Summer Night

Mingcheng No. 8 Middle School Jiang Yue, a student in Class 1, Grade 2, has consistently ranked first in his grade. Until a transfer student came. The transfer student was so beautiful that it was hard to forget just by looking at him. Jiang Yue knew that her name was Ruan Xia, and others were afraid of her. Only he wanted Ruan Xia to be obsessed with him. —— She is a painting genius and can also play the piano. She is beautiful, and her delicate hands look distressing, as if they will break if pinched. He was a guitar genius and later learned piano for her. I accidentally bumped into her sitting in front of the piano playing music. A few simple and soft melodies floated out from under her slender fingers, as beautiful as a fairy. Jiang Yue seemed to be integrating into this beautiful melody and held her in his arms. —— Ruan's father told Ruan Xia since he was a child that you can't hurt those who love you. Ruan Xia kept it in mind. When others use unpleasant words to humiliate his father, Ruan Xia will retaliate without hesitation and defend his father. When Yang Manyun said that her father was irresponsible and not a good father, Ruan Xia, who was only in the first grade of junior high school, would also tell Yang Manyun that her father was a good father. She remembered what Ruan's father said and did a good job. She did not hurt the people who loved her, nor did she let others hurt the people who loved her. And that time was the only time she hurt the person who loved her. It was winter, very cold, but there was no snow. Ruan Xia's face turned red from the cold, and she pretended to be calm: "Jiang Yue, I don't want you anymore." He turned around and left, raising his hand to wipe away his tears without looking back. Jiang Yue stood alone in the cold wind, a drop of clear tears slipped from his eyes. Later, we met again. It was at a party where business leaders from all walks of life were invited. Jiang Yue caught a glimpse of an extremely familiar figure from behind. The woman was wearing a red velvet evening dress, and the jewelry on her chest was valuable. It's Ruan Xia. While Jiang Yue looked at Ruan Xia, Ruan Xia also noticed him, and their eyes collided. Jiang Yue looked away first, but his mind was filled with images of the moment his eyes collided with hers. At the end of the party, everyone left. The assistant came to pick up Ruan Xia, but Ruan Xia insisted on walking back by herself and asked the assistant to go back first. The assistant was worried. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him. The assistant bowed quickly: "Mr. Jiang." "Leave her to me." "This is not good, Mr. Jiang, if you don't bother me, I'll take Mr. Xia back." Jiang Yue wore glasses and looked at the assistant who was lowering his head with sharp eyes: "You don't have to lower your head like that," "Also, can you beat your boss Xia?" The assistant had no choice but to thank him and drive back to the company. Jiang Yue drove his car and followed Ruan Xia, who was walking alone. The distance was a little far away, so Ruan Xia didn't notice. Ruan Xia suddenly sat on the edge of the road halfway, tucking herself into her arms, her body trembling slightly. Jiang Yue got out of the car and squatted down. Ruan Xia looked at Jiang Yue with red eyes: "Jiang Yue, please take me home." He looked extremely aggrieved and pitiful, like an abandoned cat. [Copywriting] between classes. Jiang Yue held his head with his hands, looked at the girl next to him who was doing her homework seriously, and laughed: "Classmate, do you want to consider falling in love with me?" "I'm sorry, I don't fall in love early." Ruan Xia turned around and tilted her head. And later. Jiang Yue stared at Ruan Xia like that again, and Ruan Xia felt uncomfortable being stared at: "Can you please stop looking at me like that?" "I can't help it, I'm too good to look away." Jiang Yue laughed and teased the little girl. —— Jiang Yue hugged Ruan Xia, and the girl's slender arms circled Jiang Yue's neck. He looked down and saw that the face of the person in his arms was already red, so he smiled and teased: "Classmate Ruan, why are you so shy?" The person in his arms was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. Jiang Yue continued: "Wasn't he still very cold before? What? The first grader also plays contrast." Intention: freedom