Devil’s Warmth

In the early summer night, the jungle in the distance had three or two dots.

Pei Chuan remained silent for a long time and said, "I'm fine, you go back."

Asked what can be done, today is over, he had no meaning at all.

Bei Yao curiously observed his expression. The teenager's expression was extremely indifferent, and his eyes were silent.

Will you drink if you're fine? Will you come to see her at school?

She approached him, raised her eyes to his eyes, and said solemnly, "Pei Chuan, has anyone told you that if you have something in your heart, you have to say it, and you can't hold it in your heart."

She couldn't help laughing: "After a long time it will ... like you, the whole person looks fierce."

He frowned.

Bei Yao said, "What's the matter?" She mixed her voice with the wind of the summer night, and was tolerant and soft.

"I'm okay." He couldn't take it anymore, and said that he only had to take a look, why should he ask for humiliation.

Pei Chuan turned and left.

"Hmm ..." Bei Yao hesitated to follow.

Forget it, let's be a bit grumpy today and let him be overdrafting tomorrow's right.

At the end of the camphor forest is the intersection of the school gate, and a group of teenagers walk towards the gate.

Someone teased and asked, "Han Zhen! How about, when you became a man, did you get a kiss from the school flower?"

Pei Chuan stopped suddenly.

Han Zhen said: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hahaha, look, Han Zhen blushes!"

"Han Zhen Han Zhen, the fragrance of the school flower is not fragrant? The lips are soft or not? Does her waist look so thin and has she hugged it? What kind of beauty is that like Bei Yao?

This remark was too frivolous, Han Zhen frowned and didn't speak, the man who made the laugh made a heavy blow on his face.

At the intersection of camphor forest, the boy in black grabbed the guy's collar, and punched him in the face again.

The boy's nosebleed came out.

Everyone froze. Then he hurried up to the rack. They did not know the teenager who hit him, but was frightened by him fiercely.

He was crazy, holding the boy's head against the camphor tree.

After another look, seven or eight teenagers, no one was able to pull him away.

Han Zhen was startled, and dragged the boy's arm back with the two men, and the others guarded the beaten boy.

The beaten boy was beaten down: "I. Fuck. You. Mom, neurosis ..."

Han Zhen felt that the muscles of his teenagers were bulging, and the extreme anger caused him to twitch his muscles. He did not hold Pei Chuan. All the anger and pain of Pei Chuan made him look cold.

Pei Chuan knew he was crazy. He was crazy. He was crazy when he heard the news yesterday ...

Han Zhen didn't hold him and saw that the beaten boy's face was frightened. Han Zhen could not help but hurry up to stop him.

Pei Chuan's fist is only one centimeter away from Han Zhen's face.

The two teenagers looked at each other for a second.

Pei Chuan said, "Get away." He recognized who he was, Han Zhen. The guy on that post was side by side with Bei Yao's photo.

Han Zhen saw a pair of cold and harsh eyes.

Han Zhen said, "What if I refuse? Classmates, whoever you are, have any grievances with him, as long as you don't use this solution."

For a moment, Pei Chuan tried to choke him hard.

This kind of upholding the so-called justice is the one she likes?

Pei Chuan never had any justice. In his mind, only the **** boy asked lightly. What did Bei Yao taste?

Bae Chuan started.

Go to him. Damn, all of him died.

"Pei Chuan!" Less than half a minute after their swords were stretched out, Bei Yao came over and found a boy with a nosebleed. When she saw that Pei Chuan was still going to Han Zhen, her heart stopped.

What are they doing?

Pei Chuan turned his back on Bei Yao.

Han Zhen saw that when Beiyao shouted the boy's name, the savageness and anger in his eyes were all gone, replaced by endless embarrassment and shame.

Pei Chuan didn't turn around. He didn't want Bei Yao to see this jealous and crazy look. He pushed away the two boys who held himself, and walked towards the gate of Sixth High School.

Beiyao looked at Shang Hanzhen's face: "I'm sorry, let your classmates go to the doctor first. I will pay for the medical expenses. The guy just ... he was in a bad mood. I'll see him first, sorry."

She ran down the trail to the end of the sixth middle camphor forest.

The warm yellow roadside lights were dim, and Beiyao saw his bright end at his back.

"Pei Chuan!"

He stopped and closed his eyes.

Panting for breath, Bai Yao ran to him and stopped him: "What's wrong with you! Why hit someone?"

He opened his eyes and her dark pupils looked like hers.

The most he wanted to fight was obviously Han Zhen. But she was afraid of it. What did she think of him?

It was clear that it was summer in early May, but the night was a bit cold.

Pei Chuan lowered his eyes: "They are discussing you and Han Zhen."

Bei Yao: "..." When did she have anything with Han Zhen? She didn't know how.

However, the young man's eyes fell down and fell on the silhouette of the camphor tree under the street lamp. He had pale lips and wondered if it was because of the embarrassment or something else. She let him talk, he said it now.

Bei Yao had an absurd suspicion. Was he just so angry because of himself?

She said, "What's wrong with Han Zhen?"

The teenager's lips were whiter, and he suddenly looked up, looking at her with a gaze that pushed him to despair.

"A congratulation at the age of eighteen." Would you like him to make it clear? In the end, she must let him go!

Beiyao said, "Do you say the first kiss?"

Pei Chuan gritted his teeth.

He didn't want to say a word to her anymore, the heart was pinched in his hands, and she said it would hurt once more.

Bei Yao held back his smile and shyness, and Xing'er eyes looked at him with sparkling water: "That wasn't true. Then I changed my mind and thought the gift was good."

He turned and left.

Whoops temper!

At eleven twelve, Liu Ying flew out of the grass, and the leaves of the camphor tree scattered overhead.

She was well prepared, wearing white sneakers, and stood a few steps ahead of the bricks surrounding the yellow kudzu tree. Standing right in front of him.

Three heads turned more than ten centimeters. This year, Beiyao was one meter sixty-five. By the height of two heads, he held his cheek and gently lifted his toes.

From flushing her cheeks to her ears, she closed her eyes.

The summer wind is gentle.

His time freezes.

The meniscus was hidden, and the streetlights reflected their silhouettes stacked together, and Liu Ying flew over the camphor tree, hiding in shame.

She clumsily pressed against his lips, and touched it again.

"... Is the school flower fragrant? The lips are soft or not?"

"Her waist looks so thin, has she ever held it?"

He suddenly remembered these **** words of Han Zhen's friends, his body was stiff like wood.

She was holding the teenager's cheek, and the pink cherry lips softly printed on his pale lips. Beiyao's heart beat fast.

She opened her eyes.

His eyes lightened slightly, facing his dark eyes.

Pei Chuan said, "Do you know what you are doing?"

She blushed, "I know."

Pei Chuan was stiff like a piece of steel that he didn't want to be refined. His throat moved. "You are a girl, you can't just be a relative like this."

Bei Yao: "... Oh." She said, "But there is no casual, only you."

After blinking Xing'er's eyes, she felt ashamed to overflow from her eyes. Bei Yao also began to feel uncomfortable, she should not impulse to do so.

She jumped off two poor tiles and went back to the bedroom.

Beiyao's mind was so messy that if she didn't go back, her aunt would be finished.

She only took two steps and was pulled back.

Hundred-year-old Huang Ge's branches are lush, and her back is against the tree. The young man's arms are hot. She is imprisoned between his arms and the big tree. Her face was raised, and Pei Chuan lowered her head.

The moon poked out of the cloud again, and Pei Chuan slightly separated.

He inserted his fingers into her hair.

Holding her small face, she lowered her head again.

Her world seemed to explode with fireworks, a moment of light and shadow exploded.

He was panting.

Those texts I've seen a little wake up and describe in memory.

She thought in a stunned way, it turned out that ... it was so dear?

When Bei Yao returned to the dormitory, the aunt in the dormitory had already checked.

The female dormitory also turned off the light. Bei Yao opened the door with the key. The thoughtful girls in the dormitory quietly poked their heads out of the bed.

Chen Feifei said with an air tone: "Yao Yao, aunty, we can help you hide it."

Bei Yao responded gently: "Thank you." She touched the dark and started washing. She crawled back to bed after washing, covering her little head with quilt shame.

The temperature in the quilt rose rapidly, and in the early summer night, every breath was heating up, but even if she felt uncomfortable, she should not expose her head.

She lightly touched her lips, biting her lips slightly.

Pei Chuan is so irritating.

She will hate him for a month.

Someone who kissed the girl severely and said, "Sorry, it's my fault. If you are ... angry, hit me to calm down"?

He also said, "I will go to you. Mom, I am wrong."

"Tonight," he said bitterly. "If you feel unhappy, forget it."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

So much that Beiyao couldn't say anything, and he almost cried.

How could Pei Chuan be so annoying?

She kicked him and ran away.

Deserve it!

What birthday is there? She is going to starve to death from the air pineapple that was originally used as a gift!

When a steady breathing sound came from the bedroom, Bei Yao turned on her phone and saw 00:15 on the screen. She felt even more annoyed.

sleep.

He made her forget, and she remembered what she did!

Pei Chuan stood under the tree for a night.

If she didn't understand it at first, it was his fault. Her kiss was clean, simple touch of lips and lips, but he ...

Pei Chuan leaned on Huang Geshu.

This tree does not know how many years in the sixth middle school, it was already a big tree when it was transplanted when the school was founded.

He remembered her eyes.

Confused, ignorant, happy and shy.

The eyes of a girl under seventeen were pure and clean.

He knew her at the age of four, knowing that she was not in contact with many of the opposite sex, and perhaps the boundaries of likes, favors, and trust were blurred.

But he calmed down after his crazy obsession.

Pei Chuan thought, what can he give her?

Was it a Plato love in his youth? It was a malformed marriage a few years later.

If it is in love, there are people who are more suitable and more romantic than him. If it was marriage ... he could give her nothing.

His family is not good. He even forgot how a complete family gets along, and he doesn't know how to give her the best home.

His body ... ugly.

All she saw was just the glorious strength.

She is pitiful but struggling.

He wanted to love her with everything, but he had nothing.

Without the determination to break the boat, she should not defile her and leave these memories in her heart. That way she can meet better people without burden.

At dawn, dew wetted Pei Chuan's shirt. He frowned and walked out of the No. 6 Middle School campus.

Worst of all, Beiyao was angry.

Didn't like him ... offended.

Or did he upset her?

If it's the former, she can punish him whatever she wants.

If it was the latter, and if it were the latter, she would do the best if she wanted to--give her the best love in her youth.

Even if he doesn't love him in the end, leave him. He also gave her all he had.