Xia Lang

, with white hem passing over the corners of the eyes.

Song Linju, who was running laps on the scorched playground, stopped panting until he heard the bell for the end of get out of class, and the thoughts that should not have been in his mind were almost shaken off.

Sweat drenched the blouse, and the feeling of stickiness all over made people very uncomfortable.

He remembered that there was a spare set of clothes in the storage room, and there were several showers in the storage room.

Just as Song Linju was getting his clothes ready to enter the shower room, the door of another shower room opened, and a person walked towards him.

A simple white T and a pair of black cropped trousers are well-styled by his model-like figure. The water mist in the air like a veil softens his deep eyebrows and eyes. The whole person looks refreshing and harmless, which is different from The dangerous oppression shown on the field is a kind of lazy and casual sexiness.

"Teacher Song." He greeted him with a smile.

Song Linju's heartbeat was out of beat for an instant.

It was only after meeting each other that almost half an hour of walking was wasted, and he felt a little powerless.

The last time he felt powerless was when he was in elementary school, and his mother had been staying in the hospital for treatment due to physical reasons. Not only was he helpless, but his sick mother worried about him.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Song Linju walked past Li Zhaozhuo with a cold face, as if he hadn't seen him talking.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was completely ignored, was slightly stunned.

Was he back to before liberation?

To be precise, it was even worse. Song Linju used to avoid him at most because of face, but now he is fine and simply ignores him.

What is this?

Just when Song Linju was about to pass him by, Li Zhaozhuo grabbed his wrist.

As if being scalded suddenly, Song Linju shook off his hot and wet palm, and said fiercely, "Don't touch me!"

With a "slap", Li Zhaozhuo's hands were numb from the slap.

Xu Shi didn't expect his reaction to be so big, his hand that was thrown away awkwardly paused in the air for a moment, and the smile on his face couldn't be maintained anymore.

But this time he didn't back up with his hands raised like he did in the corridor.

Clenching his right hand tightly, suppressing the tingling sensation in his palm, he didn't move, looking at Song Linju with complicated expression in his deep eyes, "What's wrong?"

His unsmiling brows and downcast appearance looked a little aggressive.

Song Linju felt a little annoyed after pushing him away.

What are you doing?Why are you angry with him?

He knew nothing and did nothing.

It's all about emotions in his own mind that shouldn't exist.

Song Linju exhaled deeply, "It's nothing."

He took a step back to distance himself from Li Zhaozhuo, and the emotions on his face were well put away.

"Sorry, I overreacted just now."

Li Zhaozhuo noticed something surging under Song Linju's calm black eyes, but when he looked closely, there was nothing, it was as quiet as a deep pool of water.

He asked again, "Did something happen?"

"No, I went in to take a shower." Song Linju stopped looking at him and turned to enter the shower room.

As soon as Song Linju closed the door, he heard a loud noise from outside, as if someone kicked the iron locker heavily.

Grass.

Li Zhaozhuo twitched his haircut irritably, and said something rough in a low voice.

What kind of shit is this?Did he provoke him?Suddenly give him a face.

He has never been a patient person, and he finally got patient once, but the man didn't appreciate it.

If he, Li Zhaozhuo, continued to put his hot face on Song Linju's cold ass, then he would be really fucking cheap.

Thinking of Song Linju taking a step back just now to keep a distance from him, Li Zhaozhuo was overwhelmed with anger, and kicked the locker again. With a bang sound, he kicked out a small hole in that place.

To celebrate the 100th anniversary of the founding of Chongming No. [-] Middle School, the whole school organized to watch movies in seven or eight classes this Friday. Even though they watched educational war movies, the students were very happy.

In order to create a theater atmosphere, the front and rear doors were closed, and the surrounding curtains were drawn. The classroom was pitch-black, with only the large display screen on, and the students were gathered in the middle of the classroom.

After all, it is not a comedy, and there is very little laughter in the classroom.

Suddenly a bright light illuminated the classroom, followed by a shocking thunder that covered the heart-piercing roar and gunfire in the movie, and the wind blew the curtains up like a banner.

The students looked in the direction where the lightning flashed in amazement, and some wailed.

"No way, the sun was shining brightly just now, how long will it be raining?"

Some boys opened the curtains, but the brightness in the classroom did not improve much. It was gloomy outside, and the large black clouds were like cotton soaked with water, so heavy that they were about to be crushed.

A boy cried and slapped his rough guy at the same table, "It's over, it looks like it's still raining, have you brought an umbrella?"

The tablemate shook his head, and said in a reasonable tone, "No, who would think of bringing an umbrella on such a sunny day?"

"Me." A girl with braids proudly shook the sun umbrella in her hand at them.

There were many worried voices in the classroom, but it was the boys who yelled the most, because girls usually carry sun umbrellas with them.

With the continuous lightning and thunder, and heavy rain pouring down, Li Zhaozhuo, who was originally looking out the window, involuntarily fell on Song Linju who was obliquely.

Song Linju didn't wear glasses, he was holding one earphone with his fingertips, and the other was in his ear. It was obvious that he wasn't watching a movie just now.

He tilted his head slightly and stared out of the window in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Light and shadow came from the side, and Li Zhaozhuo could clearly see his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, his straight nose, which was in a relaxed state at this time, his lips with obvious pearls, clear jawline, long neck and smooth lines, like someone As smooth as a cartoonist's strokes.

There was another flash of lightning, and the light came into his eyes, like fireworks exploding suddenly in the dark night, and it was gorgeous.

The whole scene reveals the story sense of the movie screen.

The black thin-wire earphones hanging around his fair neck, together with the slightly upturned lips due to the beading of the lips, created an inexplicable meaning in this dark and rainy day.

With an indifferent expression, but a neck so slender that one hand can grasp it, if he was standing by his desk at this moment, he might think that Song Linju was asking for something from him...

It wasn't until Song Linju lowered his head and put the earphones back into his ears that Li Zhaozhuo realized what he was thinking and his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly retracted his eyes like a ghost, staring at the display screen under fire, staring at it, as if he was about to stare out a big hole.

Grass, can't it?

Staring at a man, he can think of messy things, is he already so angry?

The rain didn't stop until the next night, and Song Linju was trapped in the teaching building by the heavy rain.

He threw away the umbrella that had been in school for a long time on the night when he was surrounded by hooligans. It didn't rain often during this time, so he forgot to buy a new one.

When Li Zhaozhuo turned back, he saw that the lights in his class were still on. He thought it was the last person who left and forgot to turn off the lights. When he entered the classroom, he found a person standing by the window, who seemed to be watching the rain.

It's so late, Song Linju still hasn't gone back?

Hearing footsteps, Song Linju glanced at him, sat back in his seat, lowered his head, and didn't intend to talk to him.

The indifferent attitude turned Li Zhaozhuo's curiosity into irritability.

Forget it, he can't go back and do what he does.

Li Zhaozhuo strode past him without looking sideways, took out the key from the drawer, and was about to leave.

It was raining heavily outside, which made people upset.

Song Linju held the pen, and the nib of the pen touched the paper to blot out ink dots, but he didn't read a single word.

"Song Linju, did you bring an umbrella?" Long legs were about to step out of the classroom door, thinking of the thin and lonely back he saw when he came in, Li Zhaozhuo stopped and asked.

His fingers shrank slightly, and the tip of the pen scratched the surface of the scroll. Song Linju looked up at the person at the door, but he didn't look back. It seemed that as long as he said "bring it", he would lift his legs and leave immediately.

That's right, I was so indifferent to him.

After a few breaths of silence, Song Linju looked at his back and answered.

Take it, let's go.

"Did not bring."

When Li Zhaozhuo turned around, Song Linju realized that he had given a completely different answer, and his expression was blank for a moment.

Reason prevents me from approaching you, but desire urges me to run towards you.

He inadvertently abandoned reason and followed his own desires.

Li Zhaozhuo turned around and shook the black umbrella in his hand, "Let's go, I'll see you off."

Back to his senses, Song Linju wanted to say something to make up for the slip of the tongue just now, "We have different paths."

Li Zhaozhuo snorted and twirled the key ring around his fingertips, "Who said there are different roads? I moved out and lived near your house."

He had long wanted to move out.

Helpless, Song Linju packed his schoolbag and walked out of the teaching building with Li Zhaozhuo.

The hands with slightly protruding veins opened the umbrella, and the two stepped into the heavy rain.

Preference

The surface of the umbrella was crackling, as if hundreds of little people were tap-dancing on the umbrella. The wind rustled the trees on the side of the road, but the umbrella held by the elder did not move at all.

The wind was heavy and the rain was slanting, so Li Zhaozhuo lowered the umbrella a bit, and under the not-so-big umbrella, there was a peaceful world in the storm.

Two teenagers over 1.8 meters crowded under an umbrella, physical contact is inevitable.

A strange heat came from the side of his body, rubbing his arms while walking caused itching, Song Linju moved out a little without a trace, and there were cold raindrops on his shoulders.

Li Zhaozhuo noticed his small movements and didn't lean over, but the umbrella in his hand, which was motionless in the storm, was a little bit towards Song Linju.

In the noisy sound of wind and rain, the two had their own thoughts, and they had nothing to say along the way.

After sending Song Linju downstairs to his house, Li Zhaozhuo said, "I have something to do tomorrow, so you don't have to come."

Is this because you don't want to see him?

Song Linju didn't look at the person he was talking to, but looked straight ahead without focus, around the street lights in the community