Xueba, wake up

Lao Zheng's words came true, and before the college entrance examination, he went to sports and got good results.

Recently, the two may have a little back, and they took turns entering the hospital.

Lao Zheng called again, Yan Sheng was in the kitchen, He Zhonghe picked it up, and said between his teeth, "Hey teacher."

"What's the matter?" Old Zheng's voice was anxious.

"A few stitches on the chin, everything else is fine." He Zhonghe thought for a while, "You can still go to class."

Old Zheng sighed, but he couldn't say anything about him.

Dinner is very light, with preserved egg and lean meat porridge, mushroom lettuce and instant steamed dumplings.

"I still felt a stomachache in the hospital just now," He Zhonghe pulled out the chair and sat down, "I'm hungry when I smell it."

However, smelling the aroma, eating is not enjoyable.

The feeling of having a hard time chewing when you're hungry can be excruciating.

The chin joint still hurts, and it hurts to move up, down, left, and right. The most important thing is the two layers of stitches.

He changed to a spoon with a shallow mouth, so that he could open his mouth a little bit more when eating.

Yan Sheng watched him eat like he was licking poison | medicine, and considered whether he should have all liquid food recently, and inserted a straw for him to drink.

"Fuck." The third time he couldn't put the steamed dumpling and the belt stuffing into his mouth, He Zhonghe was discouraged and put down his chopsticks, "Let's eat later."

"I haven't had time to ask you yet," Yan Sheng took a sip of porridge, "How did you fall?"

"I competed with that pothead," He Zhonghe said, "No one would, and I tripped myself out."

Yan Sheng sighed: "You shouldn't have been asked to fight back then, those people were reckless."

"It's time to experience life, who hasn't suffered from minor injuries." He Zhonghe grinned slightly.

"This kind of life is forbidden to experience in the future." Yan Sheng frowned at him, "Do you think it's not scary enough? You have a hippie smile."

"No, no," He Zhonghe quickly stopped laughing, "I was so scared that my legs went limp during the stitches, and I was also counting when the CT report..."

The second half of the sentence was originally "to figure out where to choose the cemetery", he stopped the car in time and swallowed the habitual words.

Yan Sheng didn't speak, just lowered his head and stirred the porridge with a spoon.

"Yansheng?" He Zhonghe leaned forward, bent his neck and looked at him sideways, "Don't cry..."

"I didn't cry." Yan Sheng raised his head and looked at him for a moment, then let out a long breath, "I was scared to death in the hospital just now, you know that."

"I know." He Zhonghe sat upright, touched the tip of his nose, and the scene of Yansheng standing in the deep corridor of the hospital weeping would probably appear in his dreams every day for the next year.

"Don't say that minor injuries and illnesses are unavoidable," Yan Sheng said, "This high-probability event cannot happen with you."

"Do you think I feel better when you sew stitches? I can't even feel dizzy from staring at the needles, so I feel the pain for you. When I saw the stitches stitching from the inside out, I thought, it would be great if I could suffer this pain for you."

"Protect yourself well. I don't want to accompany you to the hospital next time except for a cold and fever."

He Zhonghe sat there staring at him in a daze.

"Did you hear?"

"I heard." He Zhonghe nodded, and suddenly wanted to touch Yansheng.

He did exactly that, got up and walked to Yan Sheng's side, hugged him from behind, buried his face in his neck and took a deep breath.

Yan Sheng patted his hand on his chest: "Don't touch the wound."

He Zhonghe didn't move, he kept holding him, his heart should have been soft, but now it was sore and astringent.

"Yansheng, why do I like you so much?" He said sullenly.

He Zhonghe touched Yansheng's right ear with the tip of his nose, and there was a purple scar under Su Huan. He continued to apply the soothing ointment, but the trace did not disappear: "Sometimes I feel that I am a bit useless, and I often let you take care of it. If you had known me earlier, I would be by your side when you were hurt."

"Let's think about it." Yan Sheng smiled helplessly.

"I just knocked it down, and you just thought my brain is not very bright now." He Zhonghe said, "I don't know if you can understand, I...that's what I mean, you will think of pain for me, and I will do the same in reverse."

"Yeah." Yan Sheng closed his eyes and said softly, "Understood."

"I'm embarrassed to say anything else." He Zhonghe swayed in his arms, let go of his arms, and looked down at the fortune beads hanging around his neck.

"Write me a love letter another day," Yan Sheng turned to look at him, "I find that every time you say something like this, people are caught off guard, and I don't even have time to record it."

Not only was it caught off guard, but it was also particularly overwhelming.

He Zhonghe laughed happily: "If you want to hear it, tell it to you every day, and I don't only like you when you talk about it."

"Oh my God." Yan Sheng leaned back in his chair and smiled, "You make me really admire you, He Zhonghe."

"What's your name, He Zhonghe?" He Zhonghe gave a "tsk", "Isn't it my baby?"

Yan Sheng cleared his throat, and pressed his fist under the tip of his nose: "I can't beat you, let's stop for a while, my face is a little hot."

He Zhonghe laughed hahaha for a long time, and Yan Sheng occasionally got thin-skinned and shy, very cute.

Suddenly found that he had seen Yan Sheng in many states.

Like most outsiders, when He Zhonghe first met him, he thought he was calm and indifferent, always in one mood, but now he has seen all kinds of Yansheng, calm, embarrassed, happy, angry, helpless. Yes, even a little shy.

Looking back, the indifferent Yan Sheng at the beginning was already far away.

Anyway, after licking a meal, it is a big problem to wash your face and take a bath at night, and the wound must not be wet before the stitches are removed.

"Your box cover..." He Zhonghe stood in the bathroom with his hips on his hips and thought about it. The shape of the cover may be a little different from the shape of his chin, and it can't play its wonderful role of waterproofing wounds.

"Shall I wash it for you?" Yan Sheng got in with a towel.

"No, no, no!" He Zhonghe was taken aback, turned around and pushed him away, "I don't need to trouble you, go to the bedroom to study!"

Just after being pushed out, the bathroom door closed with a "bang", Yan Sheng raised his hand: "Towels..."

The bathroom door opened a small crack again, and one hand stretched out and fumbled a few times, and when it touched the towel, it quickly grabbed it and retracted it.

The water pressure of the nozzle is not small, and the splash of water can easily hit the chin when you squint your neck.

In the end, I still wore two layers of masks, and took a shower with great difficulty, and had to wash my face and head separately.

It’s easy to wash your face. Put some water on your hands, dip it in facial cleanser and rub it again, and then wipe it with a wet towel a few times, but no matter what posture you take when you wash your hair, the water will flow on your chin.

Unless lying down with the tip of the chin pointing to the sky.

The hair salon was not closed yet, so He Zhonghe put on his down jacket and opened the door with shampoo.

Yan Sheng heard the door knock, put down his pen and looked outside the bedroom door: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to the barber shop and wash your hair." He Zhonghe said.

"Do you need shampoo?" Yan Sheng was puzzled.

"There's a big bottle out there that's low-quality for customers, and it's been a few days after washing." He Zhonghe explained.

"..." Yansheng went back to the bedroom to get his clothes. He couldn't understand why he cared whether his hair was frizzy or not with a large piece of sterile stickers on his chin.

"I don't need you to accompany me!" He Zhonghe hurriedly opened the door and went out, "I'm such a big person and I can't lose it!"

Therefore, safety is the first priority. If something happens, not only will you suffer, but it will be inconvenient in all aspects, and it will especially delay your study.

"It's the first time I realized that the chin has such a strong sense of presence." He Zhonghe lay down tiredly after failing to learn tonight, covered with the quilt carefully so as not to touch it, and did not dare to sleep on his stomach or hold Yansheng to sleep , I could only lie down straight, "Now I will believe you if you tell me to walk with your chin."

Yan Sheng turned off the light: "Sleep, the doctor told me to have a good rest."

"Actually, I have a question that has been circling in my mind all night." He Zhonghe felt Yan Sheng lie down in the dark, and was also careful not to touch him.

"Let it land." Yan Sheng said.

"Tell me, will I fall like this? I'm actually stupid, but a fool doesn't know he's stupid, and a schizophrenic doesn't know he's mentally abnormal. It's scary to think about it."

"...Your question angle is too clear."

"I sometimes feel this way," He Zhonghe clicked his tongue. "Things that I take for granted are actually fake. How terrifying."

"Save the nightmare and go to sleep." Yan Sheng turned sideways and patted him, "Good night."

"Fuck me," He Zhonghe suddenly remembered something, sat up and got out of bed to put on his shoes, "Guang is still in shock, and hasn't taken any medicine yet."

The dispensing medicine box is the same as usual, it is made by my mother before a business trip, and the amount is more than 20 days.

After taking the pills and capsules, which were comparable to supper, He Zhonghe went back to bed.

Then I found that Yan Sheng had been silent, as if thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?" He Zhonghe touched his hand.

Yan Sheng was silent for a while, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth: "If you don't mention the medicine, I will forget about your illness."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe didn't quite understand.

"It's just..." Yan Sheng said, "It's a serious chronic disease, but it doesn't seem to be as important as your jaw injury."

"Because I'm used to it, it's been a few years." He Zhonghe didn't care much, opened his mouth slightly and yawned unhappily through the gap between his teeth, "And I'm not serious, maybe someday it will be fine."

Yan Sheng didn't speak, as if he was still thinking about something, He Zhonghe squeezed his hand: "Go to sleep, you've been tossing around all day."

"Good night." He Zhonghe closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good night." Yan Sheng turned his head to look at him.

"You're really good at this..." Shi Yujie grinned and looked at He Zhonghe's chin, and several classmates surrounded him, sighing for a while.

Guo Yao looked at Shi Yujie with a distressed expression and reached out to touch the bottom of his chin: "How long will it be better?"

In fact, she was quite surprised why Yansheng accompanied him to the hospital when everyone was in a hurry, but it made sense after thinking about it. After all, so many people were watching, Shi Yujie couldn't follow, so he had to avoid it on purpose.

"It's half a moon, it will be dismantled in two days." Although they are all good intentions, it still feels a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by people asking around.He Zhonghe waved his hand: "Everyone go back to their places, little injury."

With a wound that reached to the bone surface and had two layers of stitches, and his left shoulder, which was slightly swollen after sleeping and hurt when he moved, He Zhonghe felt that sitting at the desk was very hopeless, especially when Old Zheng was in the class meeting. When he was criticized.

It's been a little bit back lately.His mother found out about his test scores, Yansheng's cat was killed by someone, he could go to the hospital for playing basketball, and when he was seriously overloaded physically and mentally, the school was not closed on New Year's Day to give him a breather...

And among these bad things, some of them have just started and haven't been resolved yet, which may lead to new bad things at any time.

Under the tremendous pressure of preparing for the third year of high school, the mentality can easily collapse.

Maybe it's time to ask Guo Yao to give him a Tarot card to solve the Mercury retrograde.

With such an injury this time, He Zhonghe would definitely have to take the opportunity to ask for leave to play at home before, but now he has to do the same as usual, reciting books, listening to lectures, brushing up questions, and taking exams without resting for a moment.

The countdown to the college entrance examination next to the blackboard is already a number starting with 1, and there is only the sound of flipping and writing in the self-study classroom.

The podium and blackboard are very close to the first row, and every time I look up, I feel suffocated.

It is said that the winter in the third year of senior high school is extremely long, and the college entrance examination will take place after the winter. He Zhonghe now has a deep understanding of the first half of the sentence, and always feels that this winter has not passed halfway, and he has already experienced many things.

He was staring blankly at the black and white printed map of dam silting, ditch treatment and land reclamation, when Zhuang Yuan at the back desk poked him on the back and handed him a form.

The list should have been passed to the end. After each person's name, there is a long list of xx university xx college written in different handwriting.

He Zhonghe turned his head and asked softly, "What is this?"

"Oh, you weren't here last night." Zhuang Yuan said, "Old Zheng wants to collect the target colleges of the whole class, he prints them out and sticks them on their desks."

He Zhonghe took the watch and scanned all the ideal schools in the class from top to bottom.

There are 985211 and one copy, although most of them have to be downgraded in the end.

So it would be very strange if he filled in the second copy of the local school.

Especially with his current top five results.

It can be said that I don't have any plans in the direction of the exam, or I don't dare to have a slightly yearning school. After all, I don't know how to solve it on my mother's side, or whether it can be solved.

He Zhonghe passed his column empty and pushed the form to Yansheng.

Yan Sheng glanced at it, almost without hesitation, and scribbled on it.

Then I looked up and down, and found a blank space in the densely packed names of colleges and universities.

Yan Sheng turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

He Zhonghe tore a piece of paper from the draft book, drew a few strokes and pushed it to him: I don't know what to fill in.

Then fill in Qingbei

Yansheng wrote a sentence.

He didn't know that Auntie Du's control over He Zhonghe was so morbid that he could sacrifice his studies, and of course he didn't know that if he had a goal, he would write it down, and if he didn't have a goal, he would just fill in the □ form of a good university, which would make He Zhonghe feel extremely entangled.

In the end, the form was handed in with one row blank.

long winter.

Every day, the two-point line between school and home will continue for more than 100 days.

Studying, studying, taking exams, except for some injuries from playing basketball to make life gray, the rest is a steady stream of pressure, overwhelming.

"I didn't understand the second question about the circular trajectory." He Zhonghe said when changing the dressing at noon.

"I'll tell you later." Yan Sheng pressed the top of his head, squeezed a cotton swab and gently dipped iodine on the wound, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," He Zhonghe raised his head, "it just hurts a little."

"Just wait until the stitches are removed." Yan Sheng said.

Everyone was nervous when they saw others working hard. In autumn, there were not a few people who stayed in the classroom for lunch break, and even those who went home and lived in the dormitory joined in, sacrificing the nap time and squatting in the classroom to study against the clock.

"My heart is so tired." The afternoon sun was warm, and He Zhonghe was actually a little sleepy while sitting by the window. He unscrewed his nose and took a breath, and then wiped some cool oil on his eyelids. "Yawning doesn't feel good."

"Sleep for a while." Yansheng put away the cotton swab, iodophor, looked up at his watch, and the class will start in 10 minutes, "Don't lie on the table, your jaw is bloodshot."

Just as He Zhonghe's forehead touched his arm, he stopped after hearing the second half of his sentence: "Then how do you sleep?"

Yan Sheng didn't speak, leaned his upper body back and patted his thigh.

"...Not suitable, student Yansheng?" He Zhonghe was taken aback.

"Just lie down," Yan Sheng opened the test questions to investigate, with no expression on his face, and whispered, "I'm all studying, no one looks at it."

In broad daylight, in a third-year classroom with dozens of people, under the monitor directly connected to the real-time monitoring of the office of the higher education department, they openly lay on their boyfriend's lap.

"Don't sleep anymore." He Zhonghe said decisively.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Yan Sheng glanced at him, the two of them fell asleep around midnight last night, and they started at 05:30 in the morning.

He Zhonghe shook his head, straightened his body very righteously, took a mint in his mouth, and devoted himself to the special practice of choosing five out of seven.

Then I saw Yansheng put the questions into the bookend, straightened his school uniform, folded his arms in a relaxed posture, and suddenly turned over to him very simply.

His legs sank.

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe suppressed his voice and pushed his head, "You want to go to Lao Zheng's office for tea, don't you?"

Yan Sheng didn't move, but moved again to find a more comfortable position, very calm and calm: "Are you guilty?"

"Are you right?!" He Zhonghe stared at him, Yan Sheng was actually very good from this angle, with a round head and a handsome side profile.

Of course, feeling good may not have much to do with the angle, the main reason is that this beautiful head is lying on his lap.

And can feel his temperature, and his hairy hair, inexplicably very obedient.

"It's because you have a guilty conscience." Yan Sheng closed his eyes and said slowly, "Actually, from Lao Zheng's point of view, they are just good brothers."

That's true, there are some straight men in the class who pile up piling piles all day after class, when Lao Zheng sees them, he just scolds them for being crazy and shameless, and he doesn't think about it at all.

How daring, sitting in a classroom full of classmates, under the supervision of the department office, openly tired of crooked.

He Zhonghe's heart was beating very fast at the moment, and an indescribable excitement was overwhelming.

He glanced back, and everyone was bowing their heads to study.

He quickly raised his hand to pinch Yan Sheng's face, and squeezed in the middle.

Then he took out his phone and took a series of pictures.

Hahahahahaha makes you handsome!Cheeks and nose!

He Zhonghe pinched his face randomly with one hand, and quickly poked at the phone screen with the other.

Yan Sheng opened his eyes and looked at him, and he could tell what evil thoughts he was thinking at a guess.He Zhonghe held back a smile, lowered his eyes and looked at him, holding back a smirk.

The two of them didn't know it, but just laying their hands on their legs and exchanging glances, it was completely different from the atmosphere of piling together.

He Zhonghe raised the phone down to his face: "The new screen saver, isn't it pretty?"

"Looks good," Yan Sheng was a little surprised. The screensaver was not taken just now, but a picture he had never seen before. In the photo, he was holding a bottle of Coke in his hand, his eyes were scattered in the distance, and his hair was blown back by the wind. Blowing up, the sun hit the side of the face, the eyelashes and pupils are light-colored, bright and translucent, "Who is this handsome guy?"

"I'm dating, I didn't expect it." He Zhonghe finished in a low voice, he was amused, he held it up and admired it again, this snapshot is so feeling, it's really beautiful.

"When was it taken?" Yan Sheng grabbed his wrist and pulled it in front of his face, looking carefully, "Sports meeting?"

"I have a lot of good things here, and there is also a video of your silly Kumamon." He Zhonghe wanted to laugh when he thought of the duck egg-like comparison.

Yan Sheng let go of his wrist, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Then the corners of his mouth slowly curled into an uncontrollable smile.

"I did it back then!" He Zhonghe glared at him, and shouted in a breathless voice, "If you laugh again, I'll pluck your hair off!"

"The debt is very specific. There are more than 50 people in the class, why don't you ask others to owe it?" Yan Sheng's smile became more and more obvious.

"Deleted." He Zhonghe lit his phone, pretending to be cold, "I owe you so much, there are hundreds of photos in the album, why do you have to use this as a screensaver."

"Don't, don't," Yan Sheng snatched the phone from him, and smiled, "Brother He, calm down."

Exiting the album interface, the desktop wallpaper is what Yan Sheng guessed just now, with cheeks and nose, lying on his lap.

Although it's a little hard to see that he is the same person as the screensaver, but He Zhonghe actually likes this.

Not only because it satisfied his spoof psychology.

This one reveals an indescribable intimacy.

You see, no matter how handsome and cruel this person is, he can only be harmed by me.

Yan Sheng, who is usually handsome, has seen too much, but now he likes the side of Yan Sheng that others can't see.

The cute Yan Sheng, whose face was deformed by his pinching, was also very handsome.

Anyway, anywhere is good, how you like it.

...The boyfriend filter must be 18 meters thick.

"Yansheng," He Zhonghe looked at the desktop and screen saver for a while, turned off the screen and leaned down, and said in a very soft voice, "I suddenly want to kiss you."

"'I want to go to Lao Zheng's office for tea, don't you?'" Yan Sheng also said in a very soft and low voice, "Brother He, calm down."

"The book stands in the way." He Zhonghe said.

Today is a very ordinary day.

It's ordinary to very ordinary.

Guo Yao kept repeating these two sentences inexplicably, the BGM in her head was an ordinary disco, and she was walking from the dormitory to the classroom while wearing headphones to listen to the words.

Very sleepy, I squinted for less than 10 minutes at noon, and I couldn't hear a single word at this moment, and the barrage in my head was very ordinary, very ordinary.

I almost don’t know the word ordinary anymore.

On the way, I went to the stationery store to buy pens and post-it notes, and I happened to see two pretty schoolbag pendants, for couples, a small yellow dinosaur and a small brown dinosaur. When put together, the prints on the stomach just formed a heart shape.

The most interesting thing is that the concave and convex shapes of the mouth can be made to fit together tightly.

A cute little pendant that is not ordinary.

Perfect for He Zhonghe and Shi Yujie!

After knowing that they were together, Guo Yao was more shocked, she didn't care about blessings, don't let He Zhonghe confess that she was a friend, her reaction made people think she was disgusted or unacceptable.

Shi Yujie was laying on the table, gnawing Wang Houxiong half dead, when a hand suddenly stretched out to the edge of the table, and with a "click", he suddenly raised his head in fright.

"What the fuck?" Seeing that it was Guo Yao, Shi Yujie leaned over to touch the schoolbag hanging by the table, grabbed something plastic, and looked sideways, hey, a small pendant.

He didn't understand why Guo Yao suddenly gave him this: "For me?"

"Yes." Guo Yao smiled mysteriously, turned and left.

"Thanks." Shi Yujie watched her walk back to her seat.

After playing with the little brown dinosaur for a while, Shi Yujie continued to fight with Wang Houxiong, and didn't think about it anymore. We can't guess what the girl is thinking.

Or it can be said that he has sex with one another, and he hasn't even dated online for more than a month.Intuit straight man, the lack of brains is not one or two.

The other end of the classroom.

He Zhonghe was frightened out of his wits by Guo Yao's sudden appearance, he stopped in time when he was about to steal a kiss on Yan Sheng's face from the back of his library, and looked at Guo Yao with an unnatural expression.

Guo Yao also looked at him in shock and bewilderment.

Or looking at him and Yan Sheng who was still lying on his lap.

Although this is a very low-level contact among the boys in her class, after all, He Zhonghe has a different sexual orientation from those boys...

And could Yansheng be someone who casually lays on top of people...

Your circle is really messy!

Shi Yujie should buy a little green dinosaur!

Guo Yao twitched the corners of her mouth, still hung up the little dinosaur on his schoolbag, and quickly slipped away with complicated emotions.

The class bell was about to ring, Yansheng got up and sat upright, he noticed Guo Yao's unnatural expression just now: "Did she see it?"

"She asked me that day, and I told her." He Zhonghe said.

"Don't spread the word too much, Lao Zheng has a little eyeliner in the class." Yan Sheng paused, "Does Shi Yujie know?"

"Him? Not yet." He Zhonghe recalled that the promise he had made to make an official announcement in front of Shi Yujie hadn't been fulfilled yet. The main reason was that he hadn't found the right time to surprise him because of the rush of things in the past two days, "I'll say it another day. "

There are actually other reasons why he didn't say anything. He Zhonghe knew that Yansheng was somewhat jealous of Shi Yujie, how cute.

But now he is playing with the little dinosaur on the schoolbag, and he feels a little familiar, as if he has seen it when he was shopping somewhere.