let loose

Song Mian's eyes were like copper bells. He knew that Jiang Zhou could fight 800 years ago. After all, the price of a fighter must be four times that of others, but he didn't expect this person to be so good at fighting. His legs are so flexible. .

The scene was embarrassing for a moment, and after a while, Lin Tingxi's younger brothers rushed over, Huang Daliang looked back and forth between Lin Tingxi and Song Mian as if he had seen a ghost, Song Mian gave him a supercilious look and a middle finger.

Lin Tingxi handed over the rest of the mess to Jiang Zhou, and rushed towards the school while grabbing Song Mian's wrist, Yang Luoluo quickly followed their footsteps.

There was no one in the school infirmary at the moment, knocked on the door and went in, only a female doctor was sitting at a small pure white wooden table, writing something.

This female doctor is about forty years old, her surname is Zhang, she is thin, her complexion is a little pale, but her eyes are very clear. When she saw three students come in as soon as she knocked on the door, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

After asking, he saw the long red line on Song Mian's face, and quickly got up and came over, "Oh, the watermelon knife cut it, the wound looks quite long."

"It's okay, it's long, it's not deep, and it won't leave a scar. Is there any other injuries?"

"That's the only injury, there's nothing else." Song Mian said and glanced at Jiang Zhou admiringly.

Jiang Zhou ignored him, and asked Dr. Zhang to take a 360-degree view of Song Mian's wound that was about to scab, and then pushed him into the infusion room without any explanation, and then followed the doctor to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

"Hey, Xue Shen's seriousness is a hundred times scarier than usual cold face." When they left, Yang Luoluo patted his chest exaggeratedly, and heaved a sigh of relief like a boulder fell to the ground.

"It's cute." Song Mian was very happy, happy that Jiang Zhou came to rescue him alone.

He took out his phone and turned on the front camera to take pictures of the injuries on his face, familiarizing himself with his new image.

"You are the only one who thinks it is cute. When two ice cubes meet, they will always cherish each other. After all, they have found the same kind." Yang Luoluo also took out his phone, and opened the discussion post in Yizhong Tieba. You are more gentle, your school CP, I almost believe it."

"What school CP?"

Song Mian was confused, took Yang Luoluo's cell phone, and saw a large picture that he clicked on. In the photo, he was lying on Jiang Zhou's lap. Jiang Zhou lowered his head and was stroking his hair.

Looking at the background, it should be taken at Lingquan Mountain during the National Day. Behind Jiang Zhou is a huge rock, and in the corner is a small purple flower that has withered into a pickle but was not thrown away.

Song Mian's eyes shone brightly, shone brightly, and trembled rapidly, and there was something in her heart that was about to come out.

"This post was pushed to me at the end of the season. I think it's too funny. Those people in the school have so much imagination, but I think this picture is really cute, so I bookmarked this page."

Yang Luoluo was still talking to himself, but Song Mian couldn't hear clearly, his mind was confused, his heart was beating fast, excitement, excitement, unbelievable, all rushed into his mind.

With trembling fingertips, he gently pulled down the screen a few times, and the words spoken by netizens on the floor hit his heart like a fire.

Yang Luoluo was dismissed by Jiang Zhou and asked her to go to Dr. Zhang to prescribe two boxes of glucose again.

Jiang Zhou's index finger hooked the plastic bag, which contained trauma recovery ointment, alcohol swabs, and a box of painkillers.He insisted on the doctor to prescribe the painkiller, fearing that Song Mian would complain of pain after taking the medicine.

For some reason, he felt that Song Mian would cry out for pain, after all, he was so delicate.He deliberately ignored the idea of ​​"you are just worried about him" that was clamoring in his heart. Although the idea was very simple, the reason behind it was too heavy, and he didn't want to think deeply about it.

After entering the infusion room, Song Mian was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed at the door, half of her buttocks were sitting, the other half was hanging in the air, her head was hanging down, and her fingers were curled up on the blacked out mobile phone screen.

"Get up, go to the bathroom and wash the wound."

Jiang Zhou raised his leg and kicked Song Mian's toes.

Song Mian didn't move, didn't reply, her head was still hanging down, and she was swipe and pull the screen with straight fingers.

He is wearing newly bought sneakers today, C30 limited edition, signed.He has a game in the afternoon, the 200-meter preliminaries, and these sneakers are light and soft.

But his mind is not on the sneakers now, let alone that autograph.The photo and Jiang Zhou's eyes in the photo were in his mind.

That look, anyone who looks at it will be moved.

He doesn't want to pursue the so-called photos that are all snapshots, and the meaning of a certain moment may change after being captured, he doesn't think about it.Because just now, just now, Jiang Zhou panted and ran to the alleyway. He is a boarding student, how did he get out of the school during class?

Overcoming the wall, in Song Mian, in Lin Tingxi, in Zheng Qiran, is not surprising, nor unusual.But Jiang Zhou is not, he is disciplined, he is a master, and he is always calm.

The infusion room was generally quiet at this time, with occasional bird calls coming from outside the window, and the hissing and cracking lungs on the sidelines of the basketball court or football field in the distance were not clearly isolated by the distance visible to the naked eye.

"Song Mian..."

"You like mine, don't you?"

Song Mian raised her head, interrupted Jiang Zhou's words, stared at Jiang Zhou's slender and beautiful eyes, "Jiang Zhou, you like me."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zhou frowned, avoiding Song Mian's probing gaze, and instead stared at Song Mian's finger, or some illusory object at that finger.

"I already know that you like me."

The fire point melts into flame at a certain moment.

Song Mian put down her phone, put her hands back on the bed, her toes touched each other, "You can't hide it from me, you're nervous about me, you're afraid that something will happen to me, I'm hurt, you feel bad. More, you want me say?"

Song Mian is always so straightforward, frighteningly straightforward.

Jiang Zhou lowered his eyes and fell silent. He didn't look at him, but just looked at the locust tree trunk outside the window. He didn't know what he was thinking, or he wanted to cover up something with silence.

"Speak." Song Mian would not let him escape, she was so urgent that she opened his mouth to get an answer, "When you looked at me, what were you thinking?"

The afternoon sun was dazzling and enthusiastic, and the infusion room was entered through the main entrance, with a huge shutter on the side.At this moment, the blinds and curtains were fully drawn up, and the light and shadow entered the room through the thin gaps among the treetops, and a small part of it fell on Song Mian's face.

Small spots of light are formed.

Jiang Zhou finally raised his eyes to meet Song Mian's gaze, did not answer his question, but asked, "Are you gay?"

gay.

Jiang Zhou changed schools in Beijing for this reason, and this semester just started, he also posted on the Shanghai and Shanghai forums because of these three words, and was insulted by netizens for a whole day.

Song Mian accurately captured the momentary confusion in Jiang Zhou's delicate and beautiful eyes, he bit his lips tightly, and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Zhou's empty hand.

Jiang Zhou's hand was a circle bigger than his, with a fair complexion and well-defined bones. Every time he grabbed his knuckles, he would be pierced by the protruding knuckles.

Song Mian put her five fingers into the gaps between Jiang Zhou's five fingers, and then said with a smile: "I don't know if I am, but I know that I like you, and only you. Now, I know, and you like it too." I, therefore, we are in love with each other."

"People who love each other should be together."

Jiang Zhou's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyelashes trembled faster than usual. After a long pause, he sighed softly, looked at Song Mian, and slowly squatted down.

He first kissed Song Mian's scabbed red wound, then squatted down with his whole body, bent one leg in a pious gesture, pulled out the hand that was tightly fitted with Song Mian, and opened Song Mian's sweaty skin due to nervousness. The palm and the face gradually approached, and at the very center where the lines gathered, he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Song Mian is nervous, his straightforwardness and bravery are just pretending to be brave in this situation.

After Jiang Zhou made two moves that made him unpredictable but his heart trembled, the circles of his eyes turned red.

"Yes, I like you too."

He heard Jiang Zhou say.

Hearing those two words, Song Mian completely went limp, his whole body went limp, he tightened his throat, and it took him a while to regain consciousness, and said, "You are such a coward, luckily I am brave enough."

"Yes, I'm a coward."

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhou was also relieved, he pinched Song Mian's cold fingertips that could not penetrate the heat and said: "Because it is also the first time I like someone, I will be nervous, restless, and messy. group."

Because it is also the first time for me to like someone, the first time to taste the feeling of heartbeat, and the first time to be emotionally pulled by someone's joy and anger, so I will be at a loss.

"Forgive you." Song Mian lowered her head, eyes bent.

"Thank you for forgiving me." Jiang Zhou said.