"Do you like me, Classmate Song?" Chi Nianchun lowered her eyes and looked at the hand she was holding. The warm touch was about to burn her arm. She gently broke away and pressed her index finger against Song Weijue's chest, forcing him to the wall step by step.
Song Weijue's eyes moved slightly, and the sweat on his palms was covered by the water drops on the can. He lowered his eyes and stared at her face: "What about you?"
"Guess." Chi Nianchun smiled and took the drink away. The ring was pulled open, and the smell of green plums overflowed and occupied the two people's breath. She took a sip, and the sweet and sour taste filled her entire mouth. She stood on tiptoes and placed a green plum-flavored kiss on the side of Song Weijue's neck: "Does our city's top student want to try falling in love?"
A few years later in the hospital, Chi Nianchun lowered his head and held his stomach. He was sweating all over because of the pain. He had no strength to raise his head. He could only glance at the doctor sitting in front of him and said: "Doctor, I had intermittent pain in my stomach about two days ago, and today I suddenly started to have severe pain."
After taking the pulse, the old Chinese doctor waved to the young doctor beside him: "Xiao Song, come and take a look."
Song Weijue put the notebook in his hand on the table: "Okay." The usually cold voice was a little hoarse at this time. The moment Chi Nianchun heard the voice, he looked up suddenly. The sealed memories in his heart were opened, and the emotions surged and blocked his throat, making him feel sour.
Concept: Relaxing short story
