Yang Jingxing returned home, cleaned up after washing, and then called He Peiyuan.

He Peiyuan answered quickly: "Are you here?"

"It's been half a day." Yang Jingxing was still not satisfied: "Can't you take the initiative to give me a shot? I don't know if you've finished washing it. It's a waste of time."

He Peiyuan chuckled: "I'm still wiping my hair...then don't hit me, I'm not begging you." She complained a little.

Yang Jingxing had no ambition: "As if I didn't say... it wouldn't be so embarrassing to see Nono tomorrow, right?"

He Peiyuan seemed to have not thought about it: "Maybe... but when I think about it, I have been kept in the dark for so long. They must have been waiting to see my joke."

Yang Jingxing didn't think so: "What did you do? Who is laughing at you?"

"You will never forget me." He Peiyuan was quite worried: "I was clearly present that day, and they must have thought that I...wanted to reap the benefits."

Yang Jingxing could only smile bitterly: "There was no fight between the snipe and the clam at all. It was me who didn't handle the matter well and caused the misunderstanding. If I had been calmer at the time, I wouldn't have been like that. The situation at that time actually had nothing to do with you, and it was not caused by you.

"

He Peiyuan was unsure: "You seemed to have asked me to go upstairs that day, right?"

Yang Jingxing replied, "Yes... I'm really dizzy. Fortunately, you didn't agree."

He Peiyuan imagined: "What if I agree?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a while: "Maybe even you will be hurt... I can only never forget you."

He Peiyuan seemed to think for a while but still couldn't figure it out, so she asked softly: "Why? What's the difference?"

Yang Jingxing said, "I shouldn't have implicated you in the first place. If you had gone upstairs at that time... I don't know what other stupid things I would have said, and I might have wrongfully accused you of being a victim."

He Peiyuan whispered more and more: "What did you tell them at that time? I couldn't understand what Qi Qingnuo said."

Yang Jingxing seemed to not remember clearly: "I didn't say anything. I just confessed my mistake. It's like that anyway. It's useless for me to hide... Anyway, I didn't say anything meaningful."

"If you don't want to say it, just say it." He Peiyuan didn't seem to mean to blame: "...don't you want there to be a misunderstanding between them? Tao Meng was quite angry at the time, I see."

Yang Jingxing felt: "It's not that I'm angry, it's probably that I'm disappointed..."

Perhaps feeling that Yang Jingxing's thinking was not smooth, He Peiyuan gently helped: "Does she think you are lying to her?"

Yang Jingxing replied: "...No one likes to be lied to, let alone people who have been together before."

"Have you cleared up the misunderstanding?" He Peiyuan seemed to be looking forward to good news.

Yang Jingxing thought: "Let's make it clear. There's no point in saying it clearly. The key is the cause of the misunderstanding. It's useless no matter how you explain it. The reason was the fact at the time."

He Peiyuan: "...then the reason why you can't forget them is because you still like them?"

Yang Jingxing corrected: "The reason is the facts that happened in the past... We have discussed this before. Do you still like it? Or even whether you still love me? It's too difficult to define. Yuanyuan, I believe you must have liked it before.

Someone, can you tell me?"

"Tell me about you!" He Peiyuan resisted: "Don't even try to change the subject."

Yang Jingxing was angry: "You can't just talk about me, can't you? I'll put this aside first and talk about you first."

He Peiyuan did not do anything wrong and was very happy: "Even if there is, what about it?"

Yang Jingxing seized the opportunity: "When? In what state?"

"No..." He Peiyuan was still doubtful: "You just changed the subject."

Yang Jingxing comforted him: "Can I escape from the first grade of junior high school or the fifteenth grade? You will also have to confess sooner or later, so don't hide it."

He Peiyuan thought: "...Why should I tell you?"

Yang Jingxing: "Let's just talk like ordinary friends."

He Peiyuan snorted: "Ordinary friends can't tell you, not even Wang Rui has told you."

"Okay, sure enough, I knew it." Yang Jingxing jumped: "Tell me, are you still obsessed with him?"

He Peiyuan must have been furious. It took a while before she counterattacked: "You have a villain's heart and a gentleman's heart..." and then chuckled.

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "Let's just talk about the person you liked for the first time. Who is it?"

He Peiyuan hesitated for a few seconds, and then complained: "I don't want to say it!"

Continue to encourage: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

"Who cares about you!" He Peiyuan shouted in a low voice: "You don't care anyway."

"That's right." Yang Jingxing encouraged himself: "I don't care at all, I don't care at all, just say it."

He Peiyuan reluctantly hummed for a long time: "...Actually, it's not that I like it, it can only be regarded as the throbbing of adolescence."

Yang Jingxing also accepted: "Then tell me when and how you started to feel throbbing."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, He Peiyuan's concise and clear voice came: "It's junior high school, one from the next class, that's it."

Yang Jingxing believed: "There has to be a reason, right?"

"I don't know." He Peiyuan guessed: "If you write well, you can memorize 300 Tang poems and 100 Song lyrics...does that count?"

Yang Jingxing asked: "How did you know?"

"School competition!" He Peiyuan became impatient.

"I don't even bother competing." Yang Jingxing was already a little emotional: "Have you confessed your feelings?"

He Peiyuan was very unhappy: "I haven't said anything yet!"

Yang Jingxing was very worried: "Where are you writing the letter?"

"No!" He Peiyuan was unwilling to be passively asked: "Is it you? You just like to write letters to others, right?"

Yang Jingxing defined: "Then you have a secret love?"

"It's not love!" He Peiyuan strongly declared: "Have you never gone through puberty?"

Yang Jingxing: "How long did this throbbing last? Where was high school?"

He Peiyuan was really impatient: "Don't worry about it, I don't want to talk anymore!"

Yang Jingxing advised: "Look at you, you gave up halfway...Then I'll assume that you liked me from the first year of junior high to the third year of high school? Just think less."

"Okay." He Peiyuan didn't care: "Whatever you want."

Yang Jingxing breathed heavily: "Okay, six years of secret love...is it only six years? You tell me!"

He Peiyuan felt proud now and giggled happily: "You said it yourself, I didn't."

Yang Jingxing was so anxious: "Tell me quickly! How long will it take?"

"I don't." He Peiyuan seemed very happy: "You know, what does it feel like?"

Yang Jingxing begged: "Yuanyuan..."

"No..." He Peiyuan's voice was obviously full of sympathy: "Just a little more than one semester."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Why? He has a girlfriend? Or do you have someone else?"

"Who is like you?" He Peiyuan was so angry, but then she couldn't bear to say it and looked back: "Later they told me... he had bad breath and didn't brush his teeth." It was a broken dream.

Yang Jingxing was sad: "How could this happen? It's so unpleasant...who told you?"

He Peiyuan was also a little disappointed: "My classmates, they were unwilling to be in a group with him when they did recitations during extracurricular activities... Anyway, as soon as I heard about it, I didn't feel anything at all."

Yang Jingxing was angry: "Who told you? What is the name of a classmate? How can you hit the girl's throbbing like this?"

He Peiyuan seemed to also complain: "I'm just a classmate."

Yang Jingxing said enthusiastically: "Remember, what was your name? I have to remember her as a great kindness."

"Yang Jingxing!" He Peiyuan was angry: "It's better than you. I'd rather you have bad breath than that..."

Yang Jingxing was startled: "You are exaggerating... To be serious, if, if you didn't know about this, or even if you knew about it, when you think about it now, how would you feel about the boy you have been in love with for more than a semester?

What does it feel like?”

He Peiyuan thought for a moment: "...I don't feel it. If you don't ask me, I won't remember it at all."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "Ignore the problem of not brushing your teeth, and just recall the feeling of throbbing. Suppose that when you were throbbing, you or he suddenly transferred to another school and never saw each other again... would it be different?"

He Peiyuan struck again: "I'm not as sentimental as you, and I won't think about it."

Yang Jingxing seemed serious: "I really hope that your throbbing can be better and longer, and I hope that Yuanyuan can have such a beautiful and happy memory... I will also be jealous, but I am more willing to help you cherish this kind of memory. If

Yuanyuan is now blessing the boy she has liked, and I will bless you together. Because I like you, I hope you have more and more good things. I mean it sincerely."

After a moment of silence, He Peiyuan probably said sarcastically: "I'm not as great as you."

Yang Jingxing didn't dare: "It's not great..."

He Peiyuan didn't finish her sentence: "I'm not as confident as you."

Yang Jingxing added: "It's not about self-confidence...it's just life experience that tells me."

He Peiyuan suddenly changed her tone: "Yes, you have a lot of experience, I know!"

Yang Jingxing sighed: "It's back again."

He Peiyuan chuckled a few times, and then complained: "You just go around and around, and I have forgotten what to say?"
To be continued...