Tired Bird Knows Return

In fact, Fucheng didn't play with many arrows, but every arrow was very precise, and Liu Cheng's outline was drawn around his head. Opening his eyes, the arrow was stuck in the center of the target on his left, about two or three meters away from him.

"Duan Xiaoming! After all, we are classmates in the same grade, and you just watch him spoil me!"

Duan Xiaoming covered his chest, "Speak softly, don't you know that I'm not in good health?"

"I," Liu Cheng looked at him anxiously, "Duan Xiaoming, I'm a classmate, so you should say something at least."

"What are you talking about?" Duan Xiaoming asked him, "You said you didn't do it on purpose, or did you say that you are weak and don't take beatings?"

"..."

"Why didn't you think of this earlier when you bullied Yanqing," Duan Xiaoming said, reaching for the phone, "Let's order something to eat, the night is very long."

Just like Duan Xiaoming's insignificant sigh, Liu Cheng was tortured under the bow and arrow of Fucheng for a whole night, and was only released the next morning. He was so physically and mentally exhausted that he knelt down on the ground limply I didn't move for a long time.

Fucheng later sent Duan Xiaoming home. Before getting off the car, Duan Xiaoming asked him to check on Chen Yanqing's injuries. He also said that boys want to save face, and he will not bother in the future.

The car door was closed, Fu Cheng leaned back sleepily on the back seat, and said to the master, "Go to No. [-] Middle School."

This weekend, Mr. Deng gave a day off. Chen Yanqing woke up after going back to sleep, stretched halfway, and shivered again.

Fucheng was sitting in front of the desk, drawing with his pen and paper. Hearing his movements, he didn't stop his hands, and said, "It's really enough to sleep."

"...No, when did you come in?"

"Miss Tang invited me in half an hour ago." The implication is that this is not considered trespassing.

Chen Yanqing got out of bed, walked behind him with his slippers on, and looked at the painting on the table, "What are you painting again?"

"Sleeping Beauty." Fu Cheng said.

"Let me take a look." Chen Yanqing reached out and took the notebook in front of him, and threw it back after seeing it clearly, "It's not like, redraw!" After speaking, he turned around and went out.

When he came back again, he had a toothbrush in his mouth, Fucheng didn't repaint, but lay down where he had slept, with one hand resting on his head, looking a little sleepy.

"You said I can sleep, what are you doing?"

"Stayed up late to play games," Fucheng said in a nasal voice, "Take it easy, let me sleep."

"Didn't I ask you to paint again? Why sleep?"

"Wake up and draw."

Chen Yanqing remained silent, looked at him for a while, and went back to the bathroom.

That day Fucheng slept until the afternoon, when Tang Ping came in and called them to eat, Chen Yanqing gestured for silence, Tang Ping quickly quieted down, and said in a breathy voice, 'It's time to eat'.

In the afternoon, Chen Yanqing sat at the desk and listened to the tape, and the voice of Brother Jielun was still in the earphones. He took a pen and added a few strokes to the painting in Fucheng, and then felt dissatisfied. I was still sleeping, and the outline drawn by the water-based pen was actually very similar. What Chen Yanqing was dissatisfied with was that he was actually drooling in the painting, and his sleeping appearance was extremely ugly. How could this be called Sleeping Beauty? Prince, so Chen Yanqing swiped his pen and wrote the words 'Sleeping Prince' on the right side.

Fucheng woke up at about 04:30, with his left hand covering his forehead, rubbing the swollen temples on both sides.

The light was soft, the window was opened with a gap, the wind swept in, the hair on Chen Yanqing's head moved, the headphone cable was blocked in front of the side of the neck, the small raised Adam's apple squirmed very clearly, Fucheng became more awake , turned over, but didn't call him, Chen Yanqing was beautiful like a beauty in the world only when he was silent, Fucheng thought nonsensically, talking would only make people want to gag him.

It may also be that this idea is too easy to realize. He had to think of the day when he picked wild fruits in Tangjiawan. He couldn't remember the taste of August Zha, but Chen Yanqing's taste kept twirling between his lips and teeth.

"you're awake?"

Fucheng Shensi came back and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is there anything to eat?"

"..."

Fucheng took the painting away at night, saying that he would repaint it and bring it to him, but in the next month, Chen Yanqing didn't wait for the painting, and the upstairs didn't know when it was gone. The sound of things and arguing.

Chen Yanqing spent this holiday at Teacher Deng and his family, and went to Duan Xiaoming's house in the middle. The Clivia still had 14 leaves, and Duan Xiaoming gave him toffee again.

On the first day of school, Tang Ping was too busy to take care of him. The matter of leading the senior year was finalized, and she would spend the whole year around the children in the class, but Chen Yanqing was fine. Freedom in the sense, for example, now, the school is full of students who come to sign up, and he and Yuan Ye are sitting under the awning of the canteen in the west, drinking iced Coke.

Yuan Ye held in his hand the iPhone that his father took him to Hong Kong to buy. After looking through the photo album for a while, he handed the phone to Chen Yanqing, "Here, this is Sha Tsim Tsui," Yuan Ye told him with great interest, " I took it at the hotel, how about it, isn’t it pretty?”

"nice……"

It turns out that this is Sha Tsim Tsui, Hong Kong, the city where everyone who has been there or who has not been there will express everything about it with a marvelous ending.

Chen Yanqing stared in a daze, Yuan Ye stretched out his hand again, and slid on the screen, "Look back yourself, anyway, I took pictures of the places I visited."

Chen Yanqing swipe backwards one by one with his fingers, each time he swipe, Yuan Ye explained in his ear——

"This is the Golden Bauhinia Square, next to the Convention and Exhibition Center, where the ceremony of Hong Kong's handover was held in 97."

In the photo, Yuan Ye was standing in front of the golden bauhinia flower, posing in a ridiculous pose. Chen Yanqing smiled lightly, and then slid to the next photo.

"This...how is it in the sky?"

Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows, "Helicopter, hey, below is Mount Taiping."

Chen Yanqing nodded, swipe away, and after a few seconds, swipe back again, "Where do you think this is?"

"Taiping Mountain," Yuan Ye said, "it's lush and lush, isn't it? My dad said that this is the top wealthy area, and there are houses hidden in the woods."

"Taiping Mountain..."

"Why, do you want to live here too?"

Chen Yanqing brushed aside his thoughts and clicked his tongue, "Who doesn't want to." Then he returned the phone to him, "Let's go, let's go to the classroom."

Yuan Ye followed Chen Yanqing in choosing liberal arts, and the class list after division was posted on the bulletin board by the school with great fanfare. At this time, there was a tight circle around the front of the bulletin board. Chen Yanqing and Yuan Ye stood in the back row, trying to read the two words clearly , but the distance is too far, only the densely packed small black dots can be seen on it.

"Can't we just go to the student union to have a look?"

"Oh, that's right." Chen Yanqing came to his senses and was about to turn around when he saw Yang Xiangan walking towards them. Before he could dodge in the future, Yang Xiangan yelled at him and said, "Why are you running? Follow me!" !"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the classroom," Yang Xiangan grabbed the two of them and walked towards Building B, saying, "Chen Yanqing, I have good news and bad news, which one do you listen to first?"

"There's no need to say bad news."

Yang Xiangan nodded and told him, "Your liberal arts class has a few trainee teachers this year."

"What kind of good news is this?"

"Fresh blood can drive your passion for studying."

Yuan Ye probably didn't have much interest, so he followed him and said, "Then let's talk about the bad news?"

"You two are not in the same class."

"..."

"It's not bad news. As long as you do some calculations on the rankings, there's a good chance you won't be in the same class." After Chen Yanqing finished speaking, he took two quick steps and leaned next to Yang Xiangan and said, "For me, the only good news is that I don't need to be in the same class." Go to your class again."

"Yo," Yang Xiangan clapped his hands, "I'm about to tell you about this. You're in the first class of liberal arts this year, and the first class of science is next door, and Fucheng is next door to you."

Chen Yanqing mumbled, and then heard him say, "Here's another bad news. I'm now in charge of a sophomore in high school, and I happen to be in charge of science class one, Chen Yanqing, let's look down and see you."

"..."

The start of school was not very pleasant. After being taken to the classroom by Yang Xiangan, Chen Yanqing had a face-to-face meeting with the new class teacher. The other party was a female teacher who was about the same age and figure as Tang Ping, but she taught mathematics. She looked much younger than Tang Ping. Ping is much sharper.

"Mr. Ye, I will trouble you." After Yang Xiangan sent Chen Yanqing to the place, he took Yuan Ye away. Chen Yanqing and the new head teacher looked at each other for a long time, and the head teacher smiled, "You are the son of Teacher Tang? "

"Ah, yes."

"I've heard about you in the group before. You and the principal's son rescued a student in the third year of high school, didn't you?"

"He saved it, and I didn't help." Chen Yanqing couldn't help wondering why people always praised him. It was Fucheng who did good deeds, but none of these teachers said a word about it?

"How about this, the new class has just been formed, and you will be the temporary class leader first, which happens to help me, and when everyone gets to know each other well, we will start selecting class cadres."

"Uh, okay, I got it, Teacher Ye," Chen Yanqing couldn't refuse, and looked around before saying, "Where is the book, I'll move it."

"Over there in the office, you can wait first. The boarding students have gone to the dormitory to make up the beds. We will go together when they come."

"It's okay." At this time, someone came in to sign up. In order to leave as soon as possible, Chen Yanqing walked to the door, "Ms. Ye, I will move it myself, no problem!"

After finishing speaking, he went directly to the office without waiting for the other party to reply. He just passed by the next classroom, and he slowed down a bit. There were some people tidying up the desks. When Fu Cheng was not seen, Chen Yanqing squeezed the corner of his mouth and quickened his pace again.

"Oh no, Fucheng, what's wrong with me, why do you swallow half of what you say?"

"You're blocking my way." Fucheng's deep voice came, and Chen Yanqing stopped. The voice of the conversation came from the stairs. Chen Yanqing stopped at the front door of the next class, and one step further was the stairs. Worried about embarrassing the girl, Chen Yanqing simply didn't plan to walk over.

"I just want to ask you, why do you look down on me so much?" Lu Meichen was visibly irritable, "Before I asked me if I was weaned for no reason, and if I didn't like it, I didn't like it. Asking me if I was weaned, are you really bullying? ?”

"How did you bully you?"

"You don't respect me!" Lu Meichen said, "Do you think there is a difference between whether weaned or not and 'has your hair grown?"

"Yes," Fu Cheng said, "I respect you a lot, that's why I asked you if you were weaned."