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It was no secret that Gu Zhilin liked Shen Yanying.

He fell in love with Shen Yanying in his freshman year of high school. At that time, he and Shen Yanying were still in the same class, but they were not familiar with each other.

One evening when he was reading "Selected Poems of the Song Dynasty", he accidentally caught a glimpse of the phrase "Yanyan Qingying", and immediately thought of Shen Yanying's name, so he said in a low voice, "Yanyan Qingying, Shen Yanying?" A crisp inquiry came from behind: "Are you watching Jiang Kui's "Treading on Shasha"?"

He turned his head and saw Shen Yanying standing behind him, with the backlight behind her, and her face was difficult to distinguish.

There were people coming and going all around, it was extremely noisy, but Gu Zhilin could clearly hear that the heart in his chest was beating like a drum.He knew that he was finished.

Later, he and Shen Yanying were assigned to different classes in the third grade of high school, but this love could not be erased no matter what.

This brief encounter with Shen Yanying put Gu Zhilin in a trance state for almost the whole day.

Until he went to pick up Huo Chengfeng, he was still in a daze. When he came back to his senses, Huo Chengfeng had called him several times.

He glanced at the thin sweat on Huo Chengfeng's forehead, and touched Huo Chengfeng's hair. Recently, he was very obsessed with this kind of touch, so he cheered up and said, "It's so hot, let's go! Brother will take you to buy popsicles."

Huo Chengfeng glanced at him thoughtfully and nodded.

When the two of them came out of the canteen, they already had an extra popsicle in their hands.

While licking the cold popsicle, Gu Zhilin looked at the stick in Huo Chengfeng's hand. He was about to move as he ate.

Gu Zhilin asked: "Xiaofeng, what does your popsicle taste like?"

Huo Chengfeng only answered two words briefly: "Mango."

Gu Zhilin: "Oh."

After a while, he seemed to be talking to himself: "Brother's is strawberry flavor."

Huo Chengfeng didn't speak, just ate with his head down.

Gu Zhilin waited for a while, seeing that there was no response, he continued seriously: "Xiaofeng, don't you think the mango flavor is not delicious?"

Huo Chengfeng stopped, looked at him for a few seconds, and looked at Gu Zhilin with horror, then sighed, stretched out the popsicle in front of Gu Zhilin, and said helplessly: "Brother, I want to taste the strawberry flavor. "

It is obvious that Huo Chengfeng is the younger brother, but Gu Zhilin feels that there is infinite pampering implied in his tone.

Gu Zhilin was overjoyed, but still pretended to be serious: "Okay, since it's Xiaofeng that you want to taste, then brother will reluctantly exchange it with you."

As he said that, he couldn't wait to exchange the popsicles in the hands of the two of them.

The moment he ate the popsicle, Gu Zhilin felt that he was complete.

Sure enough, other people's ones are the best, he squinted his eyes and thought, and the dimples jumped to his cheeks again.

He was eating happily, when Wishing jumped out from the side, scaring Gu Zhilin into choking.

Gu Zhilin said angrily, "Are you a dog!"

Wishing hummed, but ignored him, put his head in front of Huo Chengfeng, and said with a playful smile: "Are you Huo Chengfeng's little brother? I'm your brother's classmate. You should call me brother too. Come on, call me brother." One sound!"

Then he waited expectantly.

Huo Chengfeng didn't even look at him, and continued to eat the popsicle in his hand.

"Go away!" Gu Zhilin patted his head away angrily, and asked, "Where did you come from? Why are you still crossing the flower bed?"

At this time, Lu Yijun, who had been following behind Wishing, slowly walked out.

He glanced at the wish, then pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "We just went to watch the basketball team practice, and you know what is the biggest regret in the three years of high school that made the wish."

As he said that, he also measured the height of the wishing with his eyes up and down.

Wishing turned to him angrily: "What are you talking about!"

Gu Zhilin bit the popsicle in his mouth, gloating at the farce in front of him.

He felt his sleeves being ripped off, so he lowered his head. Huo Chengfeng was raising his head, and said, "Brother, go home."

Gu Zhilin hurriedly replied: "Oh, go home and go home."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the two people who were still arguing, took Huo Chengfeng's hand and rushed home.

When Lin was far away, he could still hear the shouts of wishing faintly coming from behind.

Before dinner in the evening, Huo Chengfeng was helping Gu Zhilin's mother serve dishes because he was already familiar with it.

Gu Zhilin's father was away on a business trip, so he was a little presumptuous, sitting lazily at the table, watching the busy two, holding his face and waiting for the meal.

As soon as his mother came out of the kitchen, she saw him like this, reached out and patted Gu Zhilin's forehead, and said angrily, "Xiao Zhi, you are really getting lazy."

Gu Zhilin touched his forehead and replied: "No way, Mom, it's you and Xiaofeng."

His mother pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes, which were very similar to Gu Zhilin's, sparkled.

After Huo Chengfeng heard it, he didn't react much, he just twitched the corners of his mouth. Although it was a very small arc, Gu Zhilin felt a pleasant atmosphere lingering around him.

When eating, Gu Zhilin was just about to raise his hands to pick up vegetables, when a pair of chopsticks were handed to him in the bowl.

Gu Zhilin looked down and saw that it was a set of roasted eggplant, and the coriander powder sprinkled on it had been removed.

Gu Zhilin smiled embarrassedly: "Xiaofeng, you are so considerate. My brother likes you the most." Then he lowered his head and started eating.

Huo Chengfeng's face blushed slightly, and he shrugged off the rice in the bowl.

Gu Zhilin got up at night, passed by the study, and saw that the lights in the room were still on.

He walked over curiously.

The door of the study opened slightly, and a low-pitched conversation flowed out from inside.

It was my mother who was calling, and it seemed to be related to Huo Chengfeng.

Gu Zhilin held his breath and eavesdropped, feeling a thrill of doing something bad in his heart.

He heard his mother say: "Well... The Huo family... Huo Zhengze... can't go back..." Some words in the middle could not be heard clearly because his mother lowered her voice.

Because of the half-sitting posture and the soft carpet on the floor, Gu Zhilin was still drowsy as he listened. He leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he was already on his own bed, beside Huo Chengfeng who was holding hands tightly with him.

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