Hearing this, Peng Xiaochuan suddenly became anxious, and asked, "What makes you want to sing for him?"

Yang Can looked at him, and he continued: "You started learning to play the guitar when you were 13 years old, and you wanted to form your own band since you were a child. Can't let you continue to sing? Do you have to meet that person?"

Yang Can felt that he had misunderstood him, and just as he was about to speak, Peng Xiaochuan said even louder: "Is the person who makes you want to sing for him so important? If you meet him, you have to drag him to talk to him." Do you live together? Do you sleep in the same bed?" He thought of the scenes of living together with Yang Can, the way Yang Can hugged the guitar and sang to comfort him, and thought that Yang Can would treat others in the same way in the future. The anxiety intensified, and he said angrily: "Go and sing to him alone, I will never listen to it again!"

Seeing that he lost his temper suddenly, Yang Can stood up: "Peng Xiaochuan?"

Peng Xiaochuan didn't want to talk to Yang Can any more, and said angrily, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" Then he turned and left the classroom.

Peng Xiaochuan strode back to the dormitory with his head buried, and pushed open the door of the dormitory, startling all the roommates.Seeing his dark face, An An asked, "Xiaochuan, are you in a bad mood?"

Peng Xiaochuan categorically denied it: "No!" He sat down on the chair, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he felt, and he finally admitted a little: "A little bit."

He raised his eyes and saw the water bottle that Yang Can gave him on the table, remembering that Yang Can had always been so kind to him, but he got angry at him for no reason.Do you want to apologize to Yang Can?To be honest, he was reluctant for the time being, and Peng Xiaochuan sighed: "Oh——"

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it rained for a week, the temperature dropped, and the feeling of autumn became stronger.Yang Can is going home to take the written exam for bank recruitment in early November, and has recently started reviewing.That night, he was working hard at the desk, when the night wind came in from the window, blowing his body cold, so he wanted to turn over a long-sleeved shirt and put it on.

Yang Can opened the wardrobe door on the side where the autumn and winter clothes were opened, and took a shirt casually. There were two shirts stacked on the hanger. Yang Can took one away, and there was one left. That white shirt was not his own, but Peng Xiaochuan's.

When Peng Xiaochuan lived here before, the clothes of the two of them were mixed together. This dress was probably covered by the outer layer of clothes, so it was left behind.Yang Can suddenly thought of something, and hung up the shirt in his hand again, covering it over Peng Xiaochuan's white shirt.

Yang Can still remembers a time when Peng Xiaochuan talked about the girl he had a crush on in middle school. Because of his timidity, he hadn't said a word to her for three years. The most daring thing he did was to sneak in when there was no one in the teacher's office. , flipped to that girl's weekly diary, and put my own notebook on top of hers.

At that time, Yang Can felt that he was stupid and cowardly, and he didn't have the courage to confess, so he could only quietly use this trivial matter to gain a little joy of spiritual victory.Only now did he understand that in a secret love that he knew was hopeless, it was very precious and satisfying to have an unknown opportunity to create a little self-comforting fantasy.The way these two shirts are stacked together looks like he is hugging him.

Yang Can recalled the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, wondering why Peng Xiaochuan suddenly lost his temper with him, was it because his frustrating words willing to succumb to reality disappointed him, made him feel that he was no longer worthy of his admiring eyes?In his heart, he may have been an omnipotent role model, but he is not such a powerful person, and he will also be powerless, helpless, selfish, and jealous.

I don't know how far that guy and Song Ying have progressed. No matter how hard he tries, it may be difficult for a good girl like Song Ying to fall in love with him.But knowing that there is nothing to be done is what makes this love even more precious. Even if the ending is unsatisfactory, it can still leave some unforgettable memories without regrets for years to recall, although the person who occupies his memory is not himself.

Yang Can closed the wardrobe door.

In October, autumn is bright and crisp, and the school's annual physical examination is also held at this time.Because there is no physical education class in the junior year, the class leader informed everyone that they can choose any time this month when there is no class to go to the East Gymnasium to participate in the physical examination.Peng Xiaochuan received the notice on Monday morning, and it happened that get out of class ended early on Monday afternoon, so he went directly to the East Gymnasium after class.

He first tested small items such as grip strength and lung capacity, and finally came to the sidelines of the track and field, put down his books and water bottles, and began to warm up for the 1000-meter run.This used to be a daunting project for him. Before, he would be exhausted every time he ran it, and he never failed.But this time Peng Xiaochuan was a little swollen, and he didn't pay attention to the 1000 meters at all, which was only a quarter of his daily training volume.

The teacher blew the whistle, and a group of twelve people started running at the same time. Peng Xiaochuan ran in the forefront all the way, and when he approached the finish line, he overtook a few people, and finally won the No.1 of the whole group easily, with a full score.

After the run, everyone gathered around the teacher to take turns to register the results. The teacher boasted to Peng Xiaochuan, the precious full-score competitor: "Young man can do it! I haven't seen a few people who have run with a full score this day. Now you guys All the college students are too lack of exercise, they just know how to play games in the dormitory all day, no way!"

It was the first time for Peng Xiaochuan to experience the feeling of taking the lead in a sports event that has always been weak, and being praised by this teacher again, his sense of accomplishment was overflowing.Speaking of which, thanks to Yang Can's hands-on help to change himself half a year ago, he was able to become No.1 in the whole group from that little weak chicken who was panting after running for tens of meters.

Peng Xiaochuan wanted to share this good news with Yang Can, so that he could see his achievements. It would be great if he could hear a few more compliments from him. After contacting, I didn't even apologize for my apology. Now I'm asking for compliments all of a sudden, isn't it too thick-skinned.

Or why not take this opportunity to make up with Yang Can?

Peng Xiaochuan was thinking this, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and planned to go to the track and field to get his water bottle and books.At this time, he suddenly heard a crisp sound not far away, and then a boy shouted: "Whose kettle is this? Sorry!"

Peng Xiaochuan looked over and saw that the boy was picking up a transparent water bottle from the ground. It was the one Yang Can gave him. He was startled and rushed to snatch it. The water inside was oozing through the crack, and his hands were wet.

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