The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On September 2009, 09, the autumnal equinox was cloudy

Suddenly and suddenly

Evenly divided

half enthusiastic

half melancholy

Beilu's body has recovered very well, and he will go to the hospital for a reexamination every other month, and there is basically no problem.

The color of the scar on the chest is also slowly changing, but it is not visible to the naked eye.

He went to school to report from the first day of March.

March is also the first month of spring, and everything begins to recover its original desire from the winter languor.

Wearing a light gray coat and a black scarf, Hokuriku strolled around the campus in early spring.

The sun in spring is always lazier than people, always hiding in thick clouds.

The pale yellow light followed Hokuriku's footsteps, illuminating his slender legs straight.

From time to time, students in training uniforms lined up and walked with their heads held high.

The military academies are indeed different from those in the local area, and the faces of the students are full of youthful enthusiasm.

The side passage leading to the teaching building is covered with dead leaves that decay in winter, but the spring breeze passes by sadly, trying to take away the depression of the place.

Hokuriku stopped for a while at the gate of the Military Basic Medical College.

The studies in the first semester of the second year of high school became more and more heavy, and Hokuriku spent less and less time reading extracurricular books.

Yanhe also had less and less time to sleep in class. This was not because of his high level of ideological consciousness, but because of the strictness of the class teacher, which made him angry.

On the right side of the blackboard is written how long it is until the college entrance examination, which has no meaning to Yan He, and is basically invisible to Xu Lai.

However, it was useful to Hokuriku, he thought that the time on the blackboard had come to an end.

Will Yanhe flow through his world like this wantonly, will his overflowing breath overwhelm his breath?

Until Yan He asked Bei Lu what he most wanted to do in the future, Bei Lu thought about it for a class but couldn't figure it out.

During the class break, Beilu said to a set of papers, "I envy doctors the most, but I can't be a doctor. I can't get used to life and death."

When Hokuriku said this, his tone was casual, but his face was covered with gloom.

Yan He looked at his lonely profile, and remembered that on a rainy night before, Bei Lu also told him in the same tone.

"When my mother finally died, I closed her eyes for her."

At that time, the dark night covered his expression, and it should probably be the same as the sentence just now.

The sunlight outside the window penetrated through the gaps between the magnolia trees, casting a deeper darkness on Hokuriku's face.

Yanhe looked at the Beilu he had never experienced together with some distress.

"Then I will become a doctor, the kind of person you envy most."

Beilu paused when he was writing on the paper. He originally wanted to write his name, but accidentally wrote Yanhe.

"Give me your paper." Bei Lu gave Yanhe the paper he had finished, and pulled over the blank paper that he hadn't had time to copy.

Beilu thought it was a joke, but who knew that Yanhe took it seriously.

He also stumbled and stumbled on this miserable road very seriously.

Hokuriku stood at the gate of the Basic Medical College for a long time until the bell for class rang.

He walked slowly towards the classroom.

Although Hokuriku doesn't usually talk much, he can talk for a long time about what he is good at.

University classrooms are basically stepped, unlike high school where two people have to sit so close to each other.

When Hokuriku just entered the classroom, all the girls in the class were amazed.Hokuriku's whole body revealed a melancholy and indifferent temperament. A pair of slender legs stepped up to the podium in two steps. The height of the steps made his figure even more erect.He casually took off the scarf around his neck, revealing his slender neck.The hem of the black turtleneck just covered his Adam's apple.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was looming.

"Hello students, I'm Hokuriku." He wrote his name on the black blackboard with chalk as he spoke.

The white hands looked extraordinarily clean against the black background.

He looks like he stepped out of a cartoon.Sitting in the back row, Xiaomi didn't care to flip through the book. She took out the drawing paper and began to draw on the paper.She can hand in her drawings tonight.She had been suffering from not having a good image before, and Hokuriku saved her.

Although she is a student of the Political Science Institute, painting is her lifelong pursuit.

It's just that you can't take your mobile phone in class. They are very strict. Not only are there pickets, but there are also 360-degree cameras with no dead ends. Once found, they will take screenshots and report criticism.

Otherwise, she would have taken a picture with her mobile phone and sent it to Moments. After all, other people's ideological and political teachers are a bit Mediterranean, but hers is so eye-catching.

Be sure to take a sneak shot during class.Xiaomi thought to himself.

Beilu has always been immune to girls' gazes, or in other words, he only feels Yanhe's gazes.

The electronic teacher helped him open the courseware, but found that the courseware was only five short pages.

"You can do whatever you want in my class. Don't worry about me. If you don't understand, you can ask repeatedly."

The first half of Bei Lu's words were said by Yan He, who said that this is what his imagined teacher should be like.

Hokuriku stood on the podium and said plainly, although there was a picket behind him, and the face of the picket seemed to turn black.But he talked about his class on his own.

He talks about China's development but doesn't follow the scriptures, although he has nothing to say at all.But the angle he cuts in is very novel. Whenever he sees the confused look in their eyes, he will pause and ask, "What is it that I don't understand?"

The voice was slow and full of magical charm. The students listened to the whole class without being distracted.Even the picket teacher was fascinated.

The only one who didn't listen was probably Xiaomi who had been hiding in the corner and drawing.

During the break between classes, Hokuriku did not stop for a class, and felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.

He walked past the window seating area of ​​the podium and sat on a chair to rest.

He closed his eyes and meditated.

The noise of the students in the first few rows could be heard next to my ears.

For example, which girl in the class is beautiful, which girl next door has a nice voice... and so on.

However, Yan He about Sheng Feiran came to mind in Beilu's mind.

After the division of subjects in the first semester of the second year of high school.

Sheng Feiran went to the liberal arts class, and was separated from them by a long corridor.

But she often takes a detour and passes through the corridor of Hokuriku's class.

Every time I pass by, there will always be boys who will hook their heads to pursue that figure.

Once when Yan He was on duty, he was sweeping the corridor, and when Sheng Feiran passed by him, Yan He suddenly stopped her.Sheng Feiran's eyes instantly burst into light.

She thought he had seen the letter she had stuffed in his book.Unexpectedly, Yan He approached her in a low voice and said, "Hey, your pants."

Before Sheng Feiran could react, Yan He gave her the school uniform he had thrown on the windowsill.

Sheng Feiran's face turned red.

He picked up the sweat-stained clothes, tied them around his waist, and ran away.

There was a lot of booing in the classroom behind him.

"Get lost!" Yan He raised the mop and wanted to hit the group of guys with hooked heads.

Hokuriku was wearing earphones, the noise in the classroom made his pen fall down, and he didn't know how to drop it.

He tore up the page he just wrote, crumpled it up, and started writing again. The English he usually writes is fluent and beautiful, but that time his writing was like Chinese characters.

The pen is strong.

Even in that class, Yan He was called out to answer questions by the old man, and Bei Lu didn't bother to pay attention to his hand that kept pulling his clothes.

Yan He was fined to stand for a class.

After finally waiting for get out of class to end, he hurried back to his seat.

"Beilu, you can't even answer that question." Yan Hexin is really big enough that the universe can hold it.

Beilu looked at the hand that was holding his arm, and deliberately pulled him away.

"I don't want to answer because I think your hands dragged the floor and didn't wash it." Hokuriku continued to flip through the books for the next class.

"I've washed it. If you don't believe me, you can smell it." Yan He thought he was really angry that he dragged him without washing his hands, so he stretched out his hand and insisted on him smelling it.

Unexpectedly, Hokuri dodges too quickly, and the one who didn't pay attention fell to the ground, and even Yanhe, who was trying to pull him, fell down by inertia.

The messy books piled up by Xu Lai behind him all fell on Yan He.

"Woc! Xu Lai, you bastard, you're finished." Xu Lai, who hadn't woken up yet, was dragged over by Yan He and beat him up before he knew what was going on.

The moment Bei Lu rushed over to help him block the book, the sour taste in his heart disappeared without a trace.

After he fell down, he subconsciously supported Yan He's hot chest, where the fiery heartbeat overwhelmed all the dark clouds in this world.

His eyes are like the summer sky.

After the four-hour class in Hokuriku, everyone was in high spirits.

In the past, they were eager for the teacher to say goodbye, but when Hokuriku said that the class was over, the students in the class sighed like "ah".

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of Hokuriku's mouth.

"This is the first cause effect for you, and you will get used to it in the future."

A bold girl stood up and asked questions.

"Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?"

The whole class burst into amazed applause, after all, this is the question everyone wants to ask.

Hokuriku had already packed up his things and was about to lift his feet and leave.

Hearing this question, he stood still.

The voice said clearly, "I have someone I like!"

"That must be beautiful!?"

Hokuriku didn't answer her directly, but there was a smile on his mouth that didn't appear in the whole class.

The thin lips were slightly parted, and the voice was extremely devout.

"he's good!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the classroom with the regretful voice of the students.

Days come and years go.

Yan He moved him with all the mundane things that could not be better.

After class, Xiaomi ran back to the dormitory in a panic, and quickly passed his drawing to Yan Nian for revision.

Yan Nian, who was still working on the manuscript, accepted the file from Xiaomi on the computer with a ding dong.

Her eyes lit up, and her whole brain was blinded.It was as if eyes accustomed to the dark night suddenly couldn't adapt to the light in front of them.

Hokuriku! ?

She hurriedly called Xiaomi. Although Xiaomi was a student, the two of them met at a comic exhibition. Because of their mutual love, they quickly became good friends.

"Hello! Do you have a photo of him?" Yan Nian asked directly as soon as he got on the phone.

Xiaomi just finished class and wondered how she knew that the painting was based on a real person.

Although after her processing and beautification, there are still some discrepancies with Beilu, but Yan Nian can still recognize that this is Beilu.

Hokuriku from the next door!

"No." Xiaomi replied truthfully, "He walked too fast after class, and I didn't have time."

Yan Nian figured it out later, she asked about Xiaomi's class schedule, and decided to attend Cengtang class next time.

But Yan Nian thought in his heart, should he tell his own brother? !

Hokuriku continued to stroll around the campus after class. He only had these few class hours today. Everyone in the office was busy with their own affairs, except for greeting each other when they met each other in the morning.

The rest are basically buried in their own workstations, either by changing the manuscript or changing the courseware.

He thought it would be more suitable for him to wander around the campus.

Yan He is also very busy these days, and he doesn't come back many times. Most of them are spent in the hospital, and the occasional messages are sent by him in his busy schedule.

After getting drunk that day, there seemed to be some changes between the two of them, but there seemed to be no changes.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

It's just that there are some things that take root and sprout, and they are always peaceful before they break the ground. They will cover the earth illuminated by the sun, and suddenly one day they will be torn apart.

From then on, even if the floating life is fleeting, you can live forever!