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"Why?"

In the dormitory, Xu Fei and Chen Zhengyu went out to wash up together. Wang Peng turned his head and looked at Jiang Yan. He had been holding the winding drawing in his hand for a long time, "Why didn't you say it?"

Jiang Xuan's expression was the same as usual, Wang Peng couldn't see what he was thinking at all, so he didn't look at it at all, and continued to play the game with his head down, when he heard Jiang Xuan say, "There is nothing to say."

"No," Wang Peng put down his phone and pointed at the door of the dormitory, "I thought it was just that one time, but that little bitch picked on you last week, so you tell me, or else there's nothing wrong with you." What happened in the morning... what did the class teacher say to you?"

Jiang Xuan pursed his lips, not knowing whether he listened to him or not, he kept silent, and slowly rubbed his thumb against the edge of the small photo frame.

After a long while, he said: "I didn't expect him to tell the teacher, he was just thinking about the accident, and didn't listen carefully to what she said."

Wang Peng: "..."

He slapped his thigh, stood up with a "chuckle", stopped when he was about to lift his foot, and looked back at Jiang Xuan with an impatient face: "No, the more I think about it, the more I feel uncomfortable, and I won't get rid of my pain if I don't beat the little girl up." Hate, how old are you going to sue the teacher? Is it disgusting?"

Jiang Thrush: "Yes."

Wang Peng's eyes widened slightly: "Cut him?"

Jiang Xuan finally glanced at him as if waking up from a dream, and asked, "What?"

"I said cut..." Wang Peng stopped talking before he finished speaking, stared at Jiang Xuan's erratic eyes, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

"I said cut him, why are you blushing?"

Jiang Xuan quickly raised his hand to touch his face, but he didn't feel it was hot, but even if it was hot, he didn't care too much now, because his heart had been beating wildly for a day, and there was no tendency to relieve it at all.

Opening and closing eyes is Cheng Hong.

The coiled portrait in his hand was like an electric blanket, and his hands were hot from the hot air, drowning him along with the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart.

He wanted to put the photo frame down, but he was reluctant to put it down.

Jiang Xuan cleared his throat, sat up straight and looked at the puzzled Wang Peng: "I'll ask you."

Wang Peng was at a loss: "Huh?"

"You said the political teacher...is he single?" Jiang Xuan and Wang Peng were stunned as soon as the words came out.

The latter was dazzled by his nonsensical questions and hadn't reacted yet.But Jiang Xuan himself was different.

Because at that moment, he felt as if his heart had been gently scratched.

It's not uncomfortable, but the itching is unbearable.

"Not only that," Wang Peng replied at this time, squinting his eyes as if remembering, "Didn't I see a man in the cafeteria last time? There seems to be a braid on the back of his head. He should be her man." Friends."

Jiang Xuan was stunned for two seconds, "How did you see it?"

Wang Peng was even more at a loss. He scratched his head, racked his brains for a while and said, "I don't know. The two of them feel that a man and a woman are about the same age. They are talking and laughing, and they look like a good match." Come on. Why are you asking this?"

match?

"It's nothing." Jiang Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at the slippers on his feet. When they were in the dormitory, they were all dressed casually, with long sleeves and trousers, and they could go to bed at any time. "Go on and play."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the dormitory was opened, Xu Fei and Chen Zhengyu appeared at the door one after the other, with a strange expression when they came in, as if they had encountered something strange.

Both of them couldn't hide things, Jiang Xuan felt that something was wrong when he raised his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Chen Zhengyu was behind, covered the door with his hands back, frowned and said, "There is someone at the door."

Wang Peng didn't pay much attention to it: "Who is it? It's so late and you're staying overnight, and the lights are turned off in 5 minutes."

"It seems to be Li Shiyu." Xu Fei said, "I saw him just after I came out of the bathroom. He has been wandering around our dormitory and the door of their dormitory. Did he look for you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xuan stood up, and Wang Peng also put down his cell phone.

The two looked at each other and wanted to go together.

The little girl subconsciously shrank her shoulders when she saw the door of the 201 dormitory open.

When Jiang Xuan came out, he happened to meet his timid eyes, and suddenly felt a burst of irritability.

Wang Peng followed behind him. He was not surprised when he saw the little girl. He closed the dormitory door and whistled.

"Yo."

The little girl took two steps back, lowered her head and said, "I'm looking for Jiang Xuan."

Jiang Xuan looked at him and said nothing, thinking that after the flag-raising ceremony today, he was called to the office by the head teacher, and chatted for a long time around the topic of "creating a good living environment and relationship with classmates". He originally planned to do a single-choice practice paper for a series of essays, but he couldn't make it after she called him away.

I'm not in a good mood recently, I don't want to see silly.

But Wang Peng didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he leaned against the door frame, folded his hands on his chest, and said frivolously, "Who are you looking for? Jiang Xuan? Why don't you just come in and wait to be invited?"

The little girl took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at Jiang Xuan and said, "I'm sorry."

Wang Peng choked for a moment: "Huh?"

"I'm sorry, classmate Jiang Xuan," Xiao Niangpao slumped her shoulders, "I was wrong that day and misunderstood you. I'm here to apologize to you today."

Jiang Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked coldly: "When?"

The entrance of the dormitory or the corridor of the teaching building?

He has always had a bad temper. Although others can't see his reaction, they always think that he doesn't care about anything. His indifferent expression not only refuses to communicate with outsiders, but also refuses their gaze.

But that's someone else after all.

What he thinks in his own heart, he will have a spectrum in his heart for everyone and everything that happens around him.

It's just divided into whether you want to care about it or not.

And unfortunately, he was in a bad mood today, and he really wanted to argue with the little bitch who hit the gun.

The little girl is probably quite stressed, in front of her are two people who are very difficult to mess with at first glance, and behind her is the grade director who called him away and talked with her all afternoon.

The exam students and sports special students in the attached middle school have always been in the same boat. Compared with ordinary students, these special students are more likely to cause trouble, and they must be involved in every friction.Fortunately, they are not too crazy, they still have the bottom line they should have, and they bow their heads when they know that their skills are not as good as others.But there are always some extremes.So in the entire attached middle school, Ti Te has always been a relatively sensitive existence.The teacher doesn't want to provoke them, and doesn't like to see them.

According to the grade director, if Xiao Niangpao can't handle this entanglement well, between the first grade student with excellent academic performance and a sports student, he may have to choose the former.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, the little girl took another breath, let it out slowly, and said dejectedly: "I was wrong that time in the teaching building and the time in the corridor, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he bowed.

Jiang Xuan's frown still didn't loosen. He looked down at the top of the girl's head, but he was already supercilious, and even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

So much so that when Wang Peng behind him saw something was wrong and pushed him, he realized that the little girl had been bowing for a long time.

Jiang Xuan's vision gradually became clearer, and he said "I got it" before returning to the house.

When he was sitting on the chair, Wang Peng had already closed the door, and was still complaining: "Or stop apologizing and continue tearing up. The kind of apology that is yin and yang and inexplicable, really wants to blow the dog's head."

Xu Fei and Chen Zhengyu, who had been listening in the corner for a long time, laughed for a long time.

Jiang Thrush got up early on Tuesday morning.

Although he gets up very early every day, basically before six o'clock, it is already very early.The reason why it is said to be early in the morning is because it was not five o'clock when he got up.

Twenty-two at four.

Originally, he wanted to turn over and sleep again, but when he felt something bad happened, he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

He rubbed his head almost angrily, and sat up straight away.

If he was still sleepy 2 minutes ago, he is now sober enough to give himself a set of test papers.

The snoring in the dormitory kept coming and going, and last night the four of them chatted for most of the night in the dormitory—three of them chatted, and Jiang Xuan just closed his eyes and listened.So today everyone except Jiang Xuan slept soundly, so no one heard him getting out of bed and taking the basin and laundry detergent from the cabinet. As soon as the dormitory door opened and closed, people walked out unsteadily.

Coincidentally, as soon as he entered the bathroom, he bumped into a student who woke up from urinating to go to the bathroom.

Jiang Xuan was inexplicably nervous, subconsciously bent down to cover, the water basin moved down his waist, and his whole body was almost pressed against the wall by the door.

Fortunately, this classmate was sleepy, and he saw a figure in a hazy moment. He didn't even lift his head, and ran past Jiang Xuan while bending over and trembling, and went back to the dormitory to hurry up and go to bed.

Hearing the sound of the dormitory door closing, Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The window of the washroom was open, and gusts of cold wind poured in. Jiang Xuan, wearing thin trousers and long sleeves, purposely stood by the window to wash his underwear, and soon lowered the flag.

The other three were still asleep when they returned to the dormitory. Jiang Xuan put the water basin back, and went to the balcony with his wrung underwear.

Each dormitory has its own small balcony, separated from the sleeping and activity space by a wall with curtains, and the air conditioner is on the right-hand wall.

Jiang Xuan opened the curtains a gap that he could pass through, then opened the balcony door, and stepped in in a flash.

When doing this series of actions, he kept frowning, as if what he was about to face was not as simple as drying clothes, but an additional math problem.

Standing tall and cheap, he didn't even need to take the clothes rail. As soon as he raised his hand, he took off the underwear that was drying at this time yesterday from the clothes hanger, and then hung up the freshly washed ones.

After finishing all this, he was not in a hurry to go back, but took two steps to the window, looking at the new white streak in the distant sky.

He looked at it and couldn't help but think of Cheng Hong that night.

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The atmosphere was very tense for a while, and the two people under the street lamp stood facing each other for a long time, neither of them moved first.

Seeing Cheng Lang's expression change from surprise to disbelief and then to bewilderment, Jiang Xuan was completely dazed.

He seemed to have been given a body-holding technique, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Hong's for a moment, and his heart was full of panic, anxiety and... tension that only he knew.

Why panic, why anxiety, why nervous.

I don't know this.

Anyway, as long as Cheng Hong moves now, he can immediately jump up and turn around and run, and his speed is definitely much faster than the girl in white skirt who is being chased by a leopard and wants syrup urgently.

He was probably dazed, he didn't know why he turned around suddenly just now.

Do you want to say something?

He didn't want to speak at all, and he didn't know what to say.

Cheng Hong in front of him suddenly looked handsome, layers of gentle warm light cast a thick halo around him.

For some reason, Cheng Lang shone in his eyes.

Thoughts that had flashed through my mind and had great staying power resurfaced.

——I want to be like this all the time.

——I want to be with Cheng Lang.

——If I can see this person from any angle I look at, then I will feel at ease wherever I go and what I do.

Too many words were stuck in his throat, and Jiang Xuan suddenly wanted to be caught by something at that moment. He clearly knew that he was still in place, still in this body, but he couldn't control his body to move closer to Cheng Hong.

Cheng Lang's lips were as soft as he made them feel.

But then Jiang Xuan began to feel uneasy.

How to do.

I actually kissed Cheng Hong.

i kissed...who?

Cheng Lang? !The person in front of him is Cheng Hong.

Who is Cheng Lang?

Cheng Lang is my friend, and I regard him as my most special friend.

Cheng Lang is my aunt's neighbor.

Cheng Lang is 26 and I am eighteen.

...Cheng Lang is a man.Me too.

I dare not look at him anymore, I am afraid to see his resistance and disgust.

But I can't move.

"Jiang Xuan." At this moment, Cheng Lang glanced at it.

Jiang Xuan shook his whole body, and immediately heard the calmness and restraint in his voice.

He has called his name countless times, only this time, he wanted to run away when he heard it.

Jiang Xuan's heart was beating wildly, but he maintained an impenetrable calm on the outside. He quietly waited for Cheng Hong's next words.

He dared not guess what he was going to say.

Then Cheng Lang said, "It's snowing."

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Jiang Xuan turned his head instantly and looked around.

At some point, the snow that would only fall in the middle of the night had already begun to fall.

The snowflakes fluttered, sporadic at the beginning, and tended to increase within a few seconds.

Jiang Xuan was still at a loss, but suddenly felt a warmth in his neck.

It turned out that at some point, Cheng Hong had already taken off his scarf and wrapped it around his neck.

Jiang Xuan opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the person in front of him adjusting his scarf with lowered eyes.The scarf contains his temperature and the faint smell of his perfume. The fabric is soft and smooth, and the fine wool stitches are tightly stitched. When it is wrapped around the neck, it is like the warm water in a bathtub.

Cheng Lang's expression was the same as usual, and there was no change in such a short period of time.

He raised his hand and patted Jiang Xuan's head. After taking off the scarf around his neck, the neckline was pressed flat, revealing the thin knitted sweater inside.The collar of the white shirt was neatly draped over the collar of the sweater, revealing only a section of the thin white neck and the beautifully curved bulge of the throat.

— This man is like a distant work of art.

Any more, and it will be wiped out in the dust.

"I'll send it here," Cheng Yan said flatly, "Go back quickly, it's snowing heavily, and I'm going back too."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Xuan stood in place and watched his back gradually being hidden by the night, and he didn't recover for a long time.

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