summer and roses

Lin Zhan should be the most popular person in every class: he has a gentle personality, shows good upbringing in every gesture, and his white shirt is neatly buttoned. , Ask people to add a dozen or twenty points in their hearts.

He talked a lot. It took about 5 minutes to walk from the boulevard to the dormitory. Lin Zhan went from gossiping among several liberal arts classes in No. 3 Middle School to the Badminton World Championships that just ended this year.Mucha was happy to hear it, and if he cooperates with him to say a few more words, he can happily ramble on by himself for another [-] minutes.

Mucha likes to get along with this kind of person, it's not tiring, and he doesn't have to bother to speculate, just be a nodding acquaintance, which is very good.

There is one dormitory building for male and female students in the No. [-] Middle School. Because the school is in the urban area, there are several buses at the door. It is very convenient for students living in the city to go home, so naturally they would not choose to live in the dormitory.As for the students who live in the school, apart from the students who are out of the city and too far away, there are also parents like Mu Xia who can't take care of them, and it's a pity to go home alone.

He learned from the conversation that Lin Zhan's accommodation was also due to the busy work of his parents this semester, so he immediately found a new common ground and felt a lot closer to him.After taking the assigned mattress and pillow, Lin Zhan came over to take a look, and smiled with a row of small white teeth: "What a coincidence, we are roommates!"

Mucha and him are a couple, they both live in 303, and they also laughed immediately: "What a coincidence, it must be because we are both new here."

Lin Zhan nodded inscrutably, and went upstairs with him holding a stack of heavy quilts.Climbing the stairs was tiring, only the third floor, but the two teenagers were out of breath and speechless. It wasn't until standing outside the door of Room 303 that Mucha heaved a sigh of relief: "Why are you so tired climbing the stairs?"

Lin Zhan: "Maybe it's because there are so many high-level steps—what a weird design."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the dormitory opened from the inside, and the two of them blocked the door tightly in a daze outside, and no one thought of turning sideways for a moment.

The person who came out raised his head slightly and said, "Excuse me."

Mucha seemed to have been awakened suddenly, and hurriedly backed out of the space, the man said "thank you" again, and strode away.His black T-shirt quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty and deep corridor, the sound was loud and thick, making people feel overwhelmed.

Looking in the direction where the black T-shirt disappeared, Mucha was sure that he saw the bright eyes of that person.

"Muchia, what are you doing in a daze, come in quickly." Lin Zhan greeted him from inside, and Mucha responded, no longer caring about the eyes in the black T-shirt, and pushed the door in with the quilt in his arms.

The dormitory is a four-person room, but it is designed with bunk beds, which is different from the bunk beds in Mucha's previous school.There is a balcony on the side facing the window, and there are two huge iron cabinets on one side of the French windows, and four sets of desks and chairs are placed neatly between the bed and the cabinets. It looks crowded.

Lin Zhan found his place along the number of the bed, on the upper berth on the right, while Mucha was on the lower berth on the left, drawing a diagonal line with him.

He put his things on the bed, sat down first, and planned to rest for a while before talking.

Right now the other two roommates are not here, Mucha sits on the edge of the bed in a daze, his thoughts wandering and remembering the black T-shirt again.

He felt that the other party should be his roommate, and he was sweating, afraid that there would be conflicts in the future. His impression of black T-shirts was mediocre, and he couldn't tell the good from the bad. I'm afraid he would only be able to draw a conclusion if he talked more in the future.

"Muchia!" Lin Zhan called him from the upper bunk, "Can you pass the quilt for me?"

"Ah, good." He stood up, lifted up the things that Lin Zhan had put on the back of the chair, turned around and began to tidy up his own bunk, so that he could sleep if he tidied up earlier.

Lin Zhan patted the pillow and said, "I'll take you to eat on the second floor of the cafeteria later in the evening. The big pot of rice on the first floor is not good. If you eat it, you will be full of hatred for our school. It's okay to go out to eat." , there is a Mala Tang at the door, the taste is particularly good, but if you want to take it into the classroom, you have to hide from the teacher—"

Mucha said: "I can do it, don't choose."

Lin Zhan smiled at him, with a helpless expression, as if he felt that this person was not "not picky", but "make do".

Being docile is not the same as being easy-going. The latter shows some good self-restraint, at least making people feel comfortable at any time.The former is a little less moderate, and occasionally the listener will be a little unspeakably upset.

Obviously, Unlike other transfer students, Mucha can easily get along with the "natives".

Since Lin Zhan made such a head start, it was inconvenient to escape temporarily.He dutifully acted as a guide, took Mucha out of the back door of the school, and bought the legendary Mala Tang.

When the class introduced himself, Mu Xia didn't talk much, and Lucky Cat finished everything else, saying that he was a classmate from out of town, how far he was from, and the next province was still thousands of miles away, so there was no language.Lin Zhan consciously spoke the common language of the country with him. When choosing the taste, he noticed that the other party did not add spice.

This is very embarrassing, after all, the natives rarely do not eat chili, and the local cuisine is also famous for its heavy taste.

When the two bowls are placed together, Mucha's "not spicy, not hot" is very abrupt.He sat down to eat without paying attention, and praised the freshness of the ingredients and the flavor of the broth.

Watching him eat, Lin Zhan only felt a little distressed - he couldn't appreciate the highest level of food, and he felt sad for him just thinking about it.

Evening self-study students in No. [-] Middle School also have to go to school until nine o'clock, and those who live in the dormitory have to stay in the classroom for an extra hour.

In contrast, the evening self-study in the previous high school was a bit inferior. Mucha and Lin Zhan got stuck and returned to the classroom. When they saw the enthusiastic study atmosphere inside, they couldn't help but smacked their teeth, secretly staggered. At this point, we can see that the classroom is full of people——

Wait a minute, it doesn't seem so neat either.

Mucha wandered back to his seat, but there was no one in front of him, and the math exercise book was half-opened, and he hadn't finished writing it yet.He lay on the table and thought absently, that brother Yan probably forgot to make up his homework this afternoon.

Lucky Cat talked gaudyly, as if their class was full of top students who were devoted to Qingbei, and before Mu Xia felt a sense of crisis, a negative example of being late for class and failing to hand in homework appeared, as if he didn't even prepare for evening self-study come on.According to the empirical routine, this kind of person is either not an ordinary academic master, or an ordinary academic scumbag.

The so-called extremes must be reversed, and those who have capital and domineering in key high schools will never be social talents who only collect protection fees.

Mucha guessed the first person who was interested in the new school, opened the Chinese book, read all the narrative texts as novels, and took out a pencil from the pencil case without interest.

He only thought for a while, then flipped through a page of blank homework paper, and started to paint and draw.

This is his habit. When he has nothing to do, he draws two sketches. Anyway, at this point, he has never attended class or assigned homework, so he doesn't know what other people are busy with.Mucha didn't like to preview, so he stuffed the brand new textbooks into the belly of the desk. The desk was clean, and there was only one pen and one homework book.

The prototype of the desk was quickly outlined on the light yellow paper, and Mucha drew whatever he saw. When he looked up, the math workbook spread out in front of him was particularly arrogant.

The surroundings were so quiet that the rustling of writing, breathing, and whispered conversations could be heard.On the podium, the teacher who watched the evening self-study was immersed in a book, and did not hear these noises in his ears. Mucha bit the tip of the pen, carefully looked at the masterpiece he had just finished, and then scored 80 points next to it.

"It's not bad." He said to himself, "It looks like a thing, and I haven't forgotten the basic skills."

The boy sitting in the front right and having a small talk with Brother Yan at the front desk is reading an e-sports magazine under the English book, holding back a smile from time to time;

Lin Zhan, a handsome young man in a white shirt, is facing the window, resting his chin with one hand, thinking about something, frowning slightly;

A female classmate came to the podium and asked a question that the teacher couldn't do. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, with a handsome profile, wearing a pair of glasses.

……Quite good looking.

Mucha suddenly thought, and then looked at her a few more times, the pencil drew a hazy outline on the paper, the strokes were scribbled, but it could be seen that the expression was moving, if it was more detailed, it might make people think.

It's a pity that he stopped writing and leaned back in his chair.

Sleepy, Mu Xia's eyes were pierced by the light of the chandelier on the ceiling when he raised his head. After closing it, several blue lights danced in the field of vision, like distant stars in the Milky Way, twinkling, blooming, and then disappearing.

Mucha opened her eyes and thought: "It's also beautiful."

He touched his schoolbag and found a hard-shell box in the interlayer. After thinking for a while, he took it out and hid it in his trouser pocket. Then he got up as if nothing happened, slipped out of the classroom through the back door, and went straight to the bathroom with a strong purpose.

The lighter twirled around at the fingertips. When Mucha passed the corridor, he looked at another quiet teaching building. The fourth floor was brightly lit. I heard that it was the third year of senior high school. Every day was like a war.

And he still has time to find an empty corner to smoke a cigarette to wake up. The classroom during evening self-study—even the whole teaching building—is too quiet, and the warm sleepy bugs in the air are flying around, making him drowsy every day .

One of the lights outside the men's room was broken, and only the dim yellow half was illuminated.When Mucha entered, the sound of footsteps was empty, almost all the compartments were open, he looked at the ceiling, there was no monitoring.

"Probably top students wouldn't do this." Mucha thought, leaning against the clean wall relaxedly, and took out the cigarette case.

From the laptop-sized window on the top, there was a gloomy light leaking, and the night in this city was foggy, and the moon was rarely seen.Mucha was smoking a cigarette, and after the red light flashed, he blinked and took a deep breath.

The mint flavor filled his mouth, making him shiver involuntarily.His new cigarettes, I heard that the puffballs smoked vigorously, but I didn't expect it to be so exciting. I choked my throat at the first puff. Mucha wiped away the physical tears that welled up, and the red light of the cigarette butts reflected in his eyes, enjoying the rare moment of the day. loneliness.

Occasionally, the tap water dripping from the unscrewed faucet outside hit the sink, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

The smoke burned to the end, and Mucha stood by the trash can to flick off the last bit of ash.He was about to go out, but the door was pushed open suddenly, and a figure walked in very oppressively.

"Has it been discovered?" This was his first thought, "Surveillance must have been secretly installed somewhere!"

Then the man approached, his figure was slender, but he was immature, and he could tell at a glance that he was a student.Mucha heaved a sigh of relief, put the lighter into his trouser pocket, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

He took a step, the light above his head cast a line of light and shadow on the ground, the Chu River and Han boundary, the man stepped on it, the black T-shirt seemed to absorb all the light, reflecting his dark eyes, looking at Mu Xia.

This time he saw the man's face clearly.

Mucha thought: "He is very handsome."

The lighting in the men’s restroom is strangely similar to Rembrandt’s style, highlighting the facial features just right: the eye sockets are deep, the eyeballs are also dark in color, so dark that no emotion can be seen, the edges and corners of the jaw have not yet formed a clear line, and the cheeks are also dark. There is no sharp outline, and there is still room for growth. Everything looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

He froze on the spot and didn't move, feeling that he might run away, so he took a few steps to the side.

"Hey that." The other person suddenly opened his mouth, as if hesitant. It took a long time to see that Mucha hadn't left before he asked, "Did you smoke here just now? Borrow a lighter."

Mucha almost couldn't hold back his laughter, he handed over the lighter, and the man was leaning against the wall in the cubicle.

With one foot in the halo and the other in the darkness, half of his face reflected the distant light outside the window, like a carefully laid out painting.Instinctively, Mucha couldn't look away.

When the smoke rose, Mucha smelled a sweet smell not far away, he asked: "What is this, it smells like sugar."

"Sweet." He motioned to Mucha for the cigarette he held between his fingers, "Excuse me—you are a new transfer from our class, I seem to have a little impression, live...um, 303?"

Mucha nodded, thinking that there should be a self-introduction here, so he said, "My name is Mucha."

"Oh." The man was smoking a cigarette, speaking vaguely, his voice was softer than his appearance, more like a student, he reported his name casually, it was a very happy word, "cruising."

It's fine, it suits him.Mucha thought so, and nodded again.

You Yi smoked quietly, breathed thinly, and exhaled two mouthfuls of white air, only to find that Mucha next to him hadn't left.He scanned his body left and right, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, later..." Mucha said with difficulty, "How about I wait for you to go back to the classroom."

These words sounded weird, but You You didn't think much about it, and after saying "Oh", he turned his head and continued to smoke in silence.That sweet smell permeated the limited space, Mucha felt the drowsiness that had been driven away after being smoked until his eyes burned, and the drowsiness that had just been driven away came back again, and he was getting more and more intense, thinking that this person would be better off eating candy than smoking.

After all, he didn't say it, and when he was not familiar with him, he left three points of leeway, so as not to meet each other in the future, Mu Xia still understands this point.He took out his phone and looked at it, and there was a text message from his mother, asking him how his first day at the new school was.

Mucha replied "It's okay", it doesn't matter whether the other party can remember that it's still late study time after receiving it.

There is no good news left.Since the fourth grade of elementary school, transferring schools has been a common occurrence for him, and he is not very interested in making friends with his classmates and teachers. In addition, Mu Xia looks easy-going most of the time, there are few people who really want to get along with him. Scared away, he has almost no friends of the same age.

After two years of studying in junior high school, he managed to be stable for two years. He passed the high school exam, and at that stage, he gained his only friend of the same age, Ye Chuan. In the end, because of the heavy workload and another transfer, it seemed a foregone conclusion that Mu Xia and him would drift away.

He put his mobile phone back into his trouser pocket, Youyou finished smoking a cigarette, stretched his waist, and said, "Let's go, don't you want to go back to the classroom?"

"You're not going back?" Mucha reflexively said.

You Yi glanced at him with a half-smile, as if the question was strange, and then said, "Go back as you please."

Mucha was confused.

It wasn't until a long time later that they got to know each other well that he heard from others that You You had an appointment that night. He was abruptly dismissed by this abrupt question, and went back to the classroom with him, and took the first complete self-study session in history.

But Mucha didn't know anything at that time, just like their encounter was ordinary, like two leaves returning to their roots in the same spring—coincidentally, but a little bit destined.