Youth Begins Because of You (3)

  It turned out that before I grew up, I was a social butterfly and got along well with everyone except Wei Xingyun.

  After blushing for a moment, I immediately jumped to Zhuo'er's side and exclaimed excitedly: "Thank you, brother! I'm Xia Miomiang, this person's younger sister."

  Xia Bing shouted from the side: "Xia Mi Mi, what's 'this person', I'll tell you I didn't agree to bring you along."

  However, an hour later, I was in the billiard room, drinking soda and chatting with my sister next to me. Xia Bing was playing ball, but her eyes kept staring at me, "I warn you, Xia Mi Mi, don't talk nonsense to me."

  "Are you talking about that time in elementary school when you led all the boys in your class to steal cucumbers and got in trouble with the parents?"

  As soon as I spoke, the entire billiard room burst into laughter. Xia Bing's face turned red and white, and she was about to rush over to scold me, but was stopped by Zhuo Er beside her.

  He handed the golf club in his hand to Xia Bing and walked over himself.

  "You think he's going to go crazy again, don't you want to come next time?" He asked me with a smile.

  My eyes lit up, "Can I come again?"

  Free juice, free snacks, lively atmosphere, I like it here.

  "People here are too complicated," he patted my head, "you can't learn from them."

  "Don't worry, I'm not as stupid as Xia Bing." I just came to join in the fun.

  "Xia Miangmiang, why are you mentioning my name again?" Xia Bing was on the verge of losing her temper.

  That winter vacation, and for a long time afterwards, I followed Xia Bing and Zhuo Er to hang out in this billiard room called 928. Of course, my parents didn't know about it, they were busy with work at the time and their understanding of Xia Bing was still stuck in his junior high school era, thinking that I was just following him to play basketball.

  After going there several times, I finally found out that the billiard room was opened by Zhuo Er's family. His father was an underground figure in this city, and his name became mysterious and cold as it was passed from mouth to mouth. Their family had many such businesses all over the city. However, when I later met his father, he just seemed like a chubby middle-aged uncle with a smile on his face.

  So I started believing that the saying "don't judge a person by their appearance" is true.

  Zhuo'er's relationship with his father seems very cold, but at this point, the two are actually quite similar. He looks like a warm sun on a winter day, clean, bright, and gentle, with a maturity that is different from others of the same age. When others boast and compare themselves, he always stands idly by, holding a ball stick, with a faint smile on his face.

  In comparison, Xia Bing who can't sit or stand properly is like a monkey, no wonder the girls who play with them all cling to Zhuo Er, and rarely pay attention to him.

  Although the consumption of billiards is not cheap, the guests who come here are still mixed with dragons and snakes. Sometimes you will see three or five good friends coming over to relax after work, sometimes you will see a man in a suit and tie, suspected of being pretentious, holding his female companion's hand and waist to teach her how to play, and sometimes there will be young people who are loudly dressed up and showy on this table.

  Every time this happens, Xia Bing would impatiently chase me away: "Xia Mi Mi, what are you still doing here? Go home and do your homework!"

  I curiously sized up this world I had never been in contact with before, "Let me play again, let me play a little longer."

  Who would have thought that just sitting on the sidelines watching the commotion would also bring trouble upon oneself.

  "Hey, hey! Over here." A laid-back-looking guy suddenly yelled at me from a short distance away.

  I looked around, pointed at myself in confusion and said "Me?"

  He snapped his fingers, "Help me get a pole over here."

  It was just a simple gesture, I didn't think much of it, so I turned around and handed him a golf club. Who knew he would touch my face?

  I was suddenly stunned, my face turned bright red, I was so scared that I couldn't speak, and in a panic, I retreated two steps back, lost my footing, and fell down with a thud.

  The man laughed "haha" twice and came up to support me. Just then a billiard ball flew through the air and hit him right in the face.

  Xia Bing stormed over and punched him in anger.

  Immediately, a pair of strong hands from behind lifted me up, carrying a faint scent of soap and tobacco. I turned around to see Zuo Er with an expression of triumph.

  "Are you hurt?"

  I nodded foolishly and Zhuo'er patted me once, "Stand back a bit."

  I ran to the corner of the wall, turned around, Zhuo Er kicked open the person who was about to sneak up on him behind Xia Bing's back, and casually picked up a ball bat to block several other people.

  I clutched my mouth in terror, feeling only that my heart was pounding in my chest, as if it were about to jump out at any moment.

  Don't worry, at this chaotic and tense moment, I didn't have time to feel touched, I was just scared.

  The brawl started quickly and ended quickly, security rushed over to subdue them and took them away.

  Xia Bing's ferocity from just now was nowhere to be seen, covering her mouth and wailing loudly. I rushed over, "Xia Bing, what's wrong?"

  Xia Bing suddenly stopped shouting and smiled deeply: "How about it, is your brother handsome?"

  I was covered in black threads, and when I turned around, I saw Zhuoer who was also covered in black threads.

  I walked over and grabbed Zhuo Er's clothes, Xia Bing shouted angrily from behind: "Xia Miao Miao you this thing that eats inside and crawls outside, values lust over brotherhood..."

  I looked at Zhuo Er and said seriously: "Zhuo Er brother, you and my brother must be good friends for life! In the future, if he offends you in any way, you absolutely cannot hit him..."

  That was too much!

  After winter vacation, I was still a bit mischievous but likable Xia Miomi.

  I'm still energetic and lively, jumping around and playing with Xie Xiandong and Yang Can, laughing and chatting with Zhou Shuangshuang and Lu Minran. Wherever there's excitement, I'm there.

  It's just that, without anyone noticing, I started paying attention to Wei Xingyun's every move.

  Unlike the stealthy observation in elementary school days, which was curiosity, this attention is an effort to understand him.

  Whenever he talks to others, she perks up her ears; whenever he answers questions, she stares at him intently; she tries her best to get close to his friends; during physical education class, she watches from afar as he kicks the ball; and every time they brush past each other, she turns around to look at his back...

  When I found myself repeatedly recalling every word he said to me, I finally realized that I seemed to have fallen for Wei Xingyun.

  I even prepared a small notebook and wrote down everything about him and every word he said to me.

  Good morning.

  Yes.

  I don't know, you'd better ask Chen Yuan about it.

  Thank you.

  ……

  His birthday is in January, and he's almost a year older than me; He likes to watch cartoons and animations, used to like Dragon Ball, now likes Slam Dunk; His mom's cooking is delicious, he can finish a whole fish every time; He likes playing table tennis and soccer, he's the most active in math class, and he doesn't like geography teacher either...

  I can almost be called the Xiaobai Encyclopedia of Weixingyun.

  Having had experience with secretly liking a class monitor before, secretly liking someone seems like a trivial matter to me.

  Later, I thought that if I had put the energy of secretly loving Wei Xingyun into studying back then, Tsinghua and Peking University would be nothing, and I could have gone to Harvard on a scholarship.

  As my best female friends in junior high school, Lu Minran and Zhou Shuang naturally discovered that something was wrong with me very quickly. However, when they found out that the object of my secret crush was Wei Xingyun, they were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

  They couldn't understand why someone as lively as me would like Wei Xingyun, the quietest person in class, who was also average-looking and not particularly tall.

  Even after listening to my explanation, they still looked at each other in dismay. "Mengmeng, we can understand that you like Miyagi Ryota, but isn't Wei Xingyun's style too far from your usual aesthetic?"

  I'm delighted, exactly, I want to be unexpected, if everyone likes what I like, then what's the point of having hopes.

  However, despite not understanding, they firmly expressed their willingness to keep secrets for me and actively made plans for me.

  At that time, I only liked Wei Xingyun, simply enjoying the process of liking her, indulging in the joy of my own secret crush, and completely ignoring their suggestions.

  At that time, I didn't understand that having a crush seemed beautiful, sounded beautiful, and was spoken beautifully. It even looked beautiful when it first started, and even writing about it was beautiful. But actually doing it, the bittersweet feeling in between, only the person involved would know.

  I, Xia Miangmang, embarked on this one-sided love path before I was even twelve years old.

  I've walked many roads, shed many tears, and eaten much bitter fruit. I've waded through the river of time to finally stand beside Weixingyun, only to have it end abruptly just as we were starting.

  I am not Zixia Fairy, so I didn't guess this process and didn't guess this ending.

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