famine

It’s just that this excitement didn’t last long. There was laughter and noise from the stairwell in the corridor. The voices were a few little girls. They seemed to be old friends who hadn’t seen each other for more than ten days , at the moment, bouncing up the stairs one flight of stairs and discussing the latest knowledge, seeing him standing at the door when Jiang Xuan and his class passed by, and waved to him enthusiastically.

"Xueba, you are the first to arrive, so amazing!"

Jiang Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't think there was anything serious about it.

"Does Xueba keep a lot of winter vacation homework in your class? Our class left 35, and I heard they said that your class left 48?" Another little girl chirped.

"Yeah." Jiang Xuan nodded to the little girls with a dull face, not knowing whether he wanted to answer or not, and then walked into the class with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

Before sitting in his seat, he wiped his desk and chair three times, inside and out, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back, there was noise in the class, and the people who arrived were Da Xiong and Xu Fei.

Xu Fei probably sat down immediately after entering the door, but belatedly realized that the tables and chairs were covered with a thin layer of dust and jumped up again. When Jiang Xuan entered the door, he saw that his back and school uniform pants were covered with dust. , reaching for a wet wipe from the plastic bag he had left on the table.

"Hey, hey, Xu Fei, take one for me too, I forgot to wipe it too... eh?" Da Xiong turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan, "Where did you go just now?"

Xu Fei put the wet tissue on the table and wiped it without raising his head, saying, "You can't handle it yourself? Don't you have long hands or a broken leg?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw a person standing next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Xu Fei looked up and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he was about to touch Jiang Xuan's face with a sound of "Ouch".

"Why are you so skinny?" Xu Fei's eyes widened, "Learn to learn? No, Dongzi, you will have to sit outside the wall of the attached middle school if you take the exam any further..."

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, but before he opened his mouth, the big bear next to him also groaned and slapped his thigh, "Really! I feel a lot thinner! My weight jumped by three figures during the winter vacation. Why do you still lose weight?" Thin? Are you ashamed of the pile of chicken, duck and fish?"

Jiang Xuan thought that it was not so exaggerated, but subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and didn't feel that there was much less flesh on it—it wasn't much at first, but he did feel a little empty when he put on his school uniform this morning. On the way from the taxi to the class, the wind kept pouring under the clothes.

"Are you sick?" Big Bear asked.

For this reason, Jiang Xuan went to the lying equipment room after morning self-study, and measured himself with the scale at the door of the equipment room. After seeing the value displayed on it, he was also stunned.

Wang Peng smiled at the side with his pockets in his pocket, and said with an expression of "you believe it now", "The political teacher was shocked, why are you still so persistent?"

They met Lu Yanlin in the corridor just now.

Jiang Xuan was really surprised. If it is normal to be thin, it is not normal for him to lose eight catties without doing anything.

As a boy of this age, Jiang Xuan's weight has always been very standard. It can be said that he will not gain weight by eating anything, and that value has been moving within a certain range. He basically seldom cares about these.

But... why didn't Cheng Hong mention it to him?

Can't Cheng Lang see that I've lost weight?

Maybe we are together every day, but it is not as good as seeing people in school after a long time, so the changes are more obvious.

Jiang Xuan thought so in his heart.

"Are you okay?" Wang Peng watched him staring at the monitor for a long time without speaking. He didn't know why he felt a little strange. He leaned over and stood face to face with him, his facial expression was very tangled, "Tell me the truth, did you grow up?" I'm old, I'm mature, I'm getting better, I know beauty, so how about losing weight?"

Jiang Xuan ignored him with a stern face, and walked around him to the direction of the class.

This is the beginning of intensive study, but surprisingly, the daily learning tasks have not increased with the approach of the college entrance examination, and the teachers of various subjects have also changed from the initial anxiety to the machines that are now numbly holding the red pen to correct the papers , I have said everything that should be said so many times, and the students who know how to work hard have also started to work hard, and it is a waste of time to say more.

When school was over on Friday, the monitor of the class next door knocked on the window and told Jiang Xuan who was sitting under the window that the head teacher was looking for you.

Jiang Xuan knew what she was going to talk to him about, so he was not in a hurry, packed his schoolbag slowly, and walked downstairs.

Every time a teacher asks him, he is not very active.

The class teacher's words were similar to what he thought in his mind. He also asked him if he was sick, told him not to relax in his studies, and asked him about his family situation cryptically.

Jiang Xuan answered each question pickily. When he was released, it was just beginning to get dark, and Cheng Hong was standing on the familiar brick in the green belt.

Some scattered students around went out, Jiang Xuan noticed a few little girls looking towards Cheng Hong, the small thoughtful eyes made Jiang Xuan feel very awkward, sneered twice, and strode towards Cheng Hong, who was attracting bees and butterflies. Hong ran over.

The company was very busy when they just resumed work, and Cheng Hong didn't wait for Cheng Hong to find a free time to call his grandparents, and they got in touch with them first.

At that time, Cheng Lang just came back from the company cafeteria, and the children in the outside room hadn't finished eating, and it was possible that they went to have a dinner together at noon. Anyway, there was no one in the office. The phone rang.

The caller ID made him turn around and go directly to the rooftop outside the tea room.

The voice of the old lady on the phone was full of hesitation, and then she called out "Xiaohong" and then there was no more sound. Cheng Hong held the mobile phone with one hand, and put the other hand on the railing of the roof. The movement seemed very casual , but the tapping fingertips revealed his nervousness at this time.

He knew what the old lady wanted to tell him.

Maybe it was because she was silent all the time, there was a rustling sound from the receiver, and after the faint voice, the speaker was replaced by the old man.

"Xiao Hong, it's not the weekend today, are you busy? Didn't you waste your time? We're fine, but your grandma misses you, so I called you to ask how you are... Alas, you old lady, what are you doing kicking me! Stand still, if you fall for a while, you will never get up again."

Cheng Lang's heart sank when he heard his words, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately curled the corners of his mouth quietly, feeling better.

While listening to the old lady urging the old man to turn it on, he replied: "No delay, it's lunch break, if you miss me, I'll go back to see you this weekend."

"Don't, don't, don't," the old man became nervous when he heard it, and quickly refused, "What are you doing when you come back, go back and forth, rest more when you have time, don't keep thinking about us, I said, why do we two sneeze at each other every day? , be restrained!"

"You have a cold, right?" Cheng Lang laughed for a long time, "The temperature has risen these two days, you two, don't take them all off, keep your sweaters and trousers for a few more days, don't wash your down vest so early, no one is urging you keep it."

He buys down jackets for the two of them every year before winter. The two of them don’t wash them all winter when they wear them. They say they are so expensive to buy, and they won’t keep warm after washing. They have to wait for spring to wash them together, and then use plastic cloth. Put it in a hanging cabinet.

"Okay, I got it, don't worry about it..." The old man hurriedly answered the words in disgust, unwilling to listen to his nagging, he paused and said, "Don't come back!"

Cheng Lang couldn't help it: "All right, all right, I'll go back on Ching Ming Festival, and I'll be off for three days, don't delay."

The old man agreed, and then the receiver returned to silence.

Cheng Lang was feeling bored, and was thinking that the atmosphere is good and there is plenty of time, and he was thinking about bringing up the matter that has been dragging on. Anyway, the second elder probably called because of this matter. I didn't get to the point, probably because I didn't know how to speak.

Combining the situation when they met last time, and seeing the reaction of the two of them now, Cheng Lang felt a bit relieved.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt sour, and my eyes felt a little hot.

Especially when the old man hesitated to speak, this emotion, which could not be described as sad or self-blaming, reached its peak.

The old man said: "...If you are free, you, you can come with you with a big steamed bun."

Having known each other for so long, Cheng Hong didn't deliberately mention it to them. Although the two elders didn't say anything on the face, they were very shrewd and guessed Jiang Xuan's situation clearly.

Cheng Lang hung up the phone that day, not knowing what kind of mood he was in to hold on to work for the second half of the day.

Ever since Cheng Hong finished recounting the conversation, Jiang Xuan hadn't moved for nearly a quarter of an hour.

He put the fruit tea on the coffee table, looked up and saw a piece of standby blue projected on the curtain, his expression was a bit indescribable.

Jiang Xuan is quite good at crossing his legs, and he didn't feel numb after doing it for 15 minutes.

His eyes were straight, and he stared motionlessly at the trash can at his feet. If his eyes could heat up, the pile of paper thrown in the trash can would have been burned to ashes.

Looking at him helplessly for a while, Cheng Lang sighed, took out a wet paper towel, then pulled Jiang Tuan's hand over, and wiped off the stain that he hadn't wiped clean just now and turned into a white spot.

But Cheng Hong didn't wipe off the white stain on the string of hand-woven ropes on Jiang Xuan's wrist, so he had no choice but to give up.

Wet wipes were also thrown in the trash.

"really?"

Jiang Xuan opened his mouth quickly, and asked Cheng Hong so abruptly that he thought he heard it wrong.

Seeing him turning his head slowly, his eyes were very straightforward, the red patch on his face, ears and neck was unknown, whether he had forgotten it or was noticed by the master before it had time, anyway, it was still as red as before.

Cheng Lang glanced under his neck and looked away, stood up and went to get a tube of ointment from under the TV cabinet, rubbed it on him and said, "Really, very true."

"..."

Jiang Xuan pursed his lips.

Still very surprised.

He looked at Cheng Hong with a complicated expression, and tilted his neck to let him apply the ointment. The skin felt cool, as if it could cool down.

He sat for a while and suddenly swung Cheng Hong's arm away, then threw his head into his arms without any explanation, and did not move.

"Why is that so?"

Cheng Lang laughed twice, touched his head and said, "I didn't realize it at the time."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. I haven't said a word I've been pondering for a long time, and I don't need to say it now."

"Why is this so?"

"...Are you finished?" Cheng Lang lightly punched him on the shoulder, and jokingly said, "How about I call them back and say you won't be going for Ching Ming Festival?"

Jiang Xuan reacted quickly, and immediately turned his back: "How dare you!"

Cheng Lang pushed him: "Then be normal!"

"I can not make it."

"..." Cheng Lang seemed to have heard this sentence before.

At that time, Jiang Xuan blushed and was panting heavily, which meant that I couldn't do it anymore.

With these words, he now feels that the love for Jiang Xuan that he had finally raised in his heart is gone.

A slap on his ass, "It's endless, isn't it?"

"..." The head in his arms arched.

"It's almost done. You are also a high-cold student, can you stop being so arrogant?"

Jiang Aojiao raised her head to look at him, looked at him for a while with no clear meaning, and then buried her head in: "I really can't do it, brother."

He pulled Cheng Hong's hand towards his thigh, and whispered, "Touch it."

So Cheng Lang's string of hand-woven ropes couldn't be wiped clean either.

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Hey continue tomorrow (*/ω＼*)