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Chapter 1 He's Like a Melting Ice Cream

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It has been a week since Chi Lie moved to the small county because of a school transfer, and he is temporarily staying at his cousin's house.

At first, my cousin followed the principle of "the one who comes is the guest", killing chickens and ducks, eating fish and meat, wishing to treat him as her long-lost son.

But that was just the beginning, and now, a week later, it's a different story altogether.

Because he got zero eggs in all subjects at the beginning of the month, violated discipline three times in seven days, skipped classes N times, instigated two dogs in the street to fight in the middle of the night, and plucked the feathers of his rooster to make writing brushes and other heroic deeds.

He successfully led himself from the ranks of "pro-sons" to his cousin's blacklist.

Just now, because it was too hot in summer and there was no air-conditioning in the classroom, he decided to climb over the wall and return to his cousin's house, and then he wanted to mention the honor of "the dean called the parents".

Cousin was carrying a feather duster, probably because she was afraid that he would pluck all the feathers from the duster, and she would never fall off, "Tell me about you, have you done any human affairs since you came here!"

Chi Lie disagreed, "What people do is not all human affairs."

"You still talk back!" The cousin waved the feather duster weakly, but this gesture was far less deterrent than her expression.

Chi Lie shrugged and didn't answer. He didn't care if the feather duster would fall on him. The pain caused by this thing was far less terrifying than what he had suffered before.

The cousin finally lowered her arms, breathed evenly, and said helplessly: "Go back to school, because you ran home because of the heat, do you think it's reasonable?"

Chi Lie wanted to say that it was plausible, he couldn't stand the heat, and he loved heatstroke, but he didn't say it.After all, no one cares whether he really loves heatstroke or not, they only think he is just trying to quibble.

He refused in a different way, "It's 05:30, and there's still half an hour before school ends, so I'm going to listen to the school bell to cultivate myself?"

"You...! Tsk." The cousin frowned and rubbed her forehead, "Then you go pick up the buds, on the second floor opposite the supermarket, get out, I don't want to see you for the time being."

Chi Lie still didn't speak, took the electric car key from the table, opened the refrigerator and took a small pudding ice cream, pinched the ice cream stick and opened the seal, and walked out holding the piled up packaging bags.

Ya Ya is the daughter of my cousin. She is seven years old this year. Primary school ends early, and all classes are finished at four o'clock. She then learns to dance in a nearby dance class.

Chi Lie doesn't like chirping kids very much, and he also crashes during the dance class and the time when the third year of high school is over, so this is his first time to pick buds.

Controlling the direction with one hand, holding the ice cream in the other, a child seat is installed on the pedal of the electric scooter, and his long legs can only be propped outside in aggrieved way.

It was approaching six o'clock, when middle school and high school were dismissed, small businesses and hawkers were noisy, parents and students crowded the streets and alleys, and his knees would inevitably bump into people.

Before others said anything, he felt uncomfortable first, his brows wished he could hold the ice cream for his hands, and he tried to cut his knees in vain.

But thanks to the small ice cream, it calmed down his anger and allowed him to go to the dance class opposite the supermarket smoothly.

There are not many children learning to dance in the county town, and there are only a few parents' electric cars at the door, dividing the parking spaces in a haphazard manner.

Chi Lie parked the car upright on the side of the road. There was still half of the pudding left. He tilted his head and bit off the corner that was about to melt, and walked into the bag while holding the bag.

Downstairs is a jewelry store. As soon as he entered the door, the cool air from the air conditioner met him first, and the milky white of the ice cream became not cool enough.

Then there are neatly arranged macaron-colored accessories, candy-colored decoration and facilities, and there are middle school girls in school uniforms and short skirts.

For a moment, he thought he had stepped into the animation world, and the feeling inside was so beautiful that it was dreamlike, completely separated from the noisy small county behind.

There were no shop assistants on the first floor, and Chi Lie was not very interested in pink and tender accessories, so he followed the signs and walked up to the second floor from the side indoor stairs.

The stairs are against the wall, and the wall is full of irregular graffiti. He thinks it was probably drawn by the little kids in the dance class.

He was still not interested in this, and planned to eat the last bite of the small pudding and wait outside the dance classroom for Yaya to finish class.

The sight in front of him made him forget to speak.

The huge glass partition neatly divides the second floor into two areas. Near the stairway is the waiting area for the parents. Several women sit on the small sofa and look at their children through the glass.

Even if the children wear uniform exercise clothes and comb their hair in a uniform way, as mothers, they can still be recognized at a glance.

But Chi Lie's eyes don't have the function of identifying Yaya, so the first thing he saw was the dance teacher in the center.

One was wearing a white loose dance suit.

the man.

In the impression of a layman like him, most of the dance teachers are female, but now, his brain doesn't have much room to think about these men and women.

His sight and consciousness were captured by the man in front of him in an instant.

The man put his right leg on the bar, the instep without dancing shoes was straightened, and the loose trousers of the training suit slid down, showing smooth and gentle lines from the calf to the toe.

Put the pole near the window, and there is still noon-like sunlight at six o'clock in summer. Small, silky strands escape the white window frame and float on the man's body, stirring up his hair.

From Chi Lie's angle, he couldn't see the man's face, he could only see his back, the outline of his figure under the soft light.

The outline is an obvious man, but he thinks this man is beautiful.

The window in front of the man was half open, and the wind outside lifted the hollow curtains, flickering the light and shadow, and the light spots of light flowed and slid down the man's slender legs.

It's like a melted pudding ice cream, with a white, sweet and greasy liquid dripping from the tip.

It wasn't until the back of his hand was cold that Chi Lie finally came back to his senses. It turned out that the pudding ice cream in his hand had really melted. The melted soup was blocked by the piled up wrapping paper and dripped out again, slowly falling onto his chest On the back of the hand, there was a trace of cool water.

Immediately after the bell for the end of get out of class was heard, his neck was sluggish, and he turned to the wall clock on the wall. The time showed 6:15, at least 10 minutes had passed since he reached the second floor.

The little girls in pink dance uniforms jumped out and threw themselves into their mother's arms. Their eyes became messy and blurred. Chi Lie ignored the messy ice cream in his hand, squeezed through the crowd, and walked straight to the dance classroom.

What is he going to do?I don't know, but he wants to go anyway.

But it didn't go well, and he was stopped in front of the glass partition.Looking up, it was the man who was leaning on the pole in front of the window just now.

The man was facing him, with his back to the sunlight shining through the window, three or two strands of disobedient hair were outlined with golden edges, and so was the man's face, reflected softly and translucently.

He stood at the door blankly, watching the man's lips open and close, but he couldn't hear any sound, of course, except for the heartbeat like a drum in his ear.

But he didn't find it strange.

The man stood behind the partition, and the opened glass door had a dark brown frame, like an old picture frame, and the man was framed in it, like a painting.

Human beings and paintings are originally two worlds, and he doesn't want to capture the people in the paintings at this time.

It wasn't until the person in the painting took the initiative to step into his world, and a slender hand tapped his shoulder with his fingertips, that he escaped from the heavy and chaotic daydreams of summer.

The man's words reached his ears.

"This...classmate? Are you okay, are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"I..." Chi Lie said, but his voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been banned for many years and then suddenly restarted.

The man opposite had doubts in his eyes, and noticed the melting ice cream on the back of Chi Lie's hand, "Are you here to borrow tissues?"

Then he turned around and went into the dance classroom, took out a paper towel and another wet towel, turned around and stuffed it into Chi Lie's hand, smiling slightly, "Wipe it."

After finishing speaking, the man turned his head and went back to the classroom. A child dozed off and fell asleep on the carpet. He wanted to take a look.

And Chi Lie was completely relieved.

Just now, when the man handed him something, his fingertips seemed to be in contact with him.Just one second is enough for him to remember that touch.

It was like milky white ice cream melting on the back of his hand.

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