What if there are no inhibitors?

The temperature is getting colder and the sky is still dark, but the lights in Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School and nearby school districts have been turned on.From a distance, those lights look like little oranges.

Even the 19th birthdays of the two passed quietly, without any splashes.

It was a holiday for New Year's Day, and Song Zhiwei had a good rest at home.

Continue to study after New Year's Day, the weather is too cold in winter, the exhaled breath turns into white mist, Song Zhiwei dressed like a penguin and followed Han Lu to class every day.

With a fat body and a schoolbag on his back, he walked into the school swaying left and right, but his face was very small.

When he was doing self-study in the morning, he used to like to hold a thermos cup with the lid open, and the dense mist was blowing on his chin, which seemed to have a psychological effect to make it warmer.

The basic learning content during the day is to do the papers and questions, understand the wrong questions, subtract the wrong questions and paste them on the wrong question set.

Because the amount of questions is too large, it is often easy to forget, so you have to keep reviewing.

He often stays up until two or three o'clock at night, but his own physique is able to survive.

It's just that the blue marks under the eyes are too obvious.

If Han Lu finds out, he will definitely talk about him again.

So he secretly bought skin care products for removing Qingyin on the Internet.

His skin is in good condition, and the blue marks are really not so obvious after applying the eye patch.

In the final exam of the last semester of the third year of high school, his grades were stable at fifth in the class.

This staged victory resulted in less cold winters.

Hey!

what!

happy!

During the winter vacation, the most important festival in all seasons is the Spring Festival.

The Spring Festival every year is a day of firecrackers and family joy.

The last Spring Festival left a good impression on him.

As a result, he himself has an inexplicable sense of belonging to the Spring Festival.

So much so that I started to look forward to it early this year.

Because of his obvious progress, his parents were happy to set off firecrackers.

On the first day of the holiday, he slept comfortably in his room.

During the meal on the second day of the holiday, Father Song could still be heard boasting at the dinner table: Han Lu is really a good kid, you should make good friends with others.

Song Zhiwei took a big mouthful of white rice in his mouth with a guilty conscience, and said "um".But after realizing it, I feel that there is nothing to be guilty of. Anyway, going to university is far away from the emperor.

Overall, this Spring Festival has been very happy and joyful.

The winter vacation was short, and I met Han Lu a few times. The two of them were ascetic and imagining the future all the time. Even the sex period was mainly based on passing quickly instead of enjoying, just like an old man and an old man.

He also asked Han Lu this question in bed one day, that is: Why do you always seem to deal with it?

When he said this, he was a little worried and nervous.

Han Lu didn't comfort him as usual.

Just gave him a look.

Just the kind of blood-red eyes.

He shrank his feet back, a secret joy in his heart

.

He didn't play with much fanfare this winter vacation, for fear that he would waste his mind.

Most of the time I still review and study at home.

The second semester of the third year of senior high school came as scheduled, and there were several 100-day swearing-in meetings, brain-boosting publicity meetings, and lectures that made people cry.

100 days, which sounds like a while.Because I have been driven crazy by the high-intensity study, I can't imagine what it will be like to have another 100 days.

But in fact, there is no time and energy for hypocrisy.

100 days is not enough.

Write papers, correct mistakes, write papers, correct mistakes.

The daily life of the third year of high school is like this day after day, but the knowledge points reviewed every day are different.So it cannot be said that every day is mechanical and repetitive.

Indescribable.

But it all comes down to unforgettable, he thought.

The days are getting longer and the sun is getting stronger.

Everyone took off their spring clothes and changed into summer school uniforms of white T-shirts and black trousers.

It's not the hottest time yet, and the slight wind makes it itchy on the skin.

On the ground grows bright red flowers called bunches of red, and the lotus in the pond blooms quietly, and the carp in the water kisses the edge of the lotus leaf, as if they have found some joy.

These are the most common scenery in the school, spring comes and winter goes, year after year.

But Song Zhiwei would suddenly feel nostalgic sometimes.

Even if it is such an ordinary scenery, I will never see it again in the future.

May is slowly approaching.

The head teacher put his hands on the desk and confided to them: "Don't delve into those difficult and deep questions in the remaining month, just consolidate the basic knowledge points repeatedly. Write reading questions every day in English and Chinese. Don't lose your sense of language."

It seems that even if the head teacher is a science teacher, he understands it quite well.

The people under the stage replied "yes" sparsely.

This "good" sounds much better than a month ago.

At this time, everyone began to relax.

Because it's useless to struggle any longer, it's better to adjust your mentality in advance.

The school has resumed its original evening self-study time.

The teachers in each subject bought them snacks, or they ate them together during class time.Those people who gave them orders turned into the gentleness of a loving father and mother, and they were treated with unimaginable treatment.

But sometimes I also think that it is because of the teacher that the pace of the college entrance examination is becoming more and more urgent.

In May, at the end of May, in June, the college entrance examination is about to take place.

Blink.

Between heaven and hell, the school opened another movement...

At the congress, the teacher told them to wear their most comfortable clothes, don’t wear letters with letters in the English test, don’t forget to bring the test admission ticket, and don’t drink too much water...

A lot of blah blah.

During the two days of 6.5 and 6.6, the school had a holiday.

However, many people choose to stay in school.Just like the enigmatic superstition, staying in school will keep the "qi" going.

Song Zhi didn't want to go back either, but Mother Song suddenly called him that day.

"Your dad and I came back from other places to accompany you through the college entrance examination." Song Zhiwei stood in the corridor outside the classroom, fingering the part of the paint on the railing, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, I can do it by myself."

"Are you afraid?" Liu Fengxia asked with a gentle smile, with a rare touch of a loving mother.

"Not afraid." Song Zhiwei said softly.

"Okay!" Father Song slapped his hands, calming the situation: "As expected of my son."

Listening to the voice, Song Zhiwei felt that the speaker was on the other side.

"I heard that the school gave you two days off?" Liu Fengxia asked.

"Well, it's been two days."

"come back?"

"I won't come back." Song Zhiwei looked at the students on the first floor who were playing badminton and table tennis to relax: "Many people didn't go back. Once they went back, the learning atmosphere would dissipate."

"It's not that exaggerated." Liu Fengxia smiled and said, "Come back, Mom and Dad will take you to eat delicious food. I will make up for you."

"The teacher told me to eat more normally, so as not to upset my stomach."

"That's why we ordered a soup banquet at Xitang for you."

Xitang, a very old restaurant in the local area.It's different from the hotel run by Han Yul's mother.The Jubilee Hall is quaint, although it occupies a small area, the people who can go there are very dignified.

There are many healthy vegetables that the elderly, wealthy and powerful grandparents like to eat most.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with Han Lu." Song Zhiwei said.

"What do you discuss with Han Lu about this kind of thing?"

Although Song Zhiwei didn't meet Liu Fengxia face to face, he also knew that she should be frowning now.

"Because I made an agreement with him to stay at school together, it's so easy to go back on what we promised."

"That's right." Father Song on the other end of the phone also started talking about Mother Song.

Song's mother seemed very upset: "You are amazing, come here, come and tell him, you tell him to come back..."

Later, the microphone was deliberately taken far away, and the sound became smaller, so he couldn't hear it.

Song Zhiwei opened the door and said to Han Lu inside: "My parents told me to go back, do you want to come with me?"

He knew that Han Lu would not go home this time.

"What's wrong?" Han Lu looked up.

The normal clothes he was wearing today, sitting in a chair in a very casual posture, he was still very handsome.

"They made an appointment for me at Xitang and asked me to eat."

"Then you go."

"I want you with me."

"It's not suitable for me to go."

"Then I won't go." Song Zhiwei gasped.

Han Lu laughed softly, and had to say that Song Zhiwei's deepening attachment made him very happy.He got up and closed the book, walked in front of Song Zhiwei, supported Song Zhiwei's shoulders and said: "We will show the way in front of our parents in the future, but

not now right? "

He gave him too many lectures, and he unconsciously took on a teacher's tone.

Song Zhiwei nodded: "Yes."

Han Lu straightened his collar, and his cool fingertips touched the skin on the side of his neck, leaving shallow marks.

"The top priority now is the college entrance examination, and put the rest aside. It's unreasonable for you not to go back to such an important meal, so let yourself have a good meal and don't think about anything else, okay?"

After hesitating for a while, Song Zhiwei nodded: "Okay." Then he changed another relaxed

Tone: "You're getting more and more verbose now."

Han Lu scratched his Adam's apple with his fingertips, "Then are you obedient?"

He swallowed up and down his throat, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was slightly hot.

Why would something so normal make him feel a sudden burst of emotion.

He used to blame Han Lu for being anxious and lustful.

In fact, he himself is yellow.

From white rabbit to yellow rabbit.

He said: "I have listened to the questions you talked about, and I will listen to them in daily life if they are correct."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows, and after a while he said slowly, "That's good."

Song Zhiwei finally went back to see his parents.On the afternoon of the [-]th, they went to Jubilee Hall.The hotel looks unobtrusive from the outside, but the interior decoration is unique, low-end luxury and exquisite.

The waiter in cheongsam led them to the corresponding private room.

Father Song said suddenly, "You go in first, and I'll go say hello to my acquaintances."

Song Zhiwei followed his gaze to see two men in suits.Looking at the back, they are all tall and slender.

He took a look and then retracted his eyes, and entered the private room with Liu Fengxia.

The decoration of the private room is mainly red and black, which is very retro, and there is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

After a while the waiter started serving the food.

The main colors of the whole table dishes are white and cyan, and most of them are soups, but they are not bland.Because the aroma of the cooked meat wafted to the whole table.

Liu Fengxia got up and scooped up a bowl of soup and put it in front of Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei took it with both hands, his face full of surprise.

Liu Fengxia probably reflected the only kindness in her life in this dish, "Eat it, I told the kitchen specifically, it won't make you so full that you suddenly have a nosebleed."

"Oh." Song Zhiwei picked up the bowl and took a sip: "Thank you, Mom."

"Say something."

After a while, Father Song came in from the outside.He unbuttoned his suit, unbuttoned his cuff buttons, rolled up his shirt and sat down beside Song's mother.

"Who did you go to see just now?" Liu Fengxia asked casually.

"President Li's son." Father Song suddenly laughed, "And his boyfriend."