Squad leader

The countdown time on the blackboard jumped slowly, and it was March in a blink of an eye.

2017 is the year of the reform of the Shandong college entrance examination. The Shandong volume was cancelled, and only Chinese and mathematics remained in the position of the Shandong volume.

The whole country one volume is characterized by its strong flexibility. To put it bluntly, even if you have memorized the book, you will not know it.

Adhering to the principle of increasing the difficulty of practice, all the template questions for the national exam in the next semester will be difficult for each other. The teacher makes difficult for the teacher, the teacher makes difficult for the students, and the students make difficult for the teacher.Endless cycle, do not seek the same life, but seek the same end.

The teacher couldn't understand the questions he had posed, and even told the students that the history created by the students themselves made it difficult for the teacher to score points.

In short, as a human being, no one is kind.

Jiang Tian faintly felt that Ding Yang was covered with a layer of hostility. Different from the pressure and impetuosity shared by everyone, he seemed more anxious, even irritable. Zhang Lei made a joke intentionally or unintentionally. He was so angry that he almost jumped up and told Zhang Lei fights.

Lao An brought the two of them to the office. He has been teaching for 20 years and has seen all kinds of turmoil. Naturally, he understands the huge pressure on the students at this time.He didn't say anything, he calmed down his emotions with earnest words, saw the two of them nodding to admit their mistake, and put them back without any embarrassment.

The pressure of the college entrance examination is pressing, Jiang Tian knows that Ding Yang is serious, and his time is not enough. Ordinary students only need to concentrate on staring at a lot of exams, but Ding Yang is different. He is still facing Shandong. The provincial physical examination, the college entrance examination for physical education students.

Ding Yang and Zhang Lei walked slowly along the stairs to the classroom without talking to anyone.

Ding Yang looked irritably at all the students in the corridor who were standing and squatting and reciting their books in strange postures, feeling extremely annoyed.

Zhang Lei is also a heartless and open-minded person. He doesn't use his brain when he speaks. Although he is joking, this matter is his problem in the final analysis, "Ding Yang, that is my fault. I shouldn't be joking."

Ding Yang was fidgeting with his hair. When handing out the test papers, Ding Yang's grades were not satisfactory. Zhang Lei joked to adjust the atmosphere and said, "If you don't pass the exam, go home and farm." The momentum of the sleeves fighting, it is too reckless to think about it.

"It's okay, I have a bad temper, you take it easy, it won't happen in the future."

Seeing the two of them being dragged into the office with stinky faces, and basically having warm glances when they came back, Jiang Tian was relieved.

Ding Yang knew that Jiang Tian would not like the almost fight, so he lied on the table and tickled him, "Squad leader, I didn't mean it, I knew I was wrong."

Jiang Tian sighed, looked at him with an aggrieved face, "You study first, I have corrected the questions for you, you can do it again and check with me later, do it patiently, don't think about anything else, don't think about anything , Just think about the topic, and do one is one, if you don’t know it, let me.”

Looking at Ding Yang's bloodshot eyes, Jiang Tian couldn't help feeling a little distressed. His current training volume has almost doubled, and he refused to reduce the amount of questions he did. He gritted his teeth and kept up with the progress every day, and his cheeks lost a little bit. Sometimes I get dazed when I wash by the sink.

"You don't need to worry about anything, I have everything, and the squad leader will cover you."

As smart as Jiang Tian, ​​how could he not know his current collapsed state.

Ding Yang looked at the neatly arranged papers on the table, pinched his thigh and started to work on the questions with force.

Jiang Tian rubbed the stubble on the left side of Ding Yang's head, and said softly, "Everything is mine."

It's the last big break before the first model. In this high-pressure atmosphere, only after school can there be a moment of hustle and bustle.

There were a lot more people in the class who stayed for self-study after school. After school ended at 03:30, there were still more than a dozen people in the classroom at almost five o'clock.

They are a small group of people, Zhang Lei's family is far away, and the first to leave. Zhang Mengyao's family is strictly controlled and must go home before seven o'clock. I went to the office with the paper and didn't know when I would come back.

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, Zhang Mengyao couldn't wait any longer, so she carried her schoolbag on her back and left with her luggage.

For some reason, I suddenly felt bad. Although the two of them are only sitting at the same table now, Zhou Yuwen will take the initiative to explain the questions to her, organize her homework and test sites during her training, and give her some little things that are empty on the table from time to time. Add new flavors of candy to the candy box.

She used to envy the class monitor's good temper, and his unconditional tolerance towards Ding Yang, a devil in the world. Later, she found that it was a kind of desire, and also the hope of being treated like a girl.

But it's been too long, and everyone calls her "King Kong Barbie". Even she herself feels that she is invincible, and she can't imitate a shy little girl.

Therefore, they deserve to be unworthy of being loved.

Zhang Mengyao looked down at her toes, smiled wryly, and cursed secretly: "Fuck it, I don't care about it!" She jumped down two flights of steps in a very chic way, and returned home with great vigor.

Suddenly, the luggage in his hand was snatched from behind.

"weekly……"

Zhou Yuwen was in a bit of a panic after him, panting for breath, he didn't even zip up his jacket, "Zhou what Zhou, don't you remember my name?"

"Fart! Zhou Mathematics, why are you here?"

"I'm going home, I'm on my way!"

After finishing speaking, she carried Zhang Mengyao's luggage and walked ahead without turning her head.

"Hey, slow down, what are you doing with my luggage?!"

Zhang Mengyao made a gesture to snatch it back, but Zhou Yuwen rejected her action decisively in a flash, "I'm willing to give it to you, and I won't give you a lecture after snatching it again!"

"Hey! Who did you learn from and still threaten people?!"

"Go, if you don't go, there will be no car."

"Wait for me!" Zhang Mengyao chased after her with a smile on her lips.

Zhang Mengyao's car was difficult to wait for, the two of them waited at the bus station for a long time but no car came, and one of them finally didn't stop because it was full.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the sky is getting darker.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people at the station, Zhang Mengyao held his breath and asked, "Zhou Yuwen, which bus are you taking?"

"Route 18."

Zhang Mengyao was taken aback, "I have passed the 18th road several times..."

Zhou Yuwen pushed Zhang Mengyao with an unnatural expression, "Your car is here, get in the car and go home, remember to send me a message to confirm safety when you get home."

Zhang Mengyao got into the car with her luggage and was surrounded by the crowd, "What is Zhou Yuwen doing, obviously the 18th road has passed..."

Zhang Mengyao suddenly wanted to bite off her own tongue, why is she so clueless!

In the crowded carriage, the windows were covered with fog. She gently wiped the window glass, and watched Zhou Yuwen's eyes staring at her blurred figure in the carriage. After getting on, Zhang Mengyao suddenly smiled, and waved to Zhou Yuwen through the car window, mouthing "goodbye".

Zhou Yuwen cleared his throat in a cover-up manner, and looked away with slightly hot cheeks.

Until [-] o'clock in the evening, Ding Yang drove Jiang Tian home by bicycle. He originally made an appointment to study together on Saturday, but Jiang Tian refused.

"There is something at home, you can rest at home, don't get too horny, see you at school on Sunday, remember to call me if you have anything to do."

Although they see each other every day at school, they dare not be blatantly intimate. The only time the two can count on their intimacy is after self-study every night and on Saturdays with Ding Yang. They didn't even want to talk, so they fell asleep when they leaned against each other, and Saturday was left after all the calculations.

Ding Yang was a bit reluctant, but still nodded. He also wanted to find a time to adjust his state. His mood is too unstable recently. First, the difficulty of the exam has increased sharply, and second, the physical exam is approaching.The pressure was put together, and several times he felt that he could hardly hold on.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ding Yang and Grandpa Ding finished talking on the phone. Ding Lu happened to be there, and they said a few words in a neither salty nor light way. Don't forget to sarcasm and sarcasm, don't stay up all night until you misread the title and make Ding Yang jump in anger.

Ding Yang was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and took out his Chinese textbook and began to recite classical Chinese to explain.

He glanced at his watch and felt that he must be crazy. He used the good vacation to study. These days, the third year of high school can definitely be called the last stroke of his life. Ding Yang felt that such a passionate and hard-working day could be recorded in the annals of history.

He took out his little notebook, glanced at the grades he sorted out every time, secretly gritted his teeth and began to chew on the hardcover handwritten knowledge points sent by Jiang Tian. So irritable.

I don't know when I fell asleep. Ding Yang woke up at eleven o'clock in the morning, and suddenly felt restless. Why did he sleep for so long? !

He hurriedly put on his clothes, and slapped his thigh, "That's right, the squad leader won't be here today."

He dawdled and slumped back to the bed, seeing that the phone was full of spam text messages, and there was no message from Jiang Tian for a day, and he was a little disappointed.

Drowsily fell asleep again.

Until returning to school on Sunday morning, Ding Yang was in a state of being lost. He obviously slept for a long time but his spirit was very bad.

Jiang Tian felt something was wrong when Ding Yang came to pick him up in the morning, "Let me ride the bike, you sit in the back and rest for a while."

Ding Yang didn't refute anything, and sat obediently in the back seat, rubbing his legs against Jiang Tian's calf, hanging behind Jiang Tian like a puppet.

Seeing Ding Yang's uneasy state, Jiang Tian didn't force him to study. During the break, he rubbed Te's head and asked, "What's wrong with our Yangyang? Have you met a little monster that you can't beat?"

Ding Yang buried his head in Stitch, "No, I'm just a little tired."

If he was in a bad mood in the past, he would usually go to the teacher to find it bad, or go to an Internet cafe to play games all night, but now he digests it a little bit by himself.

In the past, Jiang Tian always said that he was naive, but in the past half a year or so, that little overlord who fights and fights has his own goals and moves forward step by step.

He wants to show off, he wants to go to Beijing with Jiang Tian, ​​he wants his brother and his parents to see that he can get into a good university and become their pride, even if they never care about him, even Throw him alone to J City, a small broken city.

He wants to be better.

But if he grows too fast, he will be tired, and he will fall when he hits a roadblock. He also wants to stop and rest for a while, but time does not allow it.

In the evening, Ding Yang sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with a toast in his mouth, reciting classical Chinese while suppressing his irritability. He only had to test one or two sentences for a long essay, but the students had to memorize and write it down verbatim.

Due to his personality, he doesn't pay much attention to the minutiae, and always makes mistakes in dictation.

After taking a shower, Jiang Tian squatted beside the bed with a basin of hot water, and very naturally pushed Ding Yang's feet into the water.

The moment he touched the hot water, Ding Yang trembled all over.

"I, I'll do it myself, Brother Tian, ​​you don't have to wash it for me!"

Jiang Tian took a look at him, continued his hand movements, and couldn't help but stuff his feet into the foot-washing water with just the right temperature, "You recite your books carefully, and I'll wash them for you."

"No, no, it's too much."

From childhood to adulthood, no one has bathed him or washed his feet except when he didn't remember anything. Human script is a particularly sensitive place, and Jiang Tian has always been the person Ding Yang holds in his hands. How can you do such a job.

Ding Yang was warmed by Jiang Tian holding the hot water, his whole body was tense and he didn't dare to move.

Jiang Tian touched the calluses on his feet, and said distressedly: "Why are there so many calluses?"

"It's just from training, it's fine, it doesn't hurt." Ding Yang moved his toes dexterously, showing the flexibility of his feet.

Jiang Tian pressed down on the hard calluses on the soles of his feet. He was already very thin, and the skin and flesh on his feet were even thinner. Hold up a road.

Jiang Tian never asked about Ding Yang's training situation, and Ding Yang didn't say anything. He subconsciously felt that it was all routine daily training. It was nothing more than running and connecting physical fitness. Passing the screening of the single-plank bridge, unconsciously, the movements of the hands softened a bit.

Ding Yang didn't even bother to memorize the book anymore. Seeing Jiang Tian squatting in front of him and washing his feet earnestly, with indescribable feelings in his heart, he suddenly felt that the depression and hardship of these days could pass away. At the end of his desperate journey, If there is someone waiting for him to walk with him, he is not afraid of failure, and he will not fail!

It is rare these days to have a really relaxed smile, "Squad leader, have you seen that advertisement?"

"The little duck swam, swam, swam ashore?"

"That's right, that's the advertisement for the mother washing her feet."

Jiang Tian looked at his smiling face, "Then I'm different, I'm a boyfriend washing feet." He rested his chin on Ding Yang's knee, "How about my skills, boyfriend?"

Ding Yang threw away the book in his hand, picked him up and gave him a bread-flavored kiss.

Jiang Tian struggled, "I still have water in my hand, water for washing my feet!"

Ding Yang didn't let go, "It's okay, my feet don't stink."

The temperature in the room was high, and Jiang Tian put on Ding Yang's short-sleeved round-neck T-shirt after taking a bath. When washing Ding Yang's feet, he was afraid of getting water, so he pulled the collar back a few minutes, and Ding Yang looked at the back of Jiang Tian's neck. There was a mass of black handwriting, as if it had been accidentally applied by a gel pen, and the edges were still a little red. He reached out and touched it, and Jiang Tian bounced off reflexively like an electric shock.

Ding Yang was surprised: "What is that?"

Jiang Tian's face was a little reddish, "Go and pour water first, I will tell you later."

When Ding Yang threw the basin in the bathroom and went back to the bedroom, Jiang Tian had already taken off his T-shirt, leaving only a pair of light blue underpants all over his body. The delicate bones were covered with a thin layer of muscles. It looks a little pale and thin in the light.

At this moment, he is facing Ding Yang with his bare back. In the middle of his shoulders, which is almost the second section of the spine along the back of his neck, he has a tattoo of a capital letter Y, which is a simple and delicate artistic style. The traces are very new, probably made yesterday, no wonder Ding Yang bounced back in pain when he touched him.

Ding Yang gently hugged him from behind, carefully avoiding the tattooed clerk, his eyes suddenly became moist, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, what are you doing..."

Jiang Tian held his hand, "I didn't do anything, I suddenly wanted to leave a souvenir on my body."

"But……"

The significance of tattoos is too great, once the upper body is a lifetime, imprinted in the skin.Some people like to print each other’s photo or name on their bodies when they are in love. If it lasts forever, tattoos are a kind of testimony, but once they part ways, it will be a stain left on their body. They would rather bear the pain and change it into all kinds of weird skeletons Or the devil doesn't want to have anything to do with each other.

Jiang Tianwen was on the spine.

Anyone who has studied biology knows that the spine is as important as the brain, but for Jiang Tian, ​​the spine is more important than the brain. Whether a person's brain is smart or not can be made up for through acquired efforts, but the spine is related to dignity, and he would rather bend than bend. He put Ding Yang in the A position as important as one's own dignity.

Ding Yang gently kissed the protruding knuckles on the back of his neck, a little choked up, "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately, this pattern is simple and it didn't take long to finish."

Ding Yang turned around, "You usually look smart, why are you so stupid, why are you getting a tattoo, it will be a scar if you have to wash it later."

Jiang Tian shook his head, "I don't plan to wash it, I want to keep it for the rest of my life."

Ding Yang held him tightly in his arms, "Don't do this in the future, it hurts me to see it."

Jiang Tian patted him on the back and comforted him, "It really doesn't hurt." He stroked Ding Yangqingpi's head, "This time we made a pair, one on your head and one on my back."

For a moment, Ding Yang wanted to open the gate, and the negative emotions of these days suddenly burst out.

People have to have something to vent. He used to fight and fight games. The louder the noise, the better. I wish the whole world would watch him and be unhappy with him, but when he really met Kaner, he cried very softly. .

Jiang Tian patiently patted his quilt to comfort him, "Cry, cry, cry when you feel uncomfortable, don't hold back, I'm here."

Ding Yang sniffed, "Squad leader, am I really cowardly?"

"I'm not an outsider, it's not cowardly for you to cry for me."

With tears in his eyes, Ding Yang threw him down on the bed sheet, and was afraid of rubbing the tattoo on his back, so he rolled over and lay down on the bed, stroking Jiang Tian's slender neck with both hands, and licking his lips warmly.

Jiang Tian held his face in his hands, pushed up the little broken hair on his forehead, and kissed away his tears little by little, "No matter how hard it is, let's carry it together."

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