I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 24

Jiang Wensong couldn't understand He Mingxu's expression, and was afraid that he would speak too loudly, so he took a notebook and wrote, "What's wrong?"

He Mingxu glanced at Jiang Wensong's notebook again, continued to be dissatisfied, took the notebook and scribbled down: "Why are you writing such words in the notebook?"

"...Encourage yourself." Jiang Wensong took a look at the front as a matter of course, and wrote a supplementary sentence, "Didn't you all be in the second grade in high school?"

"What does this have to do with Secondary School...why didn't you give it..." He Mingxu couldn't be bothered to write in his notebook, so he couldn't help but speak angrily, the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and he lay down on the table again in a bad mood.

Because the voice was too low, Jiang Wensong couldn't hear clearly, and didn't understand what He Mingxu was struggling with. Turning around, he saw He Mingxu lying on the table again.

The two looked at each other for a while.

A classroom suddenly appeared in Jiang Wensong's mind.

He Mingxu was sitting on his left, behind was a window full of green leaves, the sun shone through the green leaves with a faint yellow-green color, the wind from the window slipped in from the outside, blowing the test papers on the desk, making a soft rattle.

He Mingxu told him, I'll sleep for a while, and the teacher came and called me.

Jiang Wensong didn't hear his answer.

He Mingxu closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

Jiang Wensong's eyes were a little dazed, and when he refocused, the He Mingxu in front of him really fell asleep lying on the library table.

Seeing He Mingxu in a daze for a while, Jiang Wensong calmed down his sudden heartbeat.

Jiang Wensong recalled the He Mingxu in his memory, the current He Mingxu seemed to be a little darker, a little stronger, and a little more manly.

After watching for a while, he propped his chin and muttered in a low voice, "Are we in the same class?"

The library is quiet and a good place to sleep. When He Mingxu woke up after a nap, he saw Jiang Wensong next to him holding a pen with his head down and biting his fingers.

He Mingxu reached out and pushed Jiang Wensong's hand biting his fingers away, "Don't bite."

Jiang Wensong's train of thought was interrupted, and he turned to look at him, not annoyed, just looked down at his watch.

I haven't learned anything all morning, and it's time for dinner again.

The two wandered to the cafeteria, ordered food and sat down in a clean corner with the plate in hand.

Jiang Wensong ate for a while, looked up at He Mingxu, and couldn't help but ask, "Did we know each other when we were freshmen in high school?"

He Mingxu's chopsticks stopped suddenly, and he looked up at Jiang Wensong, as if in a daze, before asking after a long time, "Do you remember?"

After a few seconds, He Mingxu added, "No, I thought it's been two years, you forgot..."

Jiang Wensong didn't notice anything, and smiled when he heard the words, "It's a bit vague..."

"En." He Mingxu nodded, as if saying to himself, "Two years, it's been a long time."

Jiang Wensong pursed the corners of his lips, "We used to be at the same table?"

He Mingxu nodded his head, his eyes looked very flat, but there was some anticipation uncontrollably in his dark pupils.

"The relationship should be quite good, right?" Jiang Wensong asked, there shouldn't be any friction, right?he thinks.

Jiang Wensong obviously didn't think of anything more, He Mingxu suppressed the disappointment in his heart, "It's pretty good."

Jiang Wensong felt relieved, lowered his head to grab a few mouthfuls of rice, and said casually: "When my aunt took me back to the south to go to school in the first year of high school, she changed my mobile phone and phone number, so I couldn't get in touch with my former classmates. up."

He Mingxu lowered his head slightly, then nodded slowly, "No wonder..."

Jiang Wensong lowered his head, covered his broken hair, slightly covered his brows, pursed his mouth, and still didn't finish what he wanted to say.

He Mingxu saw Jiang Wensong frowning and thinking, and couldn't help interrupting, "Eat."

Regarding Jiang Wensong's small medicine bottles, the name He Mingxu didn't remember many of them all at once.

But after searching the two he remembered on the Internet, this matter has been on his mind.

Once again, He Mingxu couldn't help but browse the relevant webpages. After reading for a while, he reached out and slammed his notebook shut, got up with his lips pursed, picked up his sports backpack, and went to the swimming pool alone.

When Gao Cheng arrived at the swimming pool, he immediately saw the dazed head stuck in the swimming pool swimming back and forth, and he didn't know how long he had been swimming alone.

After waiting for a while, He Mingxu came out of the swimming pool.

Gao Cheng looked at him without saying a word while crossing his chest.

He Mingxu wiped his hair and sat on the chair next to him.

The two were silent for a while.

"Before, I saw the medicine he took." He Mingxu lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and clenched his fists.

Gao Cheng folded his arms and continued to look at him without saying a word.

After a while, He Mingxu looked up at him, "Did you fucking take dumb medicine?"

Gao Cheng sighed helplessly, and sat down beside He Mingxu, "Did I really lose my memory? Forgot you too?"

"Ah."

"Why?" Gao Cheng was full of doubts.

"do not know."

Gao Cheng was silent for a while, and finally thought for a while, "It seems that I can't ask him directly, why did you lose your memory?"

He Mingxu was too lazy to answer this obvious question.

"Tsk..." Gao Cheng rubbed his chin, "Tell me, why did he leave? Does he still like you?"

"If he remembers that we still had a relationship with you one day, will he respond?"

"Hey, are you two talking now? Aren't you still chasing him?" Gao Cheng uttered a series of words like a surprise gunman, all of which He Mingxu didn't want to hear.

He Mingxu was silent for a while, not knowing where to start to refute.

"..." Gao Cheng was speechless for a while.

"Can you tell me something useful?" He Mingxu looked at him.

"Then does he still like you?" Gao Cheng propped his hands behind the chair, turned to look at He Mingxu.

Gao Cheng watched He Mingxu fall into deep thought, sighed long, and patted him on the shoulder, "Can you hit a straight ball brother?"

Early on Sunday morning, Jiang Wensong sat up from the bed and stretched out his hand to smooth the fried hair.

Sitting sleepily for a while, frowning.

After waking up a little, Jiang Wensong opened his eyes again, looked around, tilted his head, and a strange yet familiar feeling came over him.

Reaching out to touch the cell phone next to the pillow, Jiang Wensong squinted his eyes and looked at the overly bright screen, and first confirmed today's schedule.

[At 01:30 p.m., the south gate of the school, Pang Jiaze, meet, cat. ]

This time it seems that he forgot more, he even forgot why he had this agreement with Pang Jiaze, Jiang Wensong rubbed his temples, read the notes and reluctantly read the strings.

Jiang Wensong sat on the bed for over an hour.

The originally relaxed mood suddenly became heavy. I thought that being able to remember some memories from time to time during this period was a good sign.

Jiang Wensong's movement speed has slowed down a lot today.

Before brushing his teeth, he was wondering which tooth cup was his own. When he went to the cafeteria, he took out the map and reviewed it. When eating breakfast, he wandered around before finding the breakfast he wanted to bring for Shen Xingwen and Jiang Yao.

"Xiao Song, didn't you sleep well?" Shen Xingwen took a bite of the pie and looked at Jiang Wensong's haggard look.

"Well, kind of."

"You look so haggard, why did you go last night?"

"Going to be a thief." Jiang Wensong shook his head, sat lazily on the chair, and started to read the chat records with Pang Jiaze.

I don't know how the two started the topic, but the topic moved to cats, and the number of chats suddenly increased, but most of the content was about cats.

In the afternoon, Jiang Wensong waited punctually at the south gate of the school. While waiting, he carefully looked at the photos on his phone. He could no longer remember what Pang Jiaze looked like.

The photo was still taken from the school's official account. It was the photo of the last awards ceremony, and it was a little blurry.

"Jiang Wensong!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Wensong raised his head, turned off his phone, and looked at the tall boy who was walking towards him.

Pang Jiaze was wearing a casual denim jacket with a pet cat backpack on the front, and a fat British short was poking his head inside.

Jiang Wensong's eyes lit up the moment he saw the cat, and he even forgot to say hello to Pang Jiaze first, "Wow!"

Pang Jiaze approached, and looked at Yingduan in the backpack with a smile, "It's Zhima, isn't it cute?"

Jiang Wensong nodded straight.

It has a round head, round eyes full of curiosity, and chubby paws are pulling the small window on the backpack.

The two sat down at a coffee shop in the snack street, and Pang Jiaze carried Zhima out.

"She's very good."

Jiang Wensong stared straight at Zhima, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her round head.

Zhima moved his head slightly, but Jiang Wensong quickly withdrew his hand.

"Hahaha it's okay." Seeing this, Pang Jiaze smiled heartily.

After a while, one person and one cat got acquainted with each other, and Jiang Wensong finally succeeded in getting started with Zhima. Zhima lay obediently on his lap, a fluffy ball, as cute as a doll.

"I only brought sesame seeds here today, and my mother is helping me raise the other two at home." Pang Jiaze took out his mobile phone and showed Jiang Wensong the photos of the other two cats.

A puppet and an adopted white stray cat.

Jiang Wensong took a closer look, and unconsciously smiled, "They're all so fat, hahaha."

"Yes, they grow really fast. They were really small when they were young, but they became so big before they knew it." Pang Jiaze glanced at Jiang Wensong who was approaching, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pursed.

"Hey!" Gao Cheng walked, and suddenly poked He Mingxu with his elbow.

He Mingxu turned his head to look at Gao Cheng who stretched his neck to look in the opposite coffee shop, subconsciously looked opposite.

At a glance, I saw the two people who were very close, very close, super close.

"Who is that big guy? I feel as tall as you are."

He Mingxu had his hands in his pockets, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he exuded an unpleasant aura.

Gao Cheng turned his head to look at the super angry He Mingxu, and almost didn't laugh.

Gao Cheng shook his head helplessly, reached out and patted He Mingxu's back, "Straight ball, brother straight ball!"