I'll kiss you again

The next day is Friday, the last day of the week.

The classroom is filled with a cheerful atmosphere of welcoming the weekend.

Fei Jin crossed half of the classroom, and came to her former deskmate Zhou Zhe, who was far away from her, and routinely asked Zhou Zhe when her sister's trip ended.

Zhou Zhe propped his head lazily, and with the other hand he was performing fancy pen-twisters in a bored manner. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, "I don't know."

Fei Jin could see that she was in a bad mood, and asked suspiciously, "You've been weird since last night. That kid who sneaked into the classroom to beg for money, is really your brother who has been missing for many years?"

Zhou Zhe: "??"

She shouldn't be blindly confident and think that she can be friends with this kind of person.What's more, this person also covets her family's perfect sister. Even if Feng Nannan abducts Zhou Xian, she feels that Feng Nannan has taken advantage of it.

After the second class in the morning is a half-hour break.

Eye exercises It is impossible to do eye exercises.Only the cafeteria canteen is the best destination.

Zhou Zhe, together with Fei Jin and other hungry boys and girls, walked on the way to the canteen.

At the stairs, I met Feng Nannan.

Feng Nannan is even worse now.Since he took the initiative to find Feng Xiaotang a few days ago, Feng Xiaotang ruthlessly announced the decision to suspend the provision and cut her pocket money for a long time, and threatened and lured several piano shops, bars, and underground bands that had a good relationship with Feng Nannan to stop providing her with convenience. .

Feng Xiaotang didn't really like Feng Nannan's playing with these things. He turned a blind eye and closed his eyes when he didn't mess around before. Now he is fighting and smashing other people's property. In his opinion, he is playing with things and depraved. He must not continue. indulge.

At present, Feng Nannan, Zhou Zhe and others are looking forward to the band's New Year's performance, which can only be put on hold indefinitely.

However, Feng Nannan soon discovered that Zhou Zhe seemed more depressed than himself.

So she laughed.

"What's the matter, sister, why don't you tell me about something unhappy?"

Zhou Zhe put his hands in his pockets all the way, walking on the campus boulevard leading to the canteen, from outsiders, his expression was cool, even cooler than Feng Nannan, who was always more cool.

She asked Feng Nannan: "Am I your best friend? Do you have money? Can you lend me some?" The cruise ship model was a limited edition that was hard to get, and the missing parts couldn't be found, so they couldn't be sent to Feng Jingjing for what he wanted. Can she be happy with the presents.

The three consecutive questions that directly hit the soul caused Feng Nannan and Fei Jin to retreat a certain distance from both sides of the twists and turns.

Feng Nannan felt sad: "If you tell me about money now, it will really hurt your feelings."

Fei Jin nodded desperately: "Yeah!" His much-disliked mountain bike disappeared from the garage overnight, and now he can finally get a new one, and save money and money to impress his old father to sponsor him to replace it with the one he has wanted for a long time. The new car!

Zhou Zhe spread his hands innocently: "I'm done talking, are you happy now?"

Feng Nannan didn't expect that he dug a hole for himself, and buried her and Fei Jin in the hole with a few twists and turns.

She patted Zhou Zhe on the shoulder, "Everyone is a difficult sister, so don't embarrass each other."

Fei Towel: "Yes, yes, towel needs comfort."

Feng Nannan said disgustedly: "Shut up and you will."

Fei Jin: "I don't." Then he calmly talked about his recent mental journey.

When it comes to buying a car, Feng Nannan asked with interest: "Buy a car? What kind of car?"

Fei Towel: "Mountain bike, Charles Kelly750."

Feng Nannan: "Useless things."

Fei Jin: "How do you say that?"

Feng Nannan: "I thought you were going to buy a Maserati."

Fei Jin: "Maserati is average, Rolls-Royce is okay."

Feng Nannan: "I think the Volkswagen Phaeton is also good."

Fei Jin: "I don't like this, it's too cheap and doesn't suit my taste."

Seeing that the topic was going in a strange direction, Zhou Zhe had no choice but to stop it: "Wake up, can you two still buy spicy sticks?"

Feng Nannan and Fei Jin could only continue to face the reality that they could only buy a few packs of spicy sticks with their pocket money.

After coming out of the canteen, Feng Nannan went to talk to Xu Xing, a band member in the third year of high school, and let's go first.

Fei Jin had milk tea in his left hand and spicy noodles in his right. With a pack of crispy noodles stuffed in each pocket, he bumped into the math teacher head-on.

The math teacher's stern eyes scanned his business through the lens, and said: "The class representative comes with me and takes the test papers from yesterday's class."

Fei Jin hurriedly stuffed a mouthful of snacks and drinks that he hadn't opened in time into Zhou Zhe's hand, "Keep my legacy well, I may never return."

Said to catch up with the pace of the math teacher.

Zhou Zhe originally only carried a package of baked gluten and a cup of milk tea, but now the big pocket of his coat is stuffed with Fei Jin's snacks.

She thought, with her funny appearance now, it would be best not to meet Feng Jingjing.

I didn't expect to be afraid of anything.

Feng Jingjing came out of the teacher's office building.

Oncoming.

Zhou Zhe: "... hello."

Feng Jingjing was inevitably attracted by her pockets stuffed with spicy noodles, and laughed out loud: "Why alone?"

Zhou Zhe found an opportunity to restore his image, and explained with a sincere face: "Nan Nan and Fei Jin have something to do and left, I will help them bring food back."

Feng Jingjing's hair was blown tousled by the wind. Standing in the shade of a tree, she untied the hair rope, unhurriedly spread out her ink-like hair, turned her face slightly to smooth it out with her fingers, and then tied it up again.

Zhou Zhe couldn't help looking at this flourishing beauty, and subconsciously took a sip of the milk tea, it was so sweet, it was so sweet to his heart.

Feng Jingjing turned his face around, caught Zhou Zhe who was peeking at him, and asked with great interest: "What are you looking at me for?"

Zhou Zhe handed over the baked gluten on his left hand, trying to divert the conversation with food, and asked expectantly, "Do you want to eat?"

Feng Jingjing saw the flavor of cumin written on the package.

Take the initiative to reach out to feed with twists and turns, and enjoy the intimate interaction with the goddess.

She saw Feng Jingjing open her rosy lips, and she saw Feng Jingjing chewing.

Gradually, I saw tears flickering in Feng Jingjing's eyes.

Zhou Zhe was stunned.

Feng Jingjing's clear and beautiful eyes were full of mist, and said in a crying voice: "Isn't it written on the cumin flavor?"

Zhou Zhe confirmed it: "Yes."

After a while, he was surprised again: "You think it's very spicy, but are you afraid of it?"

Feng Jingjing nodded, her fair face was stained with a gorgeous blush, and her lips were as bright red as if they had been kissed hard.

Zhou Zhe saw more and more tears in her eyes, rolled out a drop and landed on the back of his hand, and hurriedly handed over his milk tea: "Drink milk tea quickly, milk tea relieves spicy heat!"

Feng Jingjing bit her hand on the straw, and another line of tears rolled down.

Facing adversity, he quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and opened it, held her face, and carefully wiped her tears.

Feng Jingjing raised his face slightly to cooperate with her movements, and saw the sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning in autumn fall from the cracks in the trees like fine gold.

Zhou Zhe gently and carefully wiped away her tears with one hand, and caressed her neck with the other, so close that he could see his frightened face reflected in her pupils.

"I'm sorry, don't cry, I was wrong." She also cried a little anxiously, "Really don't cry anymore."

Feng Jingjing didn't rush to make a statement, but was expecting, "Why don't you tell me not to cry?"

Zhou Zhe frowned, and blurted out: "Because it hurts me to see it." Even though he knew it was just physical tears.