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There are people on campus who are very excited to become "senior", but there are also old fried dough sticks who have been the oldest since moving to the campus and yawn lazily.

Recently, there have been parades abroad again, and social media marketing accounts are full of rainbows. An Yu blocked an extreme speech advocating that "the opposite sex is only for reproduction, and the same sex is true love", swiped Weibo for a while, and quit in boredom come out.

He still thinks the person sitting in front of him in reality is more fun.

There are seven or eight small dishes that are still steaming on the two desks that are put together.

Yu Zisheng leaned back on the back of the chair, put his hands in the open coat pockets, raised one leg and stepped on the table in front of him.

When he looked out of the window, he had a lazy and erratic air about him.

There is a brick wall behind the No. 2 building. The original plan was to tear it down when the construction was started, but suddenly a group of historical and cultural relic protection experts came from nowhere and said that this wall must not be demolished.

If not demolished, it will not be demolished, but half of the foundation of the building has been dug, and it cannot be removed, so the two finally compromised, and the fence was left for about ten meters according to the protection area drawn by the experts, and the building was built accordingly.

It is rumored that a teacher later asked the principal where the brick wall was a cultural relic. Peng Jianhua was silent and said helplessly, "The governor, the old man, used to graffiti here."

"..."

Is the city still okay.

The truth is unclear, but no one cares soon anyway—Mr. Chen, who just arrived, took the students who were learning oil painting down the next day, and completed a half-proposition creation on the half of the wall.

After that, the mural was like a blackboard newspaper, and it would be replaced every few days.

The classrooms facing it were turned into utility rooms because of poor lighting, tables, chairs and painting utensils were thrown away.

Displayed outside the window today is a chat box superimposed on the previous painting, with "TOBEORNOTTOBE" written on it in exaggerated fonts that almost pop out.

Shakespeare is still awesome, and Hamlet's hesitation to die still confuses contemporary students.

An Yu rubbed her chin, and broke the silence with a smile: "You interrupted me last time, do you need me to say it again?"

Or... he already knew?

Yu Zisheng didn't seem to notice that there was a person opposite him, he was still staring at the mural in a daze, and didn't make a sound.

An Yu wanted to provoke him, and the prop was someone who would come over for dinner later.

But seeing Yu Zisheng's dangerous posture of stepping on the table bucket, An Yu judged that as soon as he said the name "Yudianer", the half table of delicate dishes would be kicked on him immediately.

That's all.He talked about stand-up comedy in his mind.

No way no way no way, is there anyone who doesn't know that Yu Zisheng is gay?

Oh, he himself doesn't know.

That understands.

The good-looking boy raised the corners of his lips in a funny way, and suddenly heard the Yugou lazily saying, "How did you find out?"

He turned his head to look at An Yu.

"I'm talking about yourself."

An Yu raised her eyebrows, and said frankly: "I knew it in elementary school, I'm precocious, let's see what the colonel does."

He spoke briefly, and didn't mention that he became classmates with the school girl in junior high school, which seemed to break him up for a while, but in the end there was still no story about breaking up.

Last time in the hotel, the other party loved to listen to stories, and he stuck to An Yu's neck and shoulders intimately, with a hoarse voice, wanting to know more about the past of this dewy relationship.

An Yu was also confused, she was blindfolded by this gentle atmosphere, she was delirious and told about the past, and then she got a careless sigh from the other party, and a sentence of pity, "After that, you will become like this Yet".

What has become of it.

An Yu smiled, bent her knees and slammed into the man's body hard, stroked her forehead and sat up, smiling and looking at the man lying on the pillow with a painful face.

"Ready, your grandpa and I were always like this."

Thanks to that grandson, An Yu has been too lazy to go out recently, and has become a bit fond of studying.

In the past, as long as the first sentence of the story was uttered, Yu Zisheng would look away expressionlessly.

But this time the boy stared at him calmly, calmly. When he saw that the playful smile on An Yu's lips was a bit unbearable, Yu Zisheng lowered his head and raised his hand to scrape the soreness with his knuckles. eye sockets.

"I don't know if I am," he said.

If the enlightenment of sexual consciousness usually comes from a certain heartbeat, then Yu Zisheng probably meets the above-mentioned requirement.

And after that?Does he really like men?

It is rare for this person to be able to see some distress. An Yu looked at Yu Zisheng strangely for a while, and tried to persuade him with experience: "It's okay, you can take it step by step. Accepting your differences is not very easy. It’s also a good thing that I recognized myself earlier than most people. You are the same age as me, take your time, you can first think: You are not, you just like that person.”

Yu Zisheng shook his head: "No need."

An Yu blinked slowly.

The last sentence just now was obviously his nonsense, and like the previously blocked Weibo, it was An Yu's usual dismissive remarks.

——Perhaps such people really exist, but love that is not even sure about its orientation is just a loose sand, and it doesn't need to be blown by the wind, and it will fall apart after two steps.

Even the school girl who was almost "broken" by him back then was just a cowardly closet.

Golden sentence quote√

Smooth deception×

An Yu smiled and turned to look out the window.

"Then he's lucky."

He didn't say his name, and it seemed that he didn't need to, because the next second the kid appeared at the door of the classroom, bluffing: "Brother Zisheng, Jiang Jiang is really crazy!"

"puff."

Yu Dian knocked on the door frame, and blinked at the laughing An Yu: "Senior, you come to eat too!"

An Yu jumped off the table with his trouser pocket in his pocket, went to the door and rubbed the child's head, with a very kind tone: "I've eaten, come and wander around, you guys eat."

Yu clicked "Oh", watched him leave unsteadily from behind, turned around, and Yu Zisheng had already placed three pairs of chopsticks on the table.

Jiang Zhai carried three boxes of rice from the cafeteria and walked in right after Yu Dian.

"Next time my second aunt will show her love again, can you also prepare the staple food? The line is terribly long, and the meal is only [-] cents, but the lunch box costs [-] cents. I am really poor."

Yu Dian was surprised: "What? I always thought it was $[-]?"

Jiang Zhai pinched his face with a smirk: "My young master, don't interrupt our conversation so bluntly, I know you always only look at the total price."

And even if he sells him two yuan for one or two meals, Yu Dian will only take it for granted-how difficult it is for the farmer uncle!Every particle is hard work!

Yu Dian pouted, and waved a pair of chopsticks before his eyes.

He took it with a smile, turned his head and smiled sweetly at Yu Zisheng, and the expressionless young man also moved his eyebrows slightly, and a second later he pretended to be nonchalant and asked him to try the dishes softly.

On weekdays, Jiang Zhai is best at interpreting micro-expressions, but he is obviously still thinking about the story of the person he met in the corridor just now, and he didn't have much time to pass it on to others.

It was rare for the three of them to get together, but the atmosphere was strangely silent.

Yu Dian is a chatterbox and can't bear to be lonely, but when he rolls his eyes, neither of the two cool brothers pays attention to him.

The kid curled his lips, took out his phone and put it on the corner of the table, and started to browse Weibo.

Yu Dian has many Weibo accounts, those who chase stars, those who chat, those who pretend to be aggressive, those who share life... They are neatly displayed on the login page, and the avatar and ID of each account are completely different.

He Dan was lucky enough to glance at it before, and he was dumbfounded: "Come on, you're schizophrenic."

Yu gave him a white look, and didn't bother to explain.

The social accounts that can be shared with strangers are often the ones that can best outline a person's true appearance from the dynamics. Yu clicked on so many trumpets not to hide his own truth...

Well, there is part of the reason, but more of them are Libras who have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Chasing the movie king's Weibo account is diligently making data for him, and the pretentious account is all about his niche music and movies, sharing the playful things of life, and he writes some ordinary things as a diary.

There may be five or six posts a day, and it may not be updated for five or six days when I can't remember, but I didn't expect that in the end, this Weibo has the most fans.

Let me tell you quietly, Yudianer is a small blogger with over [-] fans.

Although he never posts selfies or any content that can hint his identity, each of them is playful and cute. Even when he stumbles on the side of the road, he can find a pair of mating seven-star ladybugs hidden under the raised floor tiles...uh This is not important, anyway, I know that many people like him.

He himself likes this account very much, and the degree of seriousness in running it is second only to the star chasing trumpet that supported Bo Chi.

But everyone around me doesn't know this, Yu Dian only completed mutual fandom with his classmates in the account specially used for chatting, and every day he pretended to be a person and learned to check in on the homepage.

"Congratulations, Yudian nodded, you have completed another set of political tests today, with a correct rate of 33.1%"

The damn software automatically posted Weibo for him, which was equivalent to finishing his homework, washing up and getting ready to go to bed, only to find out that his classmates had already commented twenty "hahahahahahaha" on his Weibo.

Yu Dian blushed in embarrassment and replied with an angry expression after a comment that "Teacher Zhang cried after reading it", and immediately switched to the pretend trumpet, and casually clicked on a song he had shared before to calm his mood.

Yu Dian is very good at managing his own life, and he can live a splendid life by himself, but since entering high school, the update frequency of the account he shares his life with has gradually decreased.

It's not that the fun in life has become less, but that he laughs too much in life, but forgets to rack his brains for everything.

Yu Dian, who was so happy that he forgot to share his life, remembered this account during the holidays. When he clicked in and took a look, he was shocked by the scary number of private messages. The Lord will not be depressed.

Yu Dian couldn't help but post a statement that would be updated at least once a week, and remembered the diary of that day by the way.

It was in the wee hours of the morning watching fireworks at the beach, and Yu Dian was lying in the tent wrapped in a sleeping bag with his back facing Yu Zisheng, and couldn't resist posting a photo that just happened to capture the film's curtain.

There are only four words in the accompanying text: "I'm so happy."

Hundreds of new messages were refreshed on the homepage of Weibo. Yu Dian swipe his fingertips while picking up food. When he saw a blog post sent by a familiar pornographic account a few minutes ago, he couldn't help laughing.

"After the ticket is checked, you will send me back to the country halfway. I warn you, either send me back to the departure point, or drive the car to the destination. Giving up halfway is equal to women's abduction!"

The accompanying picture is a kitten who got on the high-speed rail and was grabbed by the conductor, still holding on to the seat and unwilling to leave.

"You are not allowed to play with your phone while eating." Yu Zisheng tapped him on the head with his chopsticks.

Yu Dian rubbed his forehead, and without getting angry, he turned the screen with the anti-peeping film to Yu Zisheng with a smile: "It's so funny!"

The child's smile was unpredictable, Yu Zisheng raised his eyebrows slightly to give him face, lowered his eyelids and looked over, without paying specific attention to the Weibo text, but was attracted by the blogger's profile picture and notes.

Yu Zisheng watched it for two seconds, then reached out and clicked on the Weibo homepage with the note "Sister Ziyu".

Suddenly tensed up.

He is using the account with the most followers at the moment. He was on Weibo with Ziyu's sister during the trip, and he opened this account immediately. Before he could switch, he was spotted by a girl with sharp eyes.

"Ah, it turns out that you are just nagging at Diandian! I have been following you for a long time, just give me a follower."

As if aware of the child's hesitation for a moment, Yu Ziyu raised his eyes and smiled at him without changing his expression: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to use the trumpet to interact with me. Ahhh, tweeting that I met you."

Her tone of voice was too gentle, and Yu Dian shook her head with a smile, and searched for Yu Ziyu, who was personally certified as an "anime blogger" among her fans, and followed each other.

However, Yu Zisheng didn't seem to pay much attention to whether Yu Dian's account was the one he usually showed them—he was staring at the masked selfie Yu Ziyu sent a second ago, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is this the sister you met on your previous trip?"

Yu Dian was a little surprised: "How do you know!"

Yu Zisheng returned the phone to him, his expression was still indescribable, he couldn't believe it again and asked without answering: "Is this the one with a cute younger brother, cute sister?"

Yu Dian didn't notice the boy's strange pause, he was almost shocked by Yu Zisheng's performance like a fortune teller: "Yes."

Yu Zisheng was speechless, Jiang Zhai leaned back holding his chopsticks, glanced at the selfie on the screen where the girl covered half of her face but her eyebrows and eyes were still beautiful enough, and couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't this Miss Ziyu?"

Yu Dian was even more shocked: "Jiang Er, you know it too!"

No... wait.

Yu Zisheng, Zisheng, Ziyu, Yu Ziyu...

Yu Dian: "...So Ziyu's other younger brother is you?"

Yu Zisheng nodded in disbelief, momentarily speechless, still unable to get over the shock of his cousin being evaluated as "cute".

No wonder he received amulets as gifts when he came back from the trip. Yu Ziyu and Dongdong had achieved success in their studies, and Yu Dian was safe and sound.

He thought they bought it from a chain of wholesale markets.

Yu Dian became angry: "We asked for that from the temple! We lined up all morning, and each person asked for five at most!!"

He begged one for each of his father, mother, brother, and grandma, and the last one was left. He forgot about himself, but thought of Yu Zisheng.

Jiang Zhai seemed to have discovered something: "Huh? What amulet?"

"..." Yu Dian changed the subject: "Yu Zisheng is really nothing."

Jiang Di: "Wait a minute, what..."

Yu Zisheng nodded in agreement: "Well, I'm really nothing."

Jiang Di: "..."

He glanced at the two of them a few times, trying to understand something, turned his head to the side with a chuckle, and shook his head.

"No wonder I saw that my cousin had a peace amulet in his wallet. I thought my second aunt went to the near mountain to ask for it, and when she came back, she forced you to bring it with her."

But it turned out that his little deskmate begged for it.

Yu Dian blinked, as if he didn't expect that the destination of his peace talisman was actually by Yu Zisheng's side. He wanted to talk, but he didn't know how to speak, so he said dryly: "The one that sister Ziyu gave you?" ?”

He is successful in his studies, and his eyes are hot when he looks at it.

Yu Zisheng wanted to throw it away, but before falling asleep at night, he still sat up from the bed with dazed eyes, turned on the bedside lamp and managed to find it on the corner of the table, put it back intact in the guard bag, opened the drawer and put it in a place he usually didn't want. Spacious enough to tread but conspicuous enough.

"Lost it," he said.

Certainly not lost.

Yu Dian took a peek at him, thinking that he had asked him for the peace amulet before, and he said he couldn't find it.

Yu Zisheng picked up a chopsticks dish for the child and put it in the lunch box: "Hurry up and eat, it will get cold in a while."

Jiang Di had already finished eating, he packed up his share of garbage, got up and prepared to retreat: "I'm going to call Bian Bian, you take your time."

Where, where is it?Will use verbs.

When Yu Zisheng said "Get lost", Jiang Di had already waved his hands and disappeared at the door.

There were only the two of them left in the huge classroom, a table with leftovers, and messy piles of tables, chairs, and easels.

Yu Dian was playing "Balloon Leaky" with his mouth puffed out, and heard Yu Zisheng ask him, "Are you full?"

Yu nodded, feeling a little regretful that their solitude today was about to come to an end.

"Then sit down for a while, I'm too lazy to clean up." Yu Zisheng said.

Yu Dian blinked, nodded again, his heart was pounding, but Yu Zisheng sat for a while, and he really just sat with his legs crossed like a grandfather, simply sitting for a while.

Isn't this person supposed to come and beat me? Why did he give up halfway?

give up halfway!It is equal to women's abduction and trafficking!Hmm... It's equivalent to abducting and trafficking children!

Sister Ziyu's aphorisms echoed in my ears, and Yu Dian sat opposite the boy, with both palms on the chair surface for support, his eyes wandering.

"Sleepy?" Yu Zisheng asked him again.

Yu Dian couldn't help laughing: "Are you sleepy, brother Zisheng?"

Yu Zisheng, who wasn't sleepy at all, nodded and said, "Sleep on your stomach? It's quiet here."

Upstairs, a music student was playing the piano, which was very effective in helping him sleep, so Yu nodded and followed Yu Zisheng to pack up the tableware.

"Then let's wash the lunch box first, and then go to bed when we come back."

"No need," Yu Zisheng tapped his forehead with his index finger, "I'll just go, you can sleep for a while, I'll come over later."

His eyes were too quiet, almost to the point of tenderness.

Yu Dian, who wanted to get along with him for a while longer, was so stared at that his heart was about to jump out, so he could only forcefully suppress his head and nod his head in panic, and was left alone in the classroom.

It's a good thing that he doesn't like himself, otherwise, wouldn't Raindrop be easily manipulated by him.

Fortunately, Yu Zisheng really didn't want to play tricks on him.

The sink where the art students wash their paint boxes was used to wash their lunch boxes. Yu Zisheng watched the small dishes being washed under the tap with one hand in his pocket, his long eyelashes drooping, and he didn't know what to think.

When I went back, the child had already fallen asleep on the table.

He had felt for a long time that Yu Dian's sleeping face looked like a pure and flawless little angel.

So when did the heartbeat start?

Probably, she accidentally dreamed that he was sleeping next to him like this, and the Yu Zisheng in the dream was bolder than her current self.

The boy fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes, looking at him quietly and innocently, without any hesitation, he closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss her.

After all, there is something to think about every day, and something to dream about at night.

In the dream, a pillow of yellow beams is like dew and electricity.