delicate flowers and weeds

There is a wall of honor in No. [-] Middle School, on which are densely posted people who have won the school's glory, like leeks, one crop after another, changing every month.

There are too many excellent people in this school.

Tang Hua and Fei Cao were sent back by Uncle Song on Sunday afternoon.

The two days were too short and too long, so short that the two of them hadn't gotten along well yet, and so long that a thousand paper cranes could live in the young master's heart.

Tang Hua passed by the Wall of Fame, and he stopped there for a while, and he didn't even need to look specifically, he could find Fei Cao at a glance.

Yiqi Juechen, he occupies the first three in the fourth row, making the young master with obsessive-compulsive disorder really want to row like playing Lianlianle.

I don't know if this will continue, will Fei Cao synthesize one like in the game, with the system sound of "amazing" at the same time.

Tang Hua himself was amused by the thoughts in his head, and gave a "puchi".

The sun is not very strong today, Zhou Rong followed behind him without an umbrella, babbling:

"Young master, you don't take me with you to Beicheng on weekends. I'm bored to death by myself."

"Is the North City fun? I heard from my mother that the rice over there is exactly the same as that in the South City..."

Fei Cao: "The opposite is the opposite?"

"That's right, that's the idiom..."

Just as Zhou Rong was about to agree, he suddenly felt that the voice was wrong. He raised his eyes and saw that Fei Cao appeared from nowhere, standing beside Tang Hua at this moment.

"My surname is Fei, why do you make no sound when you walk?"

Fei Cao asked: "My little deskmate, good morning, what are you looking at?"

Tang Hua smiled: "I'm looking at you, my deskmate."

Fei Cao: "Then you don't need to watch it now, I'm standing here in real life, and I'll let you see as much as you want."

He really stood there grandly, like a weed soaked in the sun, growing towards life, his brows and eyes were originally flamboyant, but now he was peaceful, his body was tall and straight, and his clothes were neat, very much like this summer.If you get closer, you can smell the faint scent, faint and calm, like the breath of the sea.

Tang Hua also looked up and down twice, and covered her mouth: "I've seen it, it's not a lie, at the same table, if you go face-to-face, you will definitely not die of light, you look much better in real life than in the photos."

The tone was joking.

Fei Cao: "Aren't two glances enough? Let's go, go to the classroom, look as much as you want."

Zhou Rong, who was completely ignored, jumped: "Who wants to go with you? Young master..."

The young master didn't give him a look, and the two walked forward talking and laughing.

"When did you take this photo?"

"Let's think about it, last month, I don't remember, there are too many games, I have to shoot every time."

"You are really a murderer in the photo, I don't know if that photographer has learned it..."

"What photographer? It was called by the dean to take pictures. At that time, I thought it was something, but a row of people called over, and I realized that I was going to take pictures."

……

Before leaving, Fei Cao naturally took the umbrella from Zhou Rong's hand and held it with one hand. The two of them were very close. From this angle, Zhou Rong could still see the profile of the young master's head up:

It is a kind of joy that has never been seen before, and the eyes are full of stars.

At this moment, Zhou Rong suddenly felt an arrow pierced his heart, that feeling is called heart block.

He suddenly felt powerless and decadent, and felt that the figures of the two in front of him were extremely harmonious, and no one else could blend in even if they tried their best.

day!

In the two days in Beicheng, what happened to his little flower god young master and that little boy? !

When has the cold and proud young master of the Tang family been so soft except in front of his family?

In today's class, the teacher is talking about the previous papers.

Tang Hua supported his hands, and he finally admitted that no matter how good-looking the senior high school teachers are, what they use the most is just the method of repeating the questions and irrigation, which is completely different from the professors invited at home.

The young master felt that he already knew it.

It is difficult for him to understand why a pattern question has to be talked over and over again, and such a good time should be wasted on repetition.

Fei Cao closed the book, he took out a blank sheet of paper, scribbled something on it, and then pushed it over.

[Let's go to the archives after class? 】

There is also a heart drawn next to it.

Tang Hua also wrote: "Good".

It's just that when he pushed it over again, the hollow had already been filled with his pen.

That piece of paper ended up in the young master's bag: in the form of a thousand paper cranes.

But this time, there is a filled little red heart on the Thousand Paper Crane's wings.

The last time he returned from Beicheng, Tang Hua asked his servant to find a crystal jar, and carefully put three or two paper cranes with kittens in it.

After taking a bath that night, the young master sat on the balcony, holding up the jar to watch, the crystals were shining brightly, flying colorfully, and he laughed as he watched.

Don't know when it will be full.

When it's full, I'll...

Tang Hua himself didn't know what it was, but he knew that he was really happy. This was his own treasure: a secret treasure that would never be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

After school that day, Tang Hua still used the same reason to send Zhou Rong to tangle with Uncle Song.

He sat in the classroom with Fei Cao until the whole class was gone.

It was Fei Cao who led the way. He was very familiar with the school and could deftly avoid all the cameras.

The archives room is on the fourth floor of the old building.

Fei Cao stretched out her hand, and inside lay a small piece of bent wire.

Tang Hua's eyes widened: "This is..."

"The thing that opens the door, otherwise how would we get in?" Fei Cao said, "I saw it by the window when I went to the office today."

"Ah..." Tang Hua opened his mouth and asked after a long time, "Can you use it?"

Then the lock fell.

Fei Cao flicked it twice, and he didn't even break the lock cylinder: "I stayed in the orphanage for a while, and at that time people often locked the door and wouldn't let me in. After a long time, I learned this skill."

He turned the lock in his hand, and his tone didn't fluctuate: "Then no one can lock me anymore."

His tone was too calm, making Tang Hua want to say something for a moment, but he didn't know what to say.

Until Fei Cao opened the door and went in, she turned her head and raised her eyebrows: "Little deskmate, why don't you come in?"

Tang Hua hurriedly replied, "Here we are."

This is an old house, Fei Cao picked up the phone and turned on the light: "Why are you in a daze, my deskmate, well, Mr. Xu is 25 this year, I took the opportunity to look at his resume today, he is eight years older than us. "

Tang Hua took over the conversation: "Ms. Li, who manages the archives room, was on duty in the library before. I also asked someone. He studied mathematics as a graduate student, and his way of doing things is relatively simple."

The two looked at each other and spoke almost at the same time:

"So, the files for that year are in the eighth row."

Very good, this class is in the first row, and then they are arranged in sequence, with a cabinet for each class, so it is easy to find.

The small lock on the glass cabinet didn't bother Fei Cao, he tilted his head and clamped the phone to the side of his neck, with the halo on half of his side, his movements were a bit handsome.

With piles of files, Tang Hua subconsciously searched for those who belonged to Class [-] of that year.

After all, whether his sister Tang Xing or the returnee Xu Duanhong, their grades are all very good.

They spread out the files on the table, picked and picked and found two:

Tang Xing, Xu Duanhong.

In the same Class 1, Grade [-] eight years ago, these two people are just like now: they are at the same table.

A high-ranking member of the discipline committee, the eldest lady of the Tang family, and a lonely boy with unknown background in Beicheng.

They couldn't read it carefully.

Fei Cao grabs Tang Hua, and hides in the cabinet behind him with his belt on: "Shh, my deskmate, someone is here."

There were two footsteps at the door, one heavy and one light.

First came the middle-aged man's voice: "Si Nian, I'm already at the door, why did you pull me here?"

Chen Sinian said with a good temper: "Mr. Li, I saw two figures coming in."

The door was pushed open, Teacher Li turned on the light, and he could see everything around him: "Where is anyone, you read it wrong."

"That's not necessarily true." Chen Sinian smiled and turned around, "Teacher, there's a lot of room for hiding people here!"

The students in the international class don't just study hard, they have a special dormitory canteen, they don't have to obey the school dress code, and even the teachers are mostly foreign.

Chen Sinian was wearing jeans that day, from this angle, Tang Hua could even see his blue corner and white shoes.

With a half-smile, he paced around: "Maybe, there is someone hiding here!"

Tang Hua's heart beat faster, not because he was worried about the consequences of being discovered, but because the experience of hiding like this was too rare for him. He felt the adrenaline hormones in his whole body soaring, and an unprecedented sense of excitement and freshness flooded him.

The two people's skin is close to each other, Fei Cao can smell the smell from the little deskmate, like a human being, attractive and fresh, and can also feel the slight trembling coming through the clothes.

He put his arms around Tang Hua's shoulders and leaned towards him, his voice was so low that only two people could hear:

"Don't be afraid, little Hua'er, everything depends on me."

"Little Hua'er" was called by Sister Tang in Beicheng. At that time, the tip of Fei Cao's tongue twitched, leaving behind the aftertaste of these two words.

He thought it was very suitable for this young master.

So now he finally called out.

Tang Hua has heard this name countless times, and he is more shy than usual, almost everyone he knows calls him that.

But no one has ever called out so lingeringly, which made him feel the sweetness in his heart.

My whole heart is full.

He suddenly found that Fei Cao is surprisingly gentle, with eyes covering the four seasons, once you see it once, the scenery in this world is no longer worthy of your appreciation.

Tang Hua hooked the corners of her lips and bit her ear: "I'm not afraid, it's very exciting."

Chen Sinian was right in front of the cabinet where they were, but unexpectedly, instead of going any further, he turned around and left.

"Ms. Li, I think I really misread, there is no one here."

The lights were turned off, and Teacher Li's voice could be heard from a distance: "Student Si Nian, the teacher is getting old, don't bother the teacher next time."

There was obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, but he was cautious and didn't dare to say anything serious.

There are four major families in Nancheng, which are almost untouchable existences:

The Tang family is, and so is the Chen family.

When the silence returned here again, Fei Cao let go of her hand.

The two were very close, breathing intertwined, and both were hot with each other.

Tang Hua spoke first, with excitement on his face: "It's really fun."

Fei Cao nodded his head lightly, but also smiled.

The two turned on the phone light again to look at the two files:

Tang Xing: Transfer school.

Xu Duanhong: Leave school.

It all ended in the last semester of the second year of high school, and even the time was only three days apart.