Pay Attention to Me

Jiang Yao was not angry at all.

It was his own fault in the first place. Without permission, he touched the place that shouldn't be touched, and he deserved the scolding.At most, I felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that the brat talked too much, and no matter what, he should not be asked to find someone else.

But at the moment when Yin Che took the initiative to hold his hand, he lost his temper in an instant.

They haven't held hands yet.

Even the last time I was in the cafeteria, I just touched the back of my hand.

There has never been such a "large area" of skin-to-skin contact.

Heart pounding.

It was too dark around, and Jiang Yao couldn't see people clearly, so he pulled hard based on his feeling, and someone bumped into his chest.

He put his arm around the man's waist.

"Does it hurt?"

The hands of the two people were still intertwined, the person in their arms was not breathing steadily, and their faces were probably not very good-looking.

"...it's okay." Yin Che clenched his hands a little more, buried his head in his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Hold on for a while."

In the dark, the sensitivity of other senses is amplified, the sound echoing in the ear, the breath sprayed on the neck, and the temperature transmitted in the palm of the hand.

Sentimental and ignorant, infinite throbbing.

Jiang Yao never thought that holding hands would be such a torture: "Let go..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to push his feet again, and he was about to be scolded again.

But Yin Che didn't understand his mood, raised his other hand, and hugged him back for the first time: "I'll let you go if you don't get angry."

The voice is soft, a little coquettish.

Jiang Yao was so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven.

He really wanted to keep pretending, but Yin Che's hand trembled more and more obviously, as if he was forcing himself to touch him, he couldn't bear it, and consciously let go of his hand.

"Not angry, don't force it."

"Is that a reconciliation?"

"Well, we're reconciled."

Yun Che heaved a sigh of relief.

Another voice in the darkness also let out a sigh of relief.

"..."

"..."

Jiang Yao hugged the little rabbit who was close to him for a moment, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who? Don't play tricks, come out."

A candle was dimly lit two or three steps away from them, and the man could barely be seen clearly.

——with disheveled hair, blood dripping from under the eyes, and a long tongue sticking out.

"Two little brothers, this is a haunted house. What else can I do if I don't pretend to be a ghost?" The staff said helplessly, "I heard you two were so anxious to death for a long time that I didn't dare to breathe. Just make up, and we will be together again later." Quarrel, be more tolerant of each other, this kind of love can last forever..."

He dangled his tongue while talking, accidentally bit off his tongue.

The long bright red tongue fluttered down, made of plastic.

"Fuck! I'm going to deduct my wages! What should I do!" The staff paced around anxiously.

Jiang Yao hugged Yin Che together, watching him try to put his tongue back on.

"..."

"..."

The picture is scary and magical.

Finally, with their help, the tongue was finally put back.The staff thanked them repeatedly, and did not forget to tell them when they were parting: "In the future, discuss anything! Don't quarrel!"

Chen Yingying and the others ran out a long time ago, and waited for a long time at the exit: "Why haven't Jiang Yao and Brother Che come out yet? Don't you just faint in there?"

Zhang Ke: "How is that possible? Brother Che is almost as good as scaring ghosts."

After waiting for another ten minutes, the two came out slowly.

shoulder to shoulder.

"It's finally out, it's so dark inside." Jiang Yao stretched his waist, "Fortunately, Che Che is with me, so I love you."

"……roll."

The other three looked at each other in shock.

That's all right?What's going on inside? ?

Due to the well-planned route, their group played all the items they wanted to play before three o'clock, and walked back leisurely.

Passing the rest area near the gate of the amusement park, I saw their homeroom teacher sitting under a parasol with Zhang Jiaozhu, drinking pearl milk tea.

"I saw that all the students bought it, so I bought it. What's so good about it? It's so sweet, and the pearls are still hard." Teacher Zhang said while chewing on the pearls.

Old Wu understood better than him: "You can choose no sugar and no pearls. I think that's what the students in front of me ordered."

"Then there are only milk and tea left? I bought a carton of milk and poured it into my Longjing, is it the same?"

"Theoretically, this is the case..."

The normally strict and majestic teachers are now two ordinary middle-aged and elderly people, discussing seriously like children whether tea with milk is equal to tea with milk.

In the final analysis, whether it is a teacher or a student, the side shown in school is just one side.

It is not easy to fully understand a person.

At three o'clock sharp, the bus departs for school.

Many students bought souvenirs, the kind that can be seen everywhere in major tourist attractions, such as beaded or folding fans, expensive and unremarkable, but they can't stand the whim and impulsive consumption.

After all, the greatest significance of souvenirs is to commemorate.

Commemorate the experience, commemorate the time.

Chen Yingying couldn't finish her snacks. On the way back, she continued to serve from front to back until she reached the last row. Jiang Yao and Yin Che didn't want them, so they threw them all to Han Meng: "Here, give it back to you. Why do you give me so much? I can't finish eating."

"Don't give it back to me, share it with me, I can't eat it." Han Meng pushed the snack back, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, yes, this is for you."

"WTF?"

Han Meng took out a small box: "The bracelet I bought for good luck is said to have been opened."

"Is there something in the amusement park that has been illuminated? Who opened it, the owner of the small shop?" Chen Yingying looked at the foolish look, "Your money is too easy to cheat...and you are the most unlucky one, aren't you? Keep it to yourself."

"I originally wanted to wear it myself, but after I bought it, I found that Jiang Yao also had one in his hand. It made us look like a couple, and it was inappropriate."

Jiang Yao raised his hand in front of him, with a gray-brown bracelet tied on his left wrist, very righteously confirming Han Meng's words.

Chen Yingying didn't think much about it, she saw a few silver stars hanging on the pink bracelet, which was very pretty, so she accepted it: "As expected of you, such a girly style... okay, I will give you a gift some other day for you."

"Okay, thank you monitor."

Jiang Yao touched the person next to him: "Let me just say, it's better to tie your feet, it's not easy to match the same style with others...Hey, why do you eat my potato chips?"

Yin Che had never eaten cucumber-flavored potato chips. He tasted a piece and it tasted delicious. Hearing this, he handed the potato chips back: "I'll just eat one."

Jiang Yao smiled: "Just kidding, mine is yours, you can eat it anyway, do you like the taste of cucumber?"

Yin Che wanted to say it was okay, but Jiang Yao suddenly became nervous again, bumping his forehead against the back of the front seat, covering his face while bumping and saying:

"When I didn't ask, don't answer, don't answer."

……baffling.

Halfway through the bus, the noise in the car gradually subsided.

Wu Guozhong wanted to drop by to assign homework for tonight, but when he looked back, few of them were awake.

He smiled helplessly: "These children, just be quiet for now."

The driver master heard it and asked casually, "Teacher, how many years have you been teaching?"

Old Wu replied with a smile: "It has been more than 30 years, and I will retire after sending these children away."

"Oh, so this is the last session you lead?"

"Yes."

It is also the last spring outing with students.

There is no spring outing in the third year of high school. This is the last group outing for Class 1.

There will be many "last times" in life, and this is nothing. Unfortunately, many people do not know that this is the "last time" when they experience it.

Boys and girls of this age are somewhat heartless. I don't know why the teacher's eyes are so kind today, and I don't know how precious today is.

Perhaps many years later, they will recall that this day is the last time in their lives to go out with their high school classmates.

After that day, they continued to grow, parted ways at a certain intersection, went their own way, and never got together on a bus again.