lame brain

Generally speaking, Jiang Yeqing and Fang Weiming lived happily together for the past few days.

It would be even better if the deskmate didn't force him to the front of the desk at seven o'clock every night to do winter vacation homework.

The scumbag student Jiang looked at the homework book spread out in front of him helplessly: he was addicted to studying and couldn't extricate himself.

He is not allowed to play games if he does not finish writing a unit every day!

Well, don't be cowardly and just do it.

Jiang Yeqing thought about it, and glanced at Fang Weiming, who was brushing his pen next to him. He couldn't stop after seeing this, and secretly stared at his tablemate under the desk lamp with a serious side face, feeling dazed, thinking that his deskmate was really serious. How to see how perfect.

Jiang Yeqing: Well, such a perfect person belongs to him, and there is no one happier than him.

He couldn't recall at all that half a year ago, he still regarded this person as "pretentious", "cold", and "the number one enemy in life".

A warm impulse rose naturally in his heart, and he called out, "At the same table at the same table, I listen to you so much, I have written my homework for so long, do you have to give me some reward~"

Fang Weiming paused at the tip of his pen, and saw through his tricks before he even turned his head. It is really a matter of experience from this person's tricks in the past two days.

Sure enough, when she turned her head, the pen was still in her hand, and the person opposite had already leaned over to kiss her.

As a result, he was pressed on the table and kissed for a long time. When the kiss was over, the pen in his hand had fallen out of nowhere, and he didn't even bother to look for it.

Afterwards, Fang Weiming looked at the lazy man with his face propped up on the opposite side, like a big cat eating and drinking, and then looked at the homework that had been fucked a lot on the table. intimate behavior.

But whether he can really put an end to it in the future is a good question.

Judging objectively from various aspects, there is a 90.00% possibility that there is no way.

His deskmate went to take a shower.

Jiang Yeqing leaned over the table and looked through Fang Weiming's homework, and then he found that it was not a winter homework given out at school, but probably an extracurricular homework bought by the deskmate himself. It does not affect his worship of Fang Weiming.

The words are so beautiful... Hey, the typesetting of the quizzes is also beautiful...

Summary: Worthy of being his deskmate!

Jiang Yeqing felt flattered that his deskmate was good at everything and was good at everything. Of course, the most correct thing his deskmate did was to find someone like him.

Jiang Yeqing resisted the urge to rush to the bathroom to take the man out for another kiss, turned around a few times, and swayed to the wooden shelf with photos on the other side of the study.

In fact, he had noticed the photos here a long time ago, but he never came to take a closer look.

There are quite a lot of them, and it is strange that these photos are either of a large group of people or alone. There are almost no family portraits or group photos that are most often displayed at home.

He looked all the way down, and first looked at the relatively large group photo, which was a graduation photo with a row of teachers in the front and a group of children in the back. Jiang Yeqing searched for his deskmate for a while, but he couldn't find it.

"××× Elementary School..." He muttered, and clicked his tongue, "Why does it sound familiar..."

Jiang Yeqing continued to read, ×× City Experimental Middle School... No, isn't this his junior high school!Looking at the name of the elementary school just now, he remembered that it was indeed the same name as his elementary school. Jiang Yeqing carefully scanned the names at the bottom, but did not find the name Fang Weiming.

Jiang Yeqing: Damn, it's fantasy... Then why did the deskmate have these two graduation photos?

He twitched his mind and searched, but he also couldn't find his name, and he didn't have these faces at all in his mind, so he shouldn't be in the same class as him at that time.

……

Fang Weiming yelled a few times and got no response, thinking that he had fallen asleep on the table again, so he went to the study in his pajamas, and saw Jiang Yeqing who was meditating in the photo.

At that time, he panicked, first he was afraid that his diary and boxes would also be found.

Glancing at the tidy study room, I realized that there shouldn't be any.

Fang Weiming immediately relaxed, and when he walked over, Jiang Yeqing happened to hear the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps turning around, "At the same table, this is your graduation photo? Why isn't your name under it? Tell me that I met you and became your tablemate." Pressing you in various places and various relatives... all this can't be my dream, right?"

Fang Weiming: "..."

Looking at his hidden broken face, he couldn't help but laugh, "No."

"That's good……"

"My name was not Fang Weiming before, but I changed it after I entered high school," Fang Weiming said.

"Yeah! Changing the name, I'm stupid, and there's this possibility... I was scared to death just now. I found out the paradox and thought I was in a dream all the time. A paradox appeared and I was about to wake up. Damn me Sometimes I really want to kneel down and sing to conquer my brain..." Jiang Yeqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to himself that the most fearful thing is that you are a fake, that is the real pill.

"If you think about it this way, aren't we in the same elementary school, the same junior high school, and the same high school? The fate was so deep when we didn't know each other, but it's a pity that we only became in the same class in high school. If it was earlier, we could have more It’s a pity that we’ve been in love for several years.”

That being said, Jiang Yeqing thinks about two people, one is in the circle of bullies and the other is in the circle of scumbags, he has always had a bad impression of him before, if this person is really standing in front of him now, He almost felt that they would be parallel lines for a lifetime.

Jiang Yeqing: Thank fate, thank God.

Fang Weiming whispered, "No..."

"what?"

"We had a class in elementary school. When we were in second grade, something happened at home... We took a year off from school, and then we skipped the first grade, but we are not in the same class as you." Fang Weiming looked at him. , There seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, he seemed to muster up the courage of his life before he continued, "My previous name was Zhou Fang."

"do you remember me?"

……

Zhou Fang?

Jiang Yeqing glanced at the graduation photo subconsciously, and found these two words on the far right of the name below.

He has some vague impressions, but it is too long ago, and his memory has become blurred.

Zhou Fang... Zhou Fang... Zhou Fang...

A voice seemed to appear in the memory, calling this name, it was his voice.

"Fang Fang!"

"Your name is so funny, do you know that there is a song dedicated to you?"

"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village~"

……

Jiang Yeqing remembered that the little boy was his first younger brother. Because he looked like a little girl, he loved to cry and was always bullied. After he stood up bravely, he accepted this younger brother.

In my memory, the face of the little boy with fair complexion but always red eyes seemed to overlap with the person in front of him.

Fang Weiming heard the man muttering "Fangfang..."

At that moment, it seemed that the burden that had weighed heavily on his shoulders for so many years was lifted in an instant, making him almost breathless.

The light that appeared in his world at the beginning has completely returned.

……

The scene I had dreamed repeatedly in my dream: the figure of the little hero who came riding on the auspicious clouds and rescued him from the marsh gradually faded away, and instead, what became clearer and more real was the standing The face of this tall and big boy in front of him.

【journal】

(The man is still by his side, sneaking out from the crack of the desk to write.)

Things to think about today:

When can I keep a diary openly and honestly.

……

(After I finished writing, when I wanted to remember it, someone was watching. I was too ashamed, and quickly crossed out the above few lines.)