delicate flowers and weeds

Until a warm feeling approached, Fei Cao stretched out her hand and pulled the young master to sit down, and took out the physics book with a calm expression: "Well, class is coming soon, read the book."

The more calm he was, the more Tang Hua complained about him.

Until Chen Ziqing fidgeted on one side, looked this way several times, and finally gritted his teeth, trembling closer:

"Tang...Tanghua..."

Tang Hua kept a cold face, and said simply and clearly: "Say!"

He thought, if someone comes over to look for it now, it will be uncomfortable, because the newly bought dictionary has not been used yet.

Just to verify that the dictionary is not a headache.

Chen Ziqing's face turned pale, and he was about to cry, intermittently: "Tang...Master...Is what you said...Is it true?"

Tang Hua: "Huh?"

Chen Ziqing blushed: "That's right, is the question you said about the Fei Cao Classmates Association true?"

After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength. If he hadn't been coldly swept away by the other party, he felt that he would faint in the next second.

Tang Hua's face changed from cloudy to clear: "Yes, yes, are you here to ask a question?"

After speaking, he touched Fei Cao with his elbow, smiling like a flower on his face.

Fei Cao narrowed her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes:

The young master who is so dignified and worthless is so happy because of such a trivial matter.

When he raised his eyes again, his expression remained the same, and he couldn't see the previous joy at all.

Chen Ziqing trotted around to Fei Cao's table, took out a notebook with both hands, and handed the pen to Fei Cao: "Fei...Classmate Fei, can you...can you tell me something?"

He let out a big breath.

Although he felt that the rumored Fei Cao was extremely terrifying, nothing could compare to the torment he felt when he was exhausted by this question and his heart was broken.

Chen Ziqing is a good student.

A truly good student.

He is the kind of person in class 1 who will never arrive late and leave early, and sleeps in class. No matter what the teacher says, he will not be distracted.

Others may find this too rigid and boring.

But there are all kinds of things in the world, and everyone is different. This is Chen Ziqing.

Fei Cao looked at the young master with an expectant smile in his eyes:

Well, if that's what the other side wants.

If so, the other party will be happier.

He picked up the pen and scribbled out a few formulas on the paper, with a simple tone: "That's it... The most important step in this question is this step... Yes, that's it... For the rest of the question, use the previous answer and apply it The formula came out..."

Tang Hua looked sideways at Fei Cao's lecture with his arms raised, and felt that such a deskmate was particularly attractive.

Even the wimpy nerd looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Rong came late after two classes.

Fei Cao was called away by the class teacher, and Tang Hua was immersed in the problem until a cup of caramel milk tea was placed on his desk.

Zhou Rong showed his big white teeth, heartless, his original shirt had been taken off and replaced with a white T, and there were still visible sweat stains on the sleeves: "Young master, I'm back."

Tang Hua was expressionless: "You can't even attend class after playing basketball. What will you do when I see the exam?"

Zhou Rong stroked his hair: "Isn't this the physics old man's class, which is not interesting? Hearing him chant a mantra to make me go out and punish me, why don't I be more self-conscious, and save the old man from getting angry, what should I do if I get sick?"

In the first physics class yesterday, Zhou Rong fell into a dark sleep.

The physics teacher smashed the chalk a few times and missed, so he got down angrily and clapped the book.

Zhou Rong was sleepy, woke up by the sound, and stretched with a sullen face: "Yo, get out of class is over. Young master, let's go."

Then you really have to go.

Then he stood outside the door with a book on his head all afternoon.

Tang Hua: "It's up to you. But the exam has become the last one, and I was assigned from Class 1. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Zhou Rong made a bitter face: "Hey, young master, my good young master, don't worry about me."

The other party was originally in No. 3 middle school, but was chosen by his brother to be in No. [-] middle school, so he had to pretend to be a good student.

Tang Hua: "Two days ago I asked you to find out who came to Class 1 to find fault, but you went out to drink and have a good time. Let my brother know about it and tell your dad to break your leg."

Zhou Rong hurriedly begged for mercy: "Young master, I'm so proud of you. I really went to check, but I don't know which grandson... cut off the monitoring that day, and I asked around but didn't find out."

"Yeah." Tang Hua looked indifferent, "Which bar?"

His thoughts jumped too fast, Zhou Rong couldn't keep up for a while: "Huh?"

Tang Hua suppressed his temper and asked again: "Didn't you say you went to a bar to drink, which one did you go to?"

That day Zhou Rong ran all over the school to check what the young master had told him but found nothing, so he was so angry that he simply ran to the basketball hall.

The basketball gymnasium of No. [-] Middle School is open to the public when classes are not in session.

Zhou Rong met a few friends from No. [-] High School there, and they didn't see each other for a while. After playing together, they couldn't help but drag Zhou Rong to drink.

Zhou Rong thought about it hard: "Ah, it's 'Gravity', a famous bar, and many college students in Nancheng also like to run into it."

Gravity BAR, indeed famous in this area, is an old bar.

It is also the one where Fei Cao works part-time.

I've been thinking about how to go and see for a long time, and here comes the opportunity.

Tang Hua closed the pen and knocked on the table: "Get ready tonight, I'll go too."

Zhou Rong's face was full of embarrassment: "Ah? This can't be done..."

Tang Hua smiled, and got closer to him, with a charming face, and lowered his voice: "Zhou Rong, think of a way, trick Uncle Zhou at night, take me to play for two days, what you study I'll help you."

His breath sprayed Zhou Rong's ears, and he was intoxicated. Zhou Rong felt that it was stronger than the wine last night, and he didn't care about anything. He felt that he could even do ten backflips now, and nodded: "Okay, master Say what you say."

Fei Cao saw this scene when she walked in.

He was leaning against the door, his long eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes, just standing there gave off an unreasonably dangerous and terrifying feeling.

An impetuous unhappiness welled up in my heart.

Fei Cao didn't even know where those emotions came from, and how to resolve them.

Seeing him coming back, Tang Hua raised his eyes and smiled: "At the same table, you are back."

Fei Cao looked sideways at the milk tea beside his table, with a dark expression: "Yes."

For some reason, Tang Hua always felt that his deskmate was unhappy.

Could it be that Teacher Xu called him out to criticize him?

Tang Hua signaled Zhou Rong to go away, became nervous, and asked cautiously: "At the same table... What is the head teacher calling you for?"

Fei Cao withdrew her gaze, and said in a calm voice, "It's nothing, just some study matters."

"Teacher Xu is so strict? Apart from the fact that you don't have full marks in Chinese, how can you ask you to talk about anything in your studies?"

The more Tang Hua thought about it, the more something was wrong. In his opinion, Fei Cao was a tough character who was "kind and bullied". They had known each other for so long, and they had never seen such a cold emotion from this side.

Could it be that Teacher Xu scolded him?

Tang Hua stood up and was about to go out, going to the office to ask for clarification.

Fei Cao quickly grabbed him, with a helpless expression on his face: "It's about the national competition, Teacher Xu asked me to go."

He really couldn't do anything about this young master, he couldn't get angry at all.

Tang Hua asked: "Then why are you unhappy?"

"You don't want to go to the game?"

Those concerns were too straightforward, the irritability in my heart subsided a little, and the sea returned to calm, Fei Cao shook her head: "No, I'm not unhappy, let's do the questions."

He obviously didn't want to say that.

Tang Hua frowned, a personal name appeared in his mind, and he looked around and felt that everyone was a suspicious object to make Fei Cao unhappy. After all, this school was too malicious for him.

After thinking for a while, Tang Hua didn't think of one, two, three, four, five.

He saw Fei Cao turn his eyes to the milk tea on his table two or three times, and simply pushed the milk tea over: "My mother said that people who are in a bad mood drink sweets and it's better, at the same table, do you want some?"

Zhou Rong, who was in the mist over there, glared at him fiercely, and said, "If you dare to take it, I will fight you endlessly."

Fei Cao didn't dodge, looked into his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, then took the milk tea and said warmly to Tang Hua, "Thank you, tablemate."

This is provocation, right?

This is definitely provocative, right? !

Zhou Rong threw the book hard, wiped his sleeves and was about to stand up.

Tang Hua glanced over lightly: "Be quiet, if you don't read the book, someone will read it!"

Zhou Rong was silent for an instant, and half of his sleeve was neither wiped nor let go. After a while, he turned his head and said to Chen Ziqing, "Did you hear me, young master, please be quiet and don't disturb other people's study."

Chen Ziqing, who was immersed in writing, was taken aback. He pushed his glasses with a dazed look on his face. He didn't know where he had offended the school bully, so he just nodded: "Ah... ah...then I should write softly?"

He looked at the other party's gloomy face, swallowed his saliva: "Then... then I won't write, I... can I read?"

Zhou Rong stroked his forehead and felt that what he did was too tasteless, so he waved his hand: "It's up to you."

Chen Ziqing bowed his head and began to write again as if he had been pardoned.

But this time, he wrote a lot slower, very restrained from letting the pen make the sound of "salsa".

After school, Zhou Rong went to find Uncle Song and told an elaborate lie: The young master has some problems, so he has to ask the teacher and go back later.

Uncle Song was full of worry: "Then I'll wait here for the young master to come out."

Zhou Rong slapped his chest loudly: "Hey, Uncle Song, you go back first, I'm here, don't worry about leaving it to me."

Uncle Song was angry: "I don't feel relieved even if you are here."

The two people here are arguing, Tang Hua and Fei Cao have already gone around to the back door.

The two were speechless all the way.

Fei Cao didn't ask him why he took a detour or what he was going to do, but just walked quietly beside him.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too awkward, so Tang Hua picked a leaf from the willow tree, wiped it on his coat, and put it between his lips, and a few clear tones came out.

Tang Hua tried the sound, and felt pretty good, smiling brightly: "Hey, at the same table, shall I play a tune for you?"

He blows as he walks, gently and comfortably. Due to the simplicity of the leaves, it is not complete, but it has its own style, and it is spread on the small roads in the campus for a long time.

The years have settled down quietly at this moment, and those irritability and anger have disappeared in an instant.

The willow leaf in Tanghua's mouth broke quickly, and he didn't care, he was going to raise his head to pick another one.

Fei Cao's slender fingers had already held a piece and handed it to him.

Tang Hua went to pick it up, but didn't pick it up.

Fei Cao swayed twice, turned in a circle, put the leaves to her lips under the bewildered eyes of the other party, and also heard two Qingyue ditties.

Tang Hua knew that the other party was a fast learner, but he didn't expect that the other party had figured out the method of pronunciation in a short time.

The tune played by Fei Cao is slower, the style is calm and low, and it can't be lingered for a long time. It is the score of a poem:

if i must remember

those beautiful past

why years

only one direction

……

The summer sun and the tall and straight boy complemented each other, and Tang Hua suddenly felt her heart beat faster, as if stepping on a cloud, dizzy, but her whole body was transparent.

At the back gate of the campus, Fei Cao spit out the willow leaves from her mouth and smiled faintly: "I should play a tune for you, at the same table, see you tomorrow."

It's me who should play a song for you:

About my youth when you suddenly broke in.

When he came to a corner where no one was around, Fei Cao threw the milk tea in his hand into the trash can. Hearing the sound, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he continued to walk in strides, but this time, his steps were much lighter.