Long Island High School

He Wenzhou improvised, and was more serious than writing winter vacation homework. He worked out more than 20 manuscripts in one night, and the sheets were all in order. They were stapled together and made into a simple sketchbook.Of course, according to the evolution of time, he made a little trick, and signed the time with a pencil under each manuscript.Prove that I have been working hard these days, and I think about him day and night.

He Wenzhou smiled with satisfaction, and looked up at the window on the second floor of Song's house.

The curtain is a layer of light gauze, and behind it is a figure sitting at the desk.He had already inquired about it a long time ago, and having been here several times, he was certain that Song Jing lived behind this window.He didn't miss him when he didn't come, but when he came, he found that he missed him a lot.But what do you think about him?

He Wenzhou couldn't explain clearly either, he just thought Song Jing was good-looking and very proud, which made him eager to conquer.He has had many girlfriends, but the man is the first.It's not that he has never seen other people play with men, but he is still young.

He Yu has both floods and droughts, and he even took care of a starlet in the past.But he doesn't like it, his second uncle's family is very dirty, and he doesn't think it's clean for him!

Well, Song Jing, Song Jing has different benefits...

The curtains were drawn, and a boy's figure appeared behind the window, sitting with his head down under the light.The light was dim, outlining a vague and light silhouette.An adult gave instructions beside him, and then walked away.The boy closed the book, stood up, and suddenly saw a white shadow downstairs.

He was slightly taken aback, and looked at He Wenzhou through the window.

He Wenzhou raised the sketchbook and kept beckoning him to come down.

Song Jing ignored him, and there was no one in front of the window.

He Wenzhou jumped up and down twice, trying his best to look into the window, but there was nothing.He was so cold that he couldn't stand on his feet, he kept wandering, and he closed his hands holding the sketchbook and let out a fierce breath of heat.

The anti-theft door clicked, and Song Jing came downstairs.

He was only wearing a coat, which still looked like pajamas, and he was carrying a garbage bag in his hand.Her hair seems to have been cut short, her skin is still very white, she glows like porcelain in the evening light, her long eyelashes are slightly closed, covering her pair of red phoenix eyes, which are dark inside, full of everything, and seem to have everything No.

Song Jing said coldly: "Why are you here?"

Knowing that it was very cold outside, He Wenzhou took off his gloves and asked him to wear them, complaining, "Why don't you wear more."

Song Jing refused to take that glove, so He Wenzhou wanted to hold those hands, with icy muscles and fine bones, slender and cold fingers.When Song Jing was touched by him, he pulled away instead: "Are you alright?"

He Wenzhou smiled and put the sketchbook in his arms: "It's for you."

Song Jing lowered his head and flipped through the books. A book was full of his portraits, and each one was marked with the date.They haven't seen each other these days, but He Wenzhou's drawings are still different from memory, and each one is lively and vivid, as if he is right in front of his eyes, right in his heart, and he vomits out when he opens his mouth.

He Wenzhou was still there and said: "These days, the family is strictly controlled, so I haven't been able to come to you..."

Song Jing had mixed feelings, he was sent away for more than a month, he was kept indifferent for more than a month, and he was reaped for more than a month.He didn't know what to say.

He Wenzhou struck while the iron was hot: "Am I qualified to treat you to dinner?"

Song Jing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Okay, tomorrow at noon."

He Wenzhou said: "Then I will pick you up tomorrow!"

Song Jing shook his head: "I will decide the place."

He Wenzhou had already prepared the restaurant, gifts, and flowers, but was taken aback: "What?"

Song Jing said: "I'll fix the place, see you at Xishikou."

He carried the trash, put away the books, and went across the street.He Wenzhou followed behind him, still wanting to pester him, but he stared at him impatiently and sent him away!

He just said, Song Jing is different from others.

The next day, he got up early in the morning, which surprised the family.His mother doesn't get up until noon, and his father stares dumbfounded at his son with fried hair at the dining table: "Uncomfortable?"

He Wenzhou grabbed the milk and poured it: "I have something to do today."

His dad said, "Aren't you going to school today? I'll take you there."

He Wenzhou tilted his head and smiled: "Are you asking the driver to drive me?"

His father smiled like a tiger all year round, and there was no estrangement with him. He patted his son's head hard, and scolded with a smile: "Nonsense."

He Wenzhou was closer to his father than to his mother.Because his mother is too powerful, he has to support his father from time to time to maintain the balance of the family.Besides, his father is more gentle.

He Wenzhou lifted his schoolbag: "I don't go to school, you can go by yourself!"

He went out in a hurry, and when he reached the door, he looked in the mirror again and smoothed out the curled up hair at the back.Dressed fresh, he went out like a good student.

He was still wearing a white down jacket and jeans, drove to the parking lot near Xishikou, and dragged his bicycle out of the trunk. (The driver's license he just got is not for nothing!)

Riding a bicycle to Xishikou, this place is the night market in front of Song Jing's house, the daytime is really gloomy, like a palace maid without makeup, with a few pieces of rubbish and fallen leaves curled up.A few old buses passed by, and the entrances of the shops were deserted. It was very cold in the morning, but there was a shop selling sweet potatoes at the corner of the street.He parked the car and waited for the roasted sweet potatoes in the sun, shivering.

He came too early, he knew he would come at 10:30.

It's nine o'clock, do you want to go to a movie?He tore off the outer skin of the roasted sweet potato, exposing the yellow flesh inside, took a bite, and the scalding heat was like a piece of carbon stuffed into his throat, making him scream.

It would be nice if Song Jing had a mobile phone, you can call him and send him text messages.The hundreds of text messages between him and Ling Yan can't be used a few times a month, but if he is asked to send Song Jing, he can send a thousand!

Grinning his teeth and eating sweet potatoes, he slipped into a shopping mall.You can't stay outside anymore, you can freeze to death outside.After entering, he went straight to the mobile phone area.There were a variety of small mobile phones on the booth, flip, slide, and PHS, but he didn't like them.He asked the salesperson, "Any new iPhones?"

The salesperson was confused: "What wind?"

"It's—an apple! An apple missing a piece!" He drew an icon.

Fortunately, the salesperson is well-informed: "Well, we don't have anything to sell here. You should go to the Science and Technology City to see it."

He Wenzhou pondered, and finally chose the latest Motorola, which matched his own very well.

He quickly entered his number, noted his name, and began to rack his brains on how to send it out.I drank another cup of milk tea in the mall and ate a meal at KFC, and it was soon noon.He went to the agreed place again, and at 11:30, Song Jing came.

Song Jing was wearing a blue coat, which was still her school uniform, without a hat or scarf, and came there briskly.He Wenzhou helped him get cold.

When Song Jing arrived, his eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.He Wenzhou reached out and shook the eyelashes, Song Jing frowned and avoided: "What do you want to eat?"

He Wenzhou's stomach was full early: "Anything is fine."

"Let's go then."

It was the first time for He Wenzhou to walk with him like this, getting close for no reason.It's not like holding it at school and invisibly entering his private life.

He Wenzhou was happy thinking about it, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and then he laughed out loud.

Song Jing had no expression on his face, and led him into a restaurant.There was a lot of traffic at noon, and there were still a lot of people in the lobby. The old Chinese restaurant, neighbors all came to eat. There was a huge group of people, and some children were still sitting in children's chairs.

The two students managed to find a table, and the waiter came to clean up the leftovers and set out the dishes.

Song Jing lowered his eyes and poured the tea into the bowl and chopsticks to wash it, and put it in front of him.

He Wenzhou usually doesn't come to this kind of place to eat, it's too noisy, and he can't talk, let alone want to brew some ambiguous atmosphere.

This is a close call!

He Wenzhou asked him loudly: "What have you been doing these days?"

Song Jing said, "Do the questions."

He Wenzhou said: "Why are you still doing the questions?"

Song Jing asked simply, as if he didn't understand, "What else would you do?"

He Wenzhou unloaded it in one breath: "I really can't talk to you."

Song Jing said, "I didn't ask you to talk to me."

Forget it, He Wenzhou picked up the menu to look at it, and told the waiter several names of dishes in one breath, all of which were his favorites.After the report was over, I remembered Song Jing: "Tell me what you want to eat, and I will treat you!"

Song Jing said: "AA."

He Wenzhou was dissatisfied: "I'm going to treat you as promised, but you want to be stupid again, so your words don't count!"

He was sticky and wanted to act coquettishly, even though acting coquettishly in this kind of place was like being arrogant, Song Jing still thanked Bumin: "That's all."

He Wenzhou said: "No, you say the same."

Song Jing bit the bullet: "I want a soup."

He Wenzhou happily said: "Okay, then add another seafood soup!"

He looked at Song Jing who was waiting with his eyes down. He was sitting upright, with his coat off and only his school uniform on. In such a lively place, he could still keep a clean side.Her whole body was clear and cold, her eyebrows and eyelashes were black and thick, her lips were light in color, and her face was so rosy white from the heating, it was really white in white and red in red.

This man is really good-looking, he has seen many good-looking people.But there are still few people with such a good temperament as Song Jing.He couldn't contain his excitement, wanted to touch him, hug him, or even just touch him.

But this man likes to kick his child, so he can't touch it.

If you want to touch it, you have to use your brain.

He could only stare at him, his hot eyes focused on Song Jing, as if he was about to burn a hole.

Song Jing was holding a tissue in his hand, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the dishes came out quickly. He Wenzhou served soup with vegetables, observed Song Jing's preferences, and chatted casually with him.

Song Jing really had nothing to say to him, and He Wenzhou didn't feel embarrassed. From school teachers to popular games, he talked about everything one by one.

Song Jing gently scooped out a bowl of soup with a male spoon, and drank it with a small spoon.The moist lips sucked on the porcelain white spoon, which made Song Jing frown and the pink tongue curled up.He Wenzhou's heart also trembled.

He took his bowl of soup, cooled it with a spoon, and fed it to him again: "It's not hot anymore."

Song Jing looked at the spoonful of soup, didn't drink it, and looked at He Wenzhou coldly.

He Wenzhou, a young master who does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, can feed his mouth soup on a whim, he is really lucky in his life, and he is grateful.

However, the other party did not appreciate it.

He Wenzhou put the soup into his mouth angrily, remembering that Song Jing had just drank the soup, and feeling the taste of it, he was happy again.

When he was happy, he wanted to have fun.

"After eating, let's go to the movies!"

Song Jing said: "No."

"Why can't you say anything?"

He Wenzhou lay down on the table dejectedly. He didn't eat, but watched Song Jing eat.He would watch Song Jing's every move, every frown and smile.Seeing it alive, my mind was spinning quickly, and I wanted to draw him immediately.Just this moment, just like this!

"You don't like these dishes?"

"Don't you eat braised pork?"

"Where's the abalone?"

"Let me peel a shrimp for you!"

He freshly captured Song Jing's private appearance, and peeled a more oily shrimp with his oily hands. This time he didn't feed it, and put it in front of Song Jing.

He acted softly and pestered him: "You just eat, you see I treat you to dinner with good intentions, and you keep showing me face."

Song Jing put the shrimp in his mouth and took a bite like eating a fly.

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"Those pictures."

Song Jing had never spoken to him so gently, although he was still rigid and expressionless.

He Wenzhou's heart is about to melt, sincerity is what makes gold and stone open!The months of sending, the months of planning, and the months of waiting!Finally pried the iceberg open!

It seems that he is not as serious as he claims to be.

While He Wenzhou's heart was ups and downs, he was also a little bit disappointed, and he was nothing more than that.But anyway, he is very excited, very excited!The excitement of getting his hand made him laugh without knowing how, his face was full of smiles, and he couldn't say anything: "No, it's nothing, ah, as long as you like it, it's fine if you like it..."

Song Jing continued: "I am very touched."

Although I didn't see that he was moved.

"But, I'm really not that kind of person, and I really don't like you."

Song Jing looked at him: "Don't waste your time in the future."

Song Jing thought he had spoken very well. After finishing speaking, he got up and left. When he got to the front desk, he said to the waiter: "We each pay for each, 378, right?"

A meal cost nearly 800 yuan.He paid a high refusal fee.