Long Island High School

The setting sun fell behind the branches of the school, and the playground was sprinkled with gold.He Wenzhou sent You Xing away, and came back to wander alone.The hallway was empty of people, and the golden sunlight cast a bright light through the windows, splitting the dark classroom into two halves.There was only one person left in Class [-], Grade [-], and that person was silently doing his duty, turning all the stools upside down on the table.After finishing everything, Song Jing looked up at the blackboard.There, the math teacher asked a competition question, and no one could solve it all day.Song Jing looked at it from a distance, and began to calculate under the topic.

What He Wenzhou came back to see was the scene of Song Jing writing the analysis steps on the blackboard.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he leaned against the door to see how far he could count.

The classroom is very quiet, only the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard.Song Jing didn't seem to be aware of his existence, and sometimes paused, and sometimes wrote in thought.One of them was at the back blackboard, the other was at the front door, and the sunlight shone faintly on Song Jing.The person who was completely immersed in the world of mathematics stood in a brilliant light and reached the answer at the last step. The usually cold person suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

He Wenzhou felt his heart was knocked, and he stepped forward.

Song Jing was startled, frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

He Wenzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Is this person a face-changing expert, so I hate him so much?

He stretched out his hand: "A few days ago, I'm sorry."

Song Jing saw him smiling, but couldn't figure out what he meant.He picked up his schoolbag and ignored He Wenzhou.

"Don't be so stingy."

He Wenzhou followed closely.

Song Jing left the classroom, followed by He Wenzhou.

"You can also call back, come and push me."

"I'm not as boring as you."

"Then even if we don't know each other, what if we reconcile?"

He Wenzhou chattered in his ears, and Song Jing suddenly stopped: "Stop following me."

He Wenzhou tried to put his arms around his shoulders, but Song Jing backed away with a vigilant expression.

He Wenzhou couldn't help laughing, it was so fun to tease him.

"How do you go back? I'm with you."

"Need not."

"Don't be so cold, just make friends."

Song Jing frowned: "It's not necessary."

He Wenzhou didn't care, he followed Song Jing wherever he went.Song Jing walked down the stairs, and he slid down the stairs; Song Jing went to take a bus, but He Wenzhou stopped him on his bicycle and circled him twice.

"What are you going to do?"

He Wenzhou said: "Promise me, let me treat you to a meal and make amends."

Song Jing said coldly, "I told you, it's not necessary."

"Then go out and play?"

Song Jing ignored him and walked out of the school gate to the opposite station.

He Wenzhou was still calling from behind: "Then do you like drinking milk tea? Playing games? Or what do you like, tell me—"

Song Jing got into the car indifferently, and He Wenzhou stopped and smiled nonchalantly.

"Speaking of which, who asked me to bring milk tea?"

If you can't think about it, you don't think about it. He is bold and lively, and there are people around him all the time.I don't know where I played crazy for most of the night, and slept like a pig on the table the next day.

You Xing teased him: "Where are you indulging in excess, so imaginary?"

He Wenzhou was too lazy to open his eyes: "Help me block it."

In the next math class, he didn't want to be called to the stage by that old hag again.

You Xingshen said mysteriously: "I found out what you asked me to investigate."

He Wenzhou regained his spirits immediately: "How is it?"

"Very clean."

He Wenzhou was as expected: "Of course, I don't want to see who falls in love with me."

"I didn't talk about it in junior high school, and I didn't even have a gossip."

He Wenzhou commented: "It's really good."

"That is, he is a good student."

"Who does he hang out with most?"

"No, everyone is not familiar with him. He has always been alone."

"It's so pitiful to have no friends."

"What do you want?"

"Such a cutie certainly needs my brother's care."

"Don't be disgusting."

"Where is his home?"

"How could I know?" You Xing suddenly realized: "You can't be...don't mess around!"

He Wenzhou stretched his waist and looked in Song Jing's direction: "Call me after school."

After school, Song Jing was blocked by He Wenzhou again.

He Wenzhou left behind his group of cronies and friends, and single-handedly stopped in front of Song Jing.

"Come up, please go to dinner."

Like all the girls, he made a back seat for Song Jing as a supreme VIP.

Song Jing glanced at him, but ignored him.

"Song Jing!"

He Wenzhou rode up to catch up, and Song Jing raised his eyelids: "You have this skill, it will be much better if you use it for other things."

He Wenzhou didn't expect to scold him head and face, which was kind of funny.

"I sincerely treat you to dinner, why are you so obstinate?"

"I don't want to have dinner with you."

"Make friends."

"I don't want to be friends with you."

He Wenzhou really kicked the iron plate.

"Any thing else?"

Song Jing's rigid face didn't even smile at him, and seeing that he had no objection, he turned and left.

He Wenzhou felt like his back was burning up: "Interesting."

It was just a joke, but He Wenzhou became serious.

He Wenzhou came in the morning and put a box of milk on Song Jing's desk; Song Jing was copying on the blackboard at the back, and he looked at him with his chin propped up, and Song Jing was puzzled by him; Song Jing was on duty, and He Wenzhou was waiting by the side; When Jing went home, He Wenzhou abandoned his bicycle and took the same bus with him.

Once, Song Jing presided over the class meeting, the classroom was in chaos, and no one listened to him.He Wenzhou just stood by his side and helped him maintain the situation.

Soon, everyone in the school knew that Song Jing had become He Wenzhou's "new favorite". He Wenzhou, an influential figure, followed Song Jing's ass every day, as if he wanted to chase him.

Song Jing couldn't bear the disturbance.

However, He Wenzhou didn't do anything, he just quickly included Song Jing in his own party, and even his group of cronies gradually respected Song Jing.

In the evening, Song Jing sat on the bus. He sat in a fixed seat every time, and stood when there was no space.He Wenzhou rushed into the car at the last second, the boy gave him a playful smile and went to the back row.

Recently, He Wenzhou got familiar with his itinerary. Song Jing went home after school and never stayed on the road.His home is very far away, and there is still a long way to go after getting off the car.In the past, He Wenzhou thought it was far away, so he took a ride back after dropping him off.

Song Jing also treated him as playing, and ignored each other, nothing happened.

But tonight, when Song Jing was about to get out of the car and walk home, He Wenzhou also jumped off.He plugged in a pair of headphones and spun a CD in his backpack.There was a distance between the two, and He Wenzhou walked behind him listening to the song.After getting off the bus, there is a night market. There are countless small stalls and shops on the street. They sell everything here. Bags cost [-] yuan, socks cost [-] yuan, and loudspeakers play the cries in a loop, one after another.

The two walked through the busy city, the dim light shone on the greasy road, and it was sticky to step on.There are also shopping malls and residential buildings interspersed in the night market. There is a store celebrating the celebration, with two wriggling inflatable dolls floating outside, and the host is selling food everywhere.

He Wenzhou rarely comes to this kind of place, and everything he sees is new.But Song Jing had no expression at all.The two walked on the street one after the other. The boy in front was wearing a school uniform and glasses, with a serious face; the boy behind him was more stripped, with a white coat hanging on his body, and two strings of chicken wings in his hand. What did you see? Try it all.

The two did not communicate, and He Wenzhou followed him through the streets and alleys, wandering through the maze-like night market.Song Jing came to a dilapidated telephone booth and went in to make a call.He Wenzhou waited outside. After a while, Song Jing came out.

From going in to coming out, it took only a minute, but He Wenzhou felt that he was different.

Under the dim night light, he looked very lonely.Passing through the night market, Song Jing bought two more books, walked back to the original station, Song Jing stopped.

He Wenzhou smiled at him.

Song Jing looked up at him, walked up the path, and headed home.This area is a residential area in the busy city, and the winding alleys are quiet in the middle of the bustle, getting deeper and deeper.The shadows of the trees on both sides, the night lights blinked, and the two walked silently with a distance between them.Song Jing's lonely and cold back was blown up by the wind, leaving a long and narrow shadow.When he was about to walk to the door of the house, He Wenzhou suddenly stepped forward, stuffed a box of milk into his hand, and said, "See you in the morning."

With a touch of warm palm, the boy put down these words and left.