I wait for you to see through the scenery

That song was so intoxicating and pleasant to hear, it was another style compared to the thin and ethereal voice of the original singer.To lower the tone, just use a boy's faint smoke voice, without modification or affectation.

Moreover, when Zhou Yao looked at people at that time, he always felt that Qu Jia's eyes were narrowed when he sang, and there was a hint of charm in the corners of his eyes, which was a special attraction.

Only he can see it, and no one else can, that is the very nourishing look of a boy in love.

There was no noise during the concert, they were all dead drunk.Towards the end, the auditorium below began to commotion and came to their senses.Many people threw the red rose on the coffee table directly onto the stage, and some student fans from nearby schools bought plush bears and carried them to Qu Jia.

Qu Jia lowered his eyes and said "Thank you", and then a familiar figure flashed in front of him, which made him panic all of a sudden.

Panicked but not flustered, expressionless, staring at Zhou Yao: What are you doing?

Zhou Yao lowered the brim of his hat, didn't show his face, and pretended to be a big fan of his fan - he was a big fan in the first place.He hurried to the edge of the stage and squeezed behind another fan girl of Grandpa Jia. After the fan girl finished presenting flowers, he held the gift he had prepared and handed it over.

This was a surprise, and Qu Jia didn't know it beforehand.

Zhou Yao was also trembling in panic, and the boisterous cheers around him sounded like heckling to them both.He quickly stuffed the things into Qu Jia's hands, and said in a low voice, "Singing so well, I'm going to be 'out of breath' too." He didn't hold back his smile under the brim of his hat, he turned around and ran away in a hurry.

Qu Jia's heartbeat stopped for two seconds, and he really couldn't breathe.

……

With a sullen face, Qu Jia lowered his head to play with the gift from Zhou Yao.

In fact, it is a stuffed monkey with brown hair, chubby and cute.The little monkey is wearing clothes, and the unique thing is that he is also carrying a black, bright and cool guitar.Zhou Yao didn't buy a little monkey playing the guitar, so he bought the two toys separately, and put the model guitar on the plush monkey, which took a lot of thought.

The two boys are so vulgar and disgusting that they give each other plush toys.

Before that, he laughed at Tang Zheng for having the keychain of Chibi Maruko on his waist.

It turns out that this is the feeling of "talking about friends". This winter is really warm.

After singing, Qu Jia came down from the stage, turned around and winked in the passageway: Come on, I'll take you out to play.

Zhou Yao had been waiting in the passage for a long time, very obedient, and followed Jia Ye's footsteps.The two of them turned a corner on the second floor of the Jiejie Karaoke Hall, and found a small platform with a roof. In summer, this is the teahouse, but in winter it is closed.

The distant view of the capital is prosperous and magnificent, and the lights of the cars flow slowly along the wide streets.

The two got closer, and Zhou Yao said, "Actually, I prepared a birthday present for you a long time ago. I didn't have a chance to give it to you a few days ago. I'll give it to you today."

There were lights hidden in Qu Jia's eyes, he didn't even bother to say thank you, he turned his head to the place where Zhou Yao's earlobe and neck meet, and quickly took a warm breath.

Zhou Yao couldn't help but said: "This is the first time for me to go on stage to present flowers and presents to my idol. I can't sit down even if I buy a ticket for the concert!"

Qu Jia curled his lips: "It's like a fool."

"I'm just timid," Zhou Yao said seriously, "I'll give you a kiss if I'm brave."

Qu Jia glanced at him: "Just donate."

"I'll just gag you..." Zhou Yao sang in a broken voice, "Hugging you ohbaby—babybaby—"

Zhou Yao didn't sing so badly when he was a child, and he had a handsome voice when he was a child, otherwise he would have joined the choir.After the voice change period, the vocal cords completely collapsed, that is, kicking football and shouting on the field.

Both of them kept laughing, holding hands, hiding their hands in the sleeves of their down jackets, and clasping their fingers tightly.

The canopy blocked some of the wind, and it was still quite cold. They found a place to sit in the leeward, leaned on each other, talked and smoked a cigarette.

Qu Jia took out the gadget he gave Zhou Yao from the backpack where the plush monkey was placed, and put it in Zhou Yao's hand.

It's a chubby orange-red perfume candle, heart-shaped.But looking at the roughness, it is handmade by yourself, right?Zhou Yao stared at Qu Jia: "Yes, you?"

"I made it for you, Rose Perfume." Qu Jia glanced at it, "Express how much I want to smear your mouth."

Qu Jia was embarrassed to admit that he saw Tang Zheng receiving a similar gift, so he must have given it to Ye Xiaobai.So he also secretly bought this kind of heart-shaped candle mold at the booth of Dongdaqiao Greenhouse, hoping to please Yaoyao.

Zhou Yao held a heart-shaped candle happily, and Qu Jia lit it with a lighter.

A bright orange flame bloomed in the palm of his hand.The melted wax melted the two hearts, and they were so hot that they melted together again, making it difficult to separate.

This city is so big, the world is so big, and their corner is just such a tiny bit.

The candlelight illuminated the land in front of their feet, and the starlight shone on the shoulders of the two of them, quietly keeping a secret. At that time, their hearts were already very, very satisfied.

……

……

The school will start soon, and everything in the new semester will be formalized quickly, and the campus life in high school will be full of climaxes and prosperity.

As soon as school started, the football elective course began to engage in inter-class competitions.

Zhou Yao was wearing a snow-white jersey, with a football tucked between his elbows, standing in front of the podium to pull the youngsters, and directly called his name: "Our team, the midfielder is me, Wang Fan; behind is Xiao Mao, the goalkeeper Huanhuan; the forward , you little Jiangzi, and Jia—"

Fortunately, this is a six-a-side class game for fun, not a big game.There are only [-] boys in a class. It is not easy to get six boys out of the old, weak, sick, poor physical fitness, deep myopia, and lack of athletic talent.

Whether you can play football or not is secondary, Zhou Yao bowed respectfully and said, "You guys, as long as you can run for me on the court, that's fine."

"How long is it going to run?" Xiao Jiang was very distressed, "The first and second half were 10 minutes... Oh my god, I'm going to die, I can't run!"

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Yao said, "the weak chickens in other classes can't even run away."

Yang Huanhuan said seriously: "Yao'er, I really can't run. I, I'm panting."

"So let you guard the gate," Zhou Yao said firmly, "Why are you running? Can you block the gate for me!"

Qu Jia didn't want to talk anymore, and asked Zhou Yao with his eyes: Yaoyao, can I kick while lying down?

Their physical education teacher said that this time the sports students of the school football team were allowed to participate in grade competitions.

It is actually very unreasonable to allow all sports students to participate, and Zhou Yao is particularly displeased.This kind of game is like letting one person who is good at kicking bring the other five who can't play, how to play?Whether he works hard or not, he doesn't like it, and he loses face if he loses.

There are a lot of football masters in their grade, and the little prince of Luyin is a dumper.During the exercise between classes, a group of people were talking about it, and there was already a banker who started to bet: our grade competition, the head coach of the school team is about to appear, rubbing their hands excitedly.Which class do you think will win?

Class three has David Jonkerham.

They have Robert Zhou Yao in the second class.

There is also a class of Stoichpantsev.

The three of them are usually very aggressive and arrogant, and no one is convinced. They just wait to see how our school team's "Three Musketeers in the Frontcourt" will stretch their legs and pinch them on the court.

Then, Zhou Yao quietly went to their physical education teacher to "discuss" the competition rules.In private, he dragged the teacher to nagging and made a small report.

Qu Jia saw this while walking next to the equipment room on the playground. Anyway, Zhou Yao can speak with his mouth, and the teacher likes it.In the class, Zhou Yao can be considered a sportsman; in the football team, he is just a showman for publicity, which may be ridiculous.

In less than two days, it was time to prepare for the competition, and there was another explosion in the grade. What, the physical education teacher changed the rules again?There can only be one football student in each class's roster? !

No, in the registration lineup, there can only be one football student, and no substitutes can be made. Only one major can be selected, and the rest are rookies.

Zhou Yao took a few sticks from his class to practice on the playground, and the other classes were also there, honing their guns and grinding their lineup.

Pan Fei swung the ball towards Zhou Yao with his big foot, with itchy hatred: "Zhou Yao! You!!"

Zhou Yao raised one foot high, easily received the ball, and said happily, "Yo, my brother Fei?"

"Shameless," Pan Fei pointed at him, "Tell me, did you do it?"

Zhou Yao looked pure and innocent: "What did I do?"

Qu Jia had already silently ran behind Zhou Yao, followed the ball, dribbling back and forth: What is Pan Fei yelling, and who is he referring to?

Pan Fei scolded with a smile: "I don't think I don't know? Your second class has the least sports students, and you are the only one on the school team in your class. Tell me, did you do it?!"

Hahaha, Zhou Yao threw out a shameful smile, which was particularly awkward.

Zhou Yao said: "Stop talking nonsense, you still want to come up with three members of our team? How do you let our class play? You can choose one of the three."

Pan Fei shook his head: "I'll go, I will fight you one-on-one."

As soon as Zhou Yao heard this, he immediately turned around to greet the people in his class: "Brother Fei, you can say that he is going to play. At that time, the goalkeeper of our class does not need to ring. As long as he comes, we will use Huang Xiaoxiao for goalkeeping!"

There was a burst of laughter and booing all around the playground.

"Our class Xiaoxiao keeps the goal, I think you dare to shoot?" Zhou Yao looked arrogant, "You still dare to enter our class? Do you think Xiaoxiao dares to kill you?"

Pan Fei also shook his shoulders and ran away in fright. He turned his head from a distance and said, "I think she dared to kill me, so you are not allowed to let her go!!"

Qu Jia lowered his head and smiled, trying to hold back as much as possible, but his brows and eyes were full of emotions, and he looked at Zhou Yao again and again uncontrollably...how could he be so attractive.

Then, Zhou Yao directed Qu Jia and Xiao Jiang, two extremely amateur forwards, to practice in front of the goal, and he was responsible for feeding the ball from all angles.

Pan Fei and the rest of the class peeked and observed from a distance, watching Zhou Yao take a corner kick and then Qu Jia directly grabbed the spot and scored, and it exploded again.

"That Qu Jia in his class isn't a sports student?"

"He can be used casually? Then he is not used by most sports students?"

"The slender legs are so good at grabbing, the key is being able to carry, he grabs the ball ruthlessly, is he so ruthless that he can catch up with Liu Chunyu?"

"Damn it, you guys must be staring at Qu Jia during the game."

"..."

The inter-class ball game in the campus days is a beautiful memory full of sweat and blood, stirring youth.

The old man in their class, who is usually listless and has no sense of presence, popped up at this moment, and said slowly: "Who is that, Zhou Yao, you don't have to do it for the day, I just happened to sweep the floor and drag it for a while." Mopping the floor, you go to practice, practice..."

Who doesn't care about winning?As a result, the old man really swept the floor for them that day, and each of them took a mop strip and scratched the classroom floor, sweeping up the pile of paper scraps and sundries.The glass was not cleaned for them, and they couldn't climb up the window sill when they were too old, so they went to watch the game at a leisurely pace.

In the afternoon of the game, the seats on the side of the playground were already full, surrounded by mountains and tsunami.

They played a small six-a-side field, so they used half of the official field, changed the position of the goal, and turned the field upside down.This venue is very informal, there is no auditorium, but there are really a lot of spectators, people from all grades are standing around this venue!

Qu Jia kept his head down and buried his face, not looking at anyone.

Zhou Yao walked beside: "Are you nervous?"

"No." Qu Jia's mouth moved, "There are too many people..."

There were really too many people, and most of them were girls from their grade and junior high school.Some called "Qiong Qiong", some called "Yao'er", and some called "Jiajia", this is terrible!

Qu Jia would never be embarrassed if he was called "so handsome" when singing on the platform, he has long been detached and calm, the man is already handsome, and he feels very cool about himself.It's his first time to play football, and he wasn't that good at it. A group of fan girls who don't know whether they are fans or fans came, and he wanted to leave as soon as he turned around.

He didn't play this kind of game in school, he never participated in group activities before.The teacher and class leaders all know his face, and they don't like to look for him in group activities, except for the occasional karaoke party.

"It's as if you don't have any clothes on." Qu Jia muttered in a low voice.

"Who's not wearing clothes?" Zhou Yao looked up and down Qu Jia, who was also wearing a white jersey.

The jerseys and trousers of his class were bought by six teammates in the Dongdaqiao shed. They were made of very cheap nylon material, which was thin and would seep through when the wind hit.

When it is attached to the body, it is so obvious that everything seems to be exposed.It was as if he suddenly stripped off his clothes, exposing him to everyone...

If it wasn't for Zhou Yao, he wouldn't show up.

Really, it was for Zhou Yao.I want to stand on a middle circle arc with Yaoyao, fight side by side, and run together in the sunset.He intuitively felt that Zhou Yao would like him more like this, and he also hoped that Yao would like him.The two were able to sweat on the playground together and hit the track side by side.Why give up this opportunity to others?

Zhou Yao deliberately squatted down to help Qu Jia check the leg guards and shoelaces: "Okay."

A few people in the class enthusiastically clapped each other to encourage each other, cheers all around!Come on Ermao!Little Jiang, come on!Come on Jiajia!

When Qu Jia clapped hands with his teammates and hugged their heads, his blood became hot, and he was suddenly very excited.Many things are just that he is not used to it, and it is difficult to step out for the first time.He's introverted, he's actually quite shy.

"Why do your underpants seem to be short?" Zhou Yao glanced at him before going on stage.

"No, you have short legs." Qu Jiali asked back, looking forward.

Qu Jia's trousers always seemed to show more flesh than others, and then Xiao Jiangzi made it clear: "Oh, Qu Jia's thighs are longer than ours, so his thighs are exposed a lot!"

Of course, the captain of the team is Robert Zhou Yao, the core midfielder of the school team, and David Jonkerham, the right winger of the school team, stepped out of the opposing camp.Who else can referees besides their school team coaches.

The three of them are all acquaintances, and they get together to have fun with each other, just for fun, friendship comes first.Zhou Yao and Ren Qiong hugged their heads and touched their faces affectionately, and then the referee tossed a coin.

The referee signaled Ren Qiong: "You go first, you pick."

Ren Qiong pointed and picked a door.Zhou Yao shook his head and led his teammates, let's kick off.

Zhou Yao was standing in the middle circle to tee off, and the person standing next to him was Xiao Jiang's lean chicken thief guy, not Qu Jia.

A minute ago, he was still swaying with Ren Qiong, but now he looked serious, communicating back and forth with his eyes, and making secret gestures in the distance.

The audience didn't have time to shout, and they didn't get into the mood. They didn't expect Xiao Jiang to kick off the first kick.This kid was not good at kicking at all, so he was so frightened that he moved his ankle to Zhou Yao with trembling hands.Zhou Yao took aim long ago, and made a precise big-footed long pass that directly hit the opponent's frontcourt penalty area!

The peripheral audience let out a sigh of relief, huh? ?

Qu Jia was not in the middle circle, and had already rushed to the penalty area. The moment Zhou Yao kicked, he was offside.

Anyone who understands the ball understands that some girls start screaming without seeing where the ball is.

The idea of ​​anti-offside was taught by Zhou Yao, otherwise Qu Jia would not know how to use tactics.I have practiced in private, the ball arrives, the opponent has no defenders in front of the goal, and the defenders are stupid and still chasing behind.The goalie hasn't warmed up yet.Qu Jia carried it on his shoulders, and the ball was lightly touched by his toes, and it was just a blind kick. Following the arc of Zhou Yao's kick, it went smoothly...the ball went in.

The people around were dumbfounded, only Zhou Yao was confident, and raised his hands in advance, just in such a tacit understanding.

Qu Jia turned around in a daze, with a perplexed expression on his face: Hey, is it me?Did I just score a goal?

In less than 15 seconds from the kick-off, Qu Jia and Zhou Yao jointly created a history of the school's ball game: the record for the fastest goal.

Ren Qiong also looked dumbfounded, and stood still without moving: "I'll go...fuck...Yaoer, you, have you fucked?"

"Jia!" Zhou Yao burst into the brightest smile under the sun, and suddenly roared, "Jia, you are amazing!!!"

This can be regarded as the first official match between the two of them fighting side by side.The two of them have also been playing football together for many years.

Qu Jia followed the radiant direction and looked at Zhou Yao, not quite believing it.It seems that for a moment, many things that were uncertain, hesitant, and scattered on the ground despite the lack of interest in these years, quietly picked up on him in a place where others could not see.

They ran toward each other in the setting sun, laughing so hard that their chests banged together.Lips touched the slightly sweaty forehead, and gave the other party a hug representing appreciation and trust.