just met in the boy

Wu Miao's love poem, which soured Ou Xuyang's teeth, was easily selected and sent to the district for election without changing a word of the original text.Regarding this, Ou Xuyang felt somewhat displeased, after all, his teacher had revised and revised that song before finally handing it in to make up the number of chapters.However, what made his self-confidence suffer even more was that half a month later, when he heard that Wu Miao had actually won the award on the school broadcast on Friday, Ou Xuyang stared straight ahead for a long time.Then, he saw some students around him looking at him, including Cheng Youcheng and Bian Xiaojun.He heard Xu Fei congratulate Wu Miao excitedly: "You can do it! You are the only one in our class! Even Ou Xuyang didn't win the prize!"

Hmph, so what? !Ou Xuyang lowered his head, pretending to be indifferent.

"Hey, great writer, don't be discouraged." Bian Xiaojun in the front row leaned back his chair and whispered with his back to him.

"Who is frustrated! What a big deal!" Ou Xuyang rolled his eyes and argued.

"It's good that you don't get discouraged. It's my birthday next Saturday. Do you want to come and celebrate with me? May I invite you out to have fun?" Bian Xiaojun turned slightly and asked.

"Okay, I can't stop you if you want to lose money." Ou Xuyang said listlessly, and after a while, he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "Is there anything you want?"

"Come on, what I want is precious, you can buy it for me too? It's good if someone comes." Bian Xiaojun smiled.

"Yo, what's so expensive to look at? The latest iPod? It's funny, sir, I have so much money that I can't afford it!" Ou Xuyang was lying on the table, holding his head in his hands and turning the pen. This posture just happened to be able to see the front of him. Bian Xiaojun's profile made it easier to speak secretly.In fact, he said it casually, but when he finished speaking, he saw Bian Xiaojun raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he was also surprised. Could it be that what he really wanted was the latest iPod?Then suddenly there was a desire to peek into the secret, calmly pretending not to notice, deliberately stretched a lot, and said in a dragged voice: "Forget it, since you don't want anything, I can save money, just wait to get it." Go bankrupt."

"Haha, I've already said it, it's fine if someone comes!" Bian Xiaojun really didn't care about any gifts, as long as he had someone to accompany him on his birthday, he would be very happy.

Apple stores back then were only found in large shopping malls in the city center where luxury brands gathered, so when Ou Xuyang mysteriously dragged Cheng Youcheng into the mall after school that day, Cheng Youcheng looked at the mall where only a few well-dressed customers walked, Smelling the smell of perfume in the air and then looking at his school uniform, he was really confused, looked at Ou Xuyang who was holding his arm and asked, "Do you have anything to buy?"

"Yes, Yingjun's birthday is next week, I'll buy him a gift." Ou Xuyang looked at the distribution map of the store, and then pointed at the apple with a smug face, "I accidentally found out that he wants an iPod recently!"

Cheng Youcheng's eyes widened suddenly, "Do I need this as a birthday present?"

"He wants it, so of course he will give it away." Ou Xuyang said it as a matter of course, and took Cheng Youcheng into the direct elevator, looking very happy, stroking his hair and humming in front of the mirror in the elevator.On the other hand, Cheng Youcheng was very silent.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Ou Xuyang noticed it, glanced at it, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, crossed his hands on his chest, tilted his head and turned his face towards Cheng Youcheng, "Someone doesn't seem very happy ah?"

"You have never given me such an expensive gift on my birthday." Cheng Youcheng stood upright, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his displeasure was written all over his face.

"Cut, it's small." Ou Xuyang picked Cheng Youcheng's chin with his finger, and said deliberately: "Maybe I just don't want to give it away." Just at this moment, the elevator door opened, and he slid open with one step, "hahaha" When he ran out, he thought Cheng Youcheng would catch up angrily, but he ran a few steps and turned around to see that Cheng Youcheng had just stepped out of the elevator and stood there looking at him, his face was obviously darker than before.

"Ah, what's the matter, I'm just joking." Ou Xuyang had no choice but to stride back with his schoolbag, what a big deal, Beibei actually took it seriously, after thinking about it, he took out his trump card and smiled flatteringly Pulling Cheng Youcheng's hand and shaking it back and forth, his voice was soft: "I will give you whatever you want, it's just the first time I want to celebrate Yingjun's birthday to be grand. You forgot, last year at this time During the mid-term exam, you said you would make up for him next year!"

After being reminded like this, Cheng Youcheng remembered that he had indeed said so, so he was naturally a little embarrassed, and he stepped forward, feeling a little more relaxed in his heart: "You said it clearly..."

"Ah, so you also know how to be jealous?" Ou Xuyang was feeling secretly, and suddenly stopped, looked around, saw that there was no one around, and immediately hooked Beibei's neck, "baji" kissed on the cheek.

Cheng Youcheng was stunned by this unexpected kiss for a second, and a second later, the hairs all over his body exploded from fright, his face turned red, he looked around in a panic, lowered his voice and stared at Ou Xuyang, who was trembling with laughter in front of him: "Why are you so messed up?!"

"Then do you like it or not?" Ou Xuyang raised his eyebrows with a look of disdain.

Forget it, Cheng Youcheng lost his temper, and let Ou Xuyang step into the counter dignifiedly with his arms around him.

When Bian Xiaojun returned to his new home, the nanny was cooking dinner, and his stepmother was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Xiaojun is back? It's just right, go out and buy something for me." His little mother pulled a piece of paper from the refrigerator with her belly puffed out, "Auntie was supposed to go buy it, but now she's busy making dinner again. If not, please help me."

Bian Xiaojun didn't care, he threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went to his father's bedroom.When he was growing up, his father spent most of his time running around the country, and now is no exception, so the way he and his little mother usually get along is relatively simple - the little mother is lazy at home, likes nothing Looking for words, he likes to order him; and he, if he can't talk to her, try not to talk.

After changing his clothes and taking the money, he wanted to find the bank card his father had given him, but he couldn't find it. He came out in a daze, looked at his little mother who was kowtowling sunflower seeds and watching TV, and after thinking about it, he asked: "Mom, have you seen my bank card?"

"What bank card?" Mom answered absent-mindedly.

"The CCB card my dad gave me. I put it in the middle drawer of my desk."

"Oh, you said that gold card, you just put it around like that, I put it away for you." The little mother said.

"Oh, where did you put it? I need to withdraw some money today."

The little mother suddenly turned her head when she heard the words, raising her eyebrows, "What are you doing with the money?"

"Buy an iPod touch." Bian Xiaojun answered honestly.

"Ah, you really love to spend money recklessly!" The little mother blamed her with her eyes wide open, "Do you think it's easy for your father to earn money? For your food and clothing, for your education, and people are out all year round. I'm pregnant." He doesn't go home either. Can't you save some money for the family? You have to buy this and that, you are really ignorant!"

Bian Xiaojun just said a word, and his little mother can teach so much. It's really unbearable to wait for the Shanggang to go online.Forget it, he thought to himself: It's not something that must be done, and it's not worth arguing with her about it.So he sat down at the entrance and put on his shoes without answering.

"Hey, remember not to buy the wrong salt! I can't eat iodine!" Before going out, he heard his mother's voice over the music of the TV series and called out to him.

Cheng Youcheng didn't go home with Ou Xuyang that day, they said goodbye at the fork in the road after they got off the bus.

Ou Xuyang felt a little lonely walking home alone, and wanted to call Cheng Youcheng again when he couldn't keep his hands free, but thinking about how low-level it would be to stick a phone call just after saying goodbye, he had no choice but to continue walking briskly .When he entered the community, he walked to the main road where he used to part with Bian Xiaojun, changed his mind for a while, and walked silently to the tall building where Bian Xiaojun used to live.

It's been so long, why am I still not used to it?He sighed in his heart.Taking a detour, you can see the window of Bian Xiaojun's house in the past, and the familiar floor is just a dark place.

"Hey, idiot, I bought you a birthday present. It took me months of pocket money. Look how much I miss you." He raised the gift bag in his hand and shook it while talking to himself. Akira, feeling stupid again for a moment, sighed, and left resentfully.

Cheng Youcheng went home, ate, took a shower, and tonight he was going to upload his photos on social networks to participate in the photography competition "Beauty of Time" held a few days ago, that's why he didn't promise Ou Xuyang to go home together.

Just after he uploaded his work of "Four Seasons and Boys", within a few minutes, his friend "Mr.Mystery" wrote a comment on his work, "It reminds me of Vivaldi's Four Seasons."

This friend and neighbor is also an old acquaintance of his, and he often interacts with him through private messages and messages, and the interests and hobbies of the two are similar.Cheng Youcheng actually likes this friend very much, he thinks this person knows almost everything, but the book reviews and movie reviews he writes often get thousands of views and are recommended by the platform, so I think this person sent a private message to add him When they were friends, Cheng Youcheng was really pleasantly surprised.

"Mr. Fan, so you are also online. Didn't you participate this time?" Cheng Youcheng immediately sent a private message.

After a while, Mr. Mystery wrote back: "Actually, I'm not good at photography. I usually read those theories from books and online, and I can't really take pictures well."

This surprised Cheng Youcheng, "But how do you know so much about cameras? And you have written so many articles related to photography? Don't you write those articles?"

After 5 minutes, I wrote back and said: "The article was indeed written by me. The research on cameras and the theoretical knowledge of photography are actually related to my former friend. He is as obsessed with photography as you are. I see, those famous photographers recommended to you, those portfolios were actually his favorite collections back then."

Cheng Youcheng knew that the "friend" in the other party's mouth seemed to be a friend who had a deep influence on Mr. Mi. It seemed that Mr. Mi would mention this friend in his articles many times. Although it was only a few words, it would make people feel This man is truly everywhere.

"It seems that your friend is really good at astronomy and geography, and knows everything." Cheng Youcheng wrote jokingly: "Mr. Mi, I guess you are an old man over fifty years old." Right? Is that friend of yours almost out of date?"

Immediately replied and came back, "Can an old man over fifty years old type as fast as me? Can a rare person in ancient times be able to rock climbing, horseback riding, shooting, and photography? You really hold a grudge, and you are using me like this."

"Who told you to keep your own information secret?! You always mention something intentionally or unintentionally to whet my appetite!" Cheng Youcheng immediately replied and choked.

"Who told me I was Mr. Mystery? If I don't tell you, there is always a reason why I shouldn't tell you. You don't have to guess my age anymore. In the online world, it's better to have a little secret." Mr. Mi replied.

Cheng Youcheng sent another private message, but Mr. Mi didn't reply.He disappeared again.Cheng Youcheng sighed, then turned off the computer and started reading.