Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The moon hung on the treetops, and the two walked out of the school gate side by side.

He Zhiyang didn't have dinner, he was already quite hungry, and he planned to make some food in the small kitchen when he got home, but Qiao Yue seemed to be keenly aware of it, and took him directly to a mutton restaurant without making a sound .

The rich and mellow mutton smell wafted over, He Zhiyang looked around and raised his eyebrows: "Is it an old shop?"

There are two rows of benches in the shop, and a few old goatskins are hung on the wall, which looks very unpretentious. In the night, there are men roasting meat on the charcoal fire, and the aroma is tangy.

Subconsciously, He Zhiyang felt that the restaurant Qiao Yue brought him must be delicious.

"It's my favorite shop in recent years." Qiao Yue sat on the bench and opened his mouth to ask for half a sheep: "Sit down, I've wanted to bring you here for a long time."

The moonlight was dim, the candlelight flickered, and the two sat opposite each other in the night.

Tonight, it can be regarded as fulfilled.

Qiao Yue had never been in love before, and always felt that at least he had to live and die together before he could have a heart-to-heart.

But the actual situation is completely different. The moment of falling in love with He Zhiyang, at the beginning, it all disappeared in a flash, until the flickering affection became more and more scorching.

What he wants to be good to He Zhiyang is also some trivial daily life, from one drink to one food to filling up all the small moments.

Emotion is not as difficult as I thought, and there is no need to go through the nine-nine-eight-one difficulty.

But it seemed to be a hundred times more difficult than imagined. There were crowds of people on the street, and only one He Zhiyang bumped into his eyes unexpectedly.

The wind was slightly cold on a spring night, and the two walked back together laughing and laughing after eating the mutton.

When he left the store, He Zhiyang's belly was almost bursting from eating, and there was still a lot of mutton left.

Qiao Yue wrapped the leg of lamb in kraft paper and handed it to him directly.

He Zhiyang was so frightened by the little lover's first gift that he waved his hands repeatedly.

The two pushed and shoved each other for a while holding the leg of lamb, but it was finally Qiao Yue who made the final decision.

"Take it." Qiao Yue was very serious, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him: "For supper."

He Zhiyang couldn't help it, so he could only bite the bullet and take it: "..."

What can he say?

He Zhiyang's boyfriend is really a mysterious and real person, and the first big gift he gave him... turned out to be a two or three catties roast leg of lamb.

After another half a month, it finally came to the time for the first test of the teaching assistant's speech.

The main hall in the middle of the Guozijian was set up for the emperor to give lectures, and it could accommodate hundreds of people. The first test for teaching assistants was held here.

In the center of the main hall, there is a raised platform of bluestone slabs, which can be used as a platform for speeches. Students from the Imperial Academy and Ryukyu Academy are gathered under the stage. It was very lively.

Speeches are not like imperial examinations, where you need to write essays on the spot. It is more to test the fluency of foreign languages. If you can recite them fluently and answer the questions of the secretary in the language of several countries, you can usually pass the test. .

Students rarely see this kind of competition, and they are looking forward to it.

But these teenagers on the stage were a little stumbled in reciting manuscripts, let alone talking with Si Ye in a foreign language.

The students couldn't help sighing in the audience. They all knew that once these people were elected, they didn't have to squeeze the single-plank bridge of the imperial examination to get an official seat.

But it is also difficult to do.

After all, their tongues have grown into Mandarin from novels, can they still speak foreign languages ​​around the corner?

But when He Zhiyang spoke, their thoughts were suddenly overturned.

Because of the blessing of having learned a foreign language, He Zhiyang's speech was very easy, and a string of unfamiliar characters flowed smoothly and beautifully.

Qiao Yue stood outside the crowd and raised his eyes to look.

He Zhiyang's figure was just grown up, handsome and immature, a beam of light spring sun slanted into the window, and sprinkled on his profile.

Accompanied by his speech, the surrounding scenery gradually dimmed, only he became more dazzling.

After He Zhiyang's performance, he won a lot of compliments, and he couldn't help feeling elated.

It was the first time he had come to Da Ming Dynasty for so long and truly felt his so-called talent in studies.

I was immersed in a proud mood when I suddenly heard a whisper in my ear: "That's really good."

He Zhiyang looked up and saw Qiao Yue looking at him with a smile on his face.

There was a burst of discussion all around.

"Ah, isn't that Qiao Zhenfu?"

"Recently, he came to Jinyi Official Academy less and less often. Why did he come here specially to listen to the speech?"

"Praise Brother Yang specifically?"

"What do you know?" Someone whispered: "It must be to get involved first."

"I was selected to go to the Honglu Temple, which doesn't have much lucrativeness. I wouldn't be so courteous to Zhenfu of Jinyiwei..."

The two walked out amidst the whispers of the crowd.

He Zhiyang glanced at Qiao Yue and said, "Aren't you angry?"

Qiao Yue grabbed his wrist, raised the corners of his lips and said, "They're right, I'm here to have a relationship with you, and they haven't seen it when I'm really courteous!"

He Zhiyang was vigilant: "...What are you going to do?"

"Take you to the toilet and take you home after school."

Go to the toilet? ? ?

After Qiao Yue finished speaking, he reached out and clasped He Zhiyang's waist, leading him to the toilet.

"...Are you helpful or are you moved by yourself?" He Zhiyang, who was about to go to the toilet, felt hairy in his heart, feeling like an old man who was hijacked by a child when he was crossing the road: "No, I can walk by myself if I let go."

Qiao Yue clasped his waist, and decisively dragged him to the toilet: "You go."

He Zhiyang glanced at Qiao Yue who was obediently guarding the door, and smiled helplessly: "What do you like?"

The two continued to fight for a while, and He Zhiyang noticed that Qiao Yue's eyes were staring at him all the time, and his pair of happy eyes did not move.

He Zhiyang felt uncomfortable being watched by him, coughed lightly: "Can we restrain ourselves?"

"Why restraint?" Qiao Yue was very self-conscious, emphasizing: "I already have a reputation."

He Zhiyang is very strict: "It's a preliminary selection, so it's justified."

Qiao Yue snorted softly and asked knowingly, "What's the difference?"

He Zhiyang stared and said, "You can only kiss once a day during the preselection!"

Does this person want to cheat?

"I almost forgot." Qiao Yue agreed with a long voice, and approached with a smirk: "If the little fox hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that we haven't eaten meat today."

Qiao Yue's handsome face loomed in front of his eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened and jumped twice.

He Zhiyang cursed secretly, this man is really shameless.

Obviously there will be no day to forget!I also pestered myself to pay in advance for several days!

Before he could finish his slander, Qiao Yue pinched his chin.

Qiao Yue blinked slightly, approached with a smirk, and gently pressed against He Zhiyang's lustrous lips.

The tense string in He Zhiyang's mind broke immediately, and a buzzing sound resounded in his mind.

Qiao Yue was half a head taller than him, and when he kissed him emotionally, He Zhiyang couldn't help but stretched out his arms to wrap around Qiao Yue's waist, and raised his head to cater...

With a snap... the delicate wreath cap on her head slipped down her forehead and fell into the puddle.

It rained all night in spring last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing, and the puddles on the ground were all muddy.

Qiao Yue leaned over to pick up the exquisite little hat, looked down, and saw that the necklace on his temples was covered with mud.

He was usually as agile as a falcon, but when his beloved was in his arms, he couldn't free his hand to stop the little hat from slipping off.

Listening to other people's words on weekdays can eat bones, so it can be seen that this statement is not bad.

He Zhiyang took over the dirty hat, and a touch of peach blossom red appeared on his cheekbones again, which made Qiao Yue feel a little proud.

Who is not afraid of the fierce He Zhiyang?Only in front of him, he was often at a loss, appearing arrogant and shy.

In He Zhiyang's heart, he is also a special person.

Seeing He Zhiyang holding his hat in a daze, Qiao Yue thought to himself that he should bully someone less in the future.

"Brother Yang, why did the hat fall on the floor again?" He Zhiyang and Qiao Yue gave up their troubles and prepared to go back to the classroom with their hats in their hands, but Li Ji, who was at the same table, made a fuss and shouted: "It's all wrong." How many times is it?"

He Zhiyang raised his eyelids, ignoring him: "It's windy."

"Tsk tsk tsk these few days' wind is really our brother Yang's hat nemesis," Li Ji said teasingly: "It's a coincidence that this spring breeze is blowing on you alone, Brother Yang."

After counting, Brother Yang has dropped his hat three or four times at least.

He Zhiyang paused, a tinge of red appeared on the tips of his ears strangely.