The trap of the school grass bamboo horse

By the time the pair returned to school the following week, word had already spread.The students around them surrounded them and asked them a lot.As cold as Yin Zifeng, even a little overwhelmed.

But through this incident, Yin Zifeng became a little more familiar with everyone.It is no longer the same as when the school just started, the classmates are a little strange and cautious when facing him.

After all, heroes are welcome everywhere.

It is definitely a good thing for everyone to clean up the little gangsters who often hang out in this area.

Since the two returned to school, Cheng Hao has always avoided them.

Whenever he passed by Shen Hang, he would bury his head low and deliberately speed up his pace.

Cheng Hao didn't say a word about what happened that day, let alone thank Shen Hang.

But Yin Zifeng no longer saw any negative emotions of resentment or contempt that often appeared before from Cheng Hao's eyes that occasionally peeked at Shen Hang.

Everyone's personality is different.Some people like to pick things out no matter what they say or do. Maybe this kind of person will appear reckless and impulsive in the eyes of others.Such as Shen Hang.

But some people are different, no matter what they do, they will hide their true thoughts.He likes to show half of what he says or do and hide half of it.It may be due to their subconscious self-protection, or it may be that their personalities are awkward and they can't save face, so even if they have done something wrong or owed favors to others, they will not admit it openly, and will only choose to use roundabout ways. way in return.

But at least as far as the current situation is concerned, the results are not bad.

Yin Zifeng dare not say how open-minded his character is.

But he is very clear that Shen Hang is much cuter than Cheng Hao.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

After such a comparison, Yin Zifeng actually felt that such a lovely and rare breed like Shen Hang should be well protected.

Perhaps, he can determine what major to take in the future.

This is the first time Yin Zifeng has experienced this feeling of suddenly making up his mind and having a clear goal.

A class bell rang, and the noisy voices in the corridor gradually faded out of the eardrums.

Shen Hang hung half of his arms, not forgetting to observe whether the teacher came, while throwing an eraser at Su Yu, a chubby boy who was sitting in front of him and was fighting with him.

Looking at the playful young man, Yin Zifeng slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

After all, the boy who brazenly broke into the forbidden area of ​​his heart and made him care about it was such a troublesome person.

In order to live a peaceful life in the future, Yin Zifeng planned to talk to the head teacher about the major he would choose in the future after the end of this semester.

……

After a few rounds of autumn rain, it became colder and colder.

Before I knew it, it was already November.

Walking on the road in the evening, I breathed a sigh of relief and could see it condensed into white mist.

Yin Zifeng was left by the math teacher to sort out the test papers for the next week's test, so he went home later than Shen Hang.

Grandpa Yin's health has gotten worse in the past few days, and the doctor asked him to be hospitalized again.

There was no one at home to cook, so Yin Zifeng bought a few steamed buns at a roadside steamed stuffed bun shop and took them home.

Yin Zifeng thought to finish his homework and go to bed early when he got home, and go to the hospital tomorrow morning to take care of grandpa instead of grandma.

But when he walked downstairs of the house in a dispirited manner, he casually raised his eyes and found that the windows that should have been dark in the house were emitting warm golden soft light.

Yin Zifeng quickened his pace unconsciously. When he went upstairs and approached the door of his house, he saw that only the anti-theft door was closed, but the door was open.

"Huh? You're back." Shen Hang heard the door opening, walked to the door, and greeted Yin Zifeng with a smile while shaking his white teeth.

Yin Zifeng saw Shen Hang wearing an apron and holding a spatula, and asked in surprise, "You...why are you at my house?"

Shen Hang looked back at the fire on the stove, hurried back to the gas stove, and used a spatula to turn over the braised pork ribs that were burning.

"Hi. Your grandma just came home to pick up some things. I wanted you to come to my house for dinner, but my parents happened to be away for a company trip these two days. I said that there is no one at my house anyway, so why don't you just take it?" Come to your house to cook with the leftover materials at home. We can eat together later."

Shen Hang said while pouring some rice wine into the pot.

A burst of strong meaty aroma was stimulated by the rice wine that was put into the pot, filling the whole kitchen with aroma, and Yin Zifeng suddenly felt a little hungry.

Watching Shen Hang scoop out a little soup from the pot with a spoon and put it to his mouth to taste, Yin Zifeng stared at him blankly.

For the first time, he found that Shen Hang with serious and focused eyes was very gentle, completely different from his usual hippie smile.

That kind of tenderness, like an invisible rose thorn, pierced into the bottom of my heart in a flash.

Yin Zifeng came back to his senses and found that Shen Hang was already taking out a plate to fill out the ribs.

"You know how to cook?" Shen Hang knew how to cook, which was beyond Yin Zifeng's expectation.

He is clearly a careless and escaped boy, but he did not expect to be so proficient in cooking.

"My dad used to work night shifts all the time. During that time, my mother's unit was merged with another unit. There was no one cooking at home, so I practiced it." Shen Hang scooped up the ribs from the pot, carefully and evenly Put it on a white porcelain plate, and hand it to Yin Zifeng, "Go on, young master! Put it on the table. Why are you standing there? I have to cook another dish."

"... Oh." Yin Zifeng was a little guilty by Shen Hang's words, and slowly took the plate he handed over, and his finger touched Shen Hang's finger on the bottom of the plate inadvertently.

It was a hand that was different from his own, slightly rough, but warmer than his own.

Yin Zifeng's heart was scalded by the warmth from the fingertips, and he became agitated strangely, and the agitation soon rushed to his cheeks.

He hurriedly turned his back, for fear that Shen Hang would notice something unusual.

Yin Zifeng is hardly picky about food.No matter what the dish is, whether it is well done or not, he will eat it.

His likes and dislikes of food are reflected in the fact that he will eat a few more chopsticks when he encounters a dish that suits his taste; when he encounters a dish he doesn't like, he will only take a bite or two occasionally.He doesn't like celery, for example.

But tonight, Shen Hang made a dish of stir-fried dried shredded celery, and he unknowingly ate half of the plate.

It's not how delicious Shen Hang's fried food is.

On the contrary, when Yin Zifeng ate this evening meal, his mind was distracted almost the whole time.

He didn't realize that he didn't taste like this meal, he just faintly noticed that there seemed to be some changes in his state of mind.

And that kind of change that he can't grasp for the future makes him feel both anticipation and fear.

It seemed that there was an uncontrollable force brewing quietly deep in his heart, forming an invisible hurricane that would take him to a distant place where he could not see the future.

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