don't force me

September [-] happened to be Friday, and Sun Rui called Du Xuan on Thursday night: "Go back to No. [-] Middle School tomorrow to see the teacher."

Du Xuan: "Don't you have two big events this afternoon?"

Sun Rui clicked his tongue: "Is it okay for me to be absent from class? Hurry up, go or not, I can tell you, I have risked my life for you only once in my life, and you will never even think about it next time." Leave me alone."

Du Xuan hesitated for a moment, his heart was full of weeds, knocking on a stone and sparking a spark could start a prairie fire.

It's been... almost two months.

Sun Rui said: "I'll be waiting for you at the school gate at 01:30 noon. He's also in class when we go in. As long as you don't run into him in sports, you'll be fine."

"He has one or two chemistry classes and three or four English classes."

"Tsk, where did you get his schedule?"

Du Xuan smiled: "Then it's 01:30, I'll treat you to dinner when you're done."

After hanging up the phone, Du Xuan looked at the phone in a daze. On the desktop was Lin Tingan's figure, which was blocked by rows of APP icons, but it was still clearly reflected in Du Xuan's eyes.The university started late, and these few days have been busy, moving dormitories, signing up for clubs, getting a campus card, getting to know the surrounding environment, getting to know classmates, Du Xuan has been running around in various teaching buildings every day.No matter where I went, as soon as I reported my name, someone exclaimed: "Oh, you are Du Xuan!" Then someone said, "With such a high score, why don't you want to go to medical school so much?"

These words sounded familiar. Papa Lin said, you are such a good child, why don't you want to go this way so hard.

Du Xuan smiled, there is nothing to be overwhelmed with, I like it.If you like this kind of thing, you can't think about it. If you can think about it, you must not like it enough.

Du Xuan smiled reluctantly, with a little sadness in the corners of her eyes and brows, so someone said: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, look at me, I came in [-] minutes lower than you, and I can't be in my junior year." gone?"

Du Xuan: "..."

When the club recruited new recruits, Du Xuan became a sought-after sweet potato. The radio station, relying on its big background, snatched up Du Xuan's recruitment as early as the confirmation of the admission. APP, the radio station changed to live broadcast, otherwise Du Xuan's face would be wasted.

The activity department sifts through the profiles of the new students, and finally sends out the deputy director. The deputy director is the most beautiful girl in all of them. She chased Du Xuan for three days, and surrounded the teaching building, cafeteria, library building, playground... in all directions. The girl said sharply: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree. I'll just keep chasing after you. Anyway, you can either join the activity department or become my boyfriend. I don't suffer from my sister."

Du Xuan respectfully moved the girl's hand away from touching her chin, and hurriedly nodded: "I'll go, I'll go, senior sister, I'll join the activity department."

So, before Du Xuan could figure out the teaching building, he had somehow joined two clubs.

Liu Zheng, who shared the dormitory with Du Xuan, said, "Du Xuan, take it easy, freshman year in medical school is not easy."

Du Xuan: "It's okay, I'm busy."

This is the truth. Du Xuan welcomes this kind of busyness, which allows him to stop thinking about Lin Tingan, who is half a city away: I don’t know if that young master will stand up in Chinese class for a whole school year, and I don’t know if he will. I took the initiative to find the English teacher to correct the composition. I don't know if he will eat on time at noon, and I don't know if he... will knock on the radiator at night.

It's the [-]th, Du Xuan sighed, the military training will start next Monday, when the military training comes back... the young master's birthday is over.

For this birthday, Du Xuan had made countless plans. The gift he received at Shi Shi allowed him to successfully fly past the third year of high school. He also wanted to give Lin Tingan a gift that could support him through the third year of high school.

Unexpectedly, he sent him a "waiting".

The "waiting" of not knowing what the ending is.

On Friday afternoon, when Du Xuan and Sun Rui walked across the playground, they subconsciously looked up at the third floor of the high school building.Sun Rui tugged at him: "Okay, let's go up and watch later, anyway, he's in class."

Du Xuan was a little timid, he hesitated for a moment: "How about going to see the physical education teacher first?"

The sports group is on the other side of the playground, which is the office farthest from the teaching building.

Sun Rui tugged at him: "You might as well go to the cafeteria to see the aunt who gives you half a spoonful of meat dishes every day and forget it, let's go!"

Du Xuan staggered and was dragged into the high school building.

Most of the teachers from the third year of senior high school came to the first year of senior high school. Du Xuan walked around the offices on the first and second floors, and received an unprecedented welcome.The best student ever in No. [-] Middle School, from junior high school to high school, all the teachers said "I have never taught a student who is so worry-free like Du Xuan", and even those who have never taught him came here to see the "second place" in the city.Du Xuan was a little embarrassed. After everyone finished visiting, the two classes were over.Sun Rui said: "I'll go to Lao Niu's place for a while, and we will meet at the gate of the school in half an hour."

Du Xuan smiled gratefully and walked slowly up to the third floor.

The corridor was very quiet. Standing at the stairs, Du Xuan could hear Teacher Zheng's loud voice from Class 8: "So, the significance of the Revolution of [-] lies in..."

Opposite Class 7 is doing mathematics: "The coordinate axis of the hyperbola..."

The doors of both classrooms are closed, only in this way the students will not cross the field.Du Xuan still remembered that once Lin Tingan complained to him, saying that that idiot Zhou Chen thought the classroom was too boring and opened the back door, so he was forced to do electromagnetism for half of an English class.

Now, the back door of Class One is closed.

Du Xuan slowly approached the back door, the square glass above the door panel was polished very brightly, Du Xuan leaned against the wall, he could see Lin Tingan just half a step forward, but he only dared to lean against the wall and listen English listening through the crack of the door.

Is he... okay?

Du Xuan closed his eyes and slowly turned sideways. From his perspective, he could only see the last two rows, but that was enough. From the very beginning, Xiao An had been sitting in the last row.

He supported his head with one hand, and pointed at the paper with a pen in the other.The two thick eyebrows were raised vigorously, as if they wanted to lift up the drooping eyelids.He is very tired and sleepy, and has lost weight. Du Xuan thought distressedly, he must not have eaten well, or stayed up too late every day. This young master can run and dance, but he can't stay up late. If he stays up late, he will lose weight. works.

Do you have to stay up late at the beginning of school?Is the study pressure so great?or because...

Du Xuan took a breath, her chest hurt so much that tears rolled in her eyes.

Lin Tingan moved a bit, lowered his arms and tried to shake his head, but his eyes closed after five seconds.Du Xuan saw him put down the pen, rub his face vigorously, and then stood up resolutely.

Du Xuan quickly leaned back and hid aside. After a while, when she looked over quietly, Lin Tingan was already standing by the window, with the papers spread out on the window sill.

He really lost weight. Du Xuan looked at Lin Tingan's profile, and his heart began to ache again. When he was in junior high school, he went to the playground to catch him for lunch. In high school, he prepared biscuits and bread for him every night before self-study, and he had to drag him after training. Go for a snack.At that time, he complained every day that he ate too much, saying that when you were in the third year of high school and I was in the freshman year, who would prepare these foods for you.

But now, he really wanted to watch him eat three meals a day and two break meals every day.

A door panel, five centimeters, takes 365 days a year to walk across.

Du Xuan gritted his teeth, turned and left. When he walked past the bulletin board at the top of the stairs, he saw that the content was changed to the results of the first monthly exam in September, and Lin Tingan's photo was not among them.Du Xuan took out his phone and took a picture. When he uploaded it on Weibo, he wrote: "I don't have your picture, I understand why, forgive you once. When I come back in October, I want to see you in the top ten of my grade. "

Lin Tingan couldn't help yawning. In fact, it doesn't make much difference to do the listening test whether he is standing or not. He may not be able to understand much when he is awake, but he still tries his best to catch the words coming from the speaker.Finally, he heard a sentence in Chinese "this listening test is over", he let out a long breath, turned the paper over and prepared to write the composition first, Du Xuan once said "multiple choice questions can be fooled, but the composition can't be finished" But it's over."

Turning over the paper, he shook his somewhat sore neck, his gaze slipped across the green grass garden, and he saw a tall and thin figure walking under the dense crabapple tree.

At that moment, all the joints of Lin Tingan's body were locked, his mind went blank, and there was only that figure from the back left in the world.He has stared at that figure countless times, and it has always been his goal, from the past to the future.

The figure from behind walked to the school gate, then stopped, and stayed there for a few seconds...

Lin Tingan clenched the pen tightly, the plastic pen holder hurting his palm, his eyes were blurred, but the figure's every move was still clearly in his mind.

So, Lin Tingan saw that figure turn around, trying to look towards the third floor, his eyes were as clear as real, engraved heavily in his heart.

In a blur, Lin Tingan saw the man slowly walking out of the school gate, and the path past the gate disappeared.

He looked down at the paper, there was a drop of wet marks on it, he wiped it with his hands, and forced himself to smile: "There are still eight months, a total of 240 days, time flies by."

Time really flies, one day when Lin Tingan received a bunch of small gifts, he realized that it was already the end of September and he was dead.

He still remembered discussing with Du Xuan how to celebrate this significant birthday.

Du Xuan asked, "What do you want?"

"Will you give me whatever you want?" At that time, I asked with a little bit of hazy expectation, my heart was itching, and I always wanted to do something, but as soon as the picture popped up, I would be pressed down again, always Feel apprehensive.

Du Xuan said very simply, "I'll give it!"

At that time, I was very turbulent, and even secretly imagined how to do it and how to do it.In fact, he doesn't really care about this, but Du Xuan's fingers are very beautiful, slender and fair, and he is very powerful in playing the piano all the year round, so he can make himself die every time.He always wanted to win back this city and make Du Xuan cry once.But thinking about Du Xuan's taekwondo background... Lin Ting'an thought, forget it, let Du Xuan come, he is so careful and takes care of himself, so he must be very comfortable.

……

Lin Tingan choked on his increasingly uncontrollable thoughts and feelings, walked around the bedroom a few times irritably, and finally opened the door and walked out.

Ma Jing was watching TV in the living room, and saw Lin Tingan coming out with reddish eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, let's go to the bathroom."

Lin Ting'an inserted the door, closed his eyes and imagined that Du Xuan's slender and white fingers were holding him. He bit his lower lip tightly, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster. The moment he ejaculated, he felt that his whole body was going to be paralyzed. .

But, uncomfortable!The whole person was empty, drifting with nowhere to rely on, the feeling of emptiness was followed by irritability, and the burning fire in his heart was about to explode.He punched hard, his shoulders were pulled so painfully, but his heart became more and more irritable.He wrapped his fist in a towel and slammed it hard against the tiled wall. There was a muffled sound from the wall, and he felt a dull pain in his finger bones, but that pain was much more comfortable than the feeling of emptiness. He took a long breath , and then hit the second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch...

Outside the door, Ma Jing asked Lin Yi suspiciously, "What's the sound?"

Lin Tingan stopped his hand, the pain did not disappear, but the feeling of emptiness swept over again, his eyes fell on his father's razor on the sink, he endured and endured and finally gave up.

You can't let everyone worry, you have to be good, and you have to go to Du Xuan.

He opened the bathroom door and went to the entrance to change his shoes. Ma Jing asked, "Xiao An, why are you going?"

"Go downstairs for a walk, I'm too full from dinner." Lin Tingan lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, and tried to put on a relaxed tone, "Mom, I just celebrate my birthday, and you cook such a big table of dishes...it's overwhelming me. "

Just as Ma Jing was about to open her mouth, Lin Yi stopped her, and Lin Yi shook his head gently.

Ma Jing's eyes started to feel hot and painful again, and the child only ate a bowl of rice for dinner.

Lin Tingan started running as soon as he walked out of the apartment building. The wind at the end of September was already very cold. Although it could not blow away the heat in his heart, it could calm his mind down.Running and running, his grievances turned into anger!

What did I do wrong?

Why can't I like Du Xuan?

Where is Du Xuan not worthy of my liking?

This society is already very tolerant, isn't it?

Even if we are not tolerant, can't we live?

Why not meet!

Du Xuan, you bastard!

I have already agreed with my mother to see you, why do you agree to "not meet" with your father on your own initiative!

Have you asked me and you will agree!

Du Xuan, I hate you to death!

You idiot!Stupid thief!Japanese pustules!Stupid and cowardly!

……

Lin Tingan ran while cursing, running faster and faster, until he was in the state of 100 sprints at the end.During the fast running, the chaotic brain was turned into a blank sheet of paper, and only one person smiled very clearly and said: "You have never beat me in 100 meters."

I don't know how many times he ran, Lin Tingan finally couldn't run anymore. When he stopped, his whole T-shirt was soaked. He simply lay down on the dirty concrete floor, watching the ball flying around under the dim yellow streetlights above his head. mosquito.

Du Xuan used to complain about his habit of taking a walk after dinner, "He just came to feed the mosquitoes." Every time Du Xuan muttered, "You are quite caring, and you know how to feed the mosquitoes when you are full."

Lin Tingan smiled, and when he slowly got up, his heart was heavy, and he finally stopped drifting.

Ma Jing looked at Lin Tingan, who was dirty like a mud monkey, and when he walked into the house with tired steps, he grabbed her husband's hand. Lin Yi patted his wife comfortingly, and shook his head slightly.

Lin Tingan took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom, Ma Jing took out a tissue and covered her eyes: "Old Lin..."

Lin Yi sighed, "If it's true..."

Ma Jing looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, unable to speak.

The next day, when Lin Tingan went to school, his face was calm, as if nothing had happened.Ma Jing was worried and always felt that this calmness was an illusion, but Lin Tingan remained calm until mid-October, when the second month's exam was scored.

Lin Tingan was No. 20 in the eighth grade.

Ma Jing let out a long breath, and she patted her son's back excitedly and said, "Great, great, you've improved compared to September, and you only got over 50 in the exam last time."

Lin Tingan shook his head: "Du Xuan said that you need to be in the top [-] of your grade in the Beihang University."

The smile on Ma Jing's face froze.