about i love you

When I arrived at our rental house, I asked Lu Qiang if he wanted to go in and sit down. He just helped me move the things down and waved his hand.

He said that he still has things to do when he goes back, and he has no time to play with me.

I kicked him and stood there watching his car go farther and farther away. When I came back to my senses, Wen Mengliang was struggling to carry his luggage into the house. I walked over to help him, and he looked up and smiled at me. , the hair, um, is really hairy.

The table was full of my favorite dishes, and they were all clasping things to prevent the heat from dissipating. A warm feeling overflowed from the bottom of my heart, and I followed him into the room.

She hugged him from behind, put her head on his shoulder, and the tip of her tongue slipped past his ear. He remained motionless for a while, struggling to turn around.

I smiled, hugged his waist and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around my neck as usual, kissing intently.

I reached in through his clothes, cold hands directly against his skin, so cold, he struggled uncomfortably, his lips moved away from my mouth, and kissed my neck, trying to adapt his body to mine temperature.

When school started the next day, I opened my eyes and looked at the sleeping person next to me. I got up and put on my clothes. The snow hadn’t cleared yet, and it was shining brightly in the sun.

After I packed up my things, I was surprised when I saw the food on the table. Then I saw his shoes on the ground in a different direction than last night, so I realized that he should have gone to bed after cooking for me. of.

Checking the time, it was still enough, so I sat down to eat, it tasted good, and it was his usual style.

After two days of class, the head teacher said that he would regroup according to the results of last year's final exam. Sun Han was already with Li Yan. After falling headlong into it, the two confronted each other.

After being divided into groups, unexpectedly, I sat with Sun Zhe again. When I was in junior high school, I was Wannian's second child, but I never complained about him. There is a learning style in this world that is very rigid, but it just adapts to it. Some people, if they suddenly relax, they plummet.

Sun Zhe probably is, he ran from the key class to our ordinary class, but his grades were still getting worse every time, and he never had a smile on his face.

I bumped his elbow and asked, "Do you know which class Liu Ping is in?"

He shook his head, the thick spectacle lenses reflected the light, my eyes looked at Sun Han in front of me, seeing how his head was bouncing while he was sleeping, I was a little unable to recover.

He went all night again last night. When I was sweeping the floor this morning, I saw that he hadn't eaten, so I asked. I bought him food when he came back, and I don't know if he ate.

Sun Zhe replied, "I don't know. What's wrong?"

I suddenly had a bad taste, and said in a low voice, "Liu Ping liked you before, do you know that?"

Sun Zhe turned his head, "Don't talk nonsense."

For a nerd like him, it really doesn't make any sense to play.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a book that didn't look like a textbook on his desk, and I couldn't help reaching out to take it over, but he didn't stop it.

It is a collection of ancient poetry, which is already a little old. I opened the cover, and there were three words written on the second page.

Chang Xuanfeng.

This character is not good, it is written crookedly, and it is not neat at all. I have never seen anyone with this name. Maybe it is Sun Zhe's former friend, not from our class.

Recently we have learned a little Song Ci. Actually, I am also quite interested in this, but Wen Mengliang is definitely more interested in this than I am.

I prefer the words they wrote, which are very flavorful and very different from the language of modern people. This may be the meaning of what the teacher said, I don't understand these.

When I was about to turn back, I saw a line of small characters under his name, in the lower right corner of the page.

Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, V587, will dominate the rivers and lakes for generations to come.

I stared at it for a long time before I realized that this V587 should mean mighty and domineering.

I couldn't help laughing, it seems that the owner of this book likes Li Yu's appearance very much.

I also appreciate the words he wrote. The first contact was relatively early. When I was in elementary school, there were no textbooks at the beginning of school. The Chinese teacher wrote Li Yu's "meeting each other" on the blackboard and told us that when I was young, I didn't know anything. don't know.

Later, I learned it again in high school, and I vaguely remembered the memories of my childhood.There is a sense of the absurdity of time and space dislocation.

I turned to read a few pages, and the teacher came down from the other side.

I put the book away and said softly to Sun Zhe, "Lend me this book."

He frowned and said, "This is not my book, and he doesn't like lending books to others."

I was a little stunned, isn't it just a book, as for?Seeing that my expression was not right, Sun Zhe struggled a bit, then nodded again.

Said, "Okay, but just don't ruin the book, I won't be able to explain it when the time comes."

After class, I asked again, and learned that this Chang Xuanfeng was a classmate he met when he was not divided into classes. He is a nice person, but he has a quirk. He doesn't like to lend books to others. He always feels that others don't value books. .

I think this person is very interesting. Wen Mengliang can also take the book to look at. He likes these things more than I do. I don’t remember that he doesn’t have this on his bookshelf. Maybe he will be very happy when he brings it back.

I will be in my third year of high school in less than half a year, and the class teacher is talking about how important the second year of high school is, it is the most important year of high school, and I have to study hard and so on.

I also heard this when I was in the first year of high school. It is likely that he will say that the third year is the most important year in the third year of high school. Anyway, he has to study hard every moment.

In April, it was my birthday again. It happened to be Saturday, and we also had a week. My mother called and asked me to go home and celebrate.

The celebration she said probably means buying a chicken and some meat to make a good meal. I have never eaten a piece of birthday cake that belongs to me when I grow up. People there don’t have this awareness. Cake is dispensable on birthdays. of.

I originally thought that I just went back last time, so I won’t go back this time. My mother suggested that I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I agreed. Before I left, I told Wen Mengliang to let him stay and don’t run around. , and left.

Last time when he went out alone, he was bullied by a group of children who secretly scolded him behind his back. If I hadn't bumped into him and scolded them, Wen Mengliang wouldn't know how much he would have suffered.

Hey, it's not actually true, the child followed him and called him dumb, and he didn't know it at all.

On Friday night, I sat in front of the computer and read a novel. Although the mobile phone is convenient, it hurts my eyes. Maybe it’s because I was well protected when I was in junior high school, and my eyes are not nearsighted. If it breaks now, it’s not worth it .

When I read the novel "Deep Roots of Love" last year, he didn't have many fans. At that time, I suddenly didn't want to read it, so I threw the article aside. Now I found out that I read it last year. That article has been written.

His fans have increased a lot because of this book, and most of them seem to be girls. His writing style is good, and unlike other books, there are thousands of male protagonists in the harem, so it's normal for girls to like it.

I was a little tired, so I yelled, asking Wen Mengliang to pour me a cup of tea.

He couldn't hear me, and I forgot again.

He took out his mobile phone to send text messages. He set it to vibrate. Normally, he put it in his trousers pocket, and he could see the text messages in time.I was the only one who texted him.

But after a while, he still didn't reply to me. I got up to look, but I didn't expect that he was already asleep, and he was lying on the bed with his clothes on. There were big dark circles under his eyes, which seemed to be caused by turning over just now. Because of this, a small piece of belly was exposed.

I stretched the quilt for him, poured myself a cup of tea, and sat in front of the computer again. I didn’t want to read novels or do anything. I sat in a daze. Sometimes I felt that I would do nothing for a day. I can do it by just sitting there in a daze for 24 hours.

After returning home for my next birthday, I threw myself into the flustered study again.

The last time the head teacher made the quiz, I only scored more than 90 points in the Chinese test, a full score of 150 points. Generally, the worst Chinese in the class can get a hundred or more in the test. I really need to make up for it.

Sun Zhe is not good at English, and he carries a vocabulary book to memorize words all day long. I want to tell him that memorizing words is useless, it is better to do a few sets of questions carefully. He opened his mouth several times but did not say anything. People, the most important thing is to save face.

If I told him that his way of studying was wrong, he would feel so uncomfortable.

As time passed, the signs of long days and short nights appeared again. We got up early to run, then went to morning self-study, then ate, went to class, ate again, went to class, ate again, and lived all day long. Like a wind-up machine.

In the weather in May, the sun shone fiercely on the ground, making the little purple flowers all over the place wilt and lose their spirits.

Everyone in the class is in class, the fan whirring overhead, other than the rustle of students writing, this is a self-study class, the teacher just sits on the podium and does not give lectures.

The girl in front suddenly whispered, "Don't shake the table."

shake the table...

I also noticed that the table was shaking irregularly, no one touched it, the pen on it slipped back and forth, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The teacher looked up at the electric fan shaking left and right, and shouted loudly, "There's an earthquake, go, get out."

We didn't feel anything other than the weird shaking of things, so we didn't panic too much when we went down from the teaching building.

After a few minutes, almost everyone in the school gathered in the open-air playground. I looked up at the teaching building where I stayed just now.

In the hot air, it vibrated slightly, right in front of me.

All of us were ordered to stay on the playground, and by the time school was almost over, we were almost back to normal.

There was also news on the Internet that a strong earthquake had occurred in a city far away, and the tremor was so weak that it could be ignored when it reached us.

The teacher said that those who need to take things can go back quickly to get them, and those who don't take them can go home.

I really had to get something, so I walked up the stairs quickly and met a boy around the corner.

Wearing blue short-sleeves, with bright eyes, the whole person is full of a sunny and smart feeling, with curly hair, thin lips, unruly and restless.

Noticing that I was looking at him, he turned around and asked, "Are you going to get something too? How tall is it?"

I said, "Second year in high school, go get some books. My name is He Su. What about you?"

His voice was clear and comfortable to listen to. He smiled, showing the dimples on his cheeks, and said, "My name is Chang Xuanfeng, and I'm also a sophomore in high school."

Then he was gone, disappeared down the stairs, faded away.

The author has something to say: I have worked hard today, and I want a reward.