms. Why was he helpless with her?

An Jing crashed into his arms.

His breathing was close to his ears, and he held her waist firmly with both hands, calmly numbing his heart, slowly stretched out his hand, reached Chen Shu's back, and hugged him tightly.

The quiet head rested on the upright shoulders of Chen Shu.

She found that she was a little addicted to the smell of him, a clear mint smell, not heavy, but addictive.

An Jing asked him before why he smelled like this.

He explained that if you want to smoke at school, you will contain a mint candy to relieve the secret.

The two did not speak.

Wen Jing made a sound to break the calm, "Go?"

In fact, they have very little time to get in private, and their class classes are very busy. Sometimes they don’t have time to hug them at the end of the day. They usually cannot go home together after school because she has An Yue by her side.

So from the way from the school to the station, Chen Shu was always dissatisfied and followed them secretly. He didn't listen to An Jing's words.

And there were also Song Sizhou and others next to Chen Shu.

They thought that the story was still chasing others with unrequited love, so they would definitely sacrifice their lives to accompany their brothers to share the joys and sorrows.

I don’t know when Lu Ge also added a corner of them.

The team behind is growing stronger and stronger.

An Yue often thought she was being followed by a bad young man, but when she turned back, she was a little surprised, and she didn't know why they were following, and she didn't even tell them.

An Yue often nagged in her ear: "A group of psychopaths."

An Jing is always awkward, and I can only hope that the car will come soon.

Today is Friday, and An Yue is going to learn piano after the exam, so she can go home together. The Friday he has been waiting for for a long time has arrived.

A scattered voice sounded, "Let me hug you for a while."

He is like a lazy big cat at this moment, not wanting to move or walk, but just wanting to immerse himself in this small world that belongs to them.

Chen Shu kissed her cheek with his side eyes, and tweeted, and then, repeatedly, quietly chuckled away, "Don't do it, itch."

The statement became more and more intense, and a smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Itchy?"

His dense kisses were reflected on his quiet side face, ear porch, and neck.

Out of the library.

There is a distance between the two people one by one.

Walk in front quietly with an umbrella.

Chen Shuo put his hand in his pocket and followed slowly. He put on the hat of his sweatshirt and glanced at her back.

Yin Jing covered his ears with his hands for a while, it was so hot, but he was still angry when he thought about it, so he glared back.

A statement of innocent eyebrows.
To be continued...