I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang's brain froze for a moment, and it took him a while to react. He saw that the corners of his mouth were getting higher and higher, and his face was full of smiles.

"You just said you like me now?"

Although there was a sense of complaint in the words, the pride and joy on his face couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Cheng smirked.

Song Mingwang stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a straight face: "Then you will be completely stamped by me now, and you will be completely mine in the future, understand?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

Song Mingwang didn't realize at the moment that he had become a little expert at destroying the atmosphere. He was happy in his heart, and he didn't hide his emotion at all on his face.

He turned around, with his hands behind his back and his schoolbag on his back, the old man whose shadow was pulled under the afterglow.

"Cheng Wang, do you believe in the word fate?"

Cheng Wang: "Don't you not believe in feudal superstition?"

Hearing what he said, Song Mingwang didn't show an angry expression this time, but seriously corrected his words.

"I believe it now."

Song Mingwang said: "Everyone is born unprepared and comes to this world. Only fate knows why."

Cheng Wang couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, but he still listened patiently to what he said.

Song Mingwang gave him popular science very seriously: "The planets in the universe are working hard to rotate in their own orbits without any deviation. Satellites revolve around planets, and planets revolve around stars. This is their destiny."

Cheng Wang asked: "And then?"

Song Mingwang looked directly at him: "Now I think we both have our own destiny."

"What is it?"

Song Mingwang suddenly laughed, it was rare for him to show such a bright smile, childish but with fearless courage.

"It's that we can meet someday."

Cheng Huan was startled, and his heart moved slightly.

But this strange feeling in his heart only lasted for a very short time, because Song Mingwang sighed in the next second.

"Why are you so stupid, I thought you could understand me right away."

Cheng Wang: "..." He suddenly felt less moved.

The aunt who collected clothes in the alley came out and poured a basin of water, and the old man who played Go under the locust tree also packed up and prepared to go home for dinner. Standing in the alley, you could even smell the scent of food wafting from the residents’ houses.

Song Mingwang turned around, bouncing around, stepping on his own shadow to play, muttering and shouting.

"Hurry up Cheng Wang, let's compete to see who will go home first."

Cheng Wang stood under the street lamp, with his hands in his pockets, watching his back, with a gentle and just right expression under the cover of the twilight, with doting eyes.

But in the end Song Mingwang still failed to stay overnight at Cheng Huang's house, because the female lead Song Yulan rushed directly to Cheng Huang's house and took him back.

On the last night before the college entrance examination, Song Mingwang lay on the bed and made a video with Cheng Lu. He was drowsy, but he felt very at ease when he heard Cheng Lu's voice.

"You go to bed first." Cheng Wang told him over there: "Don't kick the quilt, you will catch a cold."

Song Mingwang buried his chin in the pillow and muttered, "I really want to grow up quickly."

"why?"

Song Mingwang said: "When we grow up, we can be together openly and aboveboard."

Cheng Huang shook his head and smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"What kind of person do you think I will be when I grow up?" Song Mingwang became curious.

Cheng Lulu thought for a while: "I don't know, but it would be great if you could change your way of speaking when you grow up."

Before Song Mingwang could refute, Cheng Huang shook his head again.I denied my own words, and whispered: "Forget it, then you will not be you."

Song Mingwang snorted a few times, dissatisfied with his words.

"Do you know how many people like me?"

"is it?"

"Of course, Meng Keran praised me for having a sweet mouth a few days ago."

"What did she say?"

"She said I "smeared honey on my mouth""

"..."

There was silence for a while, and after a long while, Cheng Wang said in a low voice helplessly: "What did you say?"

Song Mingwang: "I said the teaching equipment in our school is rubbish."

Cheng Huan: "..."

On the day of the college entrance examination, Song Mingwang got up early and ate the poached eggs Song Yulan made for him.

"Look and eat quickly, just play casually in the examination room."

She didn't seem to have the slightest sense of nervousness as a parent of the children of the college entrance examination, and she even planned to have her hair permed that day before coming to pick up Song Mingwang.

It was a pity that Song Mingwang refused: "You don't need to pick me up. Whether I go to the examination room or come back, I will be picked up by our school bus."

The leaders of the third lieutenant colonel rented more than a dozen buses to take them to the examination room and school.

Although it was □□ o’clock in the morning, the students in the car were very excited, and some even sang loudly. At first, very few sang, and then everyone sang, and some even sang Also started crying.

Song Mingwang thought it was noisy, so he simply put on the earphones, and turned his lips away in disgust.

"I don't sing."

Cheng Wan turned his head and glanced at him, then looked away again, pretending not to see his reddish eye sockets.

The questions in the college entrance examination were not difficult for Song Mingwang at first, so he didn't feel anything when he walked out of the examination room after the last subject.

There is no sense of relief and no stress or anxiety. If I had to say something, it would be a feeling of bewilderment.

His three years are coming to an end.

Mingming said a few days ago that he wanted to grow up faster and bid farewell to high school, but at this time, he started to get scared again.

"Song Mingwang."

A figure standing out from the crowd behind the school gate waved to him and called his name.

Song Mingwang came back to his senses, and his eyes met Cheng Wang's.

Suddenly filled with courage again, he took the first step towards him.

His pace was getting faster and faster, over the turbulent crowd, he walked firmly in the direction of Cheng Huang.

Finally, she came in front of him and reached out to hug him.

Cheng Huan was startled for a moment, then reached out to pat him on the back, with a sense of comfort, not paying any attention to the curious gazes from the surrounding crowd.

He has always been like this, and he does not shy away from worldly eyes.

"what happened?"

Song Mingwang's nose was sour, and he said in a muffled voice, "I just want to hug."

The corners of Cheng Wan's mouth curled slightly: "Are you planning to be here?"

He didn't care, but if Song Mingwang felt ashamed after he realized it, he would blame him for not stopping him.

Song Mingwang let him go and walked forward.

In the middle of the walk, I still didn't forget to turn my head, and shouted pretending to be fierce.

"Not yet."

Cheng Wang stood where he was, looking at him with a smile.

June in Jiangcheng is just right, the breeze is warm, the flowers and trees on both sides of the street are in bloom again, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is wafting in the air, mixed with the fresh earthy smell after the summer rain.

Cheng Huang recalled in a trance that it seemed to be such a June.

He returned to school on a rare trip after the fight, and his desk was stuffed with rubbish.

He asked who it was, but no one answered.

Then suddenly a teenager kicked open the door and broke into the classroom unceremoniously.

He wrinkled his fair little face, curled his mouth unhappily, held a paper in his hand, and wore a loose blue and white school uniform, making him even more slender and thinner than his peers.

He seemed to have noticed himself, and looked straight at him, his pale pupils were clear and bright under the sunlight, so clean that one couldn't help but want to touch them.

The noisy cicadas were chirping tirelessly outside the window, and under the green shade, the sunlight poured into the classroom through the window and fell on the young man, as if his whole body was inlaid with a golden border.

The wind blew through his forehead hair, revealing those beautiful eyes looking at him.

Only then did Cheng Wang suddenly realize.

It turned out that he had already fallen.