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For two consecutive days, the weather was a bit abnormal. It was originally a beautiful spring, but it cooled down without saying hello. The wind whistled through the creaking holes of the trees, like the sound of nails scraping on the blackboard when chalk suddenly snapped.

The class teacher tapped the blackboard emphatically, and made a dent next to the two lines of handwriting, his eyes were like lightning: "The exam arrangement for the same pattern has been made.

"You don't need this expression, what should come will come, just use this opportunity to have a clear understanding of yourself.

"If you don't get to the Yellow River, you will never die, just treat it as a college entrance examination and go all out!"

In spring, the desert is getting dark, and the clouds and night are laid out in the window. With these few words, the atmosphere should not be too full.

When the bell rang for the end of the last class, Chen Zhe and Yao Jianqi stepped out of the teaching building at the same time, and the latter shivered inadvertently.

"You also think it's scary!" Chen Zhe looked at Yao Jianqi in sympathy, "It's so fast!"

Yao Jianqi lifted the zipper and told the truth: "I'm just a little cold."

"..."

After failing to resonate, Chen Zhe shook his head and walked towards the cafeteria unrelentingly: "It's okay, there is Cone, although he is not enthusiastic about other things except grabbing a seat..."

He was babbling all over his head, very absorbed, and when he came to the door of the cafeteria, he suddenly exclaimed: "Where is the person???"

Yao Jianqi just bent over to tie a shoelace, and the crowd of people hid him.

He hasn't noticed it yet, and it doesn't matter if he notices it. It's just a little later. Yu Yanzhui took three elective books to occupy a seat in the morning, and searched for them all the way. The ones with the worst appearance are the ones.

Thinking of this, Yao Jianqi simply straightened the shoelaces carefully. The shoelaces that were just taken off the drying rack early in the morning were white, with two rabbit ears erected between his fingers and tied into a knot.

"How old are you, and you still tie your shoelaces like this?"

The voice seemed to be carried by the wind, but it clearly rang above his head.

It was 0.5 cows away from the fastening, Yao Jianqi suddenly raised his head, and saw a face full of thoughts day and night.

Yao An was more prescient than he was, wearing a fleece army green flight jacket and a black baseball cap in an unbiased manner, revealing a pair of eyes that gradually narrowed when meeting his gaze.

"Yao Jianqi, do you know hot and cold..."

Before he could finish his counting, the man had already rushed forward, Yao An took two steps back and almost caught him.

"Why did you come early!" Yao Jianqi said, scratching his neck.

"I just wanted to scare you." Yao An turned towards him a little bit, "Did it work?"

Yao Jianqi smiled, turned his face sideways, and pressed against his earlobe: "Listen to my heartbeat."

With such a wind, such a person, it would be strange to hear such a little movement.But Yao An seemed to have passed Ren Du, as if he really felt the thriving heart.

It doesn't get any closer than this.

Yao An opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but his eyes swept over unexpectedly, and his original words rolled into his throat again.

"Let's go, I'll take you to improve the food." Yao An helped his hand.

Yao Jianqi stared at Yao An without looking to the side, and smiled faintly: "Okay."

Yao An looked at him, seeming to have a lot of words suddenly, his teeth clinked, but in the end he just took off his jacket and said, "Put it on."

"—No, no." He took advantage of Yao Jianqi's words before he spoke, "Don't underestimate my physique."

Yao Jianqi paused for a while before replying, "I have no intention of not wanting it."

"..." Yao An rolled his eyes at him, as if he was afraid that he would repent, he quickly opened his clothes and put them on his shoulders.

Yao An's body temperature was sticking to the inner lining. Yao Jianqi had only heard of bone gangrene, but he didn't expect that warmth could do it.

The skirt was grabbed by Yao An, and Yao Jianqi put it on the sleeves knowingly. Just as he put his hands on, he saw Yao An squatting down in front of him.

Yao An picked up two loose shoelaces, twisted them around with his fingers, tightened them firmly, and then smoothed them out.

When they got up, their eyes met, and he heard Yao Jianqi say, "I really want to kiss you here."

There is an ancient street near the school. A newly built antique city wall is built on the demolished ancient wall. There are storefront snacks along the way, which is an open attraction.

Since Yao Jianqi still had evening classes, the two of them didn't walk very far, they just strolled here for a while before settling down.He ordered two bowls of hot claypot rice, one roast goose and one sausage, and they mixed them together. Yao Jianqi didn't like crispy rice, so Yao An didn't pick anything, so they rushed over.

There is a loose-leaf guest book under the dragonfly glazed lamp on one side of the dining table, with patterned initials and various but similar thoughts on the kraft paper.

Yao An put down the spoon first, and flipped through it when he had nothing to do, but gradually he was so interested in looking at it that he didn't even notice that Yao Jianqi had finished eating.

"Ouch!"

Yao An suddenly let out a cry, let go of his hand, and stared at the opposite side.

Yao Jianqi accepted his anger with a smile, as if the person who pinched Yao An's right knee just now was not himself: "So pretty?"

The table flag hanging on the ground covered the intertwined legs of the two of them, Yao An retaliated and pinched him back, but what he said was: "It's not as good as you."

"I don't believe it." Hooking the ring with his index finger, Yao Jianqi moved the guest book over, "Let me see."

Flipping through a few pages casually, Yao An saw the subtle change in the other person's expression, and then asked carelessly, "Do you like this?"

Yao An couldn't figure out his tone, so he asked, "Which kind?"

"Middle school students, literary and artistic, who dare not name names." Yao Jianqi raised his eyes to look at him in the soft orange light, "Not as nasty as me."

It was probably because of the jazz music in the restaurant. When he said this, Yao An's calf twitched smugly, but he didn't notice it.

"You also know that you are nasty." Yao An raised his chin, "Have you thought about restraining yourself a little?"

"I haven't thought about it." Yao Jianqi propped himself up, "Anyway, you like it."

"I..." Yao An was completely dumb, and wanted to challenge him, but the other party always had that expression of "Isn't that so?"

"Hurry up and pay the bill." Yao Jianqi kicked Yao An's shoe toe, and gave him a way out with a smile.

It can be seen from his heart that although Yao An knew it, he had to choose to take the road.

Yao Jianqi's eyes followed the fluffy and panicked long and tough back, smiled to himself, and picked up the water-based pen on the inner page.

That night, there was only time for a quick narration. When Yao Jianqi was sent to the bottom of the teaching building, the bell had just rang once, and then it was completely silent, with only the aftertaste of the bell tongue knocking in the air.

Yao Jianqi was carrying a bowl of mung bean and lily soup, which was supposed to be a cup of milk tea, but Yao An kept saying that milk tea is prone to acne and took it away.

"Look, there's a fresh one here." Yao An poked his left cheek from the air, "It's red and warm."

"This is a mosquito bag." Yao Jianqi defended helplessly.

"Then I don't care." Yao An gestured towards the corridor, urging him, "Go back to the classroom, hurry up."

Yao Jianqi didn't move, just stood where he was and scanned him carefully.

"What for?" Yao An couldn't bear his look, and put an arm in front of his side.

"Put it on." Yao Jianqi's eyes fell.

"This?" Yao An shook the visor between his fingers.

"Ah."

"What to wear at night."

"Handsome." Yao Jianqi's lips slowly unfolded following the words, with a not-so-serious arc.

"When am I not handsome anymore?" Yao An raised his chin, and the peaked cap drew a semicircle in the foggy evening, and then fell on his head.

Yao Jianqi smiled at him contentedly.

Yao An bit the tip of his tongue and said, "I shouldn't be coming back tonight. I came to see you as soon as I got off the car. I haven't visited grandma yet."

"Do you want to substitute for Grandpa?"

"Yeah." Yao An told him, "Go to sleep when the time comes, and get up when the clock rings, don't wait."

"Okay." Yao Jianqi buried his head for a while, then turned it up again, "Then if you come back, even if it's late, don't lie quietly beside me, wake me up."

Yao An smiled: "Why?"

"I don't want to waste it." After speaking, Yao Jianqi took a step back and waved to him, "Goodbye, handsome guy."

Yao An responded with a smile, and waved his hand lightly at him twice, but the man didn't move his feet and looked at him.

It would waste his time, so Yao An gave up and asked him to turn around first, smiled and sighed, and took a quick step ahead.

Before he was ready to turn around, his vision was blocked unexpectedly, a jacket was pulled down to cover his hood, like a hijab, Yao Jianqi wrapped around Yao An's neck, kissed him on the head through the fabric, and said: " Quench your hunger."

After all, he ran away before he could react, coming and going like a shower.

"What the hell are you thinking about there?"

Grandma Yao picked out a ruddy prickly bubble from a plastic bag in the bed cabinet, and threw it on the face of the dazed man.

The flesh of the fruit was tenderer than his face, Yao An didn't feel any pain, and let the fruit land on his palm crookedly.

"No ghost." Yao An narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'm thinking about it, what breakfast should I buy for my precious grandma tomorrow?"

"Stop being a good boy." Grandma extended her right hand to him with her palm facing up, "You don't have to think about it, and you don't need to think about it."

"Why?" Yao An held her, stabbing the back of his hands, because grandma's hands were not small, and they were rough, as solid as the soil. "Could it be that you want to go down to buy breakfast by yourself, can't you?"

Grandpa went back to Yao An's house to rest after dinner. The two patients in the next bed were sleeping, but they were snoring loudly. The conversation in this mirror was just a little sleep-aiding.

The clip-on lamp on the bedside drips into every valley on Grandma's face, not hindering her old naughtiness: "Just wait and see."

Yao An smiled and said "Hey", and put the fruit in his mouth, but was stopped: "What are you eating, I just picked it and haven't washed it yet."

Yao An pooh-poohed, so he could only rub the tender fruit in his hands and blamed her on purpose: "I knew my grandson was coming, so I didn't wash it."

"This is easy to rot after washing." Grandma squeezed him to prevent him from showing off, "Take it home and eat it with Jian Qi."

Yao An pretended to weigh it over and over again before saying, "Then let's do it."

Grandma Yao squinted at him, with a clear look: "What are you pretending, you just came back from your brother's place?"

"Wow." Yao An exaggeratedly grinned, "Grandma is so smart."

"What kind of virtue." Grandma Yao greeted him on the forehead, "You are so happy, so you should talk to your brother more, this kid puts a lot of pressure on himself, and he keeps things on his mind, thinking I can't see it."

Yao An was lost in thought, and his cheeky face faded away. When his grandma called him again: "What are you waiting for?", he smiled again, but said solemnly: "I will."

The doorknob was turned around Mo Yin's time, it was opened and closed carefully enough, the wind didn't blow up, the people who came in deliberately didn't wear shoes, and the little noise between the wooden cracks was negligible.

It is true that Yao Jianqi was not awakened by the sound. He was awakened by the body heat from his back, slowly rubbing his shoulders until they fit together, and the chin resting on his neck. The stubble was more itchy than the thorn. .

"I'm calling you."

Yao Jianqi sniffed the fragrance of the moon with the last flap of wings falling, recognized the smell of morning from it, turned his head a little, and touched his lips with Yao An half asleep.

"Why this?" His eyes were still closed, and his vocal cords were still sleepy.

"Grandpa came as soon as the sun was shining and drove me home." When Yao An spoke, he kissed his wind pool vaguely.

Yao Jianqi vaguely found his hand, feeling a little cold, and placed it on his stomach intertwined, rustling for a while.

"Go to sleep."

Yao An hugged him even tighter, and a ray of light shot out from the gap between the curtains, but it stretched into a stream of water on their bodies, and Yao Jianqi fell into another passive sleep passively.