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On the day Yao Jianqi came back from the foreign city, he carried the replaced coat, a ginkgo leaf, half an ugly orange, and a long-lost bad cold.

He embraces a bad cold as he embraces love.On the return train, he stood up hastily and hit the shelf, his head was full of happiness.He knew he was in a sunny autumn, and chokeberries and berries were lazy, and hoopoes were no exception, but none of the phenology could alleviate his symptoms.

He was so reckless, he forgot to change his clothes before entering the house, Yu Wan and Yao Xinping seemed to look at him a few more times, but he was not afraid at all. "Dinner is over!" He hurried upstairs, regretting that he did not learn music, otherwise he would have replaced the most appropriate note with his footsteps.

The sound is that he sneezed loudly in the studio, and became the center of the gaze, as if to say that sneezing also has style and this one is not suitable for you.Xu Weixin ordered him to study on his own before he recovered, saying that he was the most dangerous source of infection, matching the high incidence of flu.

"It's a high flu season all year round."

Yao An recounted the nonsense at his fingertips: "This has nothing to do with the source of infection, it's about autoimmunity."

"So, my immunity is not up to standard?"

On the way downstairs, Yao Jianqi picked up a linden flower that was snatched by the wind.

"That's right." Yao An opened a can of Coca-Cola and made a "squeaky" sound, "Turn it left and right, and the bronchi will wheeze."

Yao Jianqi didn't believe it, so he stopped and did the chest expansion exercise as he said.

"Is there?" Yao An had expected it earlier, and threw away the pull ring with a smile.

Yao Jianqi: "I won't get lung cancer, will I?"

Yao An laughed even louder, and he had to scold and appease him: "Don't be so imaginative, you just lack exercise, are you lazy with sit-ups?"

"It's been so cold recently, I don't want to move." Yao Jianqi walked to a wall of sketches, and inserted linden flowers into the gap between the wall and the page.

Yao An said: "Get over it, I will continue to supervise you when you come back."

"No." Yao Jianqi said.

"What's wrong?"

"Conic has a cold too. I've had meals with him for a week and he's fine." Yao Jianqi paused deliberately, and changed his tone, "This has nothing to do with the source of infection or immunity, but with the distance of infection."

After a period of deep silence, there was a series of coughing as he expected.

Yao An wiped the Coke on the table with tissue paper, trying to cover it up: "My ears are not fully recovered yet, I can't hear clearly."

Yao Jianqi couldn't hide his smile, but he didn't continue to tease people over the phone, and kept talking face to face, at least.

"Are you pouring cold medicine with Coke again?"

"...No." Yao An quickly pushed the can away.

"It's best." Yao Jianqi groped the escalator and went downstairs, "I have to go back to the classroom, be conscious."

"Understood, hello, ancestor." Yao An changed to an enamel cup, stretched out his hand, and reached for the water dispenser.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

Yao Jianqi stopped in front of the telescopic door, looking at the corridor cut into a diamond shape.

"We're in love, aren't we?"

The water dispenser has red eyes, waiting for the pure water to be heated to 85°C is not a short process.

Yao An was easily distracted.The nutrition that grew out of the bookshelf, the lights cast by the activity square between the classrooms, and the outdoor swimming pool late at night on the first day of Yao Jianqi's arrival.

It was very cold, as if what drowned him was not the balanced pool of water, but the dome of night, the sky full of stars was about to drown in his ears.

Why did he come here to swim sinfully at that time, because he pawed like a dog to the shore when his calf cramped, because his muscles were red, and because his eyes choked on water?

no.After he's successfully caught an acute cold, he realizes he's got a reason to wear a mask, preventing them from kissing right away.

They had known hugs before.When Yao Jianqi was a child, he was afraid of throwing his hands out of the bed when he was sleeping. After realizing this, Yao An threw his jade behind his neck and wrapped him in his arms.Yao An was often beaten by Yao Xinping. When he was older, he confronted Yao Xinping. Both father and son were red-eyed.One time, he and Yao Jianqi had a fierce dispute and parted ways. After a thunderstorm in the sky, it was raining artificially. They chased each other back, and hugged without saying anything beside a tree that was blown down by the wind.

Hugging was the way they existed until Yao Jianqi gave him a kiss.

Yao Jianqi said it wasn't that bad but in fact it was very, he made a person who was used to hugging suddenly feel barren.If Yao An is beaten, hugging each other can rely on so many things, comforting, friendly, understanding and courteous reunion with friends at home and abroad, but kissing can only be based on one kind.

When the drinking water reaches the most violent disorder, this period of suspense happens to be named.

"Of course." Yao An replied, "We are in a relationship."

The playground of No. 15 Middle School has always been open, with nearly 23.77 red and green acrylic basketball courts, a 10.97m x [-]m tennis court, and three volleyball courts. This is just a small outdoor playground excluding the plastic track.

Adhering to the flexible admonition of "study and health", on the most difficult Wednesday afternoon, about 18 classes had classes at staggered peaks, but they were free to travel at the same time.

After all, the content of a physical education class is only in the first 5 minutes.

The large area of ​​flat ground was quickly filled with many students who were either fighting for the field or fighting for the field again, and the ink became sweat.In addition, there are also those who unintentionally focus on wandering around the battlefield, such as Yao Jianqi.

Ignoring the physical education teacher's instruction of "moving around, don't get moldy", he walked around the big playground twice, completed today's amount of exercise, and swayed back to the basketball court wearing headphones. The person is lying on the turf counting the edges of the clouds.

"Hello, junior."

Yan Huai'en patted the grass clippings on his head and stood up slowly.

"Why are you willing to come out today?" Yao Jianqi took off the right earphone and put it on his shoulder.

Yan Huaien doesn't seem like a person who plunges into anything and dies. He talks about getting together often, but in fact it is very rare to meet once.

"I'm so happy." Yan Huai'en blew away the straw in his hand, "After tomorrow, this year will be, and June will be soon."

He said it with bright eyes, and he wanted to go.

Yao Jianqi couldn't help asking: "Wynn, do you want to go to university..."

"That's right!" Yan Huai'en clapped his hands suddenly.

Yao Jianqi: "What's wrong?"

Yan Huai'en blinked narrowly, opened and closed his mouth: "I, want, listen, gossip."

In the rehabilitation training center on a certain floor of Daxuecheng East Road, all kinds of rehabilitation equipment are listed on the light-colored maple floor, and there are small rooms separated by tempered glass on both sides. A combination of cushions, and students with different lying positions.

In Yao An's university, the sports rehabilitation course is also called the sports physiotherapy course.

Of course, they are not talking about a lot of theoretical knowledge related to physiology and medicine, but after the practical class starts, they can lie down like they are now.

The teacher demonstrated the movement in the front row, pressed a split horse, and briefly explained the exercise prescription for healing the knee joint and spine, and ordered two pairs, one person was lying on the mat, and the other helped to lift one leg and press.

Yao An was in a group with Zhan Xing, the latter acted as the one lying down, while the former completely forgot the teacher's instruction to "make pictures slowly", and bent Zhan Xing's leg to 90 degrees in one go, and then put his back against his leg Sit down and play with your phone.

"No, Yao An..." Zhan Xing stretched out a hand tremblingly, "Damn it, can you respect me?"

Yao An: "Wait a minute."

"...Okay." Zhan Xing reluctantly nodded.

"I didn't tell you." Yao An let go of the voice microphone and put the phone in his pocket.

"..."

Yao An turned around and supported his calf: "I respect you now, shall we?"

Zhan Xing forced a laugh, feeling a bad feeling.

Yao An was unambiguous, and with a force, his leg was directly pressed into an obtuse angle.

"Fuck me!!!!" Zhan Xing yelled loudly.

Nearby, the souls of Wu Yongxi and Zhou Huan were both trembling from the roar, and the students around them also stopped their movements and looked at them one after another.

The teacher also stood up when he heard the sound, squinted his eyes and said, "Is there a fight over there?"

"No, teacher." Yao An put down Zhan Xing's leg, "I stretched his leg, and accidentally went too far."

Zhan Xing's teeth were twitching from the soreness, and he hugged his thighs, his eyes could cook Yao An alive and sprinkle a layer of Chuandong chili noodles.

"Be careful, don't get hurt," said the teacher.

"Okay." Yao An followed suit.

When his eyes were gone, he sincerely apologized to Zhan Xing, and looked at him sympathetically: "Sorry, buddy, are you kidding me?"

"I'll fuck your grandma!" Zhan Xing kicked his knee with the other leg, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Really not." Yao An said with a smile, "I will definitely loosen your ligament this time."

After all, I'm going to grab the other leg.

"Don't!" Zhan Xing rolled off the mat as if being pricked by a needle, "Please forgive me, I was only swollen with collateral ligaments, but after you touch it, I can be treated as a high paraplegia."

Yao An laughed and didn't force himself, took up the cushion and lay down, took out his phone and started tapping.

While waiting for the reply, he rubbed the base of his nose, saw Zhan Xing looking at him with his elbows folded through the slits of his eyes, and nodded in a serious manner.

Yao An flipped his palm: "Are you free?"

Zhan Xing touched his chin and shook his head again.

"..."

Yao An ignored it and picked up the phone again.

"You've been weird recently." Zhan Xing finally came to a conclusion.

Just as he hit the second word "press" in "Okay, I'll press it for you when I go back", Yao Anyue pinyue felt that there was an indescribable ambiguity in the meaning, and just wanted to delete it, but his thumb froze under the question. Draw, press send.

The screen was a little dark against the sunlight, Yao Jianqi stretched out a hand to cover the upper left corner, and read the line of words again.

Then, the lines on his face slowly flowed into an overly clear smile.

"What happened all of a sudden?" Yan Huai'en tilted his head and looked at her face.

"A little surprise." Yao Jianqi said.

He tapped out a message with his fingers, sent it, and refocused his eyes on the road ahead and Yan Huai'en beside him.

"I probably know who it is." Yan Huai'en looked cute.

Yao Jianqi smiled, there was nothing to hide, they passed a series of outdoor tables, and the sound of ping-pong-pong surrounded their ears.

"Is this the eight-year war of resistance?" Yan Huai'en joked, "Eight years?"

"It's just a matter of course." Yao Jianqi said as he walked.

Yan Huai'en raised his eyebrows: "That's right, you're quite indifferent."

Yao Jianqi shook his head slightly and said, "I'm so happy."

The sunlight and locust tree shadows sifted into pieces by the grid all fell on Yao Jianqi's white face, like the texture of watercolor on paper, smudged with ignorant tenderness.

Yan Huai'en was suddenly envious.

He raised his head and smiled with all his strength, and said, "You must be happy!"

"Fuck you." Yao Jianqi was amused by him.

At this time, a yellow sphere struck across the air, making a sharp wind noise. Yao Jianqi moved forward instinctively. He tilted his head, and the thing fell into the wire grid and hit the window with a "bang". Bounced a few times inside the window sill, then stopped.

Yan Huai'en took the step that he didn't have time to, leaned forward, and went to see it with Yao Jianqi:

A deflated ping pong ball.

"Oh, man!" Yu Yanzhui smashed the ping-pong racket with the plastic surface like a bald head on the stage, "And the fuck didn't touch the table!"

Chen Zhe on the other side of the table turned around, saw Yao Jianqi and Yan Huai'en, and shrugged helplessly.

"Long time no see!" Yu Yan chased away his temper, and ran towards them briskly, "Where did you go for a walk? What were you talking about?"

Yao Jianqi said, "It's an adult's business."

Yu Yanzhui: "?"

Yan Huai'en followed, "Don't ask straight men."

Yu Yanzhui: "??"

He turned his head for no reason, and sought sympathy from Chen Zhe: "What did they say?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhe smiled faintly: "Don't listen to indecent words."

"???" Yu Yanzhui turned his head back and forth among the three of them a few times like a rattle, wondering, "Why do I feel like I'm the only one who can't figure it out!"

really.Yao Jianqi acquiesced in his heart.

Currently only Yan Huai'en knows about their relationship, but he already told Chen Zhe about his liking for Yao An when he was sketching in the small town.

At this time, Chen Zhe happened to look over, and when he met Yao Jianqi's gaze, he only moved slightly.

At first he almost thought he heard it wrong.Chen Zhe recalled.

It was too outrageous, it was never possible, but Yao Jianqi's expression was so honest, so honest that he was defenseless, so that all doubts turned into atrocities.

Just like Chen Zhe thinks that he is the only one who is qualified to sit on the sketchbook among the people he knows, so why can't he be the only one who fell in love with his brother.

Perhaps, this is also a unique way of falling in love.

"Okay." Yao Jianqi approached them slowly, with a thin white breath when he spoke, "It's no big deal to tell you."

"I'm done."

Yao An yawned tortuously in the heater.

"So——" Zhan Xing lay on the cushion, with his legs at right angles, like breaststroke on dry land, "Is this why you look at that pot of azalea every day?"

With a slap on the tailbone, Zhan Xing, who was in this critical posture, was almost disabled in his lower body.

Yao An roared: "The mountain red that reflects your uncle has been said to be pomegranate flower!"

Zhan Xing let out a cry of pain, and rolled to the ground next to him. He suffered too much on this cushion today, and he never wanted to lie down again in his life.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yao An took out his mobile phone which had been left aside for a while, and looked at the chat interface. Under his message with a subtle tone, there was a more subtle echo from Yao Jianqi: Remember, don't deny it.

He suddenly glanced down inappropriately.

"Subject?" Zhan Xing leaned back against the ground and peeked at his phone.

Seeing himself as spying, Yao An still felt a little shame in vain. Apart from coughing, he couldn't think of any other way to cover it up.

He choked a few times and turned off the screen: "Didn't you say that?"

"Really? I don't believe it." Zhan Xing shook his head pretentiously.

Yao An: "Believe it or not."

Zhan Xing looked at all the students who had been dismembered in place, and confirmed that the teacher would not be able to get around the meat forest for a while, so he moved two buttocks towards Yao An.

"Brother, let's take a look." He wrung his fingers and said, "In the oral report just now, you said that you fell in love."

Yao An did not hesitate: "Yes."

"Long-distance relationship."

"Ah."

"Gay."

"Hey."

"Underground love."

"what."

Zhan Xing suddenly looked up to the ceiling and laughed long, his face flushed from the smile, and his breathing was uneven. He hadn't laughed so wildly since he copied Xiang Jingxuan's last series of multiple-choice questions during the college entrance examination.

Finally, he stroked his chest and said, "You might as well say that you went out and sold it hahahahahahaha..."

"..."

Yao An gathered his fingers together, thinking which one would be better to pick up.

"Don't worry about campus violence." Zhan Xing took two breaths of oxygen, and wiped his tears with the edge of his cuff, "Think about it, who will believe this, huh?"

Yao An's fist hesitated for a while, and after thinking about it, what he said just now was really good, no matter who heard it, he couldn't help but keep saying "outrageous".

"There are so many elements, it's like a matryoshka doll." Zhan Xing sniffed, "Does the next sentence have to be about unrequited love hahahaha..."

"..."

Yao An looked at Zhan Xing silently, and felt that this man was pretty fucking intelligent.

"Crack, crack!"

The teacher clapped his hands twice in the middle, called everyone's attention, and ordered everyone to gather around to watch the teaching of the injury rehabilitation of the lower end of the fibula.

Yao An also got up, took Zhan Xing with him, Wu Yongxi and Zhou Huan also surrounded him, and asked curiously, "What are you two talking about, so happy?"

Zhan Xing was still laughing secretly, Yao An opened his mouth, the crowd gradually closed, silent but getting denser.

"A bizarre incident." He whispered softly.

"But it's true. I like Yao An."

Yao Jianqi looked at the ping pong ball that was rolling towards the side and stopped on the tip of his shoe.

And Yu Yan chased and stared at him, with those black and white eyes, but he couldn't see through Yao Jianqi at this moment and what he said just now.

"Trouble--" a crisp voice from far away.

Yao Jianqi leaned over to pick it up, intending to send it to the person at the end of the ball table, but he was stopped before he could take a step.

"You..." Yu Yan chased the shallow scar on his eyebrows tangled, "Is it true, are you kidding me?"

Yao Jianqi nodded calmly.

He went to hand the ball to the opponent, said no thanks, turned around, and Yu Yanzhui was no longer there.

He sighed unobtrusively.

Yan Huai'en and Chen Zhe were still standing on the side of the dark blue tabletop, both with the same resentful expressions for him.

"How about... I'll call it out?" Chen Zhe's fingers stuck in the connecting pocket of the sweater.

"It's okay." Yao Jianqi twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "I've thought about this situation."

Then there was a period of relative silence.

Yan Huai'en suddenly put away the idle racket, and hit the hollow table twice "dang, dang", using the sound to drive away the stagnant atmosphere: "Don't be decadent, the influence of culture on people is subtle and long-lasting.

"Sooner or later--

"We can make him gay."

Yao Jianqi and Chen Zhe all looked at Yan Huai'en, and after five seconds, the three of them suddenly burst into laughter.

"Senior, what you said is reasonable." Chen Zhe covered his mouth, revealing his crooked eyes.

Yan Huai'en smiled and swayed the racket: "This is already all I have."

Yao Jianqi couldn't press the corners of his lips anymore, he shook his head and said, "There is a long way to go."

"The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of the expedition." Yan Huai'en sighed again, "Oh, it's so hot-blooded, so long."

"Yes." Chen Zhe also said.

Yao Jianqi looked at them, it was a lie to say that he was not disappointed just now, but it is also true to say that he is lucky now.

Granted, he's had enough.

"Let's play basketball." Yao Jianqi said, "Don't waste this physical education class."

"Agreed!" Chen Zhe responded.

Yan Huai'en handed the beat to Chen Zhe, and urged in a warm voice: "You guys first, hurry up."

Chen Zhe took the beat, ran to the opposite side, and stood a little timidly at the center line: "I'm actually not very good at it."

"I don't know it at all." Yao Jianqi said something to reassure him.

They played two innings and finished 11-3 and 11-7 respectively.

Yan Huai'en shook his head tut-tut, and said to Yao Jianqi, "You can't do it, I'll go."

Yao Jianqi made way for him, happy to be an idler.

The two of them played with a serious appearance, and they wouldn't just wipe the net or pick up the ball at every turn. Yao Jianqi was dazzled by staring, and actually saw a figure staggering towards him among the spheres passing by in mid-air.

"Cone?"

Yan Huai'en stopped a table ball, but Chen Zhe caught it with his hands, and the two looked over together.

Yu Yan snorted to block the wind from the school uniform he couldn't buckle up, he charged like a bullet, and hurriedly stopped the car in front of Yao Jianqi.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Yu Yanzhui swallowed a mouthful of air-conditioning wind, "I was careless."

Yao Jianqi: "?"

"Before Christmas in the second year of junior high school, we discussed how to make Yao An and my sister's light bulbs. You were very excited, and I didn't think much about it at the time. I asked you to go skating during the winter vacation. You came with Yao An, and you came with him. Said that you are not good at sneaking, you have to be led by him every time, but you are very good at slipping! You didn’t participate in the graduation trip of the third year of junior high school, saying that you don’t have time, I wonder if you are not bored at home, hahaha, there is Yao An With you every day, of course you will not be bored..."

"Wait a minute." Yao Jianqi couldn't help interrupting, "You're talking about this now..."

"What's the matter now, which one is not true? Which one is not?" Yu Yanzhui argued hard.

Yao Jianqi had no choice but to say, "That's true, but..."

"Also!" Yu Yanzhui kicked the corner of the table, his eyelids twitched in pain, and he didn't forget to continue asking, "A few weekends ago, you wanted me to lie to your family that you came to live in my dormitory, did you ask Yao An?" went!"

Feeling the overwhelming amount of information, Yan Huai'en and Chen Zhe said, "Wow."

Yao Jianqi had the illusion of being forced to confess, but he wanted to laugh helplessly, and finally nodded truthfully.

"I'm confused." Yu Yanzhui said with a sad expression, "I haven't found out for so long."

"You are not alone." Yan Huai'en stepped forward and patted him on the back warmly, "I only found out by accident after knowing him for six years."

Yao Jianqi smiled and sighed, and asked Yu Yanzhui, "Why did you run just now?"

Yu Yanzhui took a look at him from the sky in deep pain, and said angrily: "I went to look through the diary to find evidence, otherwise you think I have such a good memory?"

Yao Jianqi was really dumb this time.

"If you look at the diary, just look at the diary, you should say it anyway." Chen Zhe scolded him, "We were so scared that we thought..."

"What do you think?" Yu Yan looked after the three of them, and finally looked at Yao Jianqi, "Think I hate, fear, or want to break up with you?"

"All."

Yao Jianqi admits that he has shown weakness, he admits that confession may not be lenient, but he does it every time, because the people he meets are too gentle, so gentle that they almost cover up, including Yao An.

When Yu Yanzhui ran away, he suddenly realized that he was abusing this tenderness, and he couldn't do it, but Yu Yanzhui ran back again.

"If you are a brother, you dare to come out of the closet, do you understand!" Yu Yanzhui thrust his waist, still aggressive, as if he wanted to yell this sentence to the whole playground.

"Got it." Yao Jianqi raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cut, it's boring." Yu Yan chased him and punched him hard, "Puppy love is not a big deal, don't be afraid."

Yao Jianqi couldn't help laughing.

He was never ashamed of his love.

But from this day on, he is enough to become braver.