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At the end of August, Tong Qiu's school will start soon, and Si Ji's small painting class will also end.

Parents were invited to the class on the last day, and a teaching achievement report was made.In fact, it is to hang up the children's works in the classroom for everyone to watch together, and perform the dances and nursery rhymes they have learned, and then give each a certificate and a little red flower.

Homeroom teacher Si Ji, life teacher Ma Sheng, and special guest Principal Zuo witnessed this important moment.

Everyone was very excited when the prize was handed out, and they held it in their hands as soon as they got it.Towards the end, Si Ji was so noisy that his brain hurt, and he laughed exaggeratedly while rubbing his head.At this time Yuanyuan ran over with small steps and asked him what was wrong, Si Ji replied that he was dizzy.Yuanyuan stared at him with big eyes, struggled for a while, and put her palms together like holding a fragile flower: "Then you faint in my hand, I will catch you. "

Si Ji was stunned, and immediately waved away Zuo Yan, who was watching the fun, carefully bent down, touched those little hands with his head, then straightened up abruptly, as if resurrected on the spot: "Okay , not dizzy at all!"

Yuanyuan squinted her eyes with joy, and her face wrinkled into a ball.

At the end, Zuo Yan and Si Ji stayed behind to lock the door.Si Ji was a little lost as his hands slid along the notes and snowflakes on the wall.When he came to a snowman with a nose the size of a carrot, Zuo Yan asked him what was wrong.

Si Ji puffed up half of his cheeks: "Ask the question knowingly. I can't bear it, it's like a dream. By the way, I dreamed of the stars when I went to bed last night."

"Piece by piece?"

"Yes, the ones folded out of paper, each as big as a palm. You put them on a thread, and hang them one by one in my sky, shining brightly."

He has a very bright and idiotic smile.Zuo Yan praised him: "The idea is very good. You should draw it and hang it on the wall, and compete with the children."

Si Ji looked at the smile lines in the corners of his eyes, and suddenly remembered the situation when Yuanyuan's father came to talk to Zuo Yan just now.The other party was a white-collar worker who was divorced, and Yuanyuan followed him.He can't comb his hair, and every time he has to ask an old aunt who lives next door.Yuanyuan hated him, and she especially hoped to have a powerful father who could braid her hair.She used Zuo Yan to shame her father more than once at home.

"Usually, it's really troublesome for you. Fortunately, winter is coming soon, so you don't need to braid your hair." Finally, Yuanyuan's father said so with relief.

But obviously the summer is not over yet, so it's a bit early to be happy.

And Zuo Yan would definitely not find it annoying.

In the evening, the two of them made an appointment to have dinner together, and Zuo Yan's other friend, Lao Gao, also came together.Lao Gao is a wine seller, and he speaks well.The boss in the next city who runs the wine care business changed three places a year, and when it comes to a girl who recently broke up with him because she bought the wrong color of a bag.Zuo Yan sang with him at the wine table, and he was also very hooligan.Seeing him rolling up his sleeves and drinking with the old man, Si Ji suddenly had the feeling that he was a "wife", inexplicable and complacent.

It's like seeing a stroke of green rubbed obliquely on a ball of gray, white and black drawing paper.

After dinner, go to Kongshan again.The weather was slightly cooler than the previous two days, and the door of the bar was wide open. Inside, a band with all the members punched was singing The Cure's difficult song "Maybe Someday".This time Zuo Yan and Si Ji sat down and listened together, looking very relaxed, their heads and feet bouncing to the beat.At the end of the song, the lead singer, the bearded uncle, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the big pocket on the side of his trousers, took out two and threw them on their table, and shouted, "Xiao Zuo, come up to play?"

Zuo Yan waved his hand with a smile, asked the waiter to bring a dozen beers to the stage, lit a cigarette with his mouth in his mouth, and continued to listen with one arm propped up.This band is very good at playing. After singing Coldplay and singing Green Day, the nostalgia made the whole bar burn.

It was so hot that no one came to strike up a conversation.

It was only about ten o'clock at night when we went to the hotel, and while lying on the bed naked, Si Ji wondered if he should be more reserved.But this kind of thought was instantly blown away when Zuo Yan came out of the bathroom naked.The two messed around on the bed twice, which made Si Ji very tired.

"Okay, go to sleep."

With flushed face, Si Ji had just washed the semen in his ass, and began to touch Zuo Yan's chest hair again.Zuo Yan grabbed his hand and stuffed it under the quilt: "Don't you still have to go to work tomorrow?"

Si Ji answered bitterly: "That's right, I'm going to a duck neck company to serve a menopausal female boss, and then do the ninth draft revision."

As he spoke, he picked up a hair on the side of Zuo Yan's nipple again: "Otherwise, why don't you let me pluck one as a clover?"

Zuo Yan let out a heck, found the soft flesh on the bend of his calf and pinched it hard with his toes, and the air was instantly quiet.

After a while, the lights were turned off.In the darkness, Si Ji's dull hair was scattered on the pillow.After a while, he said, Lao Zuo, are you dreaming?

"Do it. But I can only remember the dreams I had when I was a child. When I wake up, I will forget all the dreams I had when I grew up."

"What did you dream about when you were a child?"

"Drag racing, copying homework, being chased by a killer and then killing him back, etc."

Si Ji laughed uncontrollably, then groped to grab his hand and put it on his chest: "Don't take it away. I still have to dream about big stars at night."

"It's okay, what did you dream about the gorilla, you ate bananas today?"

I don't bother to talk to him.Si Ji closed his eyes, imagining the appearance of Zuo Yan origami.He imagined that he assembled pieces of white crepe paper into stars, put them on transparent silk threads, and hung them one by one on the dark blue sky without moon.

And he himself was lying on the dark green and fragrant grass, staring at the sky that was so beautiful that it was unreal, joyful and worried.Worrying, Zuo Yan stretched out his hand again from behind that layer of sky, tore it from the middle, crumpled it into a ball of waste paper, and threw it somewhere he didn't care about at all.

Si Ji was not dreaming when the phone rang.It took more than ten seconds to determine that it was his own ringtone. He fumbled to take the mobile phone from the bedside table, squinted his eyes to answer it; then tapped the speakerphone with the last bit of strength, and fell back on the soft hotel-smelling pillow.

But the caller only said "Xiao Si" and he woke up.

Grabbing the pillow, he still closed his eyes, countless images drifting through his mind.The voice is deep, and there is a gentleness with fake devotion when talking about love, and the gentleness is still there when quarreling, but it is only out of confidence in the topic itself.

The relationship that started with a cup of vulgar milk tea, I don’t know how many times but definitely not too many interactive temptations, and then naturally became lovers, went to a high-end hotel next to the school to have sex, and then stupidly said how could he be a virgin.

He spent his final months seducing each other with embarrassment and hesitation.Until now, he still refuses to guess how embarrassing he looks in the other party's heart.

Raising his head suddenly, Si Ji frowned tightly, staring at the mobile phone that was still counting the call time second by second.

——It's Xie Rong.