N-M Chapter 79 A Crow's Mouth
Chapter 79 A Crow's Mouth
After the military training uniforms were brought back and distributed, Wang Qing said, "Next, everyone should get to know each other and prepare for tomorrow's military training."
The students around them were introducing themselves to each other.
Feng Nian, who was in the front row, exchanged names with a girl.
In the back row, Zhao Qihang patted Lu Ciyuan on the shoulder and said, "From now on, we're brothers." Lu Ciyuan replied, "Let's stick to our own roles. I'll call you brother, and you can call me dad."
Chen Xu huddled in the corner, flipping through his textbook. He turned a couple of pages and then closed it again, unsure of who to talk to.
The atmosphere in the classroom was lively and bustling, like water that had just been heated to seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, but hadn't yet boiled.
Song Huan turned her head and looked at the person next to her.
Xiao Yunqing was tidying up the bag of her military training uniform, stuffing the hat in and taking it out again, comparing the size, and then stuffing it back in.
Her ponytail hung down her shoulders, the ends of which were slightly split, and it shone brown under the fluorescent light.
"Xiao Yunqing," he said.
"what?"
She looked up.
Song Huan had a faint smile in her eyes, her lips were upturned, and her expression was more serious than usual.
Sunlight slanted in through the window, falling on his profile and casting a small shadow on his eyelashes.
"Please take care of me for the next three years of high school."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
My heart skipped a beat, like a string being plucked, and with a hum, the lingering sound echoed several times in my chest.
They've known each other for over a decade, from kindergarten to elementary and middle school, seeing and talking every day, and they can even guess each other's moods pretty accurately.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt a little nervous.
His fingers gripped the bag containing his military training uniform, clenching it tightly, then loosening it, then clenching it again.
"Song Huan, please give me your guidance." The voice was very soft, as if it were squeezed out of the throat.
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to organize the bag that she had already organized three times.
Her ponytail hung down, obscuring her face, and the tips of her ears, which were visible, were red.
Song Huan looked at her like that, said nothing, and turned back.
The sunlight streaming in through the window shone brightly on the space between the two people.
The fan spun slowly overhead, and the air it blew down smelled slightly of dust.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, tied up the bag of her military training uniform, and placed it on the corner of the table.
Then he pulled his hand under the table, clenched his fist, and then relaxed it.
My palms are a little damp.
She looked up at the back of Song Huan's head.
My hair has grown a bit long, almost covering my ears, and there's a tuft sticking up at the back of my head that I can't press down no matter what I do.
She stared at the tuft of hair for a few seconds, a slight smile playing on her lips, and reached out to press it down for him.
[It's nice to meet you, Song Huan.]
……
When the school bell rang, it was already half dark.
It wasn't the darkness of dusk, but the darkness of dark clouds pressing down.
Gray clouds rolled in from the west, swallowing the sun, and the light in the teaching building suddenly dimmed several degrees.
Someone on the playground shouted, "It's going to rain!" Footsteps became chaotic as some people ran towards the teaching building and others rushed towards the school gate.
Just as Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing reached the entrance of the teaching building, it started to rain.
It wasn't the kind of slow, drizzling rain; it was a downpour, with large raindrops pelting down, splashing water on the ground with a loud crackling sound.
The entrance was instantly crowded with people, all without umbrellas, huddled under the eaves, staring blankly at the rain.
Xiao Yunqing stood at the doorway, looking up at the sky.
Rain streamed down from the eaves, forming a curtain of water in front of us, blurring the view outside.
She frowned, reached into her bag and felt around inside; it was empty. She hadn't brought an umbrella.
Song Huan stood next to her and pulled an umbrella out of the side pocket of her backpack.
It's black, folded, and the frame is a bit crooked. I bought it at the school store last semester; it was the kind that cost a few yuan a bunch.
"Are you coming or not?"
Xiao Yunqing glanced at the umbrella, then at him. "Just one?"
"Um."
Is that enough?
"Just squeeze in."
Xiao Yunqing looked at the umbrella, then at the heavy rain outside, and hesitated for a second.
Song Huan had already opened the umbrella; the black canopy unfolded in the rain, and the frame creaked.
He walked out the door, stood in the rain, and looked back at her.
"Let's go."
Xiao Yunqing bit her lip, ran over, and crawled under the umbrella.
The umbrella wasn't big, so the two of them squeezed together, shoulder to shoulder.
Song Huan tilted the umbrella mostly towards her, completely covering half of her body while leaving his side exposed.
The rain pounded on the umbrella, making a pitter-patter sound, like someone was drumming on your head.
The two walked into the rain, their steps slow.
People on the street were running, splashing water onto their trouser legs.
The two of them walked slowly through the crowd, as if they were taking a stroll.
After walking for a while, Xiao Yunqing looked up.
The umbrella was tilted, tilted very badly, with the entire canopy leaning towards her.
Song Huan's left shoulder was exposed, rain soaked it, her school uniform was wet and darkened, clinging to the contours of her shoulder.
"Your umbrella is tilted," she said.
Song Huan glanced down at her, her gaze light, like raindrops falling on water, causing no ripples, but with concentric circles spreading outwards.
"It's not crooked. I was worried you'd get wet."
Xiao Yunqing's heart started racing again.
She looked away and stared at the road ahead.
The road was flooded, and her white shoes were half-wet and felt cool as she stepped into the water.
But she didn't feel cold.
The road was quiet, or rather, not really quiet; the rain was very loud, pattering and drowning out all other sounds.
But under the umbrella, the sound of the rain seemed to be muffled and distant, as if filtered through a layer.
The two walked under the umbrella, shoulder to shoulder, at a slow pace, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Song Huan held the umbrella handle, but the umbrella was tilted, and his left shoulder was constantly exposed to the rain.
Xiao Yunqing walked with her head down for a while, then suddenly wanted to break the silence.
She opened her mouth, and her voice drifted out from under the umbrella, tinged with a hint of probing.
"It's raining so hard, does that mean we don't have to do military training tomorrow?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the rain stopped.
It didn't stop gradually; it stopped suddenly.
It was like someone turning on a tap; the crackling sound instantly disappeared, and the world suddenly became quiet.
A crack appeared in the dark clouds, and sunlight streamed through the gap, falling on the wet ground and reflecting the light.
Song Huan: "..."
Are you kidding me?
Xiao Yunqing: "..."
Xiao Yunqing stopped in her tracks.
She looked up at the sky and saw that the dark clouds were indeed dispersing. The sun was showing half its face, and rays of light were shining out from behind the clouds, like lights on a stage.
She looked down at the ground again; the water was still there, but the rain had stopped.
Song Huan stood to the side, the umbrella still open, tilted to one side, his left shoulder soaked with a large patch of wet clothing clinging to his body.
He looked down at Xiao Yunqing, his expression quite interesting. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.
There was a three-second silence.
"Shut up," Song Huan said.
Xiao Yunqing's face turned from white to red, and then she pouted in grievance.
[I really didn't mean to!]
[I just wanted to talk to you!!!]
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