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Jiang Mo stepped forward and calmly said, "My friend was taken into this room. Please open the door for us."
The staff member took out a key, opened the door from the inside, and revealed the frightened face of a young girl.
" Fang Yu, what are you doing here?"
Fang Yu had a cold face, and his eyes glanced into the room. Chen Jia immediately understood.
"You're following me!" Chen Jia exclaimed in anger.
Fang Yu retorted, "So what if I'm following you? I'm just afraid you're too naive and will be deceived by someone."
Chen Jia was shaking with anger, "Who deceived me? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Taking a girl to a deserted place on the first date, what good can come out of it? And you dare to defend him?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform hurried over. A young man came out of the room, bowed his head and called out "Dad," but was then dragged away by the man with a pat on the back of his head. As he left, he silently glanced at them.
Fang Yu was dumbfounded.
Things have developed in a way that seems a bit unexpected. The people around looked over as Chen Jia raised her bright red eyes.
"Tickets for 'Sunrise' are too expensive for me to afford... I had to beg Senior Zhou Yi to secretly bring me to the control room to watch." She glared angrily at Fang Yu, "Are you satisfied now?"
Pushing away the hand extended by Fang Yu, Chen Jia ran out of the theater in tears.
The hot and humid summer night wind blew on her tear-streaked face, causing a stinging and numb sensation.
She had been looking forward to the play for so long, and now it's ruined.
Even if Fang Yu doesn't like himself, they grew up as friends. Does he really enjoy making a joke out of himself like this?
Chen Jia The scene before her eyes was hazy, and her toe knocked against a protruding tree root. Her body lost balance and began to fall forward, but a hand reached out from behind and pulled her tightly, bringing her into an embrace.
Chen Jia She smelled the familiar scent of laundry detergent, and her nose tingled. "Momo."
On the cold white lightbox, a few summer insects crawl back and forth. Chen Jia sniffed and sat on the bench, staring at her own shadow while eating ice cream.
Jiang Mo squats on the ground, carefully applying floral water to the red spots on her legs bitten by mosquitoes.
The boy's cold, pale fingers gently stopped at her ankle, and Chen Jia moved, saying, "Momo, you're still the best to me." Jiang Mo looked up, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, a mist of water in her big eyes.
Jiang Mo My heart skipped a beat.
Chen Jia Has really grown up.
The sweet and cool scent of floral water wafted into his nostrils as he sat down beside her.
"Chen Jia tossed away the ice cream stick, rested his head on her shoulder, and asked sadly, 'Momo, am I really so annoying?'"
Jiang Mo was surprised, "Why do you think that way?"
"Because Fang Yu said even if all the girls in the world died, he still wouldn't like me, but he treats Yin Jing and them very well."
"Jia Jia, it's not like that. Fang Yu actually... cares a lot about you."
"Then why did he hurt me so badly today?"
"Today was a misunderstanding, and I also have a part in it. You can't just blame him."
Chen Jia finally felt a little better in her heart. She licked the lingering sweetness at the corner of her lips and asked Jiang Mo, "Why were you following me?"
Jiang Mo paused and said, "We... thought you were in a relationship early, and were worried it would affect your studies."
Chen Jia looked down in disappointment and said, "It's not early dating, no boys like me at all."
Jiang Mo held her delicate hand, "How could I not? I just like you."
Chen Jia shook her head, "I know, but liking and liking are not the same."
Jiang Mo frowned, "What's the difference?"
"It's the difference between liking someone as a friend and liking someone as a romantic partner..."
Chen Jia twisted her fingers, thinking about the stack of unopened love letters from Jiang Mo, suddenly feeling it would be difficult to explain to him.
"Forget it, even if I explain, you won't understand."
Like Jiang Mo, a guy who only cares about math, how could he possibly understand these things.
Jiang Mo's eyes darkened for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets for a play.
"It's 7:52 now, just in time to catch the second half. Do you still want to go?"
An hour later, sitting in the third row, Chen Jia watched the actors take their final bow with a smile on her face. Her emotions always seemed so simple.
At the entrance of the theater, under the dim yellow street lamp, stood a tall, thin figure. Fang Yu stood with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly tilted, casting a long shadow in the light.
Chen Jia Looking from a distance, for some reason, the anger in my heart suddenly dissipated.
"Fang Yu."
She walked over, and a red bump appeared on Fang Yu's fair arm, which was caused by a mosquito bite.
He still attracts mosquitoes so much.
"Jia Jia, I'm sorry," Fang Yu said nervously, "I really didn't mean to."
"Let's not let it happen again."
Chen Jia hugged her arms and hummed lightly: "For Jiang Mo's sake, I'll forgive you this time."
Fang Yu was surprised, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Seeing Chen Jia and Jiang Mo already walking towards the bus stop, he gritted his teeth and quickly caught up.
Perhaps realizing his mistake, after this incident, Fang Yu became more honest and stopped arguing with Chen Jia so easily. He also spoke more gently, making Chen Jia feel particularly uncomfortable, even suspecting that Fang Yu might have lost his mind.
During the summer vacation, Chen Jia received a call from Teacher Qin, informing her that the results of the Chucai Cup essay competition were out.
Her prose poem praising cats made it to the finals of the junior high school competition. Only she and the Chinese class representative from Class 38 at school made it to the finals. Chen Jia was so excited that her face turned red.
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