summer and roses

Mucha didn't go to the exhibition, but later saw a group photo of several people in Ringo's circle of friends - to be precise, a candid shot, Lingo stood at the front, smiling and rolled his eyes, and a few teenagers and girls behind were sharing food.

Lin Zhan and Meng are like Ringo's right-hand men, and they will definitely be there. There are other girls whom I don't know, who must be Ringo's good girlfriends.Cruising is also there, sitting on the farthest stool, drinking a bottle of mineral water with his head raised.But this wasn't what surprised Mu Xia the most, he was surprised to find that Xu Wenke also appeared in the group photo.

I really saw a ghost in daylight.

He squinted and zoomed back and forth countless times, and after confirming that the boy with eyes was really Xu Wenke himself, he couldn't help but leaned back, feeling very shocked.

Not to mention my previous unreliable guesses about the relationship between the two, Xu Wenke and You Yi have at least had zero interaction in the dormitory for more than a month. Not speaking is not speaking.How can they still coexist peacefully in a small group?

Familiar and unfamiliar people gather together, and Xu Wenke is the closest to You Yi.

Xu Wenke was still turning to look at him.

Still fucking laughing.

What a joke, shit.

Mucha cursed secretly, his inexplicable hatred towards Xu Wenke reached its peak.After calming down for a while, I lay back on the sofa, stared up at the ceiling, and began to regret why I didn't go.

Just because the little heart was beating in the cinema that day without knowing what to say, and then he defined this as the thumping of his heart when he was young-the four words were said softly and delicately, and most people would feel shy about it, with Inexplicable happiness.But Mucha didn't feel happy at all, and even felt a little self-loathing.

He felt that this heart was too unruly.

While struggling with the sudden nausea, a mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Muchia, call your father and tell him to remember to come back for dinner at night, and bring a bottle of vinegar when passing by the gate of the community!"

Mucha responded, checked the phone and dialed a number, which was boring.

After connecting, he finished speaking in a serious manner, like a programmed robot, listening to the same mechanical answer on the other side, he hung up the phone with his father tacitly.

The attempted cheating in the past seems to have become my mother's heart disease, no matter where Mu Xia's father went to work, she insisted on following, otherwise there would be a big scene.Those who play art are more or less a little sick. When Mu Xia's aunt said this, he didn't shy away from children. He remembered this sentence when he was young, and he deeply believed it when he grew up.

To put it bluntly, it is a very glassy heart, and it is called sensitive and fragile to the outside world.

After he made the call, he pulled a receipt from his sensitive and fragile mother, and ran over to ask if he wanted to help. The busy woman in the kitchen tugged Mucha's ears with satisfaction, and told him to go back to his room to read.

Mucha was kicked out of the three-acre land in the kitchen, at a loss for what to do, thought about turning on the computer to play Landlords.

He doesn't want to win or lose in this kind of small game, so naturally he doesn't care too much, and he is thinking about other things quickly.Parents don't like to ask him how he is doing in school, and he can't say a lot of things in his stomach, so he can only mutter to himself in his spare time.

"It's okay, the students are easy to get along with, better than the previous school." Mucha got a Wang Zhan, and continued to say to himself, "But there is a kid who is younger, and seems to be studying very early, a little I'm not sensible. I'm very conflicted, I don't know whether I should continue to care about him, and I'm afraid of causing a butterfly effect."

The computer robot on the screen conceded, and Mucha restarted the round.

"I don't think I have the ability to be responsible for a person now, and I don't want to make regrettable decisions under the stimulation of hormones. For example, easily entrusting love and trust to others, this is an extremely risky behavior." Mucha Said, "Although human emotions are rich, there is a very high probability of making mistakes. Once it is irreversible, who do I ask for compensation?"

He didn't think too much when he spoke, and he was stunned for a second after he finished speaking. It seemed that he immediately felt that he was thinking a little too much, so he went back and made amends to himself: "Frivolity does not mean impulsiveness, right? I have to think about it again." .”

You Yi is not the elder brother who lives next door, he has flesh and blood, and he knows his cards clearly.He was just teasing a little, Youyou is already facing a big enemy, if you really want to try it carefully, maybe he will understand it first.

He said, "Don't do that."

If this becomes a game, it is likely that both parties will lose in the end.

When he was still in the north last semester, Mucha's only friend of the same age, Ye Chuan, fell in love.In the spring, he worriedly drank a cigarette and said, "To put it bluntly, love is optional, there is no need to put everything into it."

Mucha thought it was right at the time, but now if he is asked to act as if nothing happened, in all fairness, he can't do it.

With a long sigh, he turned off the Doudizhu interface, leaned on the desk, and turned his head to look at a sketch he had pasted on the wall—a boy playing basketball, with a butterfly fluttering on his ankle.

Youyou, this name is really restless, and it races against time to drill into his heart.

During the seven-day National Day holiday, Mucha followed her parents back to City G under the urging of her elders.Logically speaking, this is the place he is familiar with, but Mu Xia felt uncomfortable all over. After finally returning to school, he felt a sense of relief.

He missed the evening self-study on the first day back to school, and went to the wilderness studio to attend class.

As a result, Mu Xia fell asleep after returning to school and missed the lively night chat in the dormitory—the main form was Lin Zhan and You Yi’s cross talk, and the content revolved around the resentment that he had to participate in the autumn sports meeting due to the power—the next day. The newly sent notifications are full of confusion.

"Well, what do you think, Mu Xia?" The handsome girl wearing glasses rubbed the hem of her clothes uneasily, standing in front of him with an apologetic expression, "We really have nothing to do..."

Mucha pointed to the paper titled "Registration Form for the XX Autumn Sports Meeting of Yucai Middle School", and looked at the monitor in disbelief: "No, there are at least a dozen boys in the class, why did you write my name on it?"

The implication is that this can also be determined.

It's a pity that Qi Shanshan didn't realize that the sports committee member in the class was a girl, and recently she was in the period of rebellion, fighting against the teacher every day, and all the pressure of the sports meeting was handed over to the class leader.Qi Shanshan was about to cry, the corners of his eyes were red, his voice was thin and soft, and he could hear anxiety:

"You didn't come last night. Everyone except Wei Xuejun applied for the project. Youyou also applied for three. There is no way, there are too few boys in our class! I have to apply to the Sports Department this afternoon. I really can't help it. Mucha, would you like to participate?"

Mucha: "I don't want to participate in the sports meeting."

Qi Shanshan glanced at Lin Zhan, who was winking at her as a sign of his big move.She sighed, rolled her eyes and used her trump card: "...Mr. Chen said that if you don't take the exam, you won't be enrolled in the art exam."

Mucha: "Fuck me?!"

Why do you still have this kind of operation? !He was still shocked, and You Yi, who came back from the outside, sat back in his seat sweating profusely. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he turned his head and asked Qi Shanshan: "What's the matter, monitor, are you still bothering about the sports meeting?"

Seeing him, Qi Shanshan felt as if he was grasping at straws: "Yes! There is only one 4×100 relay race missing. Meng Ran, you, Lin Zhan, and several others have to go to the field race, and there is no time to arrange it. Just abstaining from voting is sure that Mr. Chen will be scolded again, so we can't let Wei Xuejun go, he has congenital heart disease..."

Mucha next to him rolled his eyes, thinking that he was being cheated on.

"It can't be so miserable. Last year, our class could barely make up a football team with substitutes! How come this year it was reduced to a relay race with no one participating?" You Yi was startled, and sat up straight.

Qi Shanshan: "Last year, there were no liberal arts and sciences, but this year, the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining. You are almost becoming a national treasure."

I don't know if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Qi Shanshan's words. You Yi innocently counted the 12 boys in the class with his fingers. Finally, after marveling at the scarcity of male resources in the liberal arts class, his eyes rolled and fell on On Mu Xia with a black face in the back row: "Brother Xia, can we discuss something?"

Mucha: "No discussion, as soon as you call my brother, nothing good will happen."

When cruising and not smiling, the expression is three-point serious: "It's only 100 meters, can you have a sense of collective honor, and you can run to death in ten seconds?"

Mucha surrendered with both hands: "I have no strength to restrain a chicken. I'm just a scholar and I don't have anything long. Please don't do this."

At present, Cruise didn't understand whether his idioms were used correctly or not. He only heard full of helplessness and found that knowing the truth was useless, so he changed his tactics and pretended to be emotional: "I was coaxed by them last night. The registration is full, 200 meters, 1000 meters, and high jump—there will be no sports meeting next year."

Mucha's expression relaxed for a moment, but he was still stubborn: "That has nothing to do with me."

You Yi: "Will you still care about the sports meeting when you go to college, let alone? You will definitely not be able to participate in the third year of high school, just this one time. We don't care about rankings, the focus is on participating. Brother Qian doesn't care if he is excellent or not. Everyone is participating, and you are dissociated from the collective, is it appropriate?"

When he was a lobbyist, he had one set of theories, and Mu Xia reluctantly turned his head. Compared with the principles and personal feelings, he thought he was moved by You Yi's expression when he said these things.

He is crisp and neat, discusses the matter as it stands, and has a special look, high-spirited.

He likes to see such cruises.

Would doing these things make him happier?Impress yourself a little?

It doesn't seem to be very difficult.

"Okay." As soon as Mu Xia's words fell, Qi Shanshan immediately changed from cloudy to sunny. Seeing this, he quickly added conditions, "Just one relay, I won't do anything else."

"I get it, I get it, you are an artist." You Yi interrupted Qi Shanshan who was about to speak, and put a high hat on Mucha with a slap, and was thirsty after the work, took out a bottle of mineral water from the belly of the table, and drank it in a few gulps Mostly.

The artist sat on the ground and stared at him blankly the whole time, dissatisfied with the inexplicably obtained title.

After drinking the water, Youyou wiped his mouth as if thinking of something, and smiled a little badly, but he corrected his brows and eyes and added seriously: "Doraemon is also very good at drawing."

Mucha desperately felt that he would not be able to pass this hurdle in a short time.

So in order to show his anger, he painted a doraemon for 1 minute, and patted it in the hat of the cruising sweater unceremoniously - the doraemon held a small flag with semicircular eyes, and a word of motto was written on the flag ,"roll".

After doing this series of actions, Mu Xia became a little more sober, he covered his face, and after a while, he buried himself in his arms.

The suffocating fast-paced heartbeat made a comeback, and no matter how hard it was suppressed, it could not be resisted.The butterfly in my mind flew across the entire ocean, spreading the spring full of trees around the branches of the sycamore tree. Its flight trajectory was irregular, but it could turn the calm sea upside down.

Mucha counted the beating of his own heart, his eyes blinked, the tip of his nose felt sore, his limbs seemed to be soaked in that piece of sea water, following the ups and downs of the earth-shaking waves, he lost consciousness for a short time.

The class bell rang, and the classroom slowly became quiet again.He straightened up, resting his chin with one hand.

Mathematics class talks about coordinate systems and circles, and Mucha's pen is involuntarily sketching in the blank space of the exercise book.The lines simply set up a prototype, and Mucha glanced at it casually, but couldn't continue with the last few strokes.

While listening to the boring formula, he drew a small fish swimming in... happily.

He drew his name.

Mucha almost tore off that page of the exercise book, but when he looked up, it was the back of You Yi's head who was concentrating on listening to the class.As if possessed by an evil spirit, he just stared at You You in a daze - at a mole on his neck.

Scarlet red, too dazzling.

The early autumn afternoon sun shone scorchingly on the back of the boy's neck, and the cruising with his head down taking notes seemed to feel itchy, so he suddenly raised his hand and scratched his neck.He turned his head, saw Mucha who was in a daze, glanced at the stationery he spread out word by word, and took an eraser from his desk without saying hello.

Mucha bit the tip of the pen, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, and finally restrained her urge to hook his neck and kiss that mole.

Because of this, Mu Xia lost his mind for several days, and his mentality collapsed.

The ramblings that he locked in the room didn't work at all, he was as useless as the protagonists of all love at first sight scenes, he was the same person when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes.

From the vermilion mole on the back of the neck, the white teeth biting mint pearls, the full lips slightly pouted when thinking, the dripping hair tips after washing, the ankle bones exposed from under the sports trousers, the slender fingers holding the pen, And the fluttering long eyelashes have become unforgettable fragments, pieced together...his crush.

Obstruction will only make him care more and more, and his feelings will intensify.

As for those golden words of "love is optional" and "don't harm others", Mu Xia felt a little pain in the face.

He sent a message to Ye Chuan late at night, saying that he seemed to like someone, and then he deleted the words in the input box word by word.Everyone in the dormitory breathes quietly, occasionally there is a slight snoring sound, Mucha raises his hand, the bed board above his head and the metal bed frame are separated by a barrier, he seems to be in a cloud.

The feeling of "like" is too inexplicable and too persistent. After discovering something, almost all emotions point to YES.

When he came back to his senses, he lifted his stool and sat under the shade of a tree next to the playground. The "March of Athletes" from the loudspeaker above his head was deafening, and Mucha frowned impatiently.

"Want to watch the sprint?" Lin Zhan leaned into his ear and said loudly on purpose.

Mu Xia covered one ear and didn't express his opinion, but when Lin Zhan got up to cheer for someone, he quietly followed behind.His palms were sweating, and he wiped it off on the corner of his clothes, holding a bottle of water in his other hand.

After seeing clearly the cruising around the playground who was warming up, Mu Xia couldn't even lift the bottle of water.

He was wearing the black T-shirt he met when he first met him, and a pair of shorts that only reached his knees. His calf line was beautiful and smooth. When he stretched his arms, a small section of skin was exposed, and his waist could be seen behind him.

Mucha thought sinfully: "I'm sick, so I came here to be stimulated like this?"

Seeing his collapsed expression, Lin Zhan thought it was because he had no confidence in You Yi, so he quickly explained: "Xiao Yi is almost qualified to be a second-level national athlete, don't worry, he has practiced before."

Mucha: "...well."

During the preparation time, girls in other classes cheered on, but their majestic liberal arts class sent two stinky men to take care of the logistics.Mu Xia stood absent-mindedly on the side, and was about to pass by, the officer of the student union who assigned the number bibs took a list in Mu Xia's hand: "No. .”

Just as he was about to shirk his responsibility, the athlete who had been named had already looked over, his black eyes made it impossible to hide the scrambling in Mu Xia's heart, so he had to stay where he was.

"Come here." You Yi beckoned to him, and took off something around his neck.

He didn't dare to be negligent, grabbed You Yi's back, and coughed twice: "Do you want to be in front or behind?"

"It's fine." You Yi said simply.

Mucha responded, and lowered his head to help him pin the number cloth to his chest in the standing posture of two people.He was a little taller than Youyou, and when he was fiddling with the two paper clips intently, his fingers tried to avoid direct contact with Youyou, as if he could feel the other's fiery heartbeat through the skin and his sternum.

But the breath is still entangled together and cannot be separated from each other.

The paperclip pricked his hand but did not bleed, Mu Xia endured the pain, obsessive-compulsive disorder caused trouble, he smoothed the number cloth for cruising.

Suddenly something was hung around his neck, he raised his head in surprise, and smiled at him while cruising close by: "Help me take care of it, this thing is easy to hit my face when running - don't lose it."

He patted Mucha's shoulder briskly, and walked into the field.

Looking down, Muchia was holding the jade pendant hanging around his neck, with Guanyin engraved on it.Clearly, his heart should be like calm water, but standing under the sky, he couldn't find his peace no matter what.

The pricked finger felt pain after a while.

The author has something to say: International practice, the first thing to be tempted is (.

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