The love of three cups of milk tea

It was still early, so I sat on the steps of the teaching building with a cup of milk tea and watched a couple quarreling. The boy's shirt had been torn out, leaving only the corner of his waist tucked into his pants, and he was in a miserable state. The boy chased after him again and again, trying to take the girl into his arms, but the girl obviously didn't appreciate it. She kept pushing the boy away and throwing away his hand. During the push, they both saw me at the same time. After a brief surprise, they walked away pulling each other away. The two of them walked further and further away, but Yang Yu and Han Jiuzhi got closer and closer to me. When they were almost in front of me, they turned a corner and slipped in through the back door of the teaching building. I followed and saw Yang Yu dragging Han Jiuzhi into an empty classroom and pressing him on a stool. But Han Jiuzhi just lowered his head and let Yang Yu point to his nose and question without saying a word.

In my impression, Han Jiuzhi is always chattering. When I turned to the left, he ran to the left and smiled at me. When I turned to the right, he ran to the right to talk to me. Endlessly and endlessly enjoying it, like an AI robot that won’t get angry.

The politics class a few months ago was also in this classroom. The teacher was already preparing to start teaching. Han Jiuzhi and Yang Yu hurried over, but they stood at the door of the classroom but did not come in. Yang Yu's eyes moved around, and he quickly locked on the target. The two of them took three steps together and rushed to the seat in front of us in a few strides. Yang Yu sat down panting, and turned around and said, "Why are you sitting so far back? Fortunately, my eyes are fine." Han Jiuzhi also glanced back, but I turned around and just rolled my eyes. Of course Han Jiuzhi would not be angry. He took out a cup of milk tea from his messenger bag and put it on my table. He also took out a straw from the front pocket of his schoolbag and said, "I forgot the straw, so we ran back to get it." If we are later, we will be late."

There are many water drops hanging on the outside of the iced milk tea, and the red beans floating on the bottom float up and down with the shaking of the milk tea. He took out another pack of paper towels from his bag, wiped the water stains on the milk tea for me and said, "Half sugar, feel free to drink it."

Han Jiuzhi bought a cup of milk tea like this every day for a while. . Before class every day, he always held a cup of milk tea in front of the whole class and solemnly presented it to me, as diligently as if he were presenting a treasure to a king. But I didn’t drink the milk tea he brought me. I just left it to cool down in the classroom and was eventually thrown into the trash can. The next day he would bring a new cup of milk tea and still ask me cautiously: "Do you like drinking this kind of milk tea?" I still ignored him. He asked Yang Yu for help with his eyes. Yang Yu finally asked me impatiently: "Sister, do you want to drink it? My brother Jiu bought all the milk tea in the store. Sister, can you say something?" Yang Yu's words became louder and louder, urging me to tell me why.

In an instant, all the sounds in the classroom disappeared. Everyone stopped talking and fighting, and stood still in front of the desks. They remained motionless and silent, their ears perked up, waiting for my answer. I tried hard to control my joyful expression and said calmly: "Let's buy this milk tea from now on."

Han Jiuzhi excitedly patted Yang Yu on the shoulder: "I just said she likes to drink this. ”

The disappeared voice immediately returned, and the classroom became noisy again.

How much does Han Jiuzhi like me? I have no idea. But at least this pursuit is passionate and lasting. I was secretly happy, where are you Xie Xiaoyu? Are there any such suitors?

In the politics class, Han Jiuzhi would turn his head and stare at me from time to time, or look back at my notes, and then point to the words on the blackboard and ask: "Hey, the word "国" in front of What it is, I can’t see clearly.”

“Love”

After I finished speaking, Han Jiuzhi smiled maliciously. He deliberately widened his eyes and said a long: "Oh"

"Childish" I said angrily.

Han Jiuzhi, who is sitting in front of me, looks like a patient with ADHD. My eyes couldn't focus on the teacher's writing on the blackboard at all, but were always drawn by his twisting body and head shaking from side to side. Halfway through the class, I finally couldn't help but whisper: "Can you stop moving and listen to the class carefully?"

Han Jiuzhi wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

He leaned his face sideways on the desk, lowered his arms to the bottom of the desk, and stopped talking. Yang Yu looked at Han Jiuzhi who was so honest and said: "Yesterday in the dormitory, we had to take off his pants, and three of us couldn't hold him down. It was Sister Fang who had to take action, and she was honest in one sentence." Han Jiuzhi took Yang in his arms. Yu's neck, pushed his head under the table, and gave him a few hard blows on his back with his elbow.

We all laughed as we imagined Han Jiuzhi struggling while tugging on his pants. Han Jiuzhi also giggled, and then pretended to be aggrieved and said: "They always bully me."

Because there was a campus concert in the evening, the sound of tables and chairs being moved had already been heard in the corridor. In the last ten minutes of class, everyone couldn't sit still. Our politics teacher is a silent middle-aged man who never says anything irrelevant to the course. His face has no expression all year round and his emotions cannot be seen. The already boring politics class has become even more boring. He knocked on the desk with a wooden ruler to remind everyone to listen carefully. The desk must have been a few years old, and the sound it made was muffled, like wood that had been soaked in water. The students' heads turned back when they heard the sound, and within a minute they turned outside again.

The teacher closed the book, pushed down his glasses, and said word by word: "Go back and review what I taught today. It will be tested in the exam. That's it for today's class. Let's finish the class." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Jiuzhi was the first to rush out because there was a program. The teacher packed up his things but did not leave first. He was holding a brown leather bag with both hands and watched us quietly as we poured out like a flood that had been released. When we left the teaching building and approached the cafeteria, we heard the bell ringing in the distance.

After dinner, we were not in a hurry anymore. We walked around outside the playground several times before slowly walking towards the entrance of the playground. The playground was surrounded by advertisements for sponsors. There were several large boxes of Coke piled at the entrance, and a pile of empty bottles scattered in the boxes. We each received a bottle of Coke and found the area where the class was located to sit down and chat.

Summer nights always come very late. At 7 pm, it is still bright, and the effect of the lights on the stage is not ideal. Two masters sat on the scaffolding on both sides, holding walkie-talkies and repeatedly adjusting the stage lighting. The sound engineer held the microphone to audition, playing a short song for a while and talking into the microphone non-stop. If the sound is turned up louder, a sizzling noise will be produced, and a huge electric sound will be emitted during it, causing all students to complain.

At this time, Xie Xiaoyu came over in an exaggerated manner, covering his ears, sat down and said: "I sent a message in the group asking where you are, but no one ignored me." We dug out the bag. There were not only a few unread messages but also missed calls on my mobile phone. The place was too noisy and no one heard me.

Xiao Yu took a sip of Coke, leaving a faint lipstick mark on the straw. Only then did we realize that Xiaoyu hadn't had dinner and had gone back to put on makeup. His eyebrows, eyeliner, eyelashes, and blush were all put on, and even his bangs were permed. Xiao Yu gently pushed her hair back, and our eyes were drawn to her tassel earrings again. A few days ago, Xiaoyu posted a link in the group and asked how these earrings were. We all said they were beautiful, but a bit expensive. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu bought it without saying anything and took it with him on this lively night.

After discussing the earrings, I stared at her skirt again. After the winter vacation, I accidentally saw in the window of a shopping mall that the clerk was taking off the thick sweater of the plastic mannequin and putting it on this thin goose yellow floral skirt. I imagined myself putting on this floral skirt and walking out of the dormitory. At that moment, a boy's eyes would be following me in the crowd. As I walked across the court, a boy would shoot a basket for me. I came to the library. library, a boy would secretly look at me from the other side of the bookshelf. In order to put on this skirt, I worked part-time in the school cafeteria for two months. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu put it on easily and even asked the classmate next to her if this skirt made her look fatter. Only then did everyone notice the brand of her clothes, and they all gathered around and said, "This skirt is very expensive. You are so white, and it looks beautiful in it." Xiaoyu lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled and said, "That's good." The light beam on the stage hit her earrings, making her whole body flicker.

The concert started. The two hosts were familiar faces. They hosted all the school activities. The two are about to graduate, and I heard that they have been looking for a successor recently. Who among us saw Xiaoyu meeting them in private and having dinner alone several times. I thought back to Xiao Yu's voice just now. Is such a soft voice suitable for hosting? Will she be chosen as the host? I wanted to hear the difference between my voice and hers, but my throat seemed to be blocked and I couldn't make any sound. I tried to squeeze out a hoarse sentence, but even I couldn't hear clearly what I was saying. Xiaoyu looked up and saw me looking at her, and smiled generously at me.

The host impassionedly announced that the 15th campus concert had officially begun. Han Jiuzhi's show was ranked third. He formed a band with students from other majors. Several of them wore colorful sequined outfits, exaggerated eyeliner and eyeshadow, and matching black ties followed them on the stage. Jumping around, sometimes throwing it on the shoulders, sometimes throwing it on the head. Han Jiuzhi also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with two metal chains hanging from the frames that curved down to his shoulders. Han Jiuzhi played the guitar crazily to the music. The other classmates didn't know the truth. Seeing him playing like a rock star, they all thought there was really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon on campus. But we all know that although Han Jiuzhi sings well, his guitar skills are second to none. The crazier he jumped around the stage, the harder we laughed. I glanced at Xiaoyu from the corner of my eye and saw her smiling and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

The programs came one after another, and soon the finale was reached. The performer was the first prize winner of last year's campus singer competition. After he finished singing a song, the female host slowly walked to the center of the stage with her big skirt and said: "The next show is a duet song. Zhang Junbo's classmates will invite a classmate in the audience to sing duet with him. . ”

The audience began to discuss in detail.

Zhang Junbo continued: "Please invite Xie Xiaoyu, who is an economics major." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Junbo added: "I have been paying attention to you for a long time." Huge cheers immediately broke out in the audience, Xiaoyu was With rising voices, he walked confidently to the stage and sang a song "Making Romance" with Zhang Junbo. It suddenly dawned on us that no wonder Xiaoyu kept humming this song these days. It turned out that he had been prepared for it.

Although Xiaoyu lives in the same dormitory as us, we are always the last to know the news about her. For example, a boy from the physical education department pursued her, but she rejected him without hesitation on the basketball court. There was an uproar in the school, but we looked surprised. When did this happen? And this time, how did you meet Zhang Junbo? When did he invite Xiao Yu to sing with him?

When we first entered college, we always gathered around Xiao Yu and asked, who is the person who comes to the classroom to see you today? How did you meet the student union president? Xiaoyu always said in an understatement that they just knew each other. According to Xiaoyu, isn't it normal for them to know each other?

On the stage, Xiao Yu sang and danced to the music, and his twisting body was cleverly combined with the music. Xiaoyu's confident and generous performance gives us another meaning to her appearance. Perhaps the entire session was choreographed. This was not a confession session, but like the title of the song, a deliberately romantic session. But after the concert, Xie Xiaoyu returned to the dormitory amidst a group of people looking up and down. None of us asked her what happened today, and she probably wouldn't tell us if we did.

On the contrary, when I was washing up in the water room, Xiao Yu spoke to me first: "Lu Fangfang, I want to ask you something."

My mouth was filled with foam, and I was confused. I replied: "Hmm, what's the matter?"

"Han Jiuzhi is very good, why don't you like him?"

The question was so sudden that I was caught off guard, and I almost swallowed the mouthwash Swallow it. I quickly searched for a suitable reason in my heart, a reason that could convince myself and others. I think he should be very carefree, yes, that's the reason. When I wanted to explain this reason to Xiaoyu, she had already left. There was no one in the water room, except for a faucet that was not closed tightly and was dripping.

Although Xiaoyu suddenly asked Han Jiuzhi that he was suspicious, Xiaoyu never mentioned him again since then. All her movements did not stop when she heard the three words "Han Jiuzhi". In class, I followed Xiaoyu's eyes. Her eyes were either on the blackboard, on the textbook, or she secretly took out a small mirror to brush her bangs, but they never stopped on Han Jiuzhi.

After making sure that Xiaoyu had no unnecessary thoughts about Han Jiuzhi, I actually started to secretly observe Han Jiuzhi. He has single eyelids and his face is a bit long. There is nothing attractive about him alone. But a grown boy actually has petal lips, which always makes people look twice. His hair has been permed. No matter how early the class is, his hair must have been washed. He would often come to class with wet hair, and water would occasionally drip on his white shirt and onto the desk. But after class, the sunshine took away all the excess moisture, leaving only the pleasant smell of shampoo. He was full of enthusiasm and jumped up to me with his whole body alive. He said with a smile, you just peeked at me, right?

What happened to this guy? I was caught by him even for such a brief moment, and he obviously didn’t look at me. "No, no, no." I was confused. I had said so many damaging things to him, but now I couldn't say a word.

"I don't believe it, you..." Han Jiuzhi was crowded into the toilet by the boys, and his continued questioning was interrupted.

In the next few days, I have been looking for the right opportunity in the conversation with Han Jiuzhi to tell him that I like him and that we can be together, but the words that come to my mouth cannot always be said directly. exit. It was the cheap Yang Yu who created the opportunity. On Yang Yu's birthday, he sent me a WeChat message, saying that the boys were inviting guests to sing and asked me to call all the girls in the class. Ten minutes later, he asked again if he had prepared a gift for him.

Only then did I remember that Yang Yu had already told me that he was going to celebrate his birthday, and the meaning couldn't be clearer. I hurried to the mall and bought him a small gift. By the time I arrived at the KTV, everyone was already there. I followed Yang Yu's singing in the corridor to the private room. The box was extremely lively. Yang Yu, wearing a paper crown hat, held up a microphone and sang: "I once crossed the mountains and the sea."

The students held rattles and sang along - — also passed through the sea of ??people.

When Yang Yu saw me coming in, he quickly pushed me next to Han Jiuzhi, then returned to the center of the box and continued singing hard.

Han Jiuzhi took out two cups of milk tea from under the table, leaned into my ear and said loudly: "Yang Yu invited everyone to drink. I saw that you didn't come, so I left one cup for you." He helped I inserted the straw, then picked up his cup of milk tea, which was green tea with milk cap. I pointed to my ear and pointed at the milk tea in his hand and said, "I still prefer drinking this." Most of the milk tea on the table was already there. At the bottom, a few pearls that could not be sucked up were left alone at the bottom of the cup. Han Jiuzhi and I didn't drink the milk tea, and we stood close together, like two lovers clinging to each other.

Yang Yu finally finished singing. He took the microphone and asked: "Who ordered the next song, Because of Love."

Everyone looked at each other.

Xiaoyu stood up, stretched out his slender arms and said, "No one sings, so let me do it."

Who will sing the male voice? Everyone looked at Han Jiuzhi in unison, and even my head turned slightly to the left, hoping that he would show off his singing voice.

"I've never heard of this song." Even so, he still took the microphone and stood up.

When the music started playing, Xiao Yu’s voice was loud and soft. In some places, it was at a normal volume, and in other places, the sound was as low as a mosquito. The figure that was twisting to the music disappeared, and she stood stiffly, holding the hem of her skirt tightly in her hands, and the bright red nail polish was all wrapped up in it. The students no longer had the enthusiasm they had just now, and all lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones. After finishing the song, Xiaoyu returned to her seat nonchalantly, as if she was dissatisfied with her performance just now.

Han Jiuzhi, who had drank several glasses of wine, put his right hand on my shoulder due to his drunkenness.

His left hand kept reaching for the wine glass on the table, but his right arm never left, just resting on it casually. Sometimes he squeezed my shoulders, tilted his head and smiled at me. Sometimes he needed his right hand to make gestures when speaking, but after speaking, he naturally put his right arm back. The smell of alcohol floated in the air in the private room, and warm yellow and light blue light shone on everyone in pieces. The appearance of the other people that night only left a vague memory in my mind, but the weight of Han Jiuzhi's arm seemed to have been pressing on my heart.

Two hours later, we left the KTV before the school closed. Everyone knew what was going on, and a group of people walked in front noisily, leaving Han Jiuzhi and I to walk slowly behind. The noise became farther and farther away, and there were no more unnecessary people or sounds. Occasionally, you can see a few couples walking under the European-style street lamps by the lake, but everything is eerily quiet, with only groups of shadows slowly fermenting. I put the coat in my hand on my right arm and waited for a big warm hand with my left hand. But to my surprise, Han Jiuzhi's hand showed no sign of reaching out. He just lowered his head and walked forward step by step in his own shadow. Under a billboard not far from the dormitory, he finally stopped, turned around and asked me: "Is it cold?"

"Not cold."

Han Jiuzhi Looking at me, he suddenly stretched his right hand forward and easily pulled me in front of him. He held the billboard with both arms, fixing me in the small space formed by his arms. He was so close to me that I could even see a few green stubbles that had just grown on his chin. He asked softly: "Do you like me?"

I didn't dare to look up, even though I knew that a hot gaze was about to pull my head up. My eyes wandered around, and finally stopped at the black spots on his clothes. This was the dirt that had been rubbed on him since before singing.

After a moment of silence, I nodded.

His breath came closer and closer, and finally stopped on my lips, and kissed me with a bit of impulse and a bit of drunkenness. His lips were so soft that I could even feel the sweet and greasy taste of milk cap hidden under the alcohol in his mouth. After a brief kiss, he took my lower lip in his mouth and bit it gently. I screamed in pain. In fact, his weight was just right and I didn't feel much pain. But at this time, I want to perform in front of him and make him feel sorry for me.

But he didn't apologize for biting me. He just lowered his head and said to himself: "Why didn't you promise me earlier?" He crossed his arms supporting the billboard and I hugged him and murmured again: "Why didn't you agree earlier?"

"We are only sophomores, and we still have a lot of time." I patted his shoulder. Comfort him.

I feel guilty for Han Jiuzhi. I know it's my fault. I always hope to be like Xiaoyu, who has many suitors, and like Xiaoyu, who doesn't care about their feelings and rejects them in public. I pride myself on being no worse than Xiaoyu, so why am I not as good as her in everything in the end? Why am I not the person everyone is discussing in private? When I saw Xiaoyu becoming more and more displeased, Han Jiuzhi appeared. The whole act of rejecting him was like a show for everyone to see. I want everyone to know that I also have a strong suitor who can't get rid of him no matter what. But Xie Xiaoyu's question made me suddenly realize that everyone's attitude towards me was not envy but ridicule. Everyone thinks that I am sick and do not cherish such a good person. I regret it very much. Why should I torture someone I obviously like?

In Han Jiuzhi's arms, I seemed to have forgotten that he was the boy I had rejected for so long, but that he was someone I fell in love with as soon as I met him. It was such a coincidence that this boy also happened to like me. . The imprisoned emotions were released instantly, and my arms rushed up to hug him tightly. The couple who walked over broke the hug. Han Jiuzhi let me go and returned to his previous appearance. He walked beside me in a distant manner, sent me to the dormitory, said goodbye, and left.

It was another political class. I took the girl from our class and sat in a conspicuous position in the lecture theater. There are two spaces on my right, one for Han Jiuzhi and one for Yang Yu.

But after Han Jiuzhi came in, he didn't stop and walked straight to the back of the classroom, and finally found the last row by the window and sat down.

"Why don't you come and sit? I've saved a seat for you." I sent Han Jiuzhi a WeChat message, but when he didn't reply, I sent several more messages with the same message.

Han Jiuzhi only glanced down and did not make any response. The hot afternoon sun cast a shadow on him. The crooked hair became a messy pile of dead grass, hanging lifelessly on his head. The eyes that usually made me smile when they saw me also disappeared. Their eyes were scattered and lost their focus. Only when he looked at me did he flash a hint of panic, but he immediately regained his composure. His face was like that of a political teacher, unable to read any emotion. Yang Yu saw me looking back at Han Jiuzhi from time to time and made a face at me.

?In the following days, Hanjiu Capital deliberately distanced itself from me. After class, he and a few of his buddies ran to the toilet and hid. Xiaoyu has classes in the morning and goes to rehearsal in the afternoon. The list of campus hosts was announced, and Xiaoyu and the boys from the Art Department took over the hosting duties. The following school anniversary was the first time Xie Xiaoyu took the stage to host. From then on, she could be seen in all the school activities.

I thought that Xiaoyu would be known and discussed by the whole school from now on, which made me feel very uncomfortable. The night I agreed to be with Han Jiuzhi, I advised myself not to pay attention to her anymore and not to compete with her anymore. What was the point? But there was still something vaguely poking at me. She has everything, really everything. But what do I have? Thinking of this, I want to hold on to what I have tighter.

I kept calling Han Jiuzhi and asked him to come out and talk. But all the calls seemed to be made to a dead person. He didn't answer the phone or refuse. He let me call him again and again until he got busy signal and turned off his phone. Han Jiuzhi refused to show even a hint of boredom, and refused to even press the phone to let me know he was there. Before class, I went to wait for him downstairs in the boys' dormitory in advance, but after all the boys came out, there was still no sign of Han Jiuzhi. That day, Han Jiuzhi actually missed a whole day of class in order to avoid me.

Later, I came up with another idea: I would dress up as a boy and break in. He would have to go back to the dormitory. Anyway, after wearing the hat, it is impossible to tell whether the administrator is a male or a female. The girls in the dormitory dragged me back when they discovered my intention. They all said that I was crazy and abnormal.

Having no other choice, I sent another WeChat message to Yang Yu and asked him to make an appointment with Han Jiuzhi. But Yang Yu didn't reply. "If I don't ask him out, I'll have nothing to do as a friend." I sent another message. I controlled my hand and told myself not to bombard Yang Yu with information anymore, it was useless. I can only pray in my heart, hoping that these harsh words will make Yang Yu ask Han Jiuzhi out.

"Try your best." After a long wait, Yang Yu finally replied.

A week later, Yang Yu dragged Han Jiuzhi out of the dormitory and found an empty classroom to sit down. Yang Yu sat on the table and said, "Tell me, Fangfang asked me to ask you out. You tell me what you think first."

Han Jiuzhi kept his head down and said nothing, as if It's a deflated human doll.

"You were the one who pursued me in the beginning, and you are the one who regrets it now. What do you think?"

"Xiaoyu is also urging me to make a decision." Han Jiuzhi He rubbed his hair and said.

"Xiaoyu? Xie Xiaoyu?" Yang Yu asked with his eyes widened.

"On your birthday, I went out for a while. After a while, Xiao Yu also came out. She said that she had liked me for a long time, and it made her uncomfortable to see me chasing Lu Fangfang so hard. , asked me if I could think about her, and then..."

"Then what?"

"Then she hugged me, and I moved away, but she jumped again. She cried in my arms until her mascara was gone, and then she raised her head and kissed me. I didn’t hide this time.”

“…”

“So outstanding. The girl, I don’t want to reject her..."

Han Jiuzhi may have more to say, and Yang Yu may have more questions to ask, but they were all interrupted by the dropped milk tea. .

The two of them looked at the door in surprise, seeing green tea and milk caps mixed together and crawling stickyly along the cracks in the floor tiles towards their feet. Han Jiuzhi frowned and took a step back.

"Now that you heard it, don't harass me anymore." Without a word of explanation or a look of mercy, Han Jiuzhi peeled off a piece of dog skin plaster that had been stuck for a long time, exhaled, and said to Yang Yu He waved his hand, turned around easily, and walked away gracefully. The passion that I thought would never fade away was so completely withdrawn that I staggered.

Yang Yu stood there and scratched his head, neither smiling nor not smiling. Instead, the milk tea on the ground saved him. He picked up the broken milk tea and threw it into the trash can, then fled the classroom with the trash can.

A sudden strong wind blew outside the classroom, and the blue sky was obscured by dust, instantly losing its bright colors. Branches and plastic bags were rolled up and hovering in the air. The moist earthy smell was carried by the wind and poured into the classroom from the windows and door. The thunder in the distance was suppressed in the clouds, making a muffled sound.

Is it going to rain? Obviously the sun was still there just now.