Bamboo horses can't always catch up

Fuck it, all the beatings are invisible, and I don't know where my teacher came from, which caused me internal injuries!It hurts to move! "

It looked like he was talking to someone, Fang Xiaomiao cautiously moved up, pulled over the stool and sat on the side, looking at him worriedly.

A girl's laughter came from the chat group: "It's okay, just take care of it. By the way, the son you offended today was really Gu Qifeng's son? Have you met Gu Qifeng? Do you want to sign?"

"I want it, but the little ancestor still refuses to give it."

"Little ancestor?" Another voice said, "Gu Tong? My mother, hahahaha, if you don't know your name, you might think you like him too."

Fang Xiaomiao immediately became vigilant.

Does Zhen Jing have someone he likes?

He took out his mobile phone and quickly typed the words "A Jing fights and likes Gu Tong" on Fanfen's Diary.

Zhen Jing chatted with the people in the group for a while, became thirsty, and told Fang Xiaomiao: "Meow, pour a glass of water for brother."

Fang Xiaomiao hurriedly poured him a glass of water and put it on the bedside.

Zhen Jing suddenly looked at him.

Fang Xiaomiao quickly touched her face, Zhen Jing thought about it, then turned around suddenly, just in time to hear someone discussing again: "Who, what do you mean by Gu Tong and Lang Yi just now?"

"What are you talking about? I think you are thinking about it."

"What do you know? I don't believe what Lang Yi said when he saw Gu Tong like that. When Ah Jing was about to beat Gu Tong, Lang Yi was furious, as if he had killed him."

"Pfft... break his life..."

Seeing that they were going to talk nonsense, Zhen Jing hurriedly said, "Shut up, they all graduated from key colleges, can you talk about high quality?"

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

"Wait, when it comes to the two of them, don't you want to think about how we, Ah Jing, have treated his younger brother?"

"Isn't it right for an elder brother to protect a younger brother?"

"Stupid, he's not his real brother."

Zhen Jing interjected unhappily: "Can I be my own brother?"

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Fang Miao. He was frowning and writing something, and he didn't pay attention to it at all. Zhen Jing was a little annoyed, and said:

The author has something to say: "Stop talking, hang up."

After hanging up the chat, Zhen Jing turned over and said, "What are you doing?"

"You, did you fight with someone?" Fang Xiaomiao raised her eyes immediately.

"That's right, that kid Lang Yi... Tsk, his hands are so fucking dark."

He had forgotten most of what he heard just now, looked at the editor's diary, found out the key point, and said, "Who is Gu Tong?"

"..." Zhen Jing said: "My buddy, he had a fight, and he even bought me milk, so we have a good relationship."

"The relationship is good..."

Fang Miao silently added brackets after Gu Tong's name, and entered the word "rival in love".

☆、3、Little fans

Fang Miao's plan to run over to find Gu Tong to confess on the radio station was a "smart plan" that he thought of for a long time.

The purpose was to make Gu Tong notice him and fall in love with him, but unfortunately his plan failed in the end.

Fang, who planned to hang around Gu Tong often, often forgot about it. Sometimes he passed Gu Tong several times before he remembered it, but it was too late.

Zhen Jing was admitted to the best university in the city, famous brand, important point, if any child is admitted to this university, it is something that can be shown off.

Because Zhen Jing had lost contact with Gu Tong, the little fan quickly turned his attention away from Gu Tong.

When seeing Zhen Jing again, the little fan ran over and told him his plan without shame: "I want to go to the same university as you!"

Zhen Jing was speechless for a while, and silently patted his head

Fang Miao didn't see his lack of confidence in herself, so she rubbed his palm happily, and continued: "In this way, I will be a freshman when you are in your senior year, and we can go to school together for a year."

Zhen Jing was helpless: "You want to go to school with me so much?"

"Think about it." Fang Miao said immediately, but felt that it was not enough, and added in a low voice: "I want to die."

Zhen Jing didn't know what expression to show him, so he sighed and cheered him up: "I believe you will."

The little fan who was cheered up by the idol was deeply encouraged, "When I am admitted to the same university as you, you promise me one thing, will it work?"

"what's up?"

The little fan was arrogant, and he didn't look like he was asking for a promise at all: "I'll say it only after you promise."

Zhen Jing scratched him on his leg, the little fan was very ticklish, he couldn't straighten up his waist laughing at his scratch, he threw himself on his leg, Zhen Jing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Should you tell me?"

The little fan was quite angry: "No, don't say it!"

Zhen Jing narrowed his eyes and continued scratching.

"Hahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha hal ..." The younger brother gradually laughed and couldn't breathe, and finally begged for mercy: "I said, I said, Brother A Jing ... don't get me, hahaha ... oh ... "

Zhen Jing took out a piece of paper and asked him to wipe the snot from his accidental laughter. The little fan felt very ashamed, covered his nose depressedly and said, "Look, it's all your fault..."

Zhen Jing took out several pieces of paper, grabbed his nose and blew it hard, and threw it directly into the trash can, "Come on, it's clean."

The little fan was stunned with his red nose, and his face turned red.

"Why are you blushing?" Zhen Jing snorted his head and said, "Falling in love with me?"

The little fan blushed instantly, and stammered, "Ben, I love you!"

Zhen Jing: "..."

The little fan looked at him unblinkingly, and said in surprise: "Ah Jing, why are you blushing?"

"I was scared by you." Zhen Jing's heart was beating wildly, feeling quite shameless, he casually grabbed an ice grape and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "You haven't said anything yet? What's the matter?"

The little fan didn't think about his blushing for a moment, and he just blushed. He adjusted his state a little, and said, "When I am admitted to the university you are in, you will be my husband."

Zhen Jing: "...cough cough cough!"

Raisin seed stuck in his throat.

The little fan stretched out his claws and patted him vigorously, and looked at him with round eyes without blinking: "Ah Jing, don't you want to?"

"My mother..." Zhen Jing looked at him for a while, thinking, a little idiot is a little idiot, look at the bullshit conditions mentioned here, but he was a little surprised... It seems that his brain is flooded, who knows How long can Fang Xiaomiao remember?Guaranteed to forget tomorrow.

Zhen Jing retracted what he wanted to curse, and nodded deeply.

The little fan was pleasantly surprised: "Ah Jing, did you agree?"

"Yeah." Zhen Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "But I think you may not be able to do it."

The little fan curled his lips, very unhappy to be despised: "Whatever you think, anyway, I can definitely do it."

Zhen Jing thought it was funny, and pulled Fang Miao who was about to leave: "That's why you want to be my wife?"

"How cool is it to have an idol as your husband, many people on Weibo think so."

Zhen Jing suddenly felt that he might have made a mistake.

After that, Fang Miao continued to study and live seriously. Every day, he would regularly look through his memo and look at the records on it.

Say it silently every day: "Ah Jing will be my husband when I am admitted to B University!"

I am full of energy every day, and I am full of energy when I go to school.

When she was a sophomore, Zhen Jing suddenly wanted to go abroad as an exchange student. After receiving the news, Fang Xiaomiao ran towards Zhen's house on her Mars rover. When she got there, she saw her wearing shorts and sitting in the living room watching TV. Zhen Jing who was eating melons.

The little fan had a sore nose, and tears fell first: "Ah Jing, Ah Jing..."

"What, what are you doing?" Zhen Jing was stupefied by his pounce, the melon was lifted high, and the juice was still dripping down, so it had to fall on his school uniform.

"You're going abroad, and I can't go to school with you..."

Zhen Jing patted his head slowly, put the unfinished melon on the table, and said, "Who said I'm going abroad?"

The little fan suddenly sat up straight, "Huh?"

"Who did you hear it from?"

"That... that sister."

"Which sister?"

"That, that..." Fang Miao couldn't remember it after describing it for a long time, so she quickly took out her phone and showed it to Zhen Jing.He joined Zhen Jing's discussion group, where discussions about exchange students were in full swing.

Zhen Jing turned up the chat history, found his name, and said word by word: "'If Ah Jing also applies for an exchange student, he will definitely be able to pass.'...So, which eye did you see me with? Going abroad? Did I say I want to apply?"

Fang Miao scratched her head, showing a relieved expression, and said with a smile: "Then I was wrong."

"……so stupid."

Although Zhen Jing did not go abroad, she made female friends.

Fang Miao accidentally saw a stranger being pulled into the discussion group, and then heard a message from Zhen Jing, with a photo of the two of them together: "New friend, come out to play together some other day."

The discussion group exploded in an instant: "Oh! Ah Jing, your father won't stop you from falling in love?"

"Sister-in-law, right? Hello, sister-in-law! My sister-in-law is so beautiful!"

"Ah Jing is still too slow to start, I found it in my freshman year!"

"Ah Jing, be careful, this time I found him, I guess he is going to get married?"

"Hey, you guys, you said you're new friends, you're all fucking blind, right?"

Fang Xiaomiao withdrew from the discussion group.

Suddenly, such a news came out during the heated discussion, and everyone fell silent for a while.

Zhen Jing, who has been paying close attention to the situation of the little fan, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously jumped to the dialog box for private chat with the little fan: "Meow?"

The message could not be sent, you have been blacklisted by the other party.

Zhen Jing: "??????"

The message could not be sent, you have been blacklisted by the other party.

Zhen Jing: "..."

Zhen Jing slowed down a little, originally thought that the little fan would definitely take the initiative to chat with him, after all, he had been his idol for so many years, but the little fan never came.

The first day passed without any text messages and missed calls on the phone.

The next day passed without any text messages or missed calls on the phone.

Day three...

...a week has passed.

Zhen Jing is close to home, although he doesn't want to, but his father insists on him going home to report the situation every week, Zhen Jing really doesn't know what to report.

For the first time, Zhen Jing, who usually finds reasons to delay returning home, quickly packed up his things and rushed home. The first thing he did was to ride a motorcycle to Fang Miao's house.

When he arrived at the place, Fang's mother greeted him with a smile: "Ah Jing, are you here to find Miaomiao?"

Fang's mother spoke softly, and every time she called Miaomiao, her pronunciation was very soft, like meow. Over time, everyone felt that meow was effortless, so they all called it that way.

Zhen Jing hummed and asked, "Is he at home?"

"Here." Fang's mother said, put down the sprinkler for watering the flowers, and said to Zhen Jing who came over: "But this child has some memory problems, you may have to be mentally prepared."

"What, what's the problem?"

Fang Ma hesitated and said softly: "He forgot about your family."

Zhen Jing: "???"

What did he do to be sorry for him? He even forgot his whole family?

Fang Miao was lying on the table reading a book at the moment, studying still very seriously and strenuously, Zhen Jing stood outside and watched for a while, then reached out and knocked on the door.

Fang Miao looked back at him, stunned for a moment, and said, "Didn't my mother say to invite auntie? Why did you invite a man?"

Zhen Jing: "..."

But it seems to be just right, there is no pressure to use it, Fang Miao thought, and his eyes lit up: "I want to eat apples, you can bring me two, cut into pieces, and eat with bamboo sticks."

So fucking fastidious.Zhen Jing was furious. He, a famous college student, looked so much like a housekeeper?

He went downstairs silently and took two apples for him. When he was about to walk up, he turned back and went back to the kitchen. He cut them into pieces impatiently, took two bamboo sticks and stuck them in, and ate them Bring it up to him.

The little fan was flipping through the book, turned his face to see him eating an apple with a fork, and was immediately very upset: "Why are you eating my apple?"

Zhen Jing chewed it viciously, chewed it, swallowed it, and said with a sneer, "I just ate it, what's the matter?"

The little fan shivered in fright and didn't dare to say anything.

Zhen Jing took a chair and sat down in front of him, and said with a cold face: "Forget about me?"

Fang Miao looked at him blankly.

Zhen Jing said: "My husband can forget, it's amazing."

Fang Miao's eyes widened, and she pointed at him with her thin fingers, not daring to straighten her elbows: "You you you...how are you talking!"

"Didn't you say that the one who was admitted to University B will be my wife? Don't you have confidence?"

"Who said that?" Fang Miao's face flushed with anger, and she pointed her finger at him: "Go, go, or I will tell my mother to fire you."

Zhen Jing grabbed his fingers and leaned up to kiss his lips.

Fang Miao was trembling for a moment, tears rolled in her eyes, Zhen Jing put his arms around his legs, thinking that he looked good when he was crying, it was painful: "Why are you crying? What the hell is your brain doing? Did you see what I said at the time? Huh?"

She's already fucking appointed him to be her husband, yet she dared to forget him in a blink of an eye, she's so fucking hearted.

But this child really hugs

The author has something to say: Comfortable, Zhen Jing hugged people and thought, if he can really get admitted to that school, he can try with him... If he can’t pass the exam, let’s make it difficult, it’s more intelligent to be with idiots no.

Zhen Jing looked at the person in his arms, and found that he was still aggrieved and frightened, and was stunned for a moment: "I said you... really forgot about me?"

……Grass!

☆、4、Little fans

Fang Miao just forgot about him.

What else can Zhen Jing say?

Is this his fault?

Fang Xiaomiao's own brain circuit is not connected properly, can he be blamed?

But why, just with such a little bit of guilt?

He looked at Fang Xiaomiao, who was hugged on his lap compulsively, and said after a while: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I'm the one who didn't tell you that I like you in time, is it done?"

Fang Xiaomiao flattened her mouth and cried.

Zhen Jing smiled, thinking, it seems that he is really pretending, the brat really frightened him, he almost believed it.Look at what he just said that moved me, tsk.

Fang Xiaomiao said: "You, who are you?" It was scary to speak so nasty.

Zhen Jing's smiling face froze.

He stared at Fang Xiaomiao coldly for a while, then slowly said: "Oh, I was reading the lyrics just now."

Fang Xiaomiao looked at him like he was insane.

Zhen Jing felt sad for a while.

If he had told Fang Xiaomiao this sentence back then, he might have been so excited.

Fang Miao tentatively slid off his lap, observed his face carefully, and then ran towards the door quickly, but was grabbed by the collar just as she was about to step out.

Turning his face, he saw a gloomy face: "Don't go, I'm your tutor."

Fang Xiaomiao: "...Meow?"

Zhen Jing curled his mouth, slipped him back with one hand and sat down at the table, and said, "100 yuan an hour, just to ensure that you don't regress, do you want to teach?"

Fang Xiaomiao frowned: "I am the last one now."

Zhen Jing looked at him and then at him again, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fang Miao blushed for a while and her heart beat, this person really smiled so sweetly!Really, I can't hate it at all!

"Then it's free for the time being, how about you give me 100 yuan for the first place?"

Fang's mother took out the dried clothes and came up, just passing by the door of Fang Miao's room. After hearing this, she poked her head and smiled: "If you can make him advance one place, I can give you a thousand!"

Fang Miao immediately said: "It's too expensive!"

Fang Ma said with a smile: "If you can make progress, ten thousand is not expensive."

Fang Miao frowned again, he felt as if he had forgotten something, for example: "Mom! Is this person really the tutor you hired for me?"

Fang's mother said without turning her head: "Yes, work hard, let Ah Jing make up for you, and see if you can get a B major like him."

Fang Miao turned her face away, and said in surprise, "Are you so good?"

Zhen Jing sighed and said, "It's okay."

Fang Miao was fascinated by inertial pretence again, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Then, will you teach me with your heart?"

"Of course." Zhen Jing sat beside him, looked at his handwriting, and clicked his tongue: "The handwriting is really ugly, like a primary school student."

Before Fang Miao could speak, Zhen Jing smiled and said, "I'll write it for you to read."

After finishing writing, Fang Miao stared at his writing for a while, then murmured: "It's so beautiful..."

Zhen Jing stood up and said, "I'll teach you how to write."

He came up to hug him, held Fang Miao's with his big strong hand, and immediately sensed Fang Miao's emotion, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I will teach you how to write better."

"Write, write so beautifully, why?"

"The college entrance examination gives extra points."

"Really?"

"Really." Zhen Jing bent down lightly, put his face close to his, and moved together while holding his hand.Fang Miao's hand was involuntarily held and slid by him, and he whispered: "Does this really work?"

"Of course it worked."

Fang Miao began to write seriously as he squeezed his hand.

Unaware of it at all, Brother Ah Jing had already started to look sideways at his side face, and when the last stroke was finished, he kissed his cheek fiercely.

Fang Miao yelled, and glared at him with wide eyes: "You man, why are you like this?"

"you are so cute."

Fang Miao: "..."

"Blushing is cuter."

Fang Miao blushed even more, and Zhen Jing couldn't help laughing.

Although I really don't want to admit it, Fang Xiaomiao's becoming like this has a lot to do with him.

According to Fang's mother, Fang Xiaomiao just cried a lot at that time, and when she woke up again, she completely forgot about Zhen Jing and his family.

Seeing Zhen Jing's embarrassed face, Fang's mother patted him and comforted him: "Don't worry, this kid even forgot me and his father once because he didn't do well in the exam."

"Did you remember later?"

"I remembered." Fang's mother smiled and said, "Later, I passed the exam, and when I came back, I took the initiative to call my parents."

Then, Zhen Jing boldly guessed, could it be that the reason why Fang Xiaomiao forgot about him was also because he lacked self-confidence?Think you can't keep that promise?

Zhen Jing raised his eyebrows.

No matter what he thinks, Zhen Jing still actively starts running to Fang Miao's house, giving him lectures, and often buying some of his favorite food.

One day when Fang Miao came home from school, he saw Zhen Jing leaning on the heavy machine smoking a cigarette as soon as he walked out of the school gate. Passing the cigarette dangling from Zhen Jing's mouth, he threw it on the ground, and then stomped on it twice.

After stepping on it, he raised his head and saw that Zhen Jing was staring at him deeply, swallowing his saliva immediately: "I, I told your mother, you smoke."

But Zhen Jing laughed all of a sudden, "Yes, no smoking, come, come up, brother will take you for a ride."

Fang Miao didn't dare to go up, he felt that Zhen Jing might take him to the field to dig a pit and bury him alive.

Because according to his observation in the past two days, several of Zhen Jing's friends are bad young men and women, if his mother hadn't told him that Zhen Jing was a famous college student, he would definitely think him a social gangster.

Seeing that he was not coming, Zhen Jing looked over displeased.

Fang Miao saw it, secretly thought that his guess was right, and ran away immediately.

Before taking two steps, Zhen Jing picked it up and threw it directly onto the motorcycle. The man stood in front of him, and said with an oppressive expression: "Don't move, sit down, and I'll take you shopping."

"Shopping, shopping?"

"Yeah." Zhen Jing straightened the motorcycle, straddled it, and threatened him again: "If you dare to go down, I will hit you to death."

Fang Xiaomiao, who was secretly trying to climb down, suddenly didn't dare to move.

Silently took out his mobile phone and pressed 110, ready to press the dial button as soon as Zhen Jing left the city center.

Zhen Jing glanced at him from the rearview mirror and laughed.

The car stopped at the entrance of the mall.

Fang Xiaomiao still hugged his waist and refused to come down, her little paws secretly rubbed and slid. If Zhen Jing was ticklish, he would have been in several car accidents long ago.

He waited patiently for a while, and finally waited until Fang Miao climbed down by himself.

Brat, even if he loses his memory, he still doesn't change his mind.

After Zhen Jing parked the car, he reached out and grabbed his hand. Fang Miao ran after him: "Why are you going?"

"Buy a diary."

"Huh?" Fang Miao reached out to grab him with both hands, raised her head and asked, "Why buy that?"

"write diary."

"I seem to have a software for writing a diary." Fang Xiaomiao retracted one hand and took out the phone. It was too thick, and it took a long time to take it out. After searching for a long time to find the software, she hurriedly raised her head and gave him Amway: "Fanfen Diary !"

Zhen Jing suddenly stopped.

Fang Xiaomiao's raised chin hit him hard on the shoulder, and she almost dislocated with a bang: "What are you doing? Stop suddenly..."

Zhen Jing took his mobile phone, saw that he was holding his chin with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pull him over: "What's wrong? Let me check, it's all right,... Chirp, it'll be fine this way."

Fang Xiaomiao covered her chin again with a look of horror: "You, you kissed me again?!"

"You still remember the last time I kissed you." Zhen Jing said with a half-smile: "How is it, my kiss doesn't hurt, does it?"

Fang Xiaomiao didn't say a word.

Zhen Jing dragged him to continue walking, flipping through his fan diary while walking.

The page of this software is pink and tender, and it also has a small cartoon pattern. The most terrifying thing is that there is even a test aunt... Zhen Jing turned his face to look at Fang Xiaomiao, and laughed again.

Fang Xiaomiao's chaotic brain instantly woke up, and she glanced at him in horror.

Zhen Jing looked away and continued to flip through the diary.

I probably forgot all about it. Fang Xiaomiao's diary has not been written since she quit the discussion group that day, but there are many interesting things ahead.

Fang Xiaomiao's diary, Zhen Jing, actually doesn't quite understand it, because most of it is a sentence or a word, occasionally accompanied by a picture, but it is not written every day, it is probably the kind that is just remembered.

So Zhen Jing found the diary about the agreement without any difficulty.

——Ah Jing said he wanted to be my husband!

——A Jing will be my husband when I get admitted to B University! !

——Today is also full of energy!come on! Come on!I am talented!Meow meow meow!

……

Zhen Jing laughed maliciously.

If Fang Xiaomiao hadn't mentioned this software, Zhen Jing would never have thought that he would use this to write it down.

With a little force on Zhen Jing's hand, he immediately wrapped the little fan in his arms, and the little fan continued to look at him with frightened eyes.

"What is this?" Zhen Jing showed it to him and said, "Look at this, do you remember anything?"

The little fan scratched his head and said blankly: "Did I write it?"

"Is anyone else writing this?"

"...Who knows if it's your trick." The little fan said, "Are you secretly in love with me?"

Zhen Jing looked at his small face deliberately approaching, couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Yes."

The little fan originally wanted to tease him on purpose, but his face was too tender, so he blushed first.

Zhen Jing put the phone back into his pocket, continued to hug him, and said: "It's okay to forget the past, I will help you write a diary every day in the future, from now on, you are not allowed to forget me again."

As he said, the hand around the little fan's shoulder gently pinched his face from the other side: "Did you hear clearly?"

Fang Xiaomiao put on a sad expression: "It's so cruel, you love me so much, but I forget you."

Zhen Jing was silent for a while, and said, "Yes."

When we arrived at the stationery store, the little fan couldn't put it down because of the beautiful casing of the book. Zhen Jing picked out two cipher books at random, and dragged him to pay. , These two took notes, this one copied lyrics, this one memorized good words and sentences, this one was blank, you can draw pencil drawings..." He took out his pockets, then suddenly raised his head and called, "Brother Ah Jing, I don't have any money with me. "

Zhen Jing's heart felt as if it had been brushed by a feather, itching for a moment, he said lightly: "Let's pay together."

Out of the stationery store, the little fan caught up with Zhen Jing who was still striding forward with a shopping bag in his hand: "Go home and ask my mother for the money back."

"No, it's not much." Zhen Jing said, "What do you want to eat?"

"want!"

"Haagen-Dazs?"

"Ok!"

"Love

The author has something to say: I invite him to eat Haagen-Dazs..." Zhen Jing said thoughtfully, then turned his face and said: "Please eat. "

At a loss, the little fan stood at attention, raised his chest, blushed and stammered, "...um, oh."

Zhen Jing reached out and rubbed his head.

☆、5、Little fans

Fang Miao and Zhen Jing sat together to eat Haagen-Dazs.

Zhen Jing only wanted one portion on the grounds that he didn't like sweets, Fang Xiaomiao carefully licked it with a small spoon, but Zhen Jing told him: "It's too cold, don't eat so much."

Fang Miao glanced at him, and Zhen Jing said calmly, "Give me a bite."

"I'm eating!"

Zhen Jing leaned over without saying a word, and raised his eyebrows at him.

Fang Miao swallowed her saliva and said, "Just, just one bite..."

In fact, he wasn't afraid of Zhen Jing, but he just felt that the two of them were too ambiguous.

Zhen Jing really only took one bite. He took out his diary and spread it out on the table, took out a pen from Fang Miao's schoolbag, and wrote a date on it.

Fang Miao probed curiously, but he knocked on the forehead: "What's the hurry, I wrote it for you."

"Really?"

"Of course." Zhen Jing smiled slightly, pressed the paper of the password book with his slender fingers, and the tip of the ballpoint pen slid on it.

Fang Miao's eyes subconsciously fixed on his hands.

...It's so strange, they all have Wu Gen's fingers, why does Ah Jing's handwriting look better than his?Fang Miao is very jealous of people who write well.

Zhen Jing looked up at him suddenly: "Have you finished eating? You write one too."

"Ah?" Fang Miao, who had been waiting to read the diary he wrote, said, "I want to write too?"

"Of course." Zhen Jing pushed another codebook over.

"Write what?"

"Anything is fine, whatever you want." Zhen Jing turned his pen and said, "We will exchange diaries in a month."

"Pass, exchange diaries?"

"Yes, every other month, I will exchange with you. I will call every day to urge you to write a diary. You must write it. You cannot write words or sentences. Each diary entry...at least two hundred words."

"Two hundred... Fang Miao said blankly: "Too, too strong..."

Zhen Jing sneered.

Fang Xiaomiao said timidly: "I'll just write..."

Zhen Jing's face changed quickly, and he immediately raised a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, and gently rubbed his head.

After leaving the shopping mall, Zhen Jing sent him home, handed him the notebook he bought, and said, "See you tomorrow, remember to write a diary."

The motorcycle went away with the roar, and Fang Miao walked home in a dull mood. After returning to the room, he threw the book on the bed, opened the code book and sent it for a while, took off the cap of the pen and began to write on it.

Even though I wrote it very carefully, Fang Miao still cried because of them after putting a line of words on the paper and slowly writing them out.

Zhen Jing just called and asked, "How is it? Are you writing?"

"...can you not write by hand?"

"What? The handwriting is too ugly?" Zhen Jing caught the words, and the little fan cried and said, "I think my handwriting is an insult to the beautiful little book."

"That's it... how about the voice, and record a voice for me every day, no less than [-] words, how about it?"

Fang Miao's eyes lit up, and she agreed, "Okay! Then shall I give it to you today?"

Zhen Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

A few minutes later, Zhen Jing received an attachment. He put on the earphones in a happy mood, and his face slowly sank.

The little fan's voice said: "Happy happy happy today..."

No more, no less, exactly [-] characters.

Fang Miao fell asleep after recording the voice, and Zhen Jing did not express dissatisfaction in the follow-up.The temperature suddenly dropped the next day, so the little fan sent the "diary" of the day early in the morning: "It's so cold, it's so cold, I don't want to get up, don't want to get up, don't want to get up..."

Hey, it seems that there are a few more words.

The little fan wrapped up his clothes and ate breakfast. After finishing, he asked his mother to send him to school, and spent the whole day happily. After school in the afternoon, he found that Zhen Jing was seducing the little fans at the school gate again.

Fang Miao reached out and rubbed her nose, pulled the strap of her schoolbag and ran over to greet him: "I won't take your car anymore, it's too cold, it's better to walk back."

Zhen Jing took off the gloves and handed them to him, Fang Miao was puzzled: "Why?"

"Put it on."

The little fan's heart thumped twice, and he took it and put it on his hand. The inside was covered with warmth by Zhen Jing, and his cold hands felt warm the moment he put it on.

Just as he raised his head to thank him, a helmet was already put on his head.

Zhen Jing asked him, "Where's the scarf?"

"...forgot, it seems to have been thrown in the classroom, I'll go back and get it."

"Forget it." Zhen Jing took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around him, saying: "I told your mother that I will pick you up, and I won't ride this bike tomorrow."

Fang Miao hugged his waist and stepped up, and asked happily, "Ah Jing, do you really like me?"

Zhen Jing ignored him.

The little fan moved his hand on his waist again.

Zhen Jing brought him to the river, and the wind whistled with a sound. The little fan straddled on it and looked around suspiciously, wondering: "What are you doing here?"

"Come down."

Fang Miao heard that his voice was wrong, so she quickly stepped down from above and stood aside.

Zhen Jing parked the car and turned to look at him, stretched out his hand to brush his messy hair, raised his eyebrows and said: "You didn't take my words seriously, did you?"

Fang Miao took a step back, frightened: "Brother Ah Jing..."

Zhen Jing stretched out his long arms and pulled him directly to his side, saying: "Dare to perfunctory me? Huh?"

"no no……"

"Face me, tell me about yesterday and today's diary."

Where to say it!He almost forgot about it a long time ago, okay?

Fang Miao was nervous and didn't say a word. The guy wearing a helmet and scarf circled around several times looked stupid and cute. Zhen Jing guessed it all at once: "Forgot?"

Fang Miao struggled to recall, and in order to make up the number of words, he kept adding brother to his name: "Brother Ajing, take me home, brother Ajing told me to write a diary, brother Ajing said he wanted me to record, I will I recorded it for brother Ajing, brother Ajing..."

It seems to be gone.

Zhen Jing wanted to laugh, so he interrupted him with a stern face, and said, "Forget about it yesterday, let's talk about today, do you have anything to say?"

Fang Miao was very wronged and had nothing to say today.

Zhen Jing moved suddenly, wrapped his arms around his waist, and took off the hat on his head with the other. The ears, face and head were suddenly exposed to the cold air. Fang Miao hooked his neck and wanted to get into the helmet again.

As a result, the man dropped the helmet, bowed his head and kissed him.

When the lips touched, Fang Xiaomiao's head exploded suddenly, and all the blood rushed to her cheeks. The skin on her face, which was still cold with goosebumps, suddenly became hot and bloodshot, and the circles of her eyes turned red.

Zhen Jing covered his ears with both hands, and the moment his lips were pressed against him, his tongue stuck out, slipping away his lips slipperily and forcefully, prying open his teeth, and found his frightened, cold face. Tongue.

The wind passed by, making a strange humming sound.

Fang Xiaomiao's tongue was gradually numb from his suction, and she wanted to push it away but was reluctant, so she poked him gently with her gloved fingers reservedly.

Zhen Jing separated a little, tapped his lips several times in a row, and then whispered: "Have you said something now? Tell me how it feels to be kissed by me? It should not be less than three hundred words."

Fang Miao stared at him blankly, tears slowly rolled in her eyes, and said slowly: "No, no..."

"I don't feel it?" Zhen Jing smiled lightly, and felt that his eyes were so cute when his eye circles were red, so he couldn't help asking softly: "Then kiss again."

After the lips parted again, Zhen Jing looked at him: "How is it? Do you feel it?"

"It seems, no..."

Zhen Jing kissed him again.

Fang Xiaomiao's brain finally came to his senses gradually.

Zhen Jing gasped slightly and left, he felt that if he kissed again, he would take Fang Xiaomiao directly to the hotel