i was my mistake

The Mercedes-Benz restarted and slowly backed out of the alley. The rain drenched the ground where the car had been parked before and was slightly dry compared to other places.

Jiang Xing couldn't help but glanced back, and asked, "Just now you...uh...were you at home alone?"

"Yes." She wiped the corners of her mouth with a smile, and swallowed lightly, "What's wrong with such heavy rain?"

"It's nothing... Your suit is so beautiful."

"Do you like it? There are some more beautiful ones, and I can wear them for you to see."

"Ah, okay..."

Yang Zeng on the side finally couldn't stand it any longer: "You know the man just now! He's the one driving the Mercedes!"

"Which one?" Luo Shijin's small face was full of doubts.

"Don't play dumb! I've seen it all!"

"what are you talking about."

"You kissed that man!"

"What nonsense..."

"He still touched you..."

"Okay!" Jiang Xing raised his voice, with a bit of anger in his eyes, "Stop talking nonsense, Luo Luo doesn't even know, you kid is lying here, even if you are jealous of me, you shouldn't do this It's something that destroys our relationship!"

Ye Chen was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe that Jiang Xing was such an irrational person.

Even if there is no evidence, it shouldn't be said that Yang Zeng is lying.

People in love seem to be irrational.

"I saw it with my own eyes! Do you believe in brothers or in women!"

Yang Zeng clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead exploded.

His emotions also began to become agitated.

Jiang Xing punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground: "I don't have a nonsense brother like you!"

"Jiang Xing, you're going too far!" Ye Chen hurriedly shouted, standing between the two of them, "No matter what you say, don't do anything! We are your best buddies!"

At this moment, no one cared about the subtle loopholes in her words, the excitement of both of them had gone to their heads, Yang Zeng knocked Ye Chen away, and wrestled with Jiang Xing.

The torrential rain got heavier.

The rain curtain is like an invisible wall, separating this place from the outside world.

The two best friends on weekdays turned against each other at this moment.

Luo Shijin stood where she was, as if she didn't know what happened.

Wan Qing squinted her eyes and stared at her, sensing a trace of fleeting happiness from her expression.

"Stop!! You two, don't fight any more!" Ye Chen blocked the two of them directly, and with the little bit of reason they had left, they finally grabbed their respective bodies and kept their fists from falling on the girl.

"You are injured, why don't you go to my house and apply medicine?" Luo Shijin said with a distressed face.

"Okay..." Jiang Xing's tone suddenly softened, "I must believe you."

"Yeah."

"Dogs and men!" Yang Zeng, who was basically being beaten, staggered to his feet. He suffered more injuries than Jiang Xing.

Ye Chen quickly supported him: "Are you all right?"

"...I'm fine, I'm just disappointed."

"Go back first."

Yang Zeng gritted his teeth, saw Ye Chen's concerned face, and sighed like a deflated ball: "Okay."

Jiang Xing didn't say a word to persuade him to stay, and followed Luo Shijin upstairs without looking back.

No one is a saint, even Jiang Xing, who is usually very kind to others, will have such extreme moments.

Wan Qing tilted her head and looked at Yang Zeng, as if such a loyal man would become an extreme and snobbish person after breaking his leg.

"Shall we take you home?"

"No need..." Yang Zeng limped while holding an umbrella, "I can go back by myself, don't worry about me, you guys go back early."

Ye Chen looked at him, then looked down at himself, then turned to look at Wan Qing, hesitant to speak.

"Let him go back alone, he needs to be quiet."

"Oh... well, be careful on the road."

"Thank you. Although you are a girl, you are more like a brother than Jiang Xing's idiot." Yang Zeng grinned for a while, and then grinned because of the wound, "Hiss..."

"You must slow down on the road!"

"it is good."

When they came, they greeted Zhao Jinyu in advance and told her to go back first, so now they got on the bicycle and rode towards home again.

"It didn't work..."

"It's not that simple to change the timeline."

"If I knew I couldn't catch the current situation, I might as well just tell them not to come... Now that the two have become enemies, what should I do?"

"What can I do." Wan Qing curled her lips, "Either they realize their mistakes and apologize to each other, or Jiang Xing finds out that what Yang Zeng said is right..."

"It's hard."

"Yeah, so there is a high probability that you will become a passer-by who doesn't talk anymore, and cut off communication from now on."

Ye Chen wiped the rainwater off his face with the back of his hand, feeling extremely irritable: "How could it be like this? If we don't leave Jiang Xing to do hygiene, let him go to the game hall with Yang Zeng, maybe The two of you can meet together."

"Yes."

Along the way, the two were silent.

This irreversible sense of powerlessness is really exhausting.

It is more exhausting than running [-] meters in one breath.

It was already dark when we got back to the apartment—in fact, it hadn’t been lit today, it just got darker tonight.

"It's all wet, it's freezing cold." Wan Qing shivered and sneezed, and stepped into the room barefoot, "Hurry up and take a hot bath, or you'll catch a cold."

"It rained heavily on the road today." Ye Chen shook his head and touched his wet hair, "Ah, I just washed my hair yesterday, and I was thinking about not washing my hair today... ..."

"Are you going to wash first or should I wash first?"

"Uh...you go first?"

"Should we be together?"

"Washing together is even colder..."

"Then I'll wash it first." Wan Qing dropped her schoolbag and rushed into the bathroom impatiently. Not long after, there was a sound of water splashing inside.

"It's getting colder and colder, isn't the quilt my dad put on warm enough..." Ye Chen muttered softly, looking at the quilts on the sofa. Although there are two quilts, they are not particularly thick. .

But there are no other quilts at home, and I only bought a cotton quilt last time, and I didn't think about my father at all.

"Hiss—" The cold wind outside the window made Ye Chen shiver on the chair, "Has the temperature exceeded zero today?"

"What?" Wan Qing, who had just opened the door and came out, tilted her head and asked.

"I said it's going to be below zero today, right?"

"It's almost... I got into the bed after drying my hair, it's too fucking cold."

"Huh? Where's the homework?"

"At this time, I still have the mood to do my homework!"

"..."

……

60. Deja vu

It was raining lightly in the sky.

The weather in the south is always so rainy.

Wan Qing took a breath of the cold air and opened her eyes in a daze.

She couldn't remember how she fell asleep last night.

His head was empty, as if something had been scooped out by someone.

"Ah chirp!" She sneezed loudly and sat up from the bed, "It's so fucking cold today..."

"Hmm..." Ye Chen, who was half asleep and half awake, replied in a daze, pulled back the quilt lifted by Wan Qing, curled up, and let the long hair hang down on his white and tender skin.

"It's time to get up, I agreed with Jinyu yesterday, go to school early today, and make up for the questions I didn't do yesterday."

"Um……"

"I'm going to wash up first." Wan Qing shook her head helplessly, quickly got out of the bedding, and then put on her clothes in a flash of static electricity, suddenly feeling as bloated as a bear.

Among them, the most inconvenient thing for the body is the sweater that has been frozen by the cold air.

Because I plan to go to my father's place for breakfast, I have fewer things to do in the morning.

Wan Qing stretched out her slender fingers to lightly touch the tap water flowing from the faucet, and then quickly shrank back in the cold.

The early morning weather broadcast on the radio.

——It can be listened to 24 hours a day, usually a dedicated car radio station.

A weather report like this will be broadcast every hour on time.

"Today's minimum temperature is one degree Celsius, and the highest temperature is five degrees Celsius..."

For Wanqing, there is no difference between one degree and zero degrees. Anyway, the "minimum zero degree" in the south generally does not freeze.

But if the rain continues for a few days, it may not be accurate.

Wan Qing, who was too lazy to boil water when she got up, finally boiled a pot of water and washed her face with some cold water.

Ye Chen staggered into the living room, bent down, picked up a few hairs on the ground, and threw them into the trash can: "There are so many hairs at home..."

"The hair is so long, of course it's easy to fall out, so much has to be replaced every day just by metabolism." Wan Qing glanced at the bathroom, "there's a lot of noise in the bathroom, remember to brush your hair in the shower tonight, otherwise They're going to block the sewers."

"Am I coming again?"

"Then you clean the toilet?"

"Then I'll pick my hair..."

The two of them put on their school uniforms, and each put on a coat that their father had bought before. The clothes were spacious and warm, but it was somewhat awkward to wear through the school uniforms—probably because the clothes were too thick, and there was a kind of It feels like my body is out of control.

"Morning..." Zhao Jinyu next door also happened to come out yawning. She didn't seem to be wearing as many clothes as Ye Chen and Wan Qing, probably because the clothes were of good quality, so they were warm enough, and the scarf wrapped around her neck was better. I bought a thicker one, which seems to be cashmere.

"Morning, Jinyu, the card was issued crookedly today."

"Eh? Is it crooked?" She touched the top of her head in a hurry, put on the hairpin again with some embarrassment, and asked with wide eyes, "What about now?"

"Well, all right."

"Huh, don't you wear scarves?"

"It's raining, if you wear it, you'll get wet, even though you have a poncho."

"That's true...but it's cold without wearing a neck." Zhao Jinyu covered his mouth and sneezed cutely, "Ah chirp!"

"It's very troublesome when it's wet. It's not easy to dry in this weather..." Ye Chen rubbed her neck. In fact, she was almost used to wearing a scarf every day.

Wan Qing put her hands in her pockets, and tucked up the neckline of her coat: "The rain shouldn't be too heavy, but it's... very thick fog outside."

"It's thicker than a few days ago."

"Yes."

The three chatted one after another, talking about daily topics about the weather.

Riding on the bicycle, he didn't go to the school first, but rode to the place where his father set up a stall.