Lang rode a bamboo horse roaring

Bai Zhou squeezed the strap of his schoolbag and looked at the crowd in front of him indifferently.

They had open collars, yellow hair on their heads, and inch-shaven sideburns.

"There are always people who think that a shaved head is Beckham, but in fact it only proves that they are a bunch of bastards." Lan Shan once complained.

When Bai Zhou looked at the crooked melons and dates in front of him, he felt that what he said made sense.

The morning reading time is approaching, and Bai Zhouyi was still stuck in the alley, so he was a little impatient and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You know Liao Ling'er?" Hunzi looked at him and asked.

The boss looked really precocious, a few centimeters shorter than Bai Zhouyi, but his face was mature like a college student, and he looked particularly fierce.

Good material for being a rogue.

However, Bai Zhou has no intention of talking to him, even if he is as beautiful as Liao Linger, Bai Zhou can't exchange a word of appreciation in Bai Zhou's mouth, let alone this precocious ugly man.Besides, he now has a fever on his forehead, his body is weak, and he has no time to talk nonsense with these bastards.

"I don't know." He said.

"The most beautiful one, the one who dances like a swan in ballet." The bastard mentioned Liao Ling'er, his voice was calmer, but soon became fierce again, "Did you make her angry?"

Bai Zhou had a headache, and his tone became sharp: "Did she ask you to come?"

"What's your attitude?" The younger brother became angry, and he stepped forward to grab his collar, but was stopped by the bastard.

"No." The bastard stared at Bai Zhouyi, "It has nothing to do with her."

"Then what's your business?" The sick Bai Zhouyi was extremely tired and disgusting. He didn't even care to maintain peaceful social etiquette, so he said meanly, "You like her, but she doesn't like you?"

"You—" The little brother was furious. Men of this age are always easily irritated. The evil in their bones is easily magnified by the acquisition of power, lack of knowledge, and the connivance of the law.

"It's none of your business." The younger brother was anxious, but the bastard was calm. He was a little irritated, but he didn't show it. He just approached Bai Zhouyi pretending to be magnanimous. He wanted to say something cruel, but he stopped again, and said suspiciously ,"You are sick?"

The conscience of heaven and earth, Hunzitou really didn't mean to curse at the moment, he just noticed that Bai Zhouyi's breath was too hot, and it was unhealthy no matter what.

"None of your business." Bai Zhouyi returned it intact.

"Come to school when you are sick." The bastard looked at him like an idiot, and he showed some thoughts of a child of this age, "If you can skip class, you are an idiot."

Bai Zhouyi also looked at him with stupid eyes, the two of them were staring at each other with contempt, when they suddenly heard an angry shout from a distance.

"What are you doing!"

The voice was so familiar, Bai Zhou raised his eyes suddenly, and saw Lan Shan roaring towards him, and the alley was blocked by gangsters.He stepped on the flower bed outside the crowd, leaped a few steps across the wall, and landed accurately in the center of the crowd, between Bai Zhouyi and Hunzitou.

His "Heavenly Soldier" is true, and people are taken aback.

Lan Shan stood still, confirmed that Bai Zhouyi had not been beaten, heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to face the gangsters.

He looked at Hunzitou. Unlike Bai Zhouyi, this strange man who has lived for 19 years and 14 years old understands the importance of socializing.

"Hello." Lan Shan stood in front of Bai Zhouyi, "Lan Shan, from No. [-] Middle School."

"Wu Sicheng." Hun Zitou also reported his family name, "Lan Zai Middle School."

"I've heard of it." Lan Zai Middle School, a well-known bad boy school, Lan Shan nodded, "Very famous."

Not only famous, but also notorious, the students of No. [-] Middle School have to take a detour when they see Lan Zai's school uniform, for fear of being entangled by gangsters.

Wu Sicheng laughed twice, he likes to talk with Lan Shan, this kind of casual chat style is to his liking.

"I like you a lot." He said appreciatively, "We might be friends, but you have to let the guy in the back come out first, and I'll have a few words with him."

Bai Zhouyi had already come out, and when Wu Sicheng said he liked it, he took a step sideways, showing his face from Lan Shan's unstretched shoulder, staring at Wu Sicheng like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Blue Mountain did not back down, he suddenly said: "Which star do you like? O'Neal?"

Wu Sicheng was surprised: "How do you know?"

Blue Mountain raised his chin at the "34" on his clothes: "Classic number, buddy's style of play is very cool."

Wu Sicheng stared at him and smiled: "Brother has vision."

The atmosphere calmed down, and Lan Shan went further and said: "Do you like sneakers? It's hard to buy these things. I have a way to buy them. Do you want to help me bring a pair?"

Wu Sicheng laughed and said, "Yes, thank you in advance."

At the end of morning reading, Lan Shan and Bai Zhou hurried to the classroom.After the explanation, Bai Zhouyi was put back in his seat, while Lan Shan was left behind by the teacher, who taught him "no safety awareness" and "show off his skills".Lan Shan dealt with it for a while, but was finally let go. He returned to his seat, his face collapsed, and he rushed over to find Bai Zhouyi and wailed for the teacher's double standard.

"What are you doing?" Lan Shan almost fell to the ground, holding on to the table and said depressedly.

"You and the gangster call you brothers." Bai Zhouyi said.

"... Is there a problem?" Lan Shan felt that his words were angry and confused.

"No problem." Bai Zhou said expressionlessly, and got down on the ground.

"Hey—" Lan Shan wanted to say something, but Bai Zhouyi had already closed his eyes and refused to chat.

Come on, the sick are the big ones.

After the morning reading, it was Chinese class. Lan Shan couldn't bear the slow class style, and he always fell asleep on weekdays, but today he was worried about Bai Zhouyi, and he touched his forehead and pressed his face every now and then. people.And he himself was full of energy, and it was the first time he was awake and listened to the entire Chinese class.

"You didn't sleep today." After class, the teacher came over and teased in surprise. She looked inside and her expression changed, "What's wrong with Zhou Yi, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

This is the difference between good students and poor students. Lanshan gets chalkheads when he sleeps, while Bai Zhou gets attention when he sleeps.

Lan Shan thought bitterly, well, this is indeed the treatment a genius deserves.

"I have a cold and maybe a low-grade fever." Lan Shan said.

"Do you want to go home?" the teacher asked, "It's uncomfortable to sleep like this."

"He doesn't want to go back." Lan Shan seemed to be Bai Zhouyi's spokesman, "He loves learning."

The teacher was shocked by Bai Zhouyi's thirst for knowledge, and when he left, he was full of admiration, saying that in ancient times, Song Lian traveled hundreds of miles away to hold scriptures and inquire (1), and now Bai Zhouyi dragged his sick body to school to study, what a hero out of a boy.

Bai Zhouyi slept almost all day. He mainly slept in science classes. Anyway, he had previewed the content, so it didn't matter whether he listened to it or not.

"Then why do you still listen so carefully?" Lan Shan was puzzled.

"Exercise concentration." Bai Zhou yawned, glanced at the clock, and it was time for self-study, "Let's go, go to the department store."

"Aren't you going home?" Lan Shan reached out and touched his forehead, surprised, "Are you crazy, you are still running around when you are sick."

"I came to school to go to the department store." Bai Zhou squeezed his wrist, broke his hand, and repeated, "Let's go."

As soon as Bai Zhou insisted on going to the department store, he didn't ride his bike because of illness, so Lan Shan parked the bike at the school and went to the subway station with him.

"Tomorrow you will borrow my car to go to school." Lan Shan stepped on the escalator, turned back and said before he could stand still, "I don't want to walk."

"Well, then you give me a ride." Bai Zhouyi clasped his shoulders in front of Lan Shan's beard and stared at him, turned him back, and said, "Watch the road."

Line 3 to the city center is always crowded, especially during rush hour.

Lan Shan doesn't like to compete for seats. Because of his height, he has been separated from the "old, weak, sick and disabled" seating group since he was eight years old. This healthy kid looks like a wild horse, and he doesn't need a seat to appease his tired legs , and Lanshan himself is more accustomed to giving up his position to those who need it more.

But today is different. Today Bai Zhouyi is the one who needs a seat. He is a sick patient and needs to rest.

As soon as the door of the car was opened, Lan Shan descended like a tiger, jumped into the car, sat down in the seat he had chosen earlier, and sat on his throne domineeringly like a king.

Young and middle-aged people rushed to grab seats, such a strange behavior caused a strange look.

Lan Shan cheekily ignored all kinds of sights and waved towards the door.

Everyone was in unison, and in a blink of an eye, Bai Zhouyi silently raised his collar and pulled his zipper to the highest point, covering half of his face, and walked over slowly.

Lan Shan stood up and made way for him, while glaring away a middle-aged man who was about to grab the seat.

After Bai Zhou sat down, he still pulled his collar to cover his face, his clear eyes were lowered and exposed outside.

"Is it embarrassing?" Lan Shan knelt against him angrily, "I won the seat so hard, I won't sit down."

"Oh." Bai Zhou blinked and was about to get up.

Lan Shan quickly pushed him back: "Don't get up!"

"Oh." Bai Zhouyi sat down again.

He looks very good. The sick Bai Zhouyi is even better than the three-year-old Bai Zhouyi.

Although it can be very annoying.

Lan Shan couldn't help feeling angry, and said in a muffled voice: "My friend, someone gave up your seat, you have to say thank you."

"Thank you." Bai Zhouyi followed suit.

"Thank who?"

"Thank you, Lanshan." Bai Zhou corrected himself as soon as he realized his mistake.

"Okay." Lan Shan was reluctantly satisfied, and he tapped Bai Zhou's forehead with his index finger, "I'm half a year older than you, so Brother Gou will die, right?"

"Yes." Bai Zhou kept poking at the dead point.

"..." Lan Shan choked and turned his head away angrily.

It's just that the older I get, the less cute I am.

After arriving at the department store, Lan Shan contacted the person, and quickly got the shoes he wanted to buy.

Bai Zhou was not interested in a pair of sneakers. When he was looking for someone, he stood at the door, inspecting the sports area with his eyes, and took nothing.The shoes Wu Sicheng wanted to buy were not in this store, so Lan Shan only took his own shoes to check out.

He was queuing up when Bai Zhou came over.

"What did you take?" Lan Shan stretched out his hand, thinking that he was going to pay for something for himself.

Bai Zhou ignored him, took Lan Shan's hand, and straightened his fingers.

"What?" Lan Shan watched him play with his fingers like a cat, letting it touch his hand.

Lan Shan and Bai Zhouyi's hands are about the same size, while Bai Zhou's fingers are slightly longer, maybe a few millimeters longer.

Bai Zhou inspected it for a moment, then let go and turned to leave.

"Hello?" Lan Shan called from behind. He was at a loss and didn't understand what Bai Zhouyi was going to do. He wanted to stop him from running around, and because he couldn't leave in the team, he could only go to that place. Shouting, "Where are you going! Can't the patient just stay here?"

Bai Zhou didn't turn his head back, Lan Shan rubbed his head irritably, and shouted again: "I went to the radio to find someone before you came back after I bought it! I went to the radio and shouted, 'Dear Bai Zhou, your friend! The guardian is waiting for you at the cash register!'...hey, did you hear that? I'm not kidding!"

The author says:

(1) This stalk comes from "Send Dongyang Horse to Shengxu"

Bai Zhouyi - Not only does he not want to be called Brother Lan Shan, but he also wants Lan Shan to call him brother.