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The morning of the autumn outing.

Xi Zhikong carried a bag on his back, which contained a set of pajamas and a change of clothes.

They went camping for three days and two nights in autumn. This time, they decided to go to the mountains near the villages on the outskirts of the city. The tents were rented by the school, and they only needed to bring daily necessities.

Jiang Wen was still stuffing things into Jiang Yan's bag, so stuffed that the zipper couldn't be closed, she shook and said she could still pack it.

Jiang Yan snatched the bag and threw a few packs of snacks to Xi Zhikong's hand and said, "Put it in your bag, I can't fit it."

"Oh yes! There's Xiao Kong's too!" Jiang Wen slapped her thigh, turned around and entered Jiang Yan's bedroom again.

Xi Zhikong leaned on the sofa and casually opened a bag of potato chips to eat, while chewing, he said inarticulately: "You just ask auntie to pack it for you, and just give me what you can't eat."

"You want to eat so much?!" Jiang Yan pulled the bag away in front of him, the clothes and toiletries barely took up space, and the rest of the space was used for food, "My mother is really, I don't even know what she is I bought so many snacks at that time."

"You are content, someone will pretend to eat for you - well, this is really delicious, if you don't want it, just give it to me."

So Jiang Yan really poured half a pack of snacks into his bag.

Fifteen minutes later, the two went out with their bulging backpacks.

Almost at the school gate, Jiang Yan said out of nowhere: "This time my cousin seems to be going too."

"Huh? Teacher Lin?"

"He should have gone to help, and he told me only yesterday." Jiang Yan said.

Xi Zhikong stopped suddenly after taking two steps, turned around and asked Jiang Yan: "Did you receive the love letter yesterday?"

He was so focused on making money that he forgot a very serious question—no matter how hard he deliberately concealed his words, even if they were burnt to a point, he would still be able to recognize them, right?

Jiang Yan turned his head and pretended to be stupid: "What love letter?"

Xi Zhikong almost blurted out the love letter I wrote to you. After thinking about it for a while, he finally changed his words: "Someone—— wrote you a love letter."

"Oh, you said that, I receive a lot of love letters every day, what's wrong?"

Xi Zhikong heaved a sigh of relief and looked at him curling his lips, and said, "Then you are amazing."

"Are you envious? Do you want to share with you a secret recipe for increasing fans?"

"Thank you, no need." Xi Zhikong first smiled politely, then turned around and ran away with a slumped face.

"No need, no need, why are you walking so fast, hey—wait for me!" Jiang Yan also ran two steps to catch up, grabbed his back collar and forced to walk forward side by side with him.

Standing at the door of the classroom were Chen Xucong and Lin Tongrui.

The two greeted He Xing happily, and saw Shu Jiyue standing behind Lin Tongrui with a cute face.

Sun Chenxuan hooked his fingers at Jiang Yan to call him over, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, why is your cousin in our class?"

"It seems that the school arranged it like this, I don't know." Jiang Yan said.

Jiang Zhehui was still holding a notebook in his arms. He took off his glasses and put them in his jacket pocket, saying: "The math teacher took his own class, and so did the English teacher. Other teachers went out to study, and the art teacher chose to take the class next door. Teacher Lin belongs to -"

Xi Zhikong looked at Lin Tongrui's face, he was really embarrassed.

With Jiang Zhehui's explanation, Sun Chenxuan couldn't understand it even more, "It stands to reason that you are in our class, so your brother shouldn't be in such a difficult situation, right?"

Jiang Yan shrugged: "I don't know either."

More than a dozen buses were parked outside the playground, and all grades except the third and third grades went there, and the first and second grades of senior high school started from the third bus.

When queuing up, according to the group positions, Jiang Yan separated Shu Jiyue and Xi Zhikong by pinching the odd and even numbers. As soon as Xi Zhikong got on the bus, he found that the place next to Shu Jiyue had been "occupied"——Jiang Yan was steady Sitting on it, he turned his head and chatted with Shu Jiyue.

Xi Zhikong thought to himself, why do you two talk so much every day, you can't finish talking at school, and you have to sit and chat together when you go out for an autumn outing?

He passed by Jiang Yan, and stepped on his feet as if venting his anger - he really couldn't get used to Jiang Yan's clinging to Shu Jiyue - and other people talked like this.

Jiang Yan was not angry either, he reached out to pat the upper of the shoe, turned around and asked him, "So angry so early in the morning?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see that your foot was just blocking my way, and I accidentally stepped on it." Xi Zhikong put his backpack on, sat down by the window, and put on his earphones.

I can't be bothered to listen to you guys.

he thinks.

Shu Jiyue just lowered her head and smiled, without saying anything.

The convoy set off and headed for the outskirts of the city neatly and mightily.

Jiang Yan looked here and there for a long time, but it was Shu Jiyue who gave him the start, "Do you have something to say?"

"Huh? No—nothing to say." He said stiffly.

Shu Jiyue glanced back, and found that Xi Zhikong had fallen asleep by the window, so she turned back and said, "He's already fallen asleep, tell me."

Jiang Yan was a little embarrassed.

He touched the tip of his nose and said, "I want to ask, why did you repeat the grade? No. [-] Middle School is not..."

"Sixth Middle School is pretty good."

Jiang Yan thought to himself that he probably answered this question a hundred and eighty times before he was so clear about what he was going to ask next.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shu Jiyue, and asked after a while: "So why did you repeat the grade and come to Wenhe?"

Shu Jiyue stretched a little, and said casually: "The smell and the environment are good, and it's close to my home, so I can sleep more every day."

"..." I believe you will be a ghost.

Jiang Yan simply leaned on the U-shaped pillow and fell asleep.

The destination was not far away, and the convoy stopped outside the village about two hours later.

Xi Zhikong fell into a drowsy sleep and was dragged out of the car by Jiang Yan. He stood in line in the crowd and couldn't lift his eyelids.

He yawned trying to wake himself up, and took a sharp breath—the smell of cow dung filled his nostrils.

The school attaches great importance to extracurricular practical activities. This time, the principal accompanied him here. Because he wanted to disturb the villagers, he specially invited the village party secretary to come here.

The village party secretary is a kind old man. He looks at the students very kindly. Years of farm work makes him look a little stooped, but he still speaks energetically. "Students, welcome to Tongxin Village!"

After the village party secretary made a welcome speech, the principal followed up with a big opening speech. The general content was to ask the class teacher to pay attention to safety and repeatedly told the students not to go to dangerous places.

Later, he rushed to the Municipal Education Bureau for a meeting, and left in a hurry, and the director of teaching affairs arranged the next work.

The director of academic affairs asked the village party secretary to give a general introduction to the situation in the village. Jiang Yan looked around and found that it was exactly as the village party secretary said. Here, the mountains depend on the mountains to eat and the water to eat. The hillsides here are too steep to reclaim farmland. There are fruit trees, and a stream can be vaguely heard coming here through the woods not far away.

The first and second grades were assigned to a village not far away more than ten kilometers away. The 26 classes of senior one and senior were divided into four parts here, and the people in the village took them to different places to set up camps.

Each group divided up their own tents and had to walk to the campsite. Jiang Yan divided the class into ten groups as in the previous study groups, and they counted seven people in this group—Shu Jiyue was actually an extra one.

Jiang Yan was a little worried right now, how could he sleep in this tent?

It is definitely impossible for him to sleep in the same tent with others. The other four classmates, two girls sleep in one, and the remaining two are a pair of inseparable good friends, so they must be inseparable.

Shu Jiyue seemed to have nowhere to rest.

In the evening, everyone set up the tent, and the first meal was warmly received by the villagers.The folk customs in this village are simple and honest, and every household cooks a "big meal" that is rare a few times a year, serving a long table banquet, and setting it up in a circle around the village's activity venue.

The radio station in the village set up a bonfire in the middle. Artists danced and played the sheng around the bonfire.

Xi Zhikong's eyes reflected the fire in the middle, and the flames kept beating in his pupils, making his eyes watery instead.

Jiang Yan looked at him silently for a long time.

After three years without being together day and night, the daily companionship in just two months has pushed his inner feelings to a very dangerous boundary - as long as he takes a step forward quietly, everything may be turned upside down.

After dinner, everyone was still sitting around in the same place. The teacher of the Youth League Committee suggested that each class put on a small show to add to the fun. Qin Lingshu ran to Jiang Yan with a guitar that he did not know where he borrowed, looked him up and said: "Jiang Yan, I remember you can play the guitar?"

Jiang Yan waved his hand: "It's nothing but the cultural committee, I'd better stop making a fool of myself with this technique."

Qin Lingshu turned her eyes to Shu Jiyue again, and asked tentatively, "Can Shu Jiyue know how to play the guitar? No one is prepared for this, so let's just play the guitar and sing in our class."

Shu Jiyue took the guitar and plucked it twice, then he said with a look of embarrassment: "But I can't sing very well..."

Qin Lingshu thought about it and clapped her hands, and immediately said: "That's it! Jiang Yan will sing, you can play, you two go!"

"Okay, okay, I think it's okay!" Sun Chenxuan echoed while half kneeling on the stool between Jiang Yan and Xi Zhikong.

Jiang Yan turned his face to look at Xi Zhikong's expression, and as expected, he saw the corners of his mouth twitching, with the words "I'm not happy" written all over his face.

He didn't just want to make Xi Zhikong unhappy, even he couldn't control himself, so he said yes when he saw the flames in Xi Zhikong's eyes.

Shu Jiyue raised her hand to cover the smile on her lips, and also responded.

Their class is the second performer in sequence.The village also often organizes cultural activities, and the audio equipment is quite easy to use. When a trolley speaker is placed in the middle, the first class seems to have prepared in advance. Six people danced together to start, earning enough screams and applause.

The villagers who had eaten soon came to the central square and stood around them watching the show. The children simply sat on the ground and formed a circle in front of the table.

Jiang Yan was originally the "man of the hour" in the school, an all-round academic bully, blessed with beauty and scandals, gentle and domineering, and a very malleable male protagonist of novels.

He and Shu Jiyue appeared together in the middle of everyone's sight, and the screaming continued.

Jiang Yan took the microphone handed over by Qin Lingshu, coughed lightly twice as a wheat test, looked around, and said some polite opening remarks with a smile: "Thank you for the warm hospitality of the uncles, aunts, grandparents, and friends in the village. , my name is Jiang Yan, from Class One and Two, and this is my partner, Shu Jiyue, and we will sing a song for everyone to add to the fun."

A few minutes ago, he and Shu Jiyue confirmed the song. It just so happened that Shu Jiyue had heard this song sung by the group next door many times during the rehearsal of the Sixth Chinese Art Festival, so he was familiar with it.

He sat on the wooden bench with the guitar in his arms, played two notes, Jiang Yan nodded to him, and then the warm and simple sound of the acoustic guitar made the scene a little quiet.

"This song is for—" Seeing the teachers around him, he thought about it carefully, and finally changed his words with regret, "For everyone here, the 'one and only' of others."

This song is called "The Only One in Life", and it is what he wants to tell Xi Zhikong without reservation at this moment.

He sang slowly, his gentle eyes fell on Xi Zhikong, but he couldn't stay longer, he could only pretend to inadvertently sweep across him time and time again.

"I said I don't know how to write poetry, I just portrayed your shadow in the poem.

…………

"Your name is used to make sentences and words, to tell you the unique poem in this world, and to tell the story that you are my only one.

…………

"One bit at a time, one feeling, you are the most important thing in my life."

When he finished singing a song, some people in the crowd whistled, some screamed and applauded.

He Xing clicked his tongue and said, "It's still Jiang's banquet, it's too romantic to take the opportunity to confess."

Sun Chenxuan couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and even Jiang Zhehui, who was always indifferent, praised him uncharacteristically.

Only Xi Zhikong was fascinated and stared at Jiang Yan for a long time.

There were rumors in his ears that according to the recent wind direction, Jiang Yan sang this song to Shu Jiyue, and he thought so too—but he didn't want to follow the acquiescence like this, and he always felt like a complete failure.

Jiang Yan sang this song really well, Xi Zhikong thought.

Seeing Jiang Yan and Shu Jiyue put away their guitars and walking towards this side, he shook his head and refocused.

It may be that Jiang Yan sang this song so well, when he sat down beside Xi Zhikong and asked his brother if he sang well, he kept silent and did not answer, but thought in his heart that next time, Jiang Yan would sing alone. He sang one, and he couldn't hear it because there were too many people here.

It seems that I haven't heard enough.

Among the crowd, the two parties involved knew that Jiang Yan's song was not sung for Shu Jiyue, and Lin Tongrui, who was sitting in the opposite corner, was sitting blankly like Xi Zhikong.

His eyes passed through the bonfire and Shu Jiyue's contact, Shu Jiyue smiled at him.

Jiang Yan looked in the direction he was looking, but he seemed to see through everything with just this one glance.

It turned out to be such a plot.he thinks.

At ten o'clock the bonfire party ended, and everyone returned to their respective tents.

At this time, Jiang Yan faced the century-old problem-how did he sleep?

Jiang Yan took Xi Zhikong to the logistics teacher to get things, and he and Shu Jiyue stood in front of the tent and faced each other silently.

When Xi Zhikong was not around, Jiang Yan never performed unnecessary dramas, and he was essentially indifferent in front of others.Shu Jiyue has experienced it for a long time, so she pays special attention to the interaction between him and Xi Zhikong, and of course no other thoughts will arise in her heart.

Just as Jiang Yan said my word, he was interrupted by him with a smile: "Does he know you do these things for him?"