Xueba, wake up

It lasted until Teacher Qin left the classroom and asked the students to figure out the answers by themselves. Yan Sheng held down the hand he tried to poke for the fifth time: "Be honest."

"Wow, you're so fierce, I'm so scared." He Zhonghe pulled out his hand. He said before that he was brazen when he raised the trumpet to publicize. In fact, he is no more cowardly than him. A short man in action would not dare to touch his hands in the classroom.

"Listen carefully in class, don't get distracted," Yan Sheng said.

The two actually didn't think about delaying their studies because of this. One was firmly in the top five of the first grade in the class, and the other was making progress in his studies. They helped each other in the college entrance examination and became the perfect conditions for double learning gods.

I was planning in my mind, but the blueprint suddenly came to an abrupt end "during the college entrance examination".

Teacher Qin came in, and He Zhonghe flattened the paper, listening to the class with his face propped up and pondering.

There are still five months until the college entrance examination, what happens after the college entrance examination?

Sometimes the days are too smooth, and many surging undercurrents will be forgotten.

For example, Yansheng's house is rented, and his mother will definitely move back after the college entrance examination.

For example, Yansheng's parents may come to the door one day.

Another example is where to go after graduation. If I really stay in the second city of this city according to my mother's arrangement, can I still stay in the same city.

It wasn't long before they formally expressed their mutual affection for each other, and the questions popped up in front of them one by one.

He Zhonghe can be said to be quite carefree, a carpenter who lives today without tomorrow, but this is different.

The faint worry of looking forward and backward continued until the last self-study class in the evening, when someone in the calm classroom suddenly exclaimed: "It's snowing!"

He Zhonghe put down the comprehensive multiple-choice questions that he mechanically ticked and crossed in circles, and turned his head to look out the window.

Suddenly, large flakes of snow were blown down by the wind.

Someone in the back was so excited that he opened the window, and the cold wind came in, freezing the few people whose minds were muddy and struggling, cursing.

Almost at the same time, a group of hulas who were not near the window gathered at the window, and the sound of "wow" was heard one after another in the classroom. It was quiet outside the class time, but the class suddenly became agitated. Zhang Feichi took off his glasses at the back desk and happily Announced that in order to celebrate the first snow, one set of questions will be saved today.

Shi Yujie sat near the back door, and yelled across the ocean, who is going to have a snowball fight later.

There was an instant wailing in the classroom, and there was an overwhelming response.

Snowball baboons.

Snow never had such an effect in the first and second grades of senior high school, but the winter in the third year of senior high school was really long and dreary.

"Go out for a walk later?" He Zhonghe looked excited, his eyes lit up, and the snow scene really made people feel happy.

Yan Sheng put down his pen, lowered his hand and grabbed his trousers, hey, he is actually wearing long johns today: "Okay."

However, they failed to go after class.

In other words, the whole class didn't make it.

"It's all [-] or [-] things. Seeing the snow, I still look like a primary school student!" Lao Zheng smashed the stylus. Throw the chalk down, and the white tiles are instantly colorful.

A room of students fell silent.

Even the snowball baboons lowered their heads with sullen expressions.

"The director of the human grade department directly posted it in the class teacher group! The whole grade department notified our class! Where can I put my old face!" Lao Zheng blushed and had a thick neck. Helping children's fragile emotions has never made such a big fuss.

In fact, it happened to catch up. The other classes were all over excited, and the students in Class 24 were so fascinated by their studies that they found out that it was snowing after a while.As a result, the director of the grade department saw very clearly in the surveillance. The blue school uniforms in the other class were all motionless. It was like a meeting of savages in class 24. It was still an experimental class, so he immediately brought it out and reported it.

"It's not the first time you've seen snow, is it? Seeing a field of broken snow will let you go to Qingbei or something? What's the point of being romantic, do you have something to do!" After finishing speaking, Lao Zheng felt that something was wrong and paused. After a few seconds, he changed his words unwisely, "Is there something to be enjoyed?"

Someone from the bottom couldn't hold back his puff and came out. Old Zheng became furious and added fuel to the fire: "You don't even need to eat! Let this make your memory long!"

The first bird was shot, and Lao Zheng adjusted the surveillance to find out the most troublesome ones. Each of them drove home for a day and reviewed 1000 words.

"On the benefits of being as stable as an old dog." Yan Sheng watched as Shi Yujie and the others came in through the front door sluggishly after being lectured by Lao Zheng in the corridor, and calmly ate a cherry blossom candy, "...what is this?"

"Throw it away if it tastes bad, I just bought it." He Zhonghe's neck was stiff after listening to Old Zheng's training for more than half an hour, and he leaned back with a smile.

"Even I feel that this candy is magical." Yan Sheng peeled off another one, "It's still edible. I'll throw it into the incinerator on the spot if someone else gave it to me."

"You won't eat what others give you," He Zhonghe stretched his neck and looked at him after stretching his neck, "and you won't accept it."

"That's how I know me." Yan Sheng smiled, at this moment the class suddenly quieted down, and when he looked up, it was Old Zheng standing at the door of the classroom again, with his arms still lingering and his face darkened.

The two quickly put away the ambiguous atmosphere, bowed their heads, learned their own ways, and returned to the socialist same-table relationship.

Falling in love under the eyes of Lao Zheng, the feeling of dancing with the tip of a knife is exciting and joyful.

Lao Zheng was really angry this time. He didn't ask them to finish class for a while during the evening self-study in the third quarter. He sat there for more than four hours, and had to report to him alone when he went to the toilet.

When the school bell rang, Lao Zheng stood at the door of the classroom on time, holding his arms. A group of people kept their voices and held their breath and quickly slipped out. Except for a few who lived on campus, they stayed to learn more and then went back to the dormitory. The others left within 3 minutes | Light up.

The narrow and dark corridor was extremely crowded for a while, and He Zhonghe dragged Yan Sheng's schoolbag away behind him so as not to be scattered by the crowd.

Now that He Zhonghe's hair is dyed black, he doesn't stand out so much in the crowd, especially in this kind of crowded and chaotic environment, surrounded by blue school uniforms chattering.

It's very suitable for doing little tricks, but there is a [-]-watt one next to it.

"Bye He'er, I'll see you the day after tomorrow." Shi Yujie's house is not close to here, his parents picked him up at the east gate, and those who followed him back to the family home were not on the same road, so he should have taken a fork in the road when he went downstairs.

"Just treat it as a day off. At worst, Uncle Shi will beat you up." He Zhonghe sympathized with him.

"It's not a loss." Shi Yujie comforted himself.

Yiyi's farewell was over, and Yishi felt that he and Erniao were getting further and further apart. He couldn't tell what was going on, but the sadness of being driven home made him temporarily forget the box of small powdered sugar today.

In the square downstairs, I greeted and chatted with my classmates and acquaintances from other classes, and it was not until I turned on the back door road that there were only the two of them left.

"Fuck, it's clean." He Zhonghe let go of Yansheng's schoolbag, walked to his side and let out a long sigh of relief, jumped a few times, and sat for more than four hours with numb legs and pain in the buttocks.

No one walks on the road to the back door, and there is already a layer of snow on the ground at this moment, which is probably as thick as a finger.

The koi pond next to the flower bed has no more fish, just a cloudy ice like bone soup, and the pebbles are covered by snow.

The wind subsided a little, and the heavy snow fell softly and peacefully, dimly under the lights of street lamps and cars.

The slight creaking sound when stepping on the snow is clearly audible, and once the snow is on the ground, it is very quiet.

Coming out of the noisy and depressing teaching building, and suddenly entering such an atmosphere, He Zhonghe didn't know what to do. He obviously wanted to be invisible with Yansheng just now.

Walking side by side in silence for a while, Yan Sheng stopped, and slowly bent down | body rustling on the nearby holly tree.

He Zhonghe stood by and watched, and after a second of reaction, he immediately understood what he was going to do, so he quickly grabbed a handful of snow, and seized the opportunity to raise his hand at the moment Yansheng straightened up.

Yan Sheng was thrown up all over with snow on his face, looking quite embarrassed.

He Zhonghe laughed wildly and turned around to run, but was dragged back by Yansheng, and something was stuffed into his neck instantly, making him cry out from the ice.

"You're really in the top class!" He Zhonghe was speechless, who wouldn't know this bad move, he immediately grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it back into Yansheng's collar.

Then he watched proudly as he shook the half-melted snow out from the hem of his clothes.

Just as he was laughing happily, Yan Sheng shook the apricot tree beside him in the next second, and in an instant, his head and shoulders were covered with snow, and a lot of it went into his mouth.

"You can't even beat the big class in snowball fights." Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe touched the snow on his face, rolled a big snowball from the roof of the car, chased him and smashed it, but the snowball scattered in the air and missed.

This is how an inexplicable snowball fight started. It was a romantic winter night snow scene. The two of them chased each other in the snow like two idiots, wheezing and wheezing, and harmed all the snow around them. They smiled. My hands were numb and red from the cold, but I didn't even try.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, Brother Yansheng, I admit defeat." He Zhonghe's hair was messed up, and his body was covered with a layer of snow. There was a thin layer of sweat on his body.

Yansheng threw the handful of snow, stretched out his hand to grab his arm and tried to pull him up from the snow, but failed, and was pulled down by him instead.

This force was not small, and Yan Sheng directly hit He Zhonghe and fell to the ground.

He Zhonghe couldn't be bothered to get up after lying down, and simply lay down in the snow, although the back of his head was very cold.

After puffing and panting for a while, He Zhonghe suddenly felt quite mentally retarded, how could a normal couple have such a style of painting.

With their bodies pressed together, they could feel him laughing tremblingly, and Yan Sheng wanted to laugh too.

So the situation became even more mentally handicapped, and the two 1.8-meter-old men piled on top of each other and laughed so hard that they couldn't get up.

"Go down." He Zhonghe pushed him, suspecting that their brains were smashed together during the snowball fight.

Yan Sheng turned over and rolled to the side, lay down for a few seconds before getting up, and pulled He Zhonghe up: "I have ruined your place by being cold all my life."

"Don't push the blame, it was you who started it." He Zhonghe patted the snow on his back for him, "You are so cold and cold, the avatar has already been smashed to pieces."

When walking back slowly covered in snow, the atmosphere returned to normal again.

This kind of feeling of being bored in the sea of ​​questions for a day, and then standing in the heavy snow and having a snowball fight, blowing the cold wind is very good, as if you can fly with your arms open.

He Zhonghe looked back at the snow that had been ruined all over the place: "I thought you, like Old Zheng, thought that everyone who liked snow was an elementary school student."

"Can you stop comparing me with a young man in his [-]s?" Yan Sheng adjusted his clothes and smiled, "This is the first time I have a snowball fight with someone. It's very cool."

He Zhonghe looked at his eyelashes stained with tiny water droplets, and felt sore in his heart.

I always feel that Yan Sheng is a mature and stable person who doesn't care about others. He is always calm in front of outsiders and can make weird things. He is a technical Internet celebrity with a thick vest. It's weird, but it's just different from any of his peers around him.

So I often forget that Yan Sheng, like him, is actually just an adult, just a high school student.

It was the first time to have a snowball fight with someone.

He Zhonghe has been running out when it snows since he was a child, and calling his friends to play wildly. For him, snowball fights are a must in snow days, just like staying in a hotel when traveling, or eating dumplings during the Spring Festival.

I don't know how Yansheng spent the snow when he was a child. Maybe he didn't want to be at home all the time like now. This person is boring and can't play with anyone.

The chickens are flying around at home, and the child is huddled in the cold and wandering aimlessly in the street in the wind and snow. It makes people sad to think about it.

Yansheng is living a good life now, but there is no He Zhonghe in Yansheng's life in the past dimension.

"From now on, I'll fight with you when it snows," He Zhonghe looked at him, "It's okay to wake me up in the middle of the night if you're interested, how about another one now?"

"I'm not coming." Yan Sheng didn't understand why he said this, but quickly dismissed his bold idea, grabbed his arm and took two steps forward quickly.

When the walking speed slowed down, he still held on to He Zhonghe's arm.

The two walked side by side, one holding the other's arm, in a very strange position.

Yan Sheng stared ahead and did not speak.

The only sound in the air is the crunch of snow and the sound of distant car horns.

Just when He Zhonghe felt awkward and wanted to remind him, Yansheng's hand slowly slid down from his forearm to his wrist, then his fingertips touched the palm of his hand, and then went down, holding his hand.

He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, and looked down at this very dishonest hand that slipped from his arm all the way to his own.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Sheng squeezed lightly, tilted his head towards him, and said softly, "Hold me."