Saving The Villain Boy

This unexpected kiss was like a flash of lightning, hurriedly struck and disappeared in an instant, only the soft touch and disappearing flowers remaining on the lips told her clearly what had happened just now.

Liang Xiao had no experience with this, and came to an abrupt end after a mere touch of water. The kiss was over caught off guard, and when Yan Qiwei was stunned, he blushed first, dropping his eyes and taking a step back.

The flower is still held in his mouth.

What Yan Qiwei didn't know was that they were standing next to the flower garden in the same place six years ago.

At that time, she stood on tiptoe and stuffed a flower into Liang Xiao's mouth. The fingertips that swept across the corners of her lips were like a pebble, falling into the stagnant water without warning, causing uncontrollable ripples.

This is a kiss six years late.

Because of his identity and character, the once young and ignorant boy only dared to hide secrets in his heart. It is only today that he can finally confide his heart to his beloved girl.

It's too late, too late.

Seeing his flushed face, Yan Qiwei laughed out somehow, pretending to be angrily asked: "Where did you learn this routine?"

"This is not a routine. It's really..."

He answered seriously, chuckled halfway through, looked into her eyes and said, "I can't help it."

foul.

Staring into someone else's eyes to say such things... really foul.

Yan Qiwei wanted to make fun of him, but she was blushed by Liang Xiao's words, and then heard him whisper: "Let's go, the meeting is about to begin."

She pursed her lips subconsciously, and the faint fragrance of flowers seemed to be filled with the gentle body temperature of the youth.

Then obediently answered: "Okay."

When Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao rushed to the meeting room, the parent meeting had not officially started.

When Liang Bozhong saw her, his mouth opened into the shape of an egg, and he vomited for a long time, his tongue knotted: "Yan-Yan, Teacher Yan Ye! Why are you here?"

Yan Qiwei smiled: "Your brother said you want to see me."

So he glanced at Liang Xiao gratefully, then turned to her enthusiastically: "Could you spoil me in advance, what is going on with Lin Lan, who is undecided? Is Ashley really an undercover agent? Who did Xiao Mingyue stay with last? It must be Lin Jue!"

"Spoilers are not fun anymore," Yan Qiwei sighed. "You like Lin Jue very much?"

Liang Bozhong nodded without hesitation. She continued to ask: "Why? Lin Jue is just a male No. 4-because he is hateful and righteous?"

His expression was obviously dimmed, as if thinking of something old, he suddenly frustrated: "No. I like him because he is very strong and can protect his important people every time."

This is the answer she never thought of.

If Liang Bozhong had something to say, Liang Xiao understood that he was talking about the accidental death of his sister a few years ago, so he reached out and touched the children's heads.

Since the accident, the whole family has been in grief. From then on, Liang Bozhong became more and more unscrupulous and keen on provoking troubles.

For children with an imperfect world view, that may be an effective way to relieve stress.

The parent meeting will begin soon. The conference room is much larger than the classroom, and even if parents and students sit side by side, there are still seats left.

The teacher started from the monthly test results, and then extended to the classroom order and learning attitude. In each module, Liang Bozhong was the number one bad player.

Skipping classes online, calling friends to fight, and handing in blank papers in the exams, the head teacher said with sorrow. Other parents looked at them curiously, showing unbelievable expressions after seeing Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao.

…These two will not be the father and mother of that child, right? They are so young, they should be related to brothers and sisters. But the genes of this family are too good. It's not like coming to a parent meeting, but like going to make a movie.

Looking at the attitudes of these three, they are clearly the toughest critics in the class. The child dozed carelessly, Yan Qiwei covered her mouth and smiled, and Liang Xiao kept a cold face, only occasionally sneaking a glimpse of her. Will smile.

It really is a family.

I couldn't help but laugh about it. I really can't blame Yan Qiwei-she was at the same table with Liang Xiao for so long, but she still used her body to sit with him in the school for the first time.

The daylight fell lazily as it did six or seven years ago, and you can see the blue sky as soon as you look up. The teacher on the podium, like the former head teacher, always hates iron and steel, saying things like "I have never met such a student."

She had the illusion that she could see Liang Xiao as a teenager when she turned her gaze, but she thought about it again, it had been too long, it was like a lifetime.

After the regular class meeting, "Liang Bozhong and his parents" were named and left.

The head teacher helplessly helped the glasses, raised his eyes and looked at the two of them: "The two are..."

Liang Xiao answered without hesitation: "Brother and sister."

Liang Bozhong paused when he heard "Sister" and looked at him with a little surprise.

"Liang Bozhong's performance was extremely poor during school. I hope the parents can strengthen the discipline." She frowned, and took out a test paper from the podium. "This is the paper for our language test. He didn't hand in a blank paper on a whim. He didn't expect the content to be better. The white scroll is even more excessive. Look at this composition, what kind of "fighting the horse", "I can't help but my life," he thinks he is writing a fairy tale novel?"

Yan Qiwei was like a student who made a mistake, taking the test paper carefully and placing it between herself and Liang Xiao.

Classmate Liang Bozhong wrote a small comment on the counterattack with a sincere feeling. The language is so naive and almost cute, and the plot made her laugh so hard that she couldn't help but sneer.

"It's fine to write fairy-xia novels. These are all high school students, and they are full of typos." Speaking of this topic, the class teacher seemed a little excited. "Grinning" is written as "splitting mouth grin"? Thinking about that scene, it was too scary, right? I thought it was an **** ghost story if I didn't know it."

Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao nodded together: "Teacher, definitely change."

Then he looked at each other in surprise at the same time.

The head teacher couldn't help laughing: "You brothers and sisters, you have a tacit understanding."

That's not it. Yan Qiwei thought quietly, she and Liang Xiao have lived under one roof for a long time.

The two of them listened to the class teacher's complaint for half an hour until a muffled thunder sounded outside the window, and they were finally allowed to leave when the weather turned overcast and it was about to rain.

Liang Bozhong still had to stay in the school to attend classes. He could only stand behind the fence at the school gate and wave goodbye to the two, just like a prisoner trapped in a copper wall and iron net.

Before she left, Yan Qiwei approached him mysteriously and smiled solemnly: "Children, don't you want to know the follow-up plot? If the grade ranking can improve by 100, I will be rewarded with a plot point; if I improve by 500, I will do it for you. Design a character separately and add it to the novel."

Liang Bozhong:! !

"I can, I can! You are waiting for me!"

Liang Xiao looked at the back of him running away, silently curling up the corners of his mouth: "You are quite good at this method."

"I still give you the most generous reward, classmate Liang Xiao."

Take her in.

After some discussions, Liang Xiao decided to drive Yan Qiwei to dinner.

Now it's the summer rainy season, and it rains twice in three days, and the entire imperial capital is like a steamer soaked in steam, damp and stuffy. Drumming thunder came from the distant skyline, making Yan Qiwei subconsciously remember the appearance of Liang Xiao when she suffered from illness seven years ago.

After so many years, his sick reaction to the thunderstorm should have recovered.

—But still something is wrong.

The flowing clouds cover the lower layers of shadows, and the light wind with rain swayed the shadows of the street trees. The interior of the car was silent, seeping into the dark and unclear light.

Liang Xiao didn't speak, her long eyelashes drooped, her lips curled into a straight line, as if trying to restrain something.

Yan Qiwei saw his pale and prominent joints on the steering wheel.

She half opened her mouth and lowered her voice: "This is not far from my house, go there and take a rest."

This thing is not quite right.

Yan Qiwei thought.

In the second year of high school, Liang Xiao's stress-induced mental disorder has recovered a lot, even if he occasionally encounters thunderstorms, he will not show too much pain.

But now he was clearly gritted his teeth and braced, and the intention of forbearance could be clearly seen from the frowning brow.

After so many years, his illness has become more serious than before.

The thunderstorm outside the window became louder, and Yan Qiwei placed him on the sofa. Liang Xiao smiled reluctantly: "Don't worry, this symptom is not serious, I'm just a little tired."

This is of course lying to her.

Yan Qiwei understood her heart and gently stroked the palm of his hand. The young man's fingertips trembled slightly, and his backhand held her whole hand.

She wanted to ask why, but her voice was blocked in her throat by an unknown force. This phenomenon made her understand that the reason for the exacerbation of Liang Xiao's illness was related to herself — or to say, it was related to Liang Wei who had lived a few years ago.

A thought swept up from the bottom of her heart, Yan Qiwei thought, maybe it was the thunderstorm when Liang Wei died.

But what happened at that time, the stimulus given to Liang Xiao was no less than the experience of being tortured for so many years?

She didn't dare to think, nor could she think of it.

What's more, there is not much time left for her in another time and space.

Now she is sitting next to Liang Xiao as "Yan Qiwei".

He was terribly uncomfortable, his face was as pale as a piece of tissue paper, and beads of sweat leaked from the corner of his forehead, and she wiped it away gently.

Suddenly Liang Xiao raised his eyes quietly, his voice faint and almost swallowed up by the sound of raindrops.

He spoke cautiously, with water vapor reflected in his eyes, in a tone close to pleading: "Can you hug me?"

In the novels rooted in Yan Qiwei's mind, Liang Xiao is described as a paranoid and unscrupulous madman who can achieve his goals. When facing the heroine, he has always been cold and cold and almost domineering.

But now when he really met the girl he wanted for a long time, lost and recovered, he hesitated like a nostalgia, and his passion was completely suffocated in his chest, so he could only ask her gently, can you hug me? .

These five words are more exciting than any other love words. Yan Qiwei's eyes blushed for no apparent reason, and she slowly stretched out her hands, stroked her sideburns, and finally stayed behind Liang Xiao's head.

Immediately after exerting a slight pressure on his wrist, he brought his head to his shoulder.

He was stiff as iron, and his cheeks were cold.

Rubbing her fingers on the young man's soft hair, she seemed to hear Liang Xiao's low laugh.

Then he put his arm around Yan Qiwei's backhand, and his fingertips like a soldering iron pressed heavily on the spine. The hoarse voice is like a ball of cotton, diffused in the neck with the gushing heat: "Weiwei."

The author has something to say: Sorry for the exam today qwq

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