Xia Lang

, lowered his head and carefully wiped the white ash on his fingers one by one, "What's so interesting about wiping the blackboard?"

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes also fell on his fingers.

It is nothing to see when someone else wipes it. The blackboard eraser full of powder is waving indiscriminately in the hand, and the smoke and dust are filled, as if a flour mill has been blown up. People want to hold their breath when they see it from a distance.

Li Zhaozhuo said as it should: "You wiped it very clean, it looks comfortable."

Looking at the slender fingers gradually revealing their true colors after wiping, Li Zhaozhuo added, "Hands are still pretty."

"Is it because of this?"

Song Linju returned to his seat, took his schoolbag, and prepared to leave.

Fearing that Song Linju would think him superficial, Li Zhaozhuo followed up and hurriedly said, "Of course it's more than that, and you were wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses with bangs, and thought you were a nerd. I didn't expect you to fight so fiercely."

Laughing halfway through recalling something interesting, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly remembered that he was standing at the alley with sleeves and watched the play with great interest. He glanced at Song Linju and immediately changed the topic.

"By the way, I gave you a pair of glasses before, but you threw them away. I had been picking them for a long time."

The voice floating on the dimly lit stairs looked particularly lonely. This might be the so-called villain who complained first.

Song Linju thought of the pair of silver-rimmed glasses that he had just taken out of the desk and put on the table at home last night, "I didn't throw it away."

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes brightened slightly, "Really?"

Li Zhaozhuo and Song Linju stepped down the last step, leaving the teaching building behind, and the moonlight veil shrouded the two of them, like a couple of newcomers covered by a huge white gauze from the head to the ear.

The ground is the mat, the stars and the moon are the lamps, and the flowers, plants, trees, insects, birds and animals on the earth are all witnesses.

"Yes." Song Linju gave him an affirmative answer.

"why?"

At night, the school's sightlines are not very good, so you have to pay extra attention to your feet, but at this time, Li Zhaozhuo couldn't tell that he was half-distracted on the road. He turned his head and stared closely at Song Linju, not wanting to miss any change in his expression.

Song Linju thought he was asking why he didn't wear it, "I'm not familiar with it before."

Yeah, since that's the case, why not throw it away?

Li Zhaozhuo asked the question more clearly, "I mean, why didn't you throw it away?"

Seeing that Song Linju was silent, he seemed to be thinking.

Li Zhaozhuo changed the question, "Or, when did you fall in love with me?"

Song Linju was not very clear, so he helped him analyze it.

Although Song Linju has a restrained personality, he is quite honest about feelings.

He didn't think too long this time, "Before you have an impression of me."

Li Zhaozhuo had never thought of this answer. In fact, when he first met Song Linju, he was very alienated from himself. He thought Song Linju hated him, maybe because he stood by and watched at the alley that day.

Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So early? We don't seem to have any intersection before, right?"

"Well, probably it was love at first sight." Song Linju said the most romantic words in the calmest tone.

Song Linju's voice was a little low when he said this, if Li Zhaozhuo hadn't been fully focused on him, his voice would have been overwhelmed by the roar of the planes gliding across the sky.

Hearing this sentence, Li Zhaozhuo was a little dizzy from the huge surprise that fell from the sky. He stopped suddenly and pulled Song Linju back, his eyes burning, "Say it again."

Fingers intertwined

Although Song Linju agreed to be together, he hasn't heard a clear liking from him yet.

He wanted to hear this sentence clearly, every word, every pause, even every almost inaudible breath.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was extremely excited, completely lost his control over his expressions. His already fierce eyes were fixed on Song Linju's face, like a beast ready to go. A playground with no one in the sky.

But Song Linju didn't feel scary at all. He saw the hidden joy and expectation under Li Zhaozhuo's bluffing appearance, like a child who was suddenly told that he had a gift.

He just couldn't wait to unwrap the present.

Song Linju followed Li Zhaozhuo's strength and looked at him. Their eyes met, and neither of them had the tendency to stagger.

Li Zhaozhuo stared deeply at the person in front of him, his eyes weaving an impenetrable net, he suppressed himself and waited patiently.

Fortunately, Song Linju didn't make him wait too long. He looked at the slightly nervous Li Zhaozhuo and repeated it word by word. This time, "probably" was removed.

"I fell in love with you at first sight." The voice was normal and clear.

It is easy to see that Song Linju was serious when he said this without looking closely.

Under Li Zhaozhuo's unblinking stare, everything seemed to slow down. He watched Song Linju's lips open and close, and the volume of the conversation returned to normal. This time Li Zhaozhuo could hear every word very clearly. .

He said it was love at first sight for him.

He said he liked himself for a long time.

I was extremely happy but suddenly felt regretful.

Regretting why I was so arrogant that I didn't notice Song Linju who was around me earlier, regretting why I deceived myself like a tortoise after clearly having feelings for Song Linju.

He is very regretful now, almost regretting his intestines.

If he was not so defiant and self-deceiving in the past, then even if he can't say "what a coincidence, I fell in love with you at first sight too.", he can also say "what a coincidence, I have liked you for a long time too."

Li Zhaozhuo wanted to say something to respond equally to Song Linju's devotion, but some words were too light and choked in his throat.

Song Linju didn't understand why after he repeated it, Li Zhaozhuo's high mood just now suddenly fell down.

Song Linju looked at his dim eyes, trying to find some clues, "What's wrong?"

Before Song Linju finished speaking, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly embraced him with his long arms.

"Mr. Song."

The voice was right next to his ears, but his voice seemed a little hoarse, with inexplicable melancholy.

Li Zhaozhuo is proud by nature, and this is the first time he has shown weakness in front of others since he was sensible.

"Huh?" His chin hurt from hitting his hard shoulder, but Song Linju didn't say anything, and after responding, he waited quietly for him to speak.

But Li Zhaozhuo didn't say anything, just called him again, "Teacher Song."

Song Linju didn't ask any further questions, but just answered again, "Yes."

Listening to Song Linju's calming and calm voice, Li Zhaozhuo buried his head into Song Linju's neck, and rubbed against Song Linju's neck full of dependence, like a wolf dog that only asks its master for a pet.

"Teacher Song..."

Song Linju answered again tirelessly.

"I love you."

The deep voice was right next to his ears, and even the chirping of the autumn wind and insects carefully avoided this precious thought. In the silence, Song Linju could clearly hear just a few words.

His black pupils shrank, and the hand that wanted to comfort him suddenly stopped in mid-air as if the pause button had been pressed.

As if afraid that he would not believe it, Li Zhaozhuo repeated it slowly before Song Linju could react, "Song Linju, I love you."

This time, it is no longer "Teacher Song" with a bit of intimacy and jokes, but by his first name.

There are many people with the surname Song, but you are the only Song Linju in my eyes.

It is easy to say like, but rarely say love.

As small as a candy or a flower, I think it is very sweet and beautiful, and I say I like it, and I like the pleasure, taste or sight they bring to me.

As big as a lively person, he is kind and handsome, serious and cheerful, I said I like him, liking him is in line with my heart.

There are countless beautiful scenery passing by during the long journey of life. In our life, from babbling to faltering, we have liked so many things, so many that most of them have been forgotten, and there are only a few things we really love. Count, but which one is not engraved on the bone and blood.

Because liking is presumptuous, love is restraint, so it is easy to like, but true love is difficult.

Facing Li Zhaozhuo's confession, Song Linju did not blurt out "I love you too" under the atmosphere.

He just put his hands on his back, like comforting a child who woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, calming down his sudden emotions again and again.

It's not that I don't love, but I'm not sure.

Just like Li Zhaozhuo didn't say "What a coincidence, I also fell in love with you at first sight." He didn't say "What a coincidence, I also like you for a long time."

It would be foolish to be carried away by the atmosphere and use lies to build a false tower for their relationship.

Suddenly, a ray of light swept across them, cutting through the darkness and at the same time breaking up the atmosphere between them, followed by the vicissitudes of the voice of the elderly.

"Who's there? Why aren't you home so late?"

The two separated subconsciously, followed the voice, and the first thing they saw was the black uniform on the man.

The clothes surprised both of them at the same time.

It's the school's security guard.

It is estimated that there is no one else in the school before the door is about to close.

The light of the flashlight was dangling on the two of them, and the stooped security man squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see who they were.

No matter how presbyopic the security guard is, he can't fail to see that they were hugging before. If he sees the two of them clearly again, he can't imagine what kind of "bloody storm" the school will be tomorrow.

Before the security guard could see clearly, Li Zhaozhuo whispered to Song Linju, "Let's go." He took Song Linju's Weiliang hand and ran away.

The schoolbags were swinging back and forth behind them, looking from a distance like the wagging tail of a fox as it slipped away.

Usually, only others run away when they see him. How can he see others run away?

I have to say that your uncle is still your uncle.

Young people have sharp legs and scripts, and Li Zhaozhuo and the others have practiced before, and they haven't waited for the security guard