The schoolmate at the same table dressed as a villain school grass

At that moment, like an electric current whistling through his heart, Qi Luo had a very strange feeling, as if Xu Yi had seen through all his secrets with that one glance.

But soon Qi Luo figured it out, this is impossible.

Perhaps Xu Yi really thinks that he is a bit mysterious. For example, he is from Haicheng, but he doesn’t know much about Haicheng. Classmate, so just like Qi Luo is willing to listen to his story, he is willing to share Qi Luo's secret.

But Qi Luo's story is not Xu Yi's.

Qi Luo thought for a while, and felt that if he told Xu Yi that the world was actually a book, and that his destiny had already been written, he would not be able to accept it.

It is impossible for anyone to accept it, even Qi Luo himself, if someone told him so, he would take everything he could and beat that person out.

But Xu Yi's understanding attitude still moved Qi Luo very much, as if he was living on a deserted island, and suddenly he had another companion with no malice, even if the two of them could not speak the language, they could still accompany each other.

Not to mention that this is no ordinary companion, but his boyfriend.

Like and know how to appear in the same person is something worthy of gratitude to God.

"What do you want to know?" Qi Luo joked to Xu Yi, "Want to know the WeChat ID of my first boyfriend?"

"Didn't I have one?" Xu Yi recited his own WeChat ID while talking, "We are childhood sweethearts, and we have been together for many years."

"It's so sour." Qi Luo jokingly covered his chest.

Xu Yi knew that Qi Luo meant that he didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask, and raised his hand to rub Qi Luo's hair.

Qi Luo knew that Xu Yi's actions were taking him as a willful idiot, but Xu Yi was actually a naive idiot in this matter.It doesn't matter, fools and fools can love each other.

After the last wave of grilled skewers, the two went upstairs and went home.

Two people sleep on one bed at night, two pillows and one quilt, which is a good time to do bad things.But Qi Luo had already been hollowed out, and Xu Yi was very restrained. In the end, nothing unsuitable for children happened. They said good night to each other and went to bed.

The next day, Qi Luo fell into a drowsy sleep, and smelled a smell from the kitchen.

Or to put it in a more academic way, the smell of charcoal.

The longing for life made Qi Luo go from a half-dream and half-awake state to mental like a monkey in an instant. He picked up the fire extinguisher and rushed over. During the short few steps, he was still thinking, did he forget to turn off the fire when he was cooking porridge last night?

Qi Luo kicked open the kitchen door, and was about to shoot dry powder with a fire extinguisher like a machine/gun, when he saw Xu Yi holding a spatula with one hand, staring blankly at a pot that didn't catch fire but had a rather strange smell.

Qi Luo: "..."

It took Qi Luo five seconds to realize what happened.Then he walked forward, Xu Yi rarely showed a guilty expression, Qi Luo took a step forward, and he took a step back.

Qi Luo was angry and funny, and when he walked to the edge of the pot, he asked Xu Yi: "What are you doing?"

"I want to make you breakfast." Xu Yi replied.

Qi Luo had already guessed the answer, but when Xu Yi said this, even if there were two black ancient Babylonian clay tablets in the pot, he couldn't get angry at all.

"What is this?" Qi Luo pointed to the suspicious-looking thing, and even wondered if Xu Yi partnered with the chemistry teacher to conduct experiments at his home.

"Fried poached eggs." Xu Yi said.

Qi Luo: "?"

"I didn't expect it to be like this. The tutorial said to stick to the side of the pot and use the residual heat to heat it up for a while. What might I have done wrong?" Xu Yi thought, "Anyway, one piece was black in a moment, and then it was completely black. Totally out of control."

Qi Luo had nothing to say and could only quietly listen to his explanation.

Even if Xu Yi is frying a piece of French toast, he can accept it, but frying an egg to achieve this kind of program effect is equivalent to writing Li Bai as a person from the Song Dynasty.

What else can I do, just give him a thumbs up.

Xu Yi not only fried eggs, but also made porridge. Unexpectedly, although the fried poached eggs were horrible, the porridge he cooked was really good.

The two went downstairs to buy steamed buns to eat with porridge. On the way, Qi Luo couldn't help asking Xu Yi: "Why does someone cook porridge so well and eggs like this?"

"I'm biased." Xu Yi said confidently.

There are still six days left in the winter vacation before the third year of high school. After yesterday's farce, Xu Yi didn't want to go back to live.During breakfast, he expressed to Qi Luo that he wanted to live here for the rest of the day.

After confirming that he would not make breakfast fried kitchens again, Qi Luo happily accepted the proposal. Yesterday, my mother also said that I can ask my classmates to come and live at any time. Anyway, it’s Xu Yi’s money, so there’s no need to make a report. .

Xu Yi went home to pick up his things and came back again. He brought some amazing news that his stepmother was moving back to his mother's house.

It is said that last night, Xu Jingwei had a big quarrel with his stepmother. The content of the quarrel was related to the young man who touched porcelain. Xu Jingwei vaguely expressed his doubts, and then the stepmother exploded. Finally, the stepmother wanted to go back to her mother's house to prove her innocence .

Anyway, Qi Luo couldn't figure out how to prove his innocence by going back to his mother's house, but Xu Jingwei doubted his wife because he was an outsider, which sounded abstract.

But Qi Luo understood after thinking about it again. It is normal for a person who can say to his son "You beat your mother to death" to have such a magical operation.

Compared to these two dog-eat-dog dogs, Qi Luo is more concerned about the other little green tea who is alone.

"Where's your brother?" Qi Luo asked.

"He seemed to be terrified and stayed at home the whole time. When I was packing up, he ran over and hugged me and cried." Xu Yi frowned slightly, "He... I don't know. Sigh."

Qi Luo probably understands Xu Yi's thoughts. Although he has some doubts about his brother, he has always regarded Xu Hao as his only hope for so many years. Damn asking to act.

He actually knew the answer himself, but he didn't want that answer. Qi Luo understood this feeling very well. Anyway, now that Xu Hao's mother and son have shown their feet, Qi Luo has no intention of forcing Xu Yi, and he didn't continue this topic after kissing him.

In the next few days, neither of them mentioned Xu Jingwei or his stepmother again. Xu Jingwei probably felt ashamed because Xu Yi was stimulated that day, so he didn't bother these days.

Qi Luo didn't want to think about these bad things, and Xu Yi didn't want to think about them either. They spent a short period of life without shame or shame while studying and doing bad things.

Then, it was the day when the new senior year of high school started.

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It is the rainy season recently, and it also rained on the first day of school.

Qi Luo likes rainy days very much. The sound of rain isolates the whole world, and that feeling is very comfortable.

Early in the morning, Xu Yi hurriedly went downstairs to buy breakfast, and then thoughtfully helped Qi Luo tidy up her schoolbag and put it by the door. After getting up and having breakfast, the two of them went to school together.

The two of them held an umbrella along the way, but when they were one block away from the school, Qi Luo faltered. Thinking of what Lu Yingcai said after the final exam, they felt that the two of them had to restrain themselves at school. Just one person with an umbrella, walking side by side to the school.

They went to the dormitory to put things first, and when they ran into Zhang Ze who also came to put things, he was very surprised: "Didn't you two always come at the back-to-school point every time before? Why did you only come this morning!"

Qi Luo and Xu Yi looked at each other, thinking guiltyly, because they used to stay at home and had nothing to do, now they stay at home and are reluctant to leave, but of course it is impossible to say this.

Qi Luo thought for a while and said, "Because I gave him a lecture last night, and accidentally passed the time, so I just came this morning."

A creature like Xueba will get the buff of "No matter what outrageous things you do while studying, you will be understood". When Qi Luo said this, Zhang Ze immediately nodded in understanding, and said with emotion, "This is the difference between me and the first grader. ".

After putting away the things, all the new high school seniors gathered in the underground auditorium. Everyone was still immersed in the depression that the short vacation was over. When they entered the auditorium, they saw the big "Welcome new high school seniors" banner in the middle of the auditorium and the huge banner next to it. The countdown card, and Yang Batian, who was in a rare suit and leather shoes, became chattering immediately.

They yelled oh my god, I'm already a senior in high school, and yelled that Yang Batian looked handsome in a formal suit.

Qi Luo suddenly felt a little dazed.

This is the third year of high school. He originally thought that this day would come with a sense of ceremony, but in fact, it came lightly, riding the rain.

There is still the last year of gathering and dispersal.

Qi Luo thought of the iron grille door of the north building that he saw a month ago, of the night lights that he had glimpsed there countless times before that, and of the tense but admirable area in the corridor of the third year of senior high school during evening self-study. The quietness, and the scene of people going to the empty building.

It's still raining.People around me are still chattering.

Qi Luo turned his head, looked for Xu Yi's eyes in the crowd, and saw that he was also looking at him.Qi Luo thought of the thick enrollment directory he had been flipping through before, and knew that he was thinking the same thing as himself.

My flustered heart suddenly settled down with the romantic atmosphere of the past few days.

The fate-determining third year of high school came quietly amidst the ignorant noise of teenagers.