Back to the year when my husband was the worst

The difference between font shape and size is not deep for many people.

Xu Qingran happened to have scribbled handwriting, and he spent a lot of thought on this.

When he was young, he was worried that it would be embarrassing to be famous and sell autographs when he grew up, so he took pocket money to empty a stack of copybooks in the bookstore.When Xu Mingchen heard about this, he agreed with the child's foresight and foresight. He helped Xu Qingran enroll in a few calligraphy classes, stumbled and learned for two years, practiced all kinds of running script and regular script, and the more he wrote, the uglier he became.

When Xu Qingran was in junior high school, he fell in love with the long font, and the strokes were stretched out into a long line. The teachers of each subject were so angry: "...I didn't want to hurt your self-confidence, your homework may be nothing. The question is, what is the word in front of this Wang Met?"

"...It's a post, and the words behind it are not the king's meeting, but the discovery."

"Renmin Road is not far from No. [-] Middle School?" Long and Lion held the phone and waited for the sheep to deal cards: "The school committee has arrived from home. We are playing the third round. Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Xu Qingran's voice was vague: "I'm not going, you guys can play."

"what?"

Xu Qingran vaguely heard someone over there saying: "Brother Ran is here? Get ready to close your eyes."

Long Shi just got the cards before he had time to look at them: "Wait a minute, let me take a look first."

Xu Qingran waited for him to close his eyes, and said again clearly: "You play, don't wait for me."

Then hang up.

His mind was confused.

Xu Qingran was already in No.[-] Middle School, so he went back to the dormitory directly.

A row of notebooks were spread out on the table, his, Zhou Ya's, and draft notebooks.

Thanks to Zhou Ya often coming here to do homework at the desk, Xu Qingran has several sets of his papers here.

A paper with a high degree of completion can be turned into a different font, which is exactly the same as the handwriting on the draft book before that date.

As the sheep said, I can vaguely feel the indescribable difference, and I can't see it at all if I don't look carefully.

People have to observe their own growth and changes according to the timeline, and the improvement of calligraphy is difficult to achieve overnight, let alone a person like Zhou Ya who has strong pen skills and beautiful handwriting.

"..."

He obviously read Zhou Yai's handwriting more than once.

Xu Qingran almost flew back all the way, wanting to see Zhou Ya, immediately, immediately.

But as soon as he stepped into the school gate of No. [-] Middle School, he was afraid that he would be self-defeating, so he went back to the dormitory to compare again.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, all the little details that were difficult to explain in the past have a direction.

Zhou Ya is so indifferent to a person, why does he always tease him.

The answer gradually became clear.

Xu Qingran was stunned as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It's too annoying.

A question mark followed by another question mark, there is no end to it, and only Zhou Ya can answer it.

Still have to find him.

On weekend afternoons, students of all grades returned to school and dragged their suitcases to the dormitory building one after another.

Xu Qingran walked against the flow of people for a while, so fast that he almost bumped into a girl.

The girl called him: "Senior."

Xu Qingran turned her head and recognized Lin Qi, a sophomore in high school, who was a little cutie.

"In such a hurry?" Little Cutie spread out her hand and handed out an eraser: "It just fell out of your coat."

"Thank you."

Suddenly being interrupted, the feeling of being caught off guard faded a bit, maybe the absurd feeling he had personally passed through lasted too long, now even though he realized that Zhou Ya was here, he didn't have any emotional ups and downs of great joy or sorrow.

The eraser was lost after Zhou Ya borrowed it. The two of them searched for the whole afternoon, and finally Long Shi cut his own eraser in half and gave them to them: "Dangtang Xueshen, dignified, even a small eraser is in short supply, why is it so shabby? ..."

Xu Qingran suddenly remembered the time he met Zhou Yai in the business district, he blurted out Zhou Yai's name, and remembered Zhou Yai's sudden transfer of school.

And the two handmade sign tubes against the wall.

Zhou Yaia asked him obsessively if he wanted to smoke one, sure.

But wife too.

……

Xu Qingran approached Class Nine, stopped, and took a breath out of shock and anger.

He felt that Zhou Ya recognized him.

If it is said that Zhou Ya's actions are testing him.

So the reason why Zhou Ya has settled down recently can only be because he recognized him.

"..."

The evening self-study has not officially started, and Class [-] is very noisy. Xu Qingran can vaguely hear Chihuahua's voice retorting "Don't vote for me, I'm a good person, if you vote for me, you will lose". He wants to go home and think about it calmly. The window of Class [-] was suddenly pulled open.

"Brother Ran!" Lu Chen grabbed the window sill: "The emperor is here, push this and let's play another game!"

Long and Lion: "Pull it down, just one knife, close your eyes and close your eyes, you are doomed!"

Xu Qingran hesitated for a moment, then walked to class nine.

They went through this game very quickly. As soon as they walked to the window, they saw Zhou Ya smiling and looking at them. Lu Chen, who closed his eyes, shouted in despair: "Damn, I don't want to learn how to crawl like an orangutan anymore!"

Chihuahua: "It's okay to tell the truth."

Zhou Ya is God, sitting on a chair lazily announced: "The werewolf has won, open your eyes."

"Ahhhh!"

"I knew it!"

"Come again, brother Jiaran, let's have one more commoner. Is Brother Jair still a god?"

While looking at the cards, the sheep said, "Like a chimpanzee, Lao Lu..."

The rest of the voices were kept very low, Xu Qingran leaned against the railing of the corridor, feeling that their smiles were particularly obscene.

Zhou Ya was looking at him.

Xu Qingran scratched at her hair, turned around and disappeared.

Sheep: "Brother Jair, where are you going?"

"Looking for your emperor." Zhou Ya pushed the chair and chased after him, feeling that Xu Qingran's state was not right.

There are many students returning to school in the corridor, and the teacher has also returned. The boys disappeared without being in the crowd.

Zhou Ya looked down from upstairs, put his slender fingers into his pockets, and took out his mobile phone to call Xu Qingran.

It rang for a while before someone picked up.

Xu Qingran walked into the dormitory, closed the door, found the lamp in the pitch black, and opened it with a snap.

He freed his hand to hold his mobile phone: "Hello?"

Zhou Ya: "What's wrong with you?"

Xu Qingran closed the notebook on the desktop with ease: "I remembered that I didn't take the paper of Dongdongqiang, so I came back and looked for it."

Zhou Ya: "Did you find the way back to the classroom?"

Xu Qingran: "...a little sleepy, I fell asleep after finishing writing."

Zhou Ya: "..."

Xu Qingran seized the opportunity and said, "It's over."

Zhou Ya: "...good night."

Zhou Ya put his fingers on the phone, stared at the void and remained silent for a while.I don't know if it was because he didn't have a good rest the night before, but his eyelids kept twitching. Zhou Ya raised his hand to press his eyelids, and looked in the direction of the dormitory building.

"Zhou Yai, Brother Yai." Sheep grabbed a deck of cards and chased after him, tremblingly approaching with the hope of Class Nine: "Hey, Ran, where is Brother Ran?"

Class Nine watched Zhou Ya run out of the classroom, and then found out that Brother Ran was not there either.

Who knows what kind of mystery these two big guys are playing, pushing and shoving for a long time before pushing the sheep out.

"...I don't know." Zhou Ya said, "He said he was sleepy and had to write a math paper."

Sheep: "...huh?"

Only then did he notice Zhou Yai's movements, and immediately asked, "Brother Yai, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"fine."

Then Sheep saw Zhou Ya looking up at the moon, with his hands hanging down behind his back, and he said in a weak voice, "I just have an ominous premonition."

The sheep choked, and after a while, he let out a complicated "ah".