Xueba, wake up

The swelling in the shoulders subsided quickly. Although the arms still cannot be raised above the head, the joints connecting the chin and the head are no longer painful. Apart from being careful not to bump into the wound, there is basically no effect.

Du Lanzhen's long business trip this time was longer than any previous one, and she called He Zhonghe two days before New Year's Day, saying that she might have to go back a few days late.

The moment He Zhonghe heard it, he relaxed and walked a few steps in the corridor.

"The medicine is for 20 days, remember to take it." Du Lanzhen told him before hanging up the phone.

"I know." He Zhonghe made some calculations, and after the stitches were removed and healed, he told his mother that it was scratched on the desk when he bent over to pick something up.

"Where are you? Why is it so quiet?" Mom asked suddenly.

"School, where else can I be." After He Zhonghe finished speaking, he knew that his mother didn't really mean to ask him where he was.

"Don't send me a video either." Du Lanzhen said, "I'm hanging up, I'll send you a video call..."

"It's not convenient for me." He Zhonghe said quickly.

"What's wrong..." Yan Sheng just left the classroom after listening to his mother's words.

He Zhonghe ran over and stuck the phone to his face, pointed to his chin, winked wildly, and lowered his voice: "You must video with me."

"Hello?" Yan Sheng looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Yansheng?" Du Lanzhen was taken aback.

"Hello, Auntie," Yan Sheng said, "It's not convenient to receive videos here. We are in the dormitory, and there are many people in the room."

He Zhonghe grabbed his arm and brought his ear closer, and let out a "hiss" beside him.

"Oh, so..." Du Lanzhen asked, "He Zhonghe is in the dormitory?"

"Come and fetch things with me." Yan Sheng said, "Let's hang up on Auntie first, class is about to start here."

After Yansheng hung up the phone, He Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief: "I almost let you know."

The corridor between classes after the class was very quiet, and the two of them walked to the bathroom together, passed the 23rd class through the iron fence of unknown meaning.

Although with Du Lanzhen's personality, Yan Sheng knew that He Zhonghe was somewhat afraid to tell her, but people grew up in a different environment, so they really couldn't empathize with him: "What will happen if you know?"

"My mother will go crazy." He Zhonghe looked worried.

This is not wrong, it will indeed be crazy, and it makes people feel dizzy when they think about it.

However, it sounded like an exaggeration to Yan Sheng, he smiled, and stopped when he walked to the door of the bathroom: "You go first."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe turned to look at him, "It's okay, there is a cubicle."

"What are you going to do if you peek at me?" Yan Sheng said and pushed him, "Go, it's like taking your life to help you take a bath."

He Zhonghe laughed aloud twice, then trotted into the bathroom.

After sitting on the stool for two classes, he was numb from the waist down when he was standing in the corridor to answer his mother's phone call. Now he felt alive after putting the water on.

"Niaosheng." Shi Yujie just came over, patted Yansheng, flashed into the outer bathroom and whistled while brushing the cup, "Where is He Zhongniao?"

"Toilet." Yan Sheng said.

Shi Yujie turned his head and glanced at him, Xiao Zhizhi narrowed his eyes, and really wanted to say you two little sisters, but he didn't dare to say: "Do you need a companion to go to the bathroom?"

A casual remark with an unknown meaning sounded wrong to Yan Sheng, and he nodded: "Yes."

That's right, you and He Zhonghe aren't getting along so well, are you?

He was victorious in his heart, but he looked calm on the surface.

"Hey." Shi Yujie smiled, swung the water in the cup back to the classroom and continued to wrestle with Wang Houxiong in the basic mathematics of the college entrance examination.

"I heard Shi Yujie's movement." He Zhonghe came out a few seconds after he left, and asked while washing his hands, "What magic did you use to keep him from rushing in and whistling when I went to the bathroom?"

Shi Yujie owed it, he said that He Zhonghe liked to disgust him when he was eating, he didn't have this skill, so he could only stand by and whistle when He Zhonghe went to the bathroom.

Very stupid behavior, because of this He Zhonghe almost got into a fight with him in the toilet several times.When they were in the second year of high school, they were fighting with a mop in the bathroom. The mop head flew out and wiped the face of Lao Zheng who had just entered the toilet. Both of them were driven home by Lao Zheng for a week.

But Yan Sheng hadn't been involved in the stupid|crazy|crazy|crazy things that often happened between the two of them before. At that time, He Zhonghe didn't have Yansheng in his little life of fooling around.

"Have Shi Yujie seen it?" Yan Sheng didn't go into the bathroom, his expression was still calm, "It sounds like you didn't just see it once."

"No..." He Zhonghe was speechless, "He knew it and turned his back on it."

"It's such a chaotic morality, you don't even watch it while you're whistling." Yan Sheng walked over and stood behind He Zhonghe under his gaze.

Then reached out and hooked his trouser waist, and pulled it.

He Zhonghe never wore a full school uniform, and today he only wore trousers.

The school uniform trouser waist elastic is very flexible and has very good elasticity.

Let go, "snap".

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe jumped a few steps away in an instant, clutching his back, "Can you fucking stop always doing things that people don't do by surprise!"

"It's abnormal for Shi Yujie not to do it. I just do it by surprise." Yan Sheng looked at him with a trace of mourning.

In fact, after saying this, he really wanted to put his tongue under the faucet and rub it, what to do...

Maybe He Zhonghe also thought this sentence was weird, and pointed to the mop in the sink beside him: "Believe it or not, I'll use this to brush your teeth."

He found the crux of Yansheng's jealousy. He has too few friends to hang out with. He hasn't experienced the daily life of a normal high school boy, so he feels that other straight men should do better. Nothing is right.

"Come on." Yan Sheng stood still.

He Zhonghe took a sponge mop from the sink and pointed at him.

However, he underestimated Yan Sheng.

Seeing Yan Sheng rushing to the sink at light speed, turning on the faucet to the maximum, and then pressing his hand obliquely to the faucet, before he could react, he held up the mop in a pretentious manner.

Instantly covered in water.

From the front to the trousers.

The fountain was very predictable, and it was quite far from his chin.

He Zhonghe threw the mop, followed Yan Sheng's example, and rushed over to turn on the faucet to bark at him.

The classroom door was knocked twice. Teacher Qin opened the lesson plan and was about to start class. She glanced at the door and said, "Come in."

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, two people with a dark patch and a shallow patch came in one after the other.

Then there was a burst of laughter, and there was a big dark handprint on Yan Sheng's back.

"I convinced you." After sitting down, He Zhonghe whispered while flipping through the paper from the bookend, "I find that sometimes I really can't underestimate you."

"It should have been discovered earlier." Yan Sheng took off his school uniform, glanced at where the students were smiling, and put the clothes on the radiator.

He Zhonghe put on his coat as well, and found that the hoodie inside was wet too: "Look, you're just doing this to a poor wounded man."

"Are the clothes wounded?" Yan Sheng took a look, "I have one in the closet, change it after class."

"No need." He Zhonghe pressed his stomach, "It's not wet inside."

"If you don't catch a cold, you will feel uncomfortable, and you will fight in the snow and water all day long." Yan Sheng said.

"I didn't start it, did I?" He Zhonghe glared at him.

"Brush your teeth with a mop." Yan Sheng changed his pen, "...you can figure it out."

"This is Shi Yujie's unique skill." He Zhonghe said, "It's not very interesting."

Yan Sheng had no idea what these people called interesting.

After class, he took the clothes from the cabinet and handed them to He Zhonghe.

"Don't tell me it's not wet inside." He Zhonghe sorted out the wrong questions in his hands, took a knife to scratch out the questions and pasted them on the notebook.

"Hurry up." Yan Sheng actually just wanted to brush off some water, but he accidentally let out a sigh of relief. If he really caught a cold, he would feel guilty, and he didn't have a good head in winter.He approached He Zhonghe and whispered, "Be obedient."

"Oh, fuck me." He Zhonghe frowned and smiled, cupping his ears with his hands: "Again, I didn't hear you."

"Be obedient." Zhuang Yuan and Zhang Feichi at the back table were burying their heads in trying to figure out the wrong topic, and Yan Sheng's voice was very soft, almost whispering in his ear.

The moment he said this, he suddenly remembered the time when he was trying to approach each other and pretended to be serious. At that time, He Zhonghe probably heard it for a long time, and he would have to hurt him later.

But now it's completely different, people's face really needs to be practiced.

"I heard it this time," He Zhonghe smiled and picked up his clothes and squeezed out from behind him, "I heard it with both ears."

The next session is self-study, and until the class bell rang, the cheeky guy still hasn't come back.

…Wouldn’t you be researching what kind of mop with a sponge head, a mop head, a flat head, etc. can brush your teeth?

Yan Sheng greeted the class monitor and walked out of the classroom.

"He Zhonghe?" Yan Sheng called after entering the bathroom.

Three layers of echo.

The bathroom is very empty. After all, there are only two classes on the first floor, and it is class time, so almost no one comes.

"Here." There was a weak sound from the innermost compartment.

"What's the matter?" Yan Sheng walked over and knocked on the door, "Unwell?"

"The clothes can't fit and they're stuck..." He Zhonghe's voice was muffled inside, as if he was stuffed in a layer of fabric, "The neckline is too elastic, I can't lift my arms, I'm pulling hard and scratching my chin... "

It looks like hemiplegia.

The compartment door "clicked" and opened: "You help me put it on."

A black object with only two eyes exposed was stuck inside.

"..." Yan Sheng thought it was quite funny, he squeezed the neckline and pulled it down, he was stunned, he didn't wear this dress after he bought it, he didn't know that the collar was so anti-human, maybe the little-headed father could put it on smoothly .

"Fuck." He Zhonghe struggled, with half of his face retracted inside, which made people feel a little suffocated.

This action seemed a bit strange to Yan Sheng.

With half of her waist and belly exposed, she was still struggling, and she muttered softly after "fucking".

Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows uncontrollably.

Then he reached out and put his hand on He Zhonghe's exposed stomach, and He Zhonghe groaned from the ice.

"Only wearing one?" Yan Sheng said, "No wonder it's not wet inside."

"Fuck me wrong, next time I'll wear a full set of long johns..." He Zhonghe grabbed his wrist, "You just took your hands out of the ice cellar!"

Yan Sheng slid his hand backwards for a while.

waist.

It feels surprisingly good in the hand.

He felt He Zhonghe froze.

The air is quiet for a second.

In the next second, Yan Sheng heard Lao Zheng's voice from behind, also with a three-layer echo: "Why are you two hiding here when you are not in class?"

"Hello, teacher." The two whispered at the same time.

What a fart, the teacher saw that when one hand was placed on the other's waist, the whole person was in a bad state.

Lao Zheng's appearance was so sudden that he quietly stood behind them.

Occupational disease, he usually does the same in self-study classes and patrols, walking very lightly, holding a bunch of keys on the belt behind his back to prevent it from shaking, like a ghost all day long.

Lao Zheng didn't speak, his face was indescribable, and his wrinkles were crowded together.

"He can't put on his clothes..." Yan Sheng hurriedly tugged on He Zhonghe's collar, and the latter yelled exaggeratedly, pain, pain, pain.

Pretending to be natural, he put on his clothes in front of Lao Zheng, and the two walked out of the cubicle one after the other.

Very awkward silence and stares.

Lao Zheng opened his mouth several times to say something, but for a while he couldn't think of anything to reprimand them. Anyway, the old man just looked awkward, but it couldn't be said that the two boys were so awkward.

"Go back quickly." In the end, Old Zheng chose the one he usually used, and stared at the two of them as they quickly slipped out of the bathroom.

After finishing speaking, Old Zheng remembered something, and shouted again: "He Zhonghe, please fill in the form for me when you go back!"

This matter has been in the minds of the two of them for a day, and when they think about it, they feel uneasy. Every time Lao Zheng came to see the self-study and passed by the front door to the back door of the classroom, He Zhonghe didn't dare to breathe.

I never thought that I would be so afraid of Lao Zheng one day.

This is simply a shame for the bastard.

Although now he has washed his hands and became an honest senior high school student.

In the next few classes, the two of them kept a tacit distance from each other. After class, they stopped talking and didn't go to the bathroom. When Yan Sheng was tired from sitting, he stood up and put the books on the top of the books to go to school. A section of Lili's file bag was pulled out, directly blocking a gap between the two of them, like a primary school student drawing a [-]-point line.

Fortunately, it was calm from the afternoon until after school in the evening, and Lao Zheng didn't invite the two of them to drink tea.

"Ah——" The moment He Zhonghe came out of the teaching building and saw the light of day again, He Zhonghe suddenly came back to life, and screamed in the crowd at the entrance of the building. People walking in a hurry all looked back at him, and those who didn't know thought that this man was too stressed and was going crazy. ball up.

Yan Sheng also relaxed, grabbed his schoolbag and pulled it towards him, "Shhh": "Maybe Old Zheng is watching from the office window."

Startled, He Zhonghe quickly turned around and shook off his hand.

"Don't be too deliberate." Yan Sheng raised his head slightly and looked at the office window on the fifth floor. There was really a small figure standing in the window, which was very scary.

"Is Lao Zheng a little voyeuristic?" He Zhonghe was still shocked, thinking that someone might be watching from the dark when the two of them held small hands and had a snowball fight before, and his hair stood on end.

"I don't know now, but it was true in the freshman year of high school." Yan Sheng looked back and forth, and there was no one from class 2324 nearby. Those who were caught. Take photos and send them directly to parents.”

"...Fuck." He Zhonghe didn't dare to look back at the teaching building, and kept a half-meter distance from Yansheng, "What else does he have to do?"

"After dinner, I rode my bike to the playground to catch the young couple who were taking a walk in the dark." Yan Sheng said, "And he was wearing a school uniform and sneaking into the playground crowd."

He Zhonghe remembered that in the summer when he skipped class to play games at home, it was Lao Zheng who put on a little vest and went straight to the black to catch him.

Very scary little old man.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I was too high-spirited, and I didn't pay attention to Lao Zheng at all, not to mention that he didn't have any special excuses. It was nothing more than a sophomore. Sneaking out of school, piercing ears and dyeing hair without wearing school uniform.

And as long as these things don't go too far, they generally won't disturb my mother.

What kind of trick does a high school student most fear the teacher will use?Of course it is to find the parents.

Parents don't care, and students are of course lawless, wandering around every violation of school rules without restraint.

But when he was the most honest and diligent in studying, the real trick appeared, and he didn't expect it in the second year of high school.

Got a boyfriend.

If he travels back in time and tells this sentence to his sophomore self, he will probably be shocked into cardiac arrest.

And if Du Lanzhen knew about it, she might also suffer a cardiac arrest, which was even more terrifying.

"I think the two of us should be more careful at school." He Zhonghe said seriously.

"En." After turning the corner of the building, there were no people on this road, and he entered Lao Zheng's blind spot.

"Have you ever thought about it, what would you do if you were accidentally caught?" He Zhonghe asked.

This question is actually what should Du Lanzhen do.

After all, Yansheng's parents are already nothing to him, so he can't control him.

"Bite to death and refuse to admit it." Yan Sheng said.

Homosexuality and heterosexuality are a little bit different in some ways, and as long as you keep your mouth shut and don't get caught, you can laugh it off: we joke, we joke.

It's not that He Zhonghe hasn't thought about this method, but it always makes him feel a little uneasy.

How long can I pretend to be joking, pretending to be joking, can I pretend for a lifetime?

He has never thought about it for a lifetime. This word sounds awkward and greasy to his young adult. He usually doesn't think about how far he can go. The company at the moment is all his vision.

Accompanying, He Zhonghe felt that this word was very suitable between himself and Yansheng.

The days were tight and slow, and the two accompanied each other on the bumpy road this year, walking slowly and groping slowly.

Just like now that Du Lanzhen is not at home, the two of them lived together for a few days as a matter of course, and they were just companions. They didn't realize that this was actually a short-term cohabitation, and they didn't realize why they didn't do something since they slept together.

"Come up and live with me tonight." He Zhonghe came out of the bathroom, dipped his face with a towel and said, "Feigou is almost depressed because he hasn't seen anyone for the past two days."

Yansheng sat on the sofa and watched the PPT played by the English teacher on the projection screen today, nodded, and was silent for a while: "Do you think Huhu can come back?"

He Zhonghe paused with his hands dipping his face, and laughed dryly: "You may go to the vegetable market to be the boss and sit on the flowers and plants, and you will come back soon."

Yansheng has been paying attention to the news of finding cats these days. The account of Niao Ah Pu also posted a notice about finding cats, with thousands of retweets, but there was no movement at all. He actually has a number of cats. .

"This cat is not wild," Yan Sheng said while bowing his head while making notes, "It's only been a few months, but it's very clingy."

With the truth in his mind, He Zhonghe really didn't know how to comfort him. Yesterday, the 64-speed monitoring did not see any suspicious persons in the past two days.

Put the dead cat at the door during the few minutes he entered the house, excluding strangers first.

And this person hasn't appeared in the past two days since the last time he was let go, so he must know that He Zhonghe has been monitored.

"That busybody," he walked over and quickly glanced at Yan Sheng's notes, and changed the subject, "It's a nosy person, not a busy person."

"Why did I think the teacher said..." Yan Sheng was successfully led away by him.

"That's why you memorized it." He Zhonghe secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and sat next to Yansheng, "Why didn't I have the impression that the teacher taught this."

"Practice your own calligraphy without listening to lectures in class. Can you listen?" Yan Sheng said, "I found that your English is quite good."

"That's a must. I passed all 148 exams in the peak period, so I deducted two points for the composition." He Zhonghe patted his chest, "I have a good sense of language, and I'm a genius at language."

After sorting out the notes, Yan Sheng turned off the screen projection and put away the notebook: "The outer courtyard of S University is very famous."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe stared at him in a daze, the topic was off the mark.

Yan Sheng picked up his notebook and books, got up and went back to the bedroom to put things away.

S big?

Foreign language major?

Little geniuses can definitely think about it.

When lying on the bed and reciting words before going to bed, I felt refreshed and even a little excited.

I was thinking about a bunch of messy things on the way home just now, and now I seem to have found a clue to break through my uneasiness.

A lifetime still feels far away now, but a hundred days from now is not too far away. This is a major juncture, not only for his own life, but also for his relationship with Yansheng.

When Yansheng came into the room after taking a shower, He Zhonghe was searching for the scores of the foreign language majors of S University over the years. The average score was a little lower than that of the architecture department. Among them, English, Japanese and Western Arabic were the facade majors.

The score line was almost stuck at the top of the double first-rate class, where he could touch Qingbei. It was a little higher for him, but it was not out of reach.

"You're blinking so dry you're still playing with your phone." Yan Sheng turned on the bedside lamp.

"I suddenly had a bold idea." He Zhonghe put down his phone and turned to look at him with piercing eyes.

"I want to take the exam for S University." Yan Sheng said it for him, and He Zhonghe has been in a daze since he mentioned the S University's outer courtyard just now, "Isn't it?"

He Zhonghe leaned over: "Don't you think it's wonderful!"

"What beauty?" Yan Sheng smiled.

"Fuck," He Zhonghe pulled the book away and threw it on the table, reached over him to turn off the bedside lamp, and leaned on him when the bedroom was plunged into darkness, "Hey, what do you think if we don't get together in college? ?”

Struggling when he was determined to touch the S score line and hesitated to stay in the local second book, He Zhonghe needed a little affirmation and motivation.

"What can I do." Yan Sheng sighed, hugged him and smoothed his hair, rubbing his hair habitually, "It's not that I can't see you during the winter and summer vacations, and you can play videos normally."

"What's the matter with you?" He Zhonghe suddenly raised his head, almost rubbing against the wound on his chin, "Don't you think it's interesting to be in a different place? Why don't you just fall in love with your mobile phone?"

Of course Yan Sheng knew what He Zhonghe wanted to hear, so he pinched his neck, and his hair exploded accidentally: "I want to say, you don't have to think that you have to be together in university, so you go to take the S university exam. It's childish, just in case you report It is a lifetime thing to be empty, and we can slowly solve the problems of falling in love with mobile phones in the future, and it will take four years anyway."

He Zhonghe slowly lay down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, imagining that now he is inseparable all day long and may not be able to touch him for a few months, he felt a little sad: "I know what you mean, I really think I can go to S big, If you win, you live; if you lose, you die."

Yan Sheng frowned: "You didn't listen."

"I'm not impulsive," He Zhonghe paused after finishing speaking, "I'll tell you something about why I get fake scores every time."