moonlight lure

Song Shiwei paused for a moment before reacting and kicked his leg: "...What does it have to do with you?"

He said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's none of my business. Gender is determined by male genes. This is common biological knowledge."

She snorted softly: "Then I won't necessarily use your genes, it's too dangerous."

"Where is the danger?"

"Violent tendencies."

纪晏臣：“……”

He knew he couldn't let her see Gu Wan.

He rubbed his forehead a little depressed, then raised his face and said solemnly: "When I was in the army, my physical fitness and psychological evaluation were both excellent. I will find it for you later."

Song Shiwei bit her straw to hold back laughter and pretended to be indifferent: "Psychological assessment is difficult to evaluate. Maybe you are good at pretending?"

He said in a low voice: "Don't doubt the medical strength of our army, Prosecutor Song."

She raised her lips and counterattacked: "Don't put such a big label on me, Captain Ji."

She handed him a quarter of the milk tea she had drunk, and joked casually: "You got the scar because of the fight, right? Because of the scar, you failed the exam that year."

Realizing that she had made a mistake, Song Shiwei suddenly fell silent.

The hand holding the milk tea beside him froze in the air, and his expression suddenly became calm.

The air slowly and silently solidified. After a few seconds, Ji Yanchen leaned over and put the milk tea in his hand on the table, with an unclear expression on his face.

Song Shiwei said awkwardly at the side: "I'm sorry."

He turned his face and rubbed her head, and gently pulled away the corners of his lips: "It has nothing to do with you, why are you sorry?"

She wanted to say something, but was at a loss for words. After hesitation, he put down his hands and stood up, saying calmly: "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

She nodded hesitantly: "Then...I'll give it to you."

Before parting at the entrance, he hugged her hard and rubbed the back of her head soothingly with his big hand.

But Song Shiwei was not comforted by him, and she didn't know if it was her preconceptions. In the brief moment when he breathed lightly when he lay on her neck, she suddenly felt that he was not as indestructible as he appeared.

"go to bed early."

"Well, be careful on the road."

This was the first time that she didn't want him to leave, but she couldn't say anything to keep him.

She watched his back submerged in the light of the corridor, and her slender fingers slowly tightened on the brass door handle.

In those few seconds of tangle and restraint, she thought in a daze, if the two of them separated one day in the future, would this be the scene like this?

Her mood suddenly felt inexplicably low because of this fake separation.

When she returned to the room, she stood in front of the dining table and drank water nervously. After a while, she hit her forehead with her fist in annoyance.

Throughout the whole day today, she didn't understand him in the morning, didn't acknowledge him in the afternoon, and hurt him with her unscrupulous words in the evening.

She herself felt that this girlfriend was too incompetent.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and pinched the glass in her hand, her cold face dark and unclear.

But his reaction made her, who was just a little curious, suddenly want to know what happened to him back then? For the first time, she seriously recalled her relationship with those years in Huping.

She has never contacted anyone in Huping since she returned to Chengdu nine years ago. Her contact information has been changed several times over the years. The only one that may have been retained is one that she has not logged in to for many years. But she didn't even remember the number.

She bit her lip secretly and turned on the computer with the attitude of giving it a try. She finally found the old number in an email. It took her an hour of verification and review before she finally successfully changed her password and logged in.

This act of opening up Shen Feng's memories made her slightly nervous, but soon she began to shrink back as she looked at the computer screen.

During that year in Huping, she rarely socialized, and the few friends she had had gray avatars, and she didn’t know if they still used them. And to say the least, even if these people could be contacted, wouldn't it be too strange for her to suddenly ask a male classmate from another class after disappearing for so many years?

She cupped her cheek and felt depressed for a while, then opened her mailbox casually, trying to find any record of sending homework to the teacher, but her attention was unexpectedly attracted by several new emails sandwiched in advertising emails.

Several emails all came from the same unknown account without a signature. The most recent one was five years ago. The content of the email was a landscape photo, with green trees, a blue sky, and a white trail cloud left behind by an airplane passing by in the sky. .

The following line of text: [The midsummer in Huping is like this. ]

Song Shiwei didn't know why and opened the second letter.

This time it was a photo of a concert. The person on the stage was a niche Cantonese singer she had a brief crush on in high school.

[He came to the music festival in Huping today. ]

She gradually gathered her thoughts and clicked on the last email, which was also the other party's first email.

2015 9 Month 9 Day.

[Happy birthday. ]

[How are you doing now? ]

Song Shiwei's eyes suddenly froze. Who is this person?

He clicked on the other party's information. He was not her friend, and the profile picture and name were all blank.

She frowned and thought, was it someone who had a crush on her in high school?

But since they haven't exchanged a single word in five years, the other party must have given up on it long ago.

Although she was surprised, she didn't pay much attention to it. After closing the page, she found an email exchange with her high school teacher.

The previous document had long since expired, but there was a mobile phone number in the signature column of the other party. Her dark eyes lit up, she grabbed the phone next to her and quickly typed the next line: [Hello, Teacher Dong, I am Song Shiwei, a student in your class in Grade 13].

After finishing this sentence, she deleted and deleted it for a long time without typing out the second line.

She lay on her arm and rubbed her cheek in worry. This was too strange and sudden. How on earth could she ask?

In the end, she anxiously sent a normal greeting without any hope, but she didn't expect that the other party actually replied when she came out of the shower: "I remember you, that kid from Rongcheng, right?" ]

Song Shiwei was very excited: [Yes, it's me. ]

She greeted the other person's body and asked for permission before making a call. After a few brief greetings, she explained her purpose: "I want to ask you something. Did any of our first- and third-level classmates at that time get admitted to the Air Force? "

When she was in Huping, Dong Fengqin was in his fifties. He was very strict and was secretly called Shi Tai by the boys in the class.

Now that the other party has almost reached the age of retirement, his voice sounds much kinder than before: "Yes, the Air Force School only recruits once every three years. There were exactly two places that year, but it is a pity that only one was admitted and the other was admitted. Failed the physical examination.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she asked softly: "What's the reason?"

The other party's tone was very regretful: "The little boy is too unstable. He wanted to get into the Air Force but he didn't restrain his temper. He started fighting with others. At that time, he won to vent his anger, but later he was retaliated and had a few stitches on his head. Of course he was No chance for the Air Force."

Song Shiwei's face was solemn, and she slowly held the phone tightly: "Then he must have been very shocked at that time, right?"

"The kid later went to the army and should be developing well now."

The other party paused and smiled, "Is it him you want to ask today? I thought it was Xiao He you wanted to ask."

Song Shiwei paused: "Who?"

The other end of the phone said: "He Chufeng, he was the one who was admitted to the Air Force that year."

Song Shiwei was in a daze, and she had some impression of this name. He was the monitor of their class, a boy who lived up to his name and had a very upright temperament. Because she was a transfer student, he took good care of her at the time.