Long Island High School

Song Jing was He Wenzhou's first love.He Wenzhou had many first loves, but he insisted that Song Jing was his real first love.If someone asked him, he would put a question mark in doubt, can't people have many first loves?Each one is his first love.

But Song Jing was indeed his true first love.

How true, you don't need to ask, just look at how hungry he is.

Song Jing trained him to be a camel, thinking that feeding him a little grass would last him ten and a half months of hunger.But he was in panic all day long, with weakness in his limbs, as if he had a sugar deficiency.There are only those 5 minutes of being together every day, even if you cherish it, it is fleeting.Every time he left without saying a few words, separated before making out, and kept suppressing the feeling of not being able to eat candy, He Wenzhou stared at him like a hungry wolf, and broke out one day.

He didn't mind the trouble, he got up an hour early and went out, and rode a bicycle across half the city to the alley to wait for Song Jing.After buying breakfast on the way, the two of them took the bus to school together.The bus is crowded in the morning, and grandparents will go to the morning market early to grab fresh vegetables.Song Jing An Zhi Ruo Su stuck to the back door, and He Wenzhou grabbed the hanging ring with one hand and squeezed the crab roe buns with the other to ask him to eat. Song Jing took two bites, and he took two bites.Song Jing gave him soy milk again.When turning a corner or braking suddenly, the boy would always wrap his arms around his waist unobtrusively, controlling his body to stay still.Song Jing stared, and then he smiled and moved away.When the school was approaching, someone gave up his seat, and he asked Song Jing to sit there, but Song Jing refused, preferring to stand.He went to sit, relying on the crowd, pulling Song Jing to sit on his lap.Song Jing was unwilling to live or die, and slapped him on the back, his face flushed with anger.

After getting off the bus, both of them were sweating, tired and sticky. He didn't mind the tossing, but found it very interesting.If it was before, who would have thought of him taking the bus, his grandfather would probably feel distressed to death.

When they arrived at school, he and Song Jing had to pretend not to know each other again. Song Jing entered the classroom, and he wandered outside for a while before entering.From then on, he couldn't find him, couldn't talk to him, but Song Jing lived in his eyes.

Song Jing doesn't seem to be sweating, only a small piece of shiny wetness on the neck, which will dry soon.He was still sitting there listening to the lectures, with no trace of fooling around with him, and he was still a good student.

Song Jing was also very normal when distributing the papers during class. He called his name and handed him the papers without lingering.

During the inter-class exercise, Song Jing was in the first row, and He Wenzhou led the exercise. When he turned his head to look at him, Song Jing was also expressionless and did not meet his gaze.

There was a resentment in his heart, I looked at you several times, but you didn't give me a single look, do you have me in your heart?

He couldn't eat candy, so his complexion was bad and he was sick.You are not allowed to bring your mobile phone in class, and Song Jing definitely does not. Even if you send him a message, he will not receive it.

He Wenzhou struggled for one class in the back, and in the fourth quarter, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He hurriedly wrote a note, tore off a corner from the homework book, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on Song Jing's desk.

Mathematics self-study, everyone is doing papers, the math teacher who made him humiliated stepped on high heels to check back and forth.

The paper balls were thrown on the desk in a bright light, but Song Jing ignored them and went on with the questions as usual.He Wenzhou scratched his ears and waited behind, watching him for a while, and watching the teacher avoid the search for a while.

By the end of the class, all the papers were handed in.Song Jing lowered his head and unfolded the ball of paper, which read - look back at me! !An angry ugly face expression, it seems that it is about to explode.

Song Jing tightly held the ball of paper in his hand, as if nothing had happened, when the get out of class was over, those cold phoenix eyes swept across the back seat as if nothing existed.

He Wenzhou was lying on the table, already starved of sugar to the point of drying up.

He cleaned up his face, ignored Song Jing, and went home to eat after going out to the bathroom.

Being angry, with a bad face, he came back and threw all the books into the schoolbag.Turning to the last book, there was actually a small piece of paper folded squarely under it, all the wrinkles smoothed out, it was the one he had just passed on!

Under his scribbled handwriting is Song Jing's elegant and handsome italic characters - "Hug".

He turned around a thousand times, tossed up and down, and made a fuss almost desperate.And these two words, without beginning or end, didn't answer his question, just such a straightforward, simple comfort, but punched his heart with a punch, sweet like bee jelly, and gave him a shot in the arm.

He Wenzhou looked at the note, ha, ha, he looked up to find Song Jing, but how could there be any trace of him?Song Jing went home early.

So He Wenzhou found a way to eat candy, and secretly passed a note from time to time.Not daring to throw it away, he quietly stuffed it on Song Jing's desk while no one was around.None of the ten items can be answered, and most of them have disappeared.But he still passed on, telling him about the birds outside the window, the weather in the early morning, the new brooch worn by the class teacher, the game played last night, writing about his thoughts about him, and pouring out those wild ideas that he has never told anyone.

When he thinks about him hard, he writes, "During the day, can you also look at me, give me a look, and let me know that you are thinking about me too."

Song Jing looked at the note in his hand, and his palms were wet.But his rational thinking really can't figure it out, but there is something to think about one day.So he put the note in his schoolbag and ignored it.

Then the second note appeared again, still writing "I miss you so much."

The third note: "There are three options below to express how much you miss me. If you miss me, please press 1. If you miss me, please press 2. If you miss me so much, please press 3. If there are no other options, please choose .”

The corner of Song Jing's mouth smiled, amused.

I checked the first option with a pen, and put it on He Wenzhou's desk when no one was around.

When He Wenzhou came back from playing, he saw a note on the table. He harassed him more than a dozen times today, and finally heard back!

Open it up and see that the blue gel pen has a chic and elegant tick on 1, which is still a big tick.

He Wenzhou looked towards Song Jing, his brows and eyes were curved, and he had an extremely sweet smile.

It's a pity that Song Jing didn't see it.

He smiled when he didn't see it, and kept that smile until the evening, when the two went home together and sat on the bus together.

He Wenzhou held Song Jing's hand, and the two hid in the last row.Song Jing's hands were slender and fair, a little cold, with icy muscles and jade bones, and they were placed in his hands honestly.He pinched Song Jing's phalanx, stroked it back and forth, and clasped his fingers together.

"11111..."

He Wenzhou rang the bell to him.

Song Jing also smiled, his slightly closed eyelashes were long and thick.

"But why not 3, choose 3 next time!"

Song Jing said: "Boring."

He Wenzhou ignored him, a "hug" and a "1" made him happy all day.It's not so easy to pass away yet, he really has become better, these two big candies are enough for him to last until after school.

At the entrance of the alley, he will be even more obedient.

He didn't pester Song Jing not to leave, nor asked for a kiss.He couldn't be more obedient, and only asked Song Jing, "How am I?"

Song Jing glanced at him: "OK."

"I've always been so good, okay?"

Song Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "Then you have to do it."

"I can do it, I won't send you so many, I will only send you one, no, two or three, can you reply me one?"

Song Jing thought about it, and felt that there was no problem: "Okay."

He Wenzhou hugged him, hugged him tightly, and let him go quickly.

"Then you go."

Song Jing nodded: "See you tomorrow."

He Wenzhou also said, "See you tomorrow."

Enduring his hunger and thirst, he thought it would be interesting to get a candy from the Tang monk who traveled through mountains and rivers to learn Buddhist scriptures.

Song Jing really knows how to manage people, and he can really make decisions. He doesn't give him that much, but only one a day, which makes He Wenzhou so sweet that he can't sleep at night, and he tosses and turns thinking about him.

Even if Song Jing promised to return him one piece every day, the actual daily sugar intake began to decrease.Because the final exam is coming.

During the few days of the final exam, Song Jing was extremely strict, and he was not allowed to send him to and from school.He wants to fully devote himself to the review.

So the two could only meet at school during the day.

The hot and dry weather makes everyone fall into a kind of anxiety.The exam for the third grade is the most important thing.In the evening self-study, several girls could not resist the pressure and slipped to the playground for a run.

He Wenzhou was still heartless and unaware of worries.On the third day after the exam, Liu Pei held a class meeting.The summer vacation will not be released for a month, and it will all be changed to preview homework for the third year of high school, and everyone will cry.Liu Pei knocked on the table with a blackboard eraser. Art students don't have to attend classes, and each prepares for art exams with their own teachers. Simply put, art students also need intensive training.

The art students also began to cry, and there were quite a few in class three who wanted to take the art test.In the midst of mourning, He Wenzhou was amused. He was worried about how to ask Song Jing out to meet during the summer vacation, but now it's all right, we can continue to meet at school.

Liu Pei waited for everyone to howl enough, and called Cheng Jiajia, you plan, this training is over, our class will hold an outing.It's in the suburbs, so we can't go far.

The whole class cheers!

What about traveling around, climbing mountains, and fireworks shows, the chatter started talking.