Eyes like a python

Peng Nanan and I were caught in an awkward situation.

From the day after Zhou Zhou's birthday, we didn't contact each other by phone or text message, and we didn't meet up. It's funny, in this big school, I go to class and eat and walk and run every day, I used to meet several times a day but now a whole week has passed and we haven't even met once.

I did not deliberately avoid him, he also as usual classes and meals, but we did not meet once. But Zhou Zhou and Lin Chaoyang, both met him several times, and the first thing they did when they returned to the dorm was to mysteriously gossip: "Talking Xia Xin you and Peng Southwest broke up? How does he look so depressed?"

I fell into a state of unprecedented irritability, and before they could finish their words I retorted with a huff: "He and I have never been in love! There's no such thing as a breakup." When they heard me say that, they laughed even more, just like two cats that had stolen something.

The first thing I did every day when I woke up was to open my phone, but there were no text messages or call alerts from Pang Sinan, and several times I wanted to call or text him, but I finally held back. I stared hatefully at the text message he sent a few days ago: he said he liked me, but not even a phone call to me, like bullshit. What's more, I was not at fault that night, so why should he lose his temper with me?

I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to Zhou Zhou: "As long as Peng Xinan doesn't show me first, I definitely won't go to him first." She laughed and shook her head with a "you're just arrogant" expression.

I grabbed Lin Chaoyang's celebrity photo album and slapped it on her face, not wanting to see her profound smile that seemed to know everything, but she laughed even louder, and her whole body fell on the table: "Talk Xia Xin, you are too funny, the little woman in love is like this!"

Ji Ke Ran, who was videoing with an unknown boy, looked back and threw us a big blank stare, turned back to the camera, and was smiling again, Zhou Zhou stood up, gave the camera the middle finger, and then calmly walked towards the bathroom.

I turned on my computer, opened Tianya, and prepared to have fun on my own, pretending not to hear Ji Kieran's exasperated screams.

The day continued in an orderly manner, except for the occasional thought of Peng Xinan I was a little unhappy, everything was calm and quiet.

I am not a literary girl in the Chinese department, I never passed the language essay, so I do not know that in many novels and movies, all the storms are calm before they come, and forget the idiom of the beginning of the word wind and wind and cloud changes, wind and cloud darkness.

My sixth sense has always been accurate: when I was ten years old, my eyelids jumped in the middle of class, so I ran home from school despite the teacher's advice and found that my house was on fire; when I was twelve years old, my eyelids jumped all afternoon, and I fell into an uncovered sewer when I crossed the street after school; when I was thirteen years old, I was fidgety in class, and when I returned home, I found that the gas was on and that my mother was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom.

This afternoon I had been restless since my oral class, and I leaned over my desk and whispered to Zhou Zhou, "I feel like something is going to happen."

She had heard me say those things, at this time even look at me lazily, still seriously staring at the teacher on the podium, mouth silently but exaggeratedly made a mouth: you divine woman.

The next second I was called up by the teacher: "Talk Xia Xin, you come, read this chapter aloud." I lowered my head and looked at the dense page of English letter combinations in lead, I wanted to look up to the sky and whine.

In the evening after class, I refused to go with Zhou Zhou for the ungenerous reason of walking back to the dormitory alone. I saw a beautiful black Harley motorcycle in front of the school's training monument, and an arrogant boy was sitting on it, and the motorcycle was equally arrogant. There were a lot of teachers and students coming and going, countless people were throwing their eyes at him, and the girls walking behind me were laughing and commenting on him.

"That guy is so handsome, just like his car."

"Yeah, eh, you go up and ask him his name ......"

"No way, you go, aren't you interested in him ......"

......

I quickened my pace and ran towards the dormitory, but I heard someone call out my name, and I looked back to see the person smiling and looking at me ploddingly.

"Hey, talk Xia Xin."

I looked at his charming face and thought until he raised his right hand to me and raised the key bag with the Mickey doll on it, then I suddenly remembered who that person was, the jerk I met in the bar who treated me like a "lady".

I walked towards him furiously and held out my hand: "Give me back my keys! And how do you know my name?"

He waved my key bag, smiled like a sunflower, and then pulled out my student ID card from the key bag: "It's written here, isn't it? Talking Xia Xin, English Department, University of A. I said, why do you treat your benefactor so fiercely? If I hadn't moved you from the bar back to my apartment that day, I guess you, a drunk, would have been sleeping on the street ...... I said, do you want your stuff back?"

He waved the key bag in front of me again.

"Give it back!" I reached out to grab it, but this guy raised his hand violently to lift the thing over his head, my six-foot-two height on tiptoe also just reached his shoulders, he handed the key bag to me like a teasing kitten and puppy, and again and again to lift it high, happy to do so.

I finally gave up and glared at him angrily, "What the hell do you want! Give it back to me or not!" All sorts of prying eyes with a hint of gossip swept at me like machine guns, and I had no interest in being a human target; these stares gave me goosebumps.

His hand on his cheek leaning on his racy motorcycle, sighing repeatedly: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, your attitude is really bad, you must have forgotten that you still owe me two hundred and fifty! I paid for your bill that night ......"

"I'll pay you back the money later, and you can give me back my key bag and student ID."

"That won't do." He said slowly, "There is no such thing as a bargain."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Nothing! Get in the car!" He put on the black helmet and tossed me a red one tethered to the back, "Put it on."

"Where to?" I asked.

His voice buzzed: "You will know when you get in the car, how many people want to ride in my car have no chance, do not worry, I will not sell you, on your body."

I stared at him for a long time, and finally climbed into his car honestly with my helmet on, my gut feeling that he would not do anything to me, as well as I did not want to continue to be surrounded like a panda again.

"Hold on tight."

I didn't have time to react, his car had already made a fast turn and almost threw me off, I hurriedly hugged his waist and he laughed very loudly.

At this point, I saw Peng Southwest, he carried a large bag of things standing at the front door of the school building, expressionlessly looking at me. Although with a helmet he may not be able to see my face, I felt that he was looking at me.

His eyes were like a python, coldly wrapping around me, hooping my heart and suffocating me. But soon, he disappeared from my view, like one of those fast receding cottonwoods, fleeing far away.