Mo Xiaoyan called Sun Jingjing and the others, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Sun Jingjing and the others thought she was calling to report her whereabouts, so they just complained and asked her to rest alone in the dormitory.

Mo Xiaoyan held the phone and listened for a long time before remembering what happened to Jiang Kai who fell on the stairs.

"President, you're fine, you've become a wheat bully," Sun Jingjing stood outside the box door, "Sister Yan, don't think too much, we'll talk about this when we get back!"

"Well -" Mo Xiaoyan bit her lip, "I know."

"Don't dwell on these annoying things all the time. If you have anything to say, tell your friends. You know, you are not alone, you know?" Sun Jingjing persuaded her for a while before hanging up the phone.

"Friends?" There was a bitter smile on Mo Xiaoyan's lips.

In my sophomore year of high school, there was a school basketball match between Science Class 1 and Science Class 3, and Mo Xiaoyan happened to be in Class 3. During the game, Mo Xiaoyan and Zhao Xin went to cheer for Shen Chen.

In fact, Mo Xiaoyan is not qualified to cheer, because in her opinion, the basketball game is a very strange game. Two groups of people are fighting over each other, and there is a referee blowing the whistle, and then The two teams will also argue with each other about this.

Mo Xiaoyan is an idiot in ball sports.

Shen Chen once asked her, "Mo Xiaoyan, do you know any ball games?"

Mo Xiaoyan thought for a long time, "I can play badminton."

...........

Zhao Xin and Mo Xiaoyan are good sisters. They have often played together since junior high school. She knows all the secrets of Mo Xiaoyan's adolescence. Between them, they talk about everything.

At that time, Mo Xiaoyan still simply believed, believed in sisterhood, and believed in long live friendship.

Compared to Mo Xiaoyan, Zhao Xin understands basketball games better, and she also knows that even if Shen Chen doesn't call Mo Xiaoyan, Mo Xiaoyan will show up uninvited.

During the competition that day, Zhao Xin scolded the boy with a jet-cut hairstyle and a thick black earring on his left ear. Mo Xiaoyan, who was standing next to her at the time, quickly covered her mouth. And give an apologetic smile to those around you.

Mo Xiaoyan recognized him, Yi Xiaochuan, who was on the school sports team, could play guitar, was an unconventional boy, fought, smoked, kissed girls in the corridor as if no one else was around, had a large number of so-called fans, and was considered a popular figure on campus. And every one of him People who kiss have arrogant looks in their eyes, and problems that would cause headaches to normal people.

What's even worse is that those fans and girls are only a few people away.

Mo Xiaoyan knew that they had caused a big trouble and immediately pulled the perpetrator away from the scene.

Class three won the competition that day.

The next morning, Mo Xiaoyan's desk was covered with white flags, with four big characters written in paint: "Bitch, die!" However, this was not what made Mo Xiaoyan feel most frightened and sad.

At noon, Zhao Xin, who lived in the campus dormitory, pulled Mo Xiaoyan in every possible way and stayed in her dormitory at noon to discuss important matters. Mo Xiaoyan also felt that the current situation really needed to be discussed. After all, she was the one who caused it. , but he somehow became the target of public criticism.

"That's her. She's the one who cursed. I heard it with my own ears," Zhao Xin pointed at Mo Xiaoyan who was sitting by the bed. Next to him were six girls with dyed hair and makeup. Everyone was furious. It looked like it was about to eat people. On that floor, as if they felt something, everyone silently retreated outside the door, quietly waiting for what was going to happen indoors.

"She and I have been friends since junior high school. I heard everything she said at that time. It's really rude to curse people like this, let alone Yi Xiaochuan." Zhao Xin looked at Mo Xiaoyan coldly, "So, I called her over.

Got it!"

"Snapped--"

Mo Xiaoyan's face lost all color in an instant.

"But, she is also a good friend of mine. I am apologizing to you on her behalf. She said what she said but did not mean it. Let's forget about it?" Zhao Xin's eyes began to dodge and he did not dare to look at them.

There was no room for explanation, and the slap came down so hard that the air around him condensed, and the people at the door who poked their heads involuntarily stepped back.

The six people were pushing and shouting curses at Mo Xiaoyan who was sitting there. Mo Xiaoyan's clothes and hair were all in a mess.

Mo Xiaoyan's ears were buzzing, and his head exploded in an instant.

Later, the farce ended when the hostess intervened.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Xiaoyan never said a word, had no chance to say a word, and never wanted to say a word again.

Mo Xiaoyan pushed through the crowd and rushed to the first floor, and rushed out of the dormitory. In the short corridor, there were so many people watching the excitement, but no one was willing to stand up and speak for Mo Xiaoyan. Every face had an expression.

, when he saw Mo Xiaoyan, he automatically stepped aside.

At noon that day, Mo Xiaoyan's belief was shattered.

In fact, the so-called friendship is not just an object used to relieve boredom when we are in peace. Once other factors are involved, it will break down.

"Ding——" The phone kept vibrating.

Is it him? Mo Xiaoyan looked at her phone with some anticipation.

The result showed that it was a call from an unknown number.

Mo Xiaoyan refused to answer.

But he still dialed the phone without getting tired of it.

"Hello -" Mo Xiaoyan asked tentatively.

"Xiao Mo——" a lazy female voice said, "Guess who I am?"

Countless past events passed before his eyes, and various complex emotions flashed through Mo Xiaoyan's heart.

After all, the surprise is greater than anything else.

"Senior Man?" Mo Xiaoyan's hands were shaking a little.

"Well -" the person on the other end of the phone smiled, "yes, you still remember me, how have you been these past few years?"

"Well -" The tears couldn't help but flow down. How could Mo Xiaoyan not remember the Yu Man who accompanied him and helped him when he was most sad?

"I know what happened," Yu Man sighed, "Xiao Mo, if I were here, things might be a lot better."

"It's okay, everything is over." Her throat hurt, and Mo Xiaoyan felt that it was so difficult for her to speak.

"Fool, just cry when you're not happy. What's the point?" Yu Man's voice was filled with distress, "It's okay if things make things difficult for you. Why can't you just cry happily if you're not happy?"

"You are so old, wouldn't it be embarrassing to cry?" Mo Xiaoyan bit her lower lip.

"Wouldn't it make me more embarrassed if you don't cry in front of me?" Yu Man asked back.

Tears finally fell uncontrollably, and Mo Xiaoyan covered her mouth desperately to prevent herself from crying.

That year, Mo Xiaoyan was inexplicably humiliated in the girls' dormitory and did not dare to go home, so she sat stupidly under the big tree at the school gate, with red eyes, biting her lip, holding back tears of grievance, and kept pulling her hair.

.

"Yo——" Someone whistled to Mo Xiaoyan, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

In front of Mo Xiaoyan was a pair of white canvas shoes and the same school uniform as his own. The right pocket of his pants had the words "third grade" printed on it.

"What? Someone bullied you?" The person who spoke was a girl, with clean short hair, two small fangs when she smiled, and a tall stature.

"Huh?" Mo Xiaoyan, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, just looked at the person in front of him with a pitiful face, not knowing what to say.

"How about pear blossoms and rain?" The senior sister took out a tissue from her pocket and sat beside her minding her own business.

"I'm not crying," Mo Xiaoyan stubbornly refused.

"If you're in a bad mood, just cry. What's wrong? You've been wronged, why can't you just cry?" The senior sister put the paper into her hand, "Although it's the beginning of autumn, the weather is still hot.

There are a lot of mosquitoes, aren’t you afraid?”

"I'm not afraid," he said with a guilty conscience. Mo Xiaoyan was most afraid of mosquitoes. When the senior said this, Mo Xiaoyan felt something was wrong all over.

"It's not even close now. Class won't start until half past two in the afternoon." The senior glanced at her watch, "Are you sure you want to wait here?"

"What should I do?" I can't go home.

"Go to my house," the senior sister pointed to the community opposite the school, "it's very close."

Mo Xiaoyan looked at the person in front of him hesitantly and said nothing.

"My name is Yu Man." The senior sister handed her day pass to Mo Xiaoyan, "You can send a text message to your family, class teacher, good friend, or the police uncle. Just say that if you disappear, I will come.

Find me."

"But -" Isn't that not good? I'm not very familiar with him.

"I am a senior, and I should take care of my juniors," Yu Man said with a serious face, "What's the matter, do you still need me to show my ID card?"

"I'll just go," Mo Xiaoyan shook her head like a rattle. For some reason, Mo Xiaoyan just felt that the girl in front of her gave people a kind and trustworthy feeling, which would make people want to get close to her involuntarily.

Indeed, Yu Man is an organized, careful girl who knows how to comfort people. Soon, she and Mo Xiaoyan talked about everything.

Mo Xiaoyan also felt strange. One second, he had lost confidence in friendship and vowed never to trust others again. But the next second, he told Yu Man all his grievances and was still there.

The other party’s family was filled with runny noses and tears.

Yu Man listened, comforted, handed tissue paper, and found ice cubes to put on Mo Xiaoyan's face.

That noon was also the moment when Mo Xiaoyan felt happy.

Maybe this sentence is right, although God closes a door for you, he will leave a window for you.

Yu Man was that window, who appeared when Mo Xiaoyan was desperate and gave her the warmest care and help.

"I heard that you went back to school, how do you feel?" Yu Man asked Mo Xiaoyan the usual questions on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay, it's just this major. I don't know anything about it," Mo Xiaoyan opened up and told Yu Man all the events that he encountered after college, as if he was given candy.

Children want to show off in front of their parents.

Yu Man was not bored either, listening and asking questions with a smile.

"Are you sleepy? Senior Sister Man?" By the time Mo Xiaoyan came to her senses, it was already past one o'clock.
To be continued...