So what is the relationship between Cheng Yu and Xu Li now? Even Cheng Yu himself didn't know.
When did it start? Maybe it was the casual echo from her deskmate, or maybe it was the gentle smile at her that she turned to in the sunshine by the window, or maybe it was the fact that every day when she was her deskmate, she propped her chin up to watch Xu Li carefully write the questions and endorsements, and saw Xu Li's smiling eyes when he indulged himself in squeezing her and poking her face, and his curled eyelashes fanned, like a butterfly blowing a strong wind in her heart.
But Xu Li, the gentle and beautiful Xu Li, the calm and generous Xu Li, the Xu Li who indulges Cheng Yu's little tricks, is Xu Li who belongs to everyone. Xu Li is gentle to everyone, indulgent and distant, and more sober than everyone else.
Cheng Yu often sat in her seat, listening to Xu Li laughing and chatting with others, listening to Xu Li making fun jokes in her voice, listening to Xu Li pretending to be impatient, while the people around her would smile and touch her hair. Cheng Yu didn't seem to care, but she held the pen in her hand and underlined the questions over and over again, but she had no idea what the questions were about or what they were asking.
Xu Li was sitting behind her on the left, but when Xu Li was talking, joking, and looking around, it seemed like he could never see her.
In fact, Cheng Yu knew that as long as she called Xu Li, Xu Li would definitely look over with a warm smile on his face.
"Then why don't you scream?" Cheng Yu often asked herself.
"But why are you calling? Why do I have to call her so that she will pay attention to me?" Is this self-esteem or a petty temper? Cheng Yu doesn't know. Cheng Yu only knew that every time she couldn't help but call Xu Li, she screamed while despising herself in her heart.
She is always like this, as if she will die if she doesn't talk to Xu Li. Cheng Yu didn't like this feeling very much, so she wrote in her diary again and again not to talk to Xu Li. This was obviously an order to herself, but she felt that it was more like a humble begging.
? For Cheng Yu, Xu Li is a drug, literally.
Intention: youth