Long Island High School

He Wenzhou's jealousy was not groundless, it was unreasonable.Originally Song Jing was exclusive to him alone, but later he had the second general Hum Ha, and General Ha had been subdued by him and became one of his younger brothers, but General Hum was indomitable and always clung to Song Jing's side.

After the last monthly exam, the relationship between the two became closer.Song Jing is a good student. When he found out that his grades had dropped, he immediately made a strict "score improvement plan" for himself.There are counts for how long you study every day and how many papers you do. If you don't meet the requirements, you won't spare time to fall in love with him.The two of them had little time for dating, and Song Wenyuan occupied most of his time during the review period. Every time he saw them sitting side by side doing the questions, he felt very uncomfortable.

Song Jing is still that good student, and he is still that "something" scum.

The reason for the initial quarrel has gradually faded away with time, and then a kind of inexplicable sadness surfaced.He has always been carefree, but even under the iron ride of the college entrance examination, he began to think about what kind of person he wants to become?

Gao Yang asked him to play a few times, but he was not in the mood.Gao Yang hooked his shoulder: "Go to the equipment room?"

He Wenzhou frowned: "No."

"Hey, I've found some good movies, come to my house on weekends?"

He Wenzhou pushed him away contemptuously: "I'm a good student."

Gao Yang said quietly, "It's that kind of film."

"Which?"

Gao Yang made a gesture with both hands, and He Wenzhou suddenly became serious: "I'm really not that kind of person."

"Don't lie to me."

He Wenzhou said innocently: "Why should I lie to you? I'm not."

"Then last time you were in the equipment room—"

He Wenzhou said, "Do I have any?"

He scratched his head, looking completely amnesiac, Gao Yang was mixed with shame and anger, he couldn't talk about their conspiracy in the equipment room, let alone admit that he was "that kind of person".So his face twisted ferociously for a while, and he said in a strange way: "That's right, everyone has Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, and you also have Da Song and Xiao Song. Why do you still look at such things?"

He Wenzhou turned his head and looked at him incredulously, as if he had some serious illness.

But he is not sick at all, it is He Wenzhou who is sick!

And He Wenzhou has the ability to make him suspect that he is sick.

If he wasn't sick, why would he keep staring at He Wenzhou; if he wasn't sick, why would he care about his whereabouts, his mood, and even want to conspire with him to taste the ecstasy...

He was hairy all over, and he was indeed sick.

The more He Wenzhou ignored him, the more awkward he felt.There is always a kind of endless energy that cannot be vented, and the temper is getting worse and worse.

Song Wenyuan came to class very late these days, and his parents sent him here.Like a primary school student, his parents brought him a water bottle and an umbrella, handed him a thick coat to the teacher, and watched him go in through the crack of the door.Until he sat down, his parents were still talking to the teacher outside.It is difficult for the teacher to refuse the entrustment of a loving father and mother.The people in the class saw him staring curiously, and then he heard someone laughing behind him.

He sat nervously in his seat, bowing his head deeply.His parents, terrified by the bloodshed last time, insisted on picking him up every day, arriving late and leaving early.Song Wenyuan didn't have a long class, and he couldn't keep up with everyone's progress. He felt like he was listening to a bible every day.

Gradually, he stopped attending classes, and spent every day fiddling with an exercise book on the table.Song Jing had taught him a few pages of this exercise book, and he carefully folded them up and answered every question again.

Gradually, he stopped asking Song Jing to give lectures.Song Jing is very busy, so let's not delay him in the activity class.What's more, he will leave if he can't finish the activity class.

He comes and goes blindly every day, without purpose.

Of course, he still likes the sky of the school, the grass of the school, Cheng Jiajia and the girls laughing and laughing in the class, and the eternal summer of He Wenzhou and Gao Yang on the playground.

He is not greedy, just take a look.

Occasionally Song Jing thought of it and wanted to explain a few more sets of questions to him, but he shook his head and said that he would just go home and read it.He's a bit tired, he can't get enough of the sky, the grass, and the people at school.

Song Jing looked at his smiling face, so he had no choice but to ask him if there was anything he didn't understand, and he had time.

Song Wenyuan nodded, and took out another fudge from the pencil case, which was a piece of Winnie the Pooh fudge, and put it in his hand.

It was held by him for a long time, ready at any time.

Everyone felt that life was going on like this, and no one noticed anything unusual, until Cheng Jiajia ran back from the playground panting, pulled Song Jing and said, "Song Wenyuan..."

"What happened to Song Wenyuan?"

"He's running in the playground."

"what?!"

Cheng Jiajia nodded, stumbling with fright, her wits flying out of her wits.

"He made a bet with Gao Yang that he could run 400 meters. I won't let him run, but he insisted on running. Now he is running on the playground."

Song Wenyuan can't take a quick step, but he ran 400 meters on the playground? !

Song Jing shot sharp eyes at Cheng Jiajia behind the lens. Cheng Jiajia has always been the center of the class, why doesn't she care?Without the acquiescence of her and the group of cadres, how could Song Wenyuan run on the playground?

What the hell are they doing!

Cheng Jiajia was so stared at him that he felt guilty: "Don't look at me, I stopped them, they didn't listen to me."

The two rushed to the playground together, Qiuhuo's last residual heat was sprinkled on the film track, the afternoon sun was still strong, and the playground was silent.

In physical education class, people in the class gathered around the track in twos and threes, watching Song Wenyuan running forward with heavy steps.

Every time he took a step, beads of sweat would flow down Song Wenyuan's forehead, soaking his eyes.His whole body was soaked, his steps were mechanical and slow, and every step was as heavy as a thousand catties.He was panting loudly, breathing fire from his mouth, and the top of his head was also emitting heat, as if he had had a fever countless times in the past.He endured the severe pain and the feeling of being burned, and only stared at the target at the end of the runway.His fat body trembled, and his bulky figure moved, step by step, firmly and persistently.

To run, to die is to run.

Just once, he wanted to try the feeling of running in the sun, just this time.

He Wenzhou frowned and looked at him. Gao Yang already regretted it a bit, and shouted at his back: "Don't run away! Sick boy, you don't want to die!"

No, he wants to run, he is willing to run.

It's none of his business anymore.

Lin Zikai stepped back behind the tree and looked at him.

Many girls were persuading him not to run away, and Cheng Jiajia also said uncomfortably: "Song Wenyuan, don't run away! Everyone is just playing with you, please don't run away!"

They were just joking just now, they wanted to see how he ran, how did they know, he ran as soon as he said, without saying hello.

Song Wenyuan gasped and was speechless.He didn't blame her, he wanted to thank her instead.All she had to do was stand there and let him watch.

Song Jing ran over and grabbed his arm, and snapped, "Are you crazy?"

Song Wenyuan was taken by him, panting almost hoarsely, and fell to the ground.Song Jing quickly let go of him, but he only smiled at him, shook his head, broke away from his hand and continued to run.

He wants to run.

He wants to feel the wind, feel the feeling of flying, feel the feeling of being able to touch the sky when flying.

It was soft and ethereal like never before.

The wind smells like rubber track, grass, sky and wind.

He felt it all!

He ran step by step just to experience the happiness that he had never had before.

Everyone was shocked, no one spoke, no one dared to stop.Everyone waited with bated breath, watching the big bear move towards the other shore of happiness with his heavy and clumsy steps.

With a bang, Song Wenyuan tripped and fell on the runway.Everyone exclaimed and surrounded the past.

The sky cast a reflection in Big Bear's eyes, and the blood flowed out warm and greasy from his nasal cavity, no matter how it flowed, it couldn't stop.

He got it, the feeling of the wind.