Long Island High School

For Song Jing, liking a man was originally a very troublesome and burdensome matter.Besides, he was an annoying man.

However, He Wenzhou always has a way to make his likes interesting.He is like magic, one trick a day, not boring and gradually invaded his life.By the time Song Jing found out, he had already met all of He Wenzhou's friends virtually.

And have 5 minutes a day to walk with him.

He Wenzhou doesn't need much, just 5 minutes.He stretched out his palm and looked at Song Jing, pulling Song Jinghuang like a little boy: "Just 5 minutes, okay? I must be good! Just pretend I don't exist!"

And Song Jing had to walk from the teaching building to the school gate, because no one dared to walk with him, and he despised everyone like a lone ranger, so it didn't matter if there was one more person.

He Wenzhou became ordinary friends with him. When he came to school every day, He Wenzhou waited early in the teaching building and went up with him; or every day after school, He Wenzhou waited outside the classroom and accompanied him to the bus stop.

The morning sun fell on the big boy. With a bag on his back, he stepped over in twos and threes, showing him a big smile.

Sometimes there is no need to say anything, sometimes I receive some of his paintings, gadgets he made, and sometimes I just chat about the content in class.

Every Friday He Wenzhou would go to another building to learn Chinese painting, and he would be away all day that day.Song Jing received the notes he sent over and over again, one after another, and sent them to him like a swan geese passing a letter.Originally, this kind of harassment was very annoying, but I didn't expect He Wenzhou to turn the notes into comic strips, one by one live broadcasting the embarrassing things that happened in his studio.

A small kawaii Q version of He Wenzhou bowed his head silently to be scolded, while the teacher was spitting and working so hard that his hair would turn gray from worrying.The white-bearded old man showed him various ways of painting mountains, while he turned his back and stuck out his tongue to make a face, and the last one was passed to Song Jing. Song Jing smiled and put the small book of cards into his pocket. in the bag.

In just one month, Song Jing received a basketful of gadgets.In the evening, he stayed in his room, sorting out these meaningless things.He only has this one room, and only this bunch of meaningless things.

Although it is absolutely impossible for him to fall in love with He Wenzhou, he is not willing to throw these things away.

He knew that it was shameless for people to love one-sidedly, but what could he do?He can have too little love.What's more, this is just a trick played by the young master, he doesn't need to do anything, just cooperate.

Cheng Jiajia also goes to another building to learn piano every Friday, but she didn't go today, she hasn't been there for several weeks.There is a chorus competition in the grade, and she is the publicity committee member in the class, so of course she has to take responsibility.And a senior from the senior art class was sent to guide them, and she had to cooperate with the senior's work well.

The senior had chased her for a while before, but she never agreed.Because I think the senior is an idiot with no appearance.The art class, the floor in the back row, what good stuff can there be in the smoky atmosphere.I didn't expect to bite the bullet and cooperate with this senior several times. The high-pitched and resonant Yellow River solo, the shocking multi-part duet, and the passionate and wing-like conductor all made this guy stand out and be different from others.Unexpectedly, this guy not only has appearance, but also talent, and he is always following her ass solicitously.The gift for her was a brand-name bag, and she was invited to a western restaurant for dinner.She sneaked back from outside school, happy in her heart.

The senior wrote love letters to her like swan geese passing letters, one after another, shiningly pressed on her desk.

She collected too much, so she casually put it on the table, and went to discuss "work" with her seniors.

Han Lin was still her deskmate, but they hadn't spoken for many days, nor had they left together.Just now when Cheng Jiajia came back, she was playing with a lipstick that her senior had just given her.

Han Lin said: "It's not good for you to always accept gifts from him like this?"

Cheng Jiajia raised her head sensitively: "What is total collection? I refused, but he still gave it away!"

Han Lin said: "If you don't want to accept it, it's better to make it clear."

Cheng Jiajia had a very rebellious feeling, because she had indeed rejected it, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with her: "I made it clear, but what can he do if he is willing to send me off? I can't see him, right? That class What about the chorus competition? Who will cooperate? Besides, whether to accept or not is my business, so what does it have to do with you? My mother has never cared about me!"

Han Lin shut her mouth and stopped talking.

After a while, she asked again: "You really don't like him?"

Cheng Jiajia pulled her schoolbag helplessly: "Really, long-winded!"

She picked up her schoolbag and left first.

Han Lin was stunned in her seat, feeling very hopeless.There are too many people around Cheng Jiajia, and too many people like her, she is always surrounded by people, loved by stars, when will she take a look at herself.

The princess looked down on the people, she tasted it, but very briefly.Many people appeared around her one after another, one left and another came.She is really bored.

She looked up and saw the love letter left on the table, which was stuffed under the exercise book by Cheng Jiajia.With trembling hands, she pulled it out calmly and opened it slowly.A boy's caring and considerate words filled his mind as he babbled on to a girl.

She didn't expect it to be so nagging and detailed, not like a senior, like a man, like a brother, and like a dog.Even Cheng Jiajia had a pimple on his forehead, he had to ask several times if he was alright, if not, what kind of cosmetics he used, what kind of hospital his sister had been to, and did the medicine he took last time make it better?Should he take her there... He obviously knows her very well, and knows her recent troubles and whereabouts, because Han Lin doesn't even know that she has acne, let alone that she has been to the hospital and what medicine she has taken—she has never Never said that!

Han Lin looked at this heartfelt and affectionate letter and felt fear, cold, and nausea.

It's not the person who wrote the letter that was disgusting, it was Cheng Jiajia who was disgusting.To her, Cheng Jiajia has always been a princess-like clean and pure and undefiled belief, and Cheng Jiajia is indeed clean and pure when facing her. They only talk about romance, regardless of common things.What she gave her has always been a little ambiguity that is free from the spirit. She and her are the communication of souls and the tacit understanding of spirits.She felt that Cheng Jiajia had a soul, which was not only pure, but also special and different, comparable to her own.They all like this tacit understanding that is inseparable and indescribable.This kind of ambiguity is very stimulating, fresh and charming, and it is precisely because of this "cleanness" that Cheng Jiajia can maintain with her.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jiajia not only has "cleanliness", but also desire, filth, and ghost things that I don't know what is in the dark.

God collapsed in front of her, and she didn't allow it.

The blood was surging and she was so angry that she was half dead. Han Lin didn't blame Cheng Jiajia, because she was always "clean" in front of her, so who made her unclean?

She hated that man fiercely in her heart.

He is disgusting.

Also called baby, she just wants to vomit.