The seventh rule of the male god

My father's surname is An, and my mother's surname is Chu, so my name is An Chu.

In high school, I came to a strange class because of my father's work.

The new deskmate is a tall boy named Cheng Huaqi, who looks good, but he's a fool, he doesn't look upright, he doesn't sit or stand, the first meeting is not very pleasant.

hello boy.

These three words came out of his mouth, which was extremely provocative and arrogant, and he even played with the basketball in his hand.

Because my parents divorced, I have been relatively indifferent since I was a child, so I ignored him and sorted out my things.

He seemed a little dissatisfied with being ignored, stroked his hair back, and muttered something in a low voice, the volume I happened to hear——

You boy is so rude.

Really an unpleasant meeting, I laughed, thinking idly.

Improvement in relationship comes from an accident.

It was a physics evening self-study.

The physics teacher, surnamed Chen, is an elderly woman with a bad temper. Every time a classmate fails to do a physics paper, she asks the class teacher to inform the parents.

Unfortunately, I forgot to do the test paper.

He glanced at me, and the teacher was already walking in the aisle to check, and I was very anxious.

——Because the physics teacher is a woman who makes a fuss out of molehills.

Suddenly, he swapped his paper with my blank paper.

He sat in the inner seat, near the window, and I sat in the outer seat, near the aisle.

Such a seating position makes most teachers pay little attention to the students in the inner seats.

He... is helping me.

I was stunned, without being pretentious, I spread out the paper, the teacher stopped beside me, looked at his paper, and nodded with satisfaction.

The physics teacher led three classes, and each class had seven classes a week. He had taught students one after another, so he was not very familiar with the students' handwriting.

In many cases, accidents are inevitable.

The teacher leaned over to see whether he did the paper or not.

Of course, in the end, he was fined to stand and took the blame for me.

I am not an irresponsible person. I wanted to explain to the teacher, but he pressed my shoulder hard. Perhaps because of playing basketball, he was very strong. I was inexplicably angry, frowned, and then glared at him.

He smiled at me and didn't care - what's the use of explaining, one person gets punished and becomes two people, there's no benefit, and I don't have any bad records, so I won't be found by the old class.

His tone was light and romantic, but I could hear the comfort in it.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the white light hit his face, making me dizzy suddenly.

Later he went to the office, and it was because he had no bad records that this time he seemed particularly abnormal. The head teacher also called his parents, but he didn't blame me, I just stared at him blankly.

Seeing this, he opened his mouth unscrupulously—why, was he fascinated by brother?

I rolled his eyes at him, joking, yes, I was fascinated by you.

After finishing speaking, I was taken aback for a moment.

With his back facing the blue sky and flowing clouds, he was wearing a sportswear-like blue and white school uniform. It is such a simple color, but it has left a strong stroke in my youthful memory.

Later, our relationship became very good, because we were at the same table and communicated a lot. We often played basketball together after class, went to the cafeteria together at noon, and spent an hour in the library together in the afternoon.

With such a simple and regular rhythm, I slowly developed a habit.

One day in physical education class, I accidentally tilted my foot while playing basketball with him, and it hurt a lot, but I didn't show too much. After all, we are boys, and we all have self-esteem.

He was anxious, really anxious, I could tell.

He ran over in a hurry, picked me up in a hurry, and sent me to the infirmary in a hurry.

I even gave birth to a tinge of disgust.

I... seem to be sick...

It feels a little gross, but it seems sweet.

I put my head on his back, the tip of my nose is unique to this age, what a teenager should have, mixed with the smell of sweat.

I'm not a girl, what are you carrying on your back, let me down!Maybe it was to cover up something, I cursed.

Well, you are a girl in my heart!He picks up speed and makes a joke.

roll!

Following these words, the rhythm of my heartbeat actually deviated from the track it used to be. One sound at a time, the rhythm broke, and the eardrums in my ears infinitely amplified this secret sound, which inexplicably made me feel ashamed and embarrassed.

I suddenly feel scared.afraid of what?Actually, I don't know either.

The unknown is always scary.

Maybe... maybe I'm really sick.

I often fight with him--the ridicule and jokes of friends.Sometimes when he was joking, he would call my wife with a smile and a heartless tone. At that time, the way he smiled was very good-looking.

I raised my eyebrows and said with a smile that I loved him, and he said he loved me too, but everyone thought it was a joke.

Including me, including him.

The mixed thoughts of joy and bitterness pushed me to suffocate step by step.

Fighting, crying and laughing, I barely got through this second year of high school.

During the summer vacation, there was a party in the class, but I didn’t go to it. When chatting with Jiang An’s penguins, Jiang An joked that he wasn’t active when I wasn’t there, and he still kept thinking about me.

I knew this was a joke, and I laughed it off, but my heart was filled with sugar.

When school started, he gave me a big bear hug, hugged me, said he missed me, and I said I missed it too.

He asked, what do you miss me?

I answered, I miss your naughty smile at the corners of your mouth, your downcast eyes, and your action of lifting your sleeves and hem to wipe your sweat while playing basketball.

He blinked, disturbed his head, looked at me, and commented incomprehensibly—why do you feel that your answer is a bit weird.

I still smile faintly, but no longer speak.

Not long after school started, on Christmas Eve, I accidentally found an apple in the cabinet with a beautiful English font of "loveyou". There is no name, but the handwriting is familiar to my heart.

The characters I wrote at the beginning were slightly heavy, and the more I wrote, the more beautiful the fonts were. The endings of the characters were always raised slightly, with a smooth and natural writing style.

It's him?

……?

Even if I had already mastered his handwriting in my heart, at that moment I still couldn't help doubting, doubting, fearing that there was no hope, and the future was at a loss.

I will never guess wrong, it is really hopeless...

Well, Ah Chu, I gave this apple to the wrong person. I originally wanted to give it to... He rubbed his head, his face was a little red, and he hesitated like a child who just fell in love.

He held another perfectly packaged apple in his hand, his eyes dodged, and under my weird gaze, he finally said as if giving up—forget it, since I gave it to you, it is yours.

I looked at him, he was a little embarrassed, what are you looking at!

Because you are handsome.I answer.

His face flushed instantly, and he ran away in a panic.

It is estimated that the ordinary apple in his hand was intended to be given to me.

I looked at the apple in my hand, and my smile was a bit far-fetched, why the hell are you so mean!

My indifference crumbled before him.

That night, the whole world accompanied me insomnia.

After that incident, I think he seems to have someone he likes.

But he told me that he won't fall in love in high school, even if he has someone he likes.

——Not even if there is someone I like.

This is the only reason for my composure.

After graduating from high school, Jiang An unexpectedly failed the exam. He said brotherly loyalty, the whole family wanted to immigrate to the Netherlands, but he insisted on staying with Jiang An.

At that time, I didn't know how to make him go abroad, saying that I would take care of Jiang An, gave up the chance of being recommended to Yale University, and studied at the University of Aeronautical Science and Technology.

When Cheng Huaqi left, he gave me a hug, feeling confused.

——Don’t think about brother after I leave.

--roll!Roll as far as you can.

I looked at his back, and suddenly wept helplessly, cursing in my heart, you really fucked off!

Fearing that he would see me in a mess, I turned around and ran away.

Damn, why did you cry?How cowardly.

Tears are salty and have no special taste, I find them bitter.

I don't know if he has turned back or not, I am a little bit looking forward to him finding my little love, but I am a little scared, afraid that he will find my little love.

Sure enough, I'm being mean.

The clouds in the sky are his foil, and I am just a passer-by in his life.

I'm just a passer-by in his life.

While I was in college, I accompanied Jiang An through those dark and dull years.

Sometimes, I hate Yun Shen very much. His behavior makes me conclude that he is a very irresponsible person.

But think about it carefully, among the four of us, apart from Cheng Huaqi, who is really happy?

One hurts one, one hurts another.

Two years later, Cheng Huaqi returned to this hometown, and I went to pick him up at the airport, and unexpectedly met Yun Shen at the airport.

He has changed a lot, he has more temperament, his expression is gentler, and his heart is more indifferent.

What a dramatic coincidence.

When I saw Cheng Huaqi again, he was dressed casually, and he gave me a smile that permeated the whole youth.

Until this moment, when I was drunk, I knew the wine was strong, and when I was awake, I knew the dream was empty, and I struggled hard from this dream that belonged to him and me.

That night, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that when the Secretary of the Youth League Branch taught us to write in the League Volunteer Letter, the head teacher smiled slightly.

We stand under the flag and swear, with a white and flawless smile in the sun.

At that time, what complicated thoughts did you have?

In fact, until now, I have been a little puzzled, why the apples in the transparent box on Christmas Eve were sent to the wrong place?

I smiled indifferently, and no longer recalled the past when I was young and ignorant.

1900 from Guangchengli