his little candy

Sarira is the empty form of all dharmas

Not born, not destroyed, not dirty, not clean, not increasing, not decreasing

是 故 空中 无色

Faye Wong's Heart Sutra was played on a loop in the book bar, and the Sanskrit melody echoed in Song Guo's mind for a long time, causing him to repeat the sentence "Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color" in his mind all afternoon. "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form" has become a monk.

Song Guo couldn't help but looked up at the bar curiously.

The owner of the book bar is a 30-year-old man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a black shirt, neat hair, standing there methodically wiping the books, wearing a string of bodhi beads on his wrist, simple and quiet, like an old tree.

There will always be special people in life, Song Guo didn't take it to heart, glanced at it casually, then looked away, and began to devote himself to the excerpt reading.

A cup of mocha, a book, Song Guo stayed until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Song's mother called.

"Hey, Mom."

"Guoguo, what time is it? You haven't gone home yet. You have class tomorrow. Have you finished your homework?"

Song Guo was annoyed for a while, and her voice was a little weaker: "Well...no, there are still two test papers."

Mother Song suddenly raised her voice, and her penetrating voice suddenly sounded in the quiet book bar: "Then come back soon, there are guests coming for dinner tonight, you should go home early."

Song Guo rubbed the center of her brows, walked out of the book bar quickly, and replied: "Mom, I'm going out to eat with my classmates at night, so you don't have to wait for me."

Song's mother's tone was irrefutable: "Then you have to come back soon."

Song Guo grabbed the pendant white rabbit fur ball on the phone case, and said obediently: "I see, Mom."

Song Guo hung up the phone and walked around the book bar a few times to exercise his muscles.

He walked to the bookshelf and flipped through a few magazines.

After flipping through a few books, his eyes suddenly fell on a magazine.

On the page was a young man in a basketball uniform. The young man smiled slightly. He was sunny and handsome. He was buckling the basketball with one hand on his waist, and his brows and eyes were full of vigor.

The pages also feature bold, colorful headlines such as:

National Top Ten Outstanding Youth

13 year old champion

A generation of city grass attracts attention

The magazine is from a few years ago, but it is well preserved after collection, fresh and tidy, as clean as a newly purchased book, but it still has yellowing from years of experience.

At six o'clock in the evening, Su Ruan ended the whole day's support trip.

After finding a random restaurant and eating a bowl of noodle soup, Song Guo and Su Ruan got on the subway and went home one after another.

"Mom, I'm back."

When Song Guo got home, she was so tired that she lay down on the sofa.Although he didn't do much and mostly stayed in the book bar, running around the city with Su Ruan was exhausting.

Song's mother was cleaning up the dishes. Seeing Song Guo came back, she put down the plate in her hand, washed her hands, and came out with a smile, "Mom made your favorite pie. It's hot."

Song Guo looked greedy, swallowed, and felt that after drinking a large bowl of noodle soup outside, she should be able to fit a piece of pie, so she ran to wash her hands, took the pie and started eating.

"Oh...it's delicious! Mom, your craftsmanship is still so good." Song Guo took a bite and swallowed, the familiar fragrance spread between her lips and teeth, and she narrowed her eyes in happiness, but happiness only lasted for three seconds, and Song's mother was in a hurry. With a straight face, "Go do your homework after eating."

Song Guo saw that there were three bowls on the dining table, and asked with a sweet smile, "Mom, is the neighbor here for dinner?"

Song's mother frowned and sighed: "Here we come. Hey...their children are well-bred, why don't I have such a well-bred son."

Song Guo shrunk her neck in desperation, and walked slowly towards her room, and the voice of Song's mother talking to herself came from behind her.

"I think that young man's family is rich, and the decoration furniture in the house is at least a million..."

Song Guo closed the bedroom door to block out Song's mother's voice, swallowed the last bite of the pie, washed her hands, and started to do the last two test papers.

After finishing the test paper, Song Guo took a shower, then walked out, blowing the night breeze outside the balcony.

Why isn't Meow coming?

Song Guo looked towards the next door, and saw that the door outside the balcony was closed tightly, but the bright light inside could be seen through the glass door.

Han Che was lying on the bed, with a cold handsome face, talking with Han Qing on the phone.

Han Qing: "What's the matter on the phone?"

"I want to check out."

"You've only stayed for a few days and you want to check out? This house is the closest to the school and it's convenient. Why do you want to check out?"

Han Che rubbed his brows, recalling the scene when he was eating next door just now, his face was darkened.

Han Che told Han Qing what had happened, and Han Qing laughed out loud on the phone, "Who made you look too anxious, and you are so handsome, you don't really look like a boy, but you look like a young man in his twenties , there is actually someone looking for you on a blind date."

"Ha ha!"

"Age is not a problem, my sister supports you."

Han Che hung up the phone with a black face.

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

Han Che looked over, and sure enough, Emperor Meow was wandering around the sliding door of the balcony.

He closed the door on purpose, especially since Miaowu may have gone to the next door these days and took his...private clothes over. If it wasn't for the cat fur in the grid, he wouldn't have found it.

Girls don't think it's good that he is a pervert.

When Han Che went to the next door, he saw a girl's pink headband on the sofa, coupled with a series of clues from the neighbor's aunt who checked the household registration enthusiastically, he understood that the neighbor's aunt wanted her daughter and him...

Must move out immediately!

but……

Han Che frowned, struggled for half a second, and sent another text message to Han Qing.

"Don't move away yet."

"Why? Do you want to move out? Young master! Your sister and I are very busy!"

Han Che hung up the phone, folded his arms and folded his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, thinking for a long time.

The next day.

Song Guo was awakened by the alarm clock. She had to go to school on Monday, and Song Guo got up at seven o'clock.

Last night before going to bed, he did a few self-review questions, and he didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the evening, which caused him to wake up in the morning, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Song Guo washed up, changed into her school uniform, opened the door in a daze, took the elevator, and left the apartment building.

Arriving at the subway station, getting on the subway, the crowd was crowded, Song Guo found a place against the wall, and squinted his eyes for a while.

"Um..."

Song Guo became more and more sleepy, and his vision became hazy. He kept his head down. His fluffy head was huddled in the collar of his school uniform jacket like a cute little animal. As the subway shook, his head kept knocking against the cold air. wall.

Until the subway shook violently at the next station, Song Guo suddenly couldn't stand still, and fell softly to one side. At this time, a hand with well-articulated bones firmly held Song Guo's arm, and gently pulled it He supported him, letting Song Guo lean against the boy's chest as if he had found a subway wall to lean on.

Two 10 minutes later.

"The train ahead is at the station, Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School Station, passengers who get off the train, please get ready."

Song Guo regained consciousness in a daze, and the first thing he felt strange was that the walls of the subway were so soft. He rubbed against them, but didn't kowtow.

Well……

Why is something wrong?

How can the wall have temperature?

The moment his mind returned, Song Guo suddenly opened his eyes and looked up, only to see a familiar face suddenly appearing in front of his eyes.

Close at hand.

The strange and fresh breath from the boy drifted between his nostrils, and Song Guo was at a loss for a moment, unable to distinguish dreams from reality.

His heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, his throat was stuck, and he couldn't make a sound. After the astonishment passed and his consciousness returned, he suddenly left the boy's body and quickly ran out towards the subway gate.

After getting off the subway, with the cool wind blowing, all his senses, embarrassment, embarrassment, embarrassment... rushed over in an instant, about to overwhelm him.

Still leaning on someone else's arms like in front of strangers...

When Han Che stepped out of the subway entrance, he saw a certain puppy running fast towards the school gate.

Song Guolei ran to the classroom in one breath, took off his schoolbag, sat down, pulled the schoolbag over his head, and covered his head until the stuffy breath could cover his embarrassment to the red hotness.

Su Ruan stared in astonishment at Song Guo, who had lost his composure for the first time, and opened his mouth in surprise after a while, "Little Guoguo, what's the matter with you?"

Song Guo was still in the embarrassing situation of the last one, and her mind hadn't recovered yet. She denied where she was and said, "I don't know! I'm not! I don't!"

Su was stunned and soft: "What?"

Song Guo:

I don't know why I'm leaning against Han Che's arms?

I did not do it on purpose!

I didn't think too much about it...

Song Guo's heart beat like a drum, he had never encountered that kind of situation before, and until now, he still couldn't get out of the scene just now, let alone, there were still passengers in the whole car at that time, just looking at him... Leaning on the In Han Che's arms, he slept all the way.

The heart was pounding, like a starter was installed, it kept beating, the frequency was getting faster and faster, and it was about to jump out of the chest cavity.

No!

Can't think any more.

That was an accident...

Seeing Song Guo lying on the table, Su Ruan was curious, but the most important thing now was the answer to the test paper. He anxiously took the schoolbag that Song Guo was covering his head and opened.

"Xiao Guoguo, the first class is math class. Teacher Chen just came and said that he will teach the test papers with class B. I only copied the multiple-choice questions on the weekend, and I didn't write the steps to solve the big questions. I will first Copy it." Su Ruan rambled a lot, Song Guo became inexplicably irritable, covered his ears, then raised his head suddenly, and said in a displeased voice, "Ruan Ruan, you talk a lot!"

Song Guo's fair face was filled with "I'm not feeling well today, don't mess with me!"

Su Ruan kept complaining, her glazed eyes seemed to be hiding water, and two teardrops burst out instantly, "Wuuu... Xiao Guoguo... You are fierce... You don't love me anymore."

Song Guo's irritability was like a poked balloon, puffing down, but he couldn't find the point of strength for a while, so he could only vent his breath in a muffled voice.

He looked at Su Ruan speechlessly, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, every scumbag would be an Oscar winner for the answer, if Ruan Ruan's grades were as good as his acting skills, it would be fine.

Sun Yang, on behalf of the physics class, threw his schoolbag on the table, ran to Song Guo's desk, and said, "Song Guo is here, let me see the answer to the last electromagnetic field in physics, what is the derivation result of the total time for charged particles to reach the dotted line?" , I can't figure it out right."

Song Guo threw the schoolbag to him, and said softly, "Find it yourself."

His mood is fluctuating now, and his mind is confused. Let alone charged particles, even an atomic bomb cannot make time explode, and go back to before he got on the subway in the morning.

Just when Song Guo's thoughts were blocked by a ball of cotton wool, there was a sudden sound beside her.

"Hey, fuck me."

Song Guo's heart rose to her throat, and she jumped up and down. She didn't know what Sun Yang found in his schoolbag to be so surprised...

Sun Yang looked at it jokingly, took out a black object from his schoolbag, winked and said, "I didn't expect, Song Guo...you are so big!"