delicate flowers and weeds

There was also a math test that afternoon.

Tang Hua was almost stuck in the classroom, his neck was covered with running sweat, he stood at the door: "Report!"

The invigilator had already handed out the test papers, and asked him with a frown: "What's the situation? What's wrong with the current students, and the exams are getting stuck? The students in Class 1 are really shameless..."

Fei Cao looked up and wanted to say something, but seeing that posture, she was about to stand up and really say something in the next second.

Tang Hua winked, signaling him to remain as still as a mountain.

"Hey, you student, you're still like this even though you're late, you have a lot of facial expressions..."

Seeing that he was about to speak at length again, another teacher nudged him, lowered his voice, and reminded him in a low voice, "A child from the Tang family."

The invigilator swallowed the words: "Forget it, let's do it this time. Go back to your seat first, and do the questions well."

He also made up for it by adding a sentence: "The teacher is also doing it for your own good, don't affect the mood of the exam."

Tang Hua was also in the first row. When he passed by Fei Cao, the other party had lowered his head to do the question, looking a little gentle.

He said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Wait for me after the exam."

Fei Cao turned her head and only saw the back of the young master's head and a small red mark on the white skin of the back of the neck.

"Hey," the invigilator patted the table, "What are you doing now? This is an exam, an exam, do you understand?"

Only then did Fei Cao look down at the paper.

However, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and the red mark flashed across.

Was it sunburned?

The window was open, and the breeze blew on Fei Cao's face, dispelling the dryness that didn't know why.

Until the bell rings to wind up.

The whole class stood up, Fei Cao was the first in the first row, and by the time Tang Hua arrived, that seat was already empty.

He stood there, paused for a long time, swallowed the word "same table" subconsciously, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The pen in his hand slid down, leaving only the beautiful bony fingers in the air, maintaining this posture without moving.

Tang Hua felt that her heart was empty, she wanted to do something but didn't know what to do, like a drowning person who fell into the water, seeing the tide coming, but could only watch.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

The people around had already left, and even Zhou Rong had disappeared.

very quiet.

When Fei Cao came back, she saw her little deskmate like this, he waved the ointment in his hand in front of his eyes: "Student, get back to your senses."

"Ah." Tang Hua's eyes widened, but his eyes kept chasing the small round box.

A small box with pale white paste inside, Fei Cao tickled a little: "Well, lower your head."

He pressed onto Tanghua's neck and painted it lightly.Muscles are delicate, joints are distinct, they are very close, mutual breath and heat

Entangled together.

Tang Hua lowered his head. He felt as if there was an amplifier installed behind his neck, which could amplify the opponent's touch by more than ten times.

He clenched his hands tightly before realizing that he was sweating a lot.

Fei Cao withdrew her hand: "Okay."

Tang Hua looked up, and he saw the ointment in Fei Cao's hand.

There are three big words written on it: sunburn ointment.

He realized it later: "Ah, so I was exposed to the sun?"

It may have been posted when he came out of the restaurant for the first time, or it may have been posted when the young master realized that he was approaching the exam site after hearing all that, so he took a shortcut and ran all the way.

The young master is only now aware of the slight pain, and the pain is covered with a thin layer of coolness to neutralize it. I don't know if it comes from the volatilization of the medicine, or... or the touch of the other party's fingertips.

Fei Cao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Didn't you find out?"

He stretched out his hand to press Xiao Jiaohua's neck again, moved closer to check it carefully, and let go only after making sure that no other fish slipped through the net.

The two people are in this posture, one tall and one short, and their breathing can be heard.

They scanned each other's facial features, and finally focused on each other's lips.

This is a great position for kissing.

Tang Hua once saw it on the Internet and said: To judge whether you like a person or not, you only need to stare at him once to know.

The sound of the heartbeat came over little by little.

Just thinking about it, Tang Hua's skin turned red.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

I don't know what to do.

The cleverness he was so proud of in the past disappeared without a trace at this moment, and his mind was empty, a white mist.

Until one person sideways.

Tang Hua turned her back to Fei Cao, and put her hands on her cheeks, the temperature on them was astonishingly hot.

He held back for a long time, and asked in a muffled voice, "Did Zhou Rong apologize to you?"

"En." Fei Cao closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Tang Hua always felt that the other party was holding back something, and he was extremely restrained in speaking, and his voice was suppressed.

He laughed twice: "Ha, ha, that's good."

An answer loomed in his mind, and the seeds were planted.

He couldn't figure it out, and felt that he was not like himself, but he didn't resist this kind of development trend, instead, he vaguely looked forward to it.

It was already evening when they walked out of the teaching building again.

The sky is red and red, and some sunset clouds are rolling on it, chasing and stalking, the colors are compatible, and the calls of late birds are transmitted through the gaps in the shade of the trees in twos and threes.

There were few students on the boulevard, and they were in a hurry, walking quickly in the same direction.

Fei Cao followed beside him, and occasionally a few leaves fell, which happened to land on him.

Tang Hua stretched out his hand to flick the fallen leaves off his shoulder, and said softly, "Fei Cao, is there anything you want to tell me?"

He added: "You can say whatever you want."

"Have."

Fei Cao reached out and stroked Tang Hua's hair, he didn't know how his little deskmate's hair was maintained, it was soft and smooth, making him appear to be well-behaved.

He inserted a three-pointer with his hand and almost passed the opponent's scalp, making Tang Hua's adrenaline rush three times on the spot.

Fei Cao's Adam's apple rolled down, and he retracted his hand and put it in his pocket. The last thing he said was a faint line:

"Go to bed early tonight, I'll say good night in advance."

Tang Hua asked: "Is this what you want to tell me?"

Fei Cao paused suspiciously, and after a long time, he waved his hand: "Go home and be safe."

Good night?

Be safe at home?

Tang Hua just wanted to say "This is not what I want to hear", but then slipped out.

If that wasn't what he wanted to hear, what was it supposed to be?

He temporarily lost his language function, and after finally finding it back, he said dryly, "You too, be careful, Fei Cao."

When he got in the car, the young master slumped on the back seat, covered his face with the book, and the words "Life without love" were written all over his body.

With two days of monthly exams and two days of holiday, Tang Hua felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was.

When he was sitting alone on the window sill, holding the crystal box in his hand, he wanted to throw it away several times, but withdrew his hand several times, and finally fell helplessly on the cushion, covering his eyes with his hands, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not good.

……

This kind of badness may have already planted the seeds, gained nutrients and grown in the long-term relationship, drilled through the soil a little bit, and now it has sprouted.It may be condensed in the mist on the milk tea cup, it may be hidden in the arms where he climbed the stairs in Beicheng, or it may be buried in the "little flower" in the archive room...

Maybe earlier, maybe later.

It existed before consciousness and is only now being perceived.

Tang Hua picked up the phone, swiped across the screen saver, and on the desktop was the photo of him and Fei Cao.

Both of them had smiles on their faces and wore the same school uniform.

The sun hit their faces, making them shine.

He looked at it, couldn't stop laughing, and when he realized what he was doing, he closed the phone and threw it aside.

After a long time, a soft sound of "fuck" came from the bedroom

He feels that Fei Cao can always do many heart-warming things unintentionally, such as always taking half a step back to hold an umbrella for him when the sun is high, such as remembering his preferences and often bringing him things, or subconsciously protecting him Behind him, the milk tea is always at the right ice temperature, and when it is handed over, it is always clean and the straw is inserted.

And the nutrients necessary to raise a heart-beating seed are these heart-warming.

but……

and then?

One's unrequited love is worthless.

What does Fei Cao think?

In the book written by Chen Yunjiao, she was the heroine, and in the end she married Feicao beautifully and loved her all her life. Before her book, Feicao was also a diamond queen and never married.

Fei Cao... What if she likes girls?

Tang Hua struggled for a few days, and before she could figure it out, school was about to start again.

At the side of the stairs, Fei Cao was leaning against the wall, making a phone call.

His face was full of cruelty and coldness, which was very different from usual, and his tone was surprisingly distant, showing a bit aggressive.

"He's out of prison? Do I need to teach you this? It's simple, just let him in again."

Something else was said on the phone.

Fei Cao twirled her fingers, suddenly wanting to smoke a cigarette.

But he didn't.

Over the railing, he saw all living beings running downstairs like ants, the most conspicuous of which was his little deskmate.

It was very conspicuous that Zhou Rong was holding an umbrella behind him, the light shining into his pupils was a bewitching amber color, when he was not speaking he looked cold and noble, making people afraid to approach him easily.Ke Feicao knew how soft he was.

The railing splits two worlds, one bright and one dark.

They are in one space, but it seems like two worlds.

Fei Cao squeezed the phone tightly, memories were clamoring to flush in his mind.

The darkness when he was nine years old, and the earth-shaking upside-down when he learned of Teacher Fei's death.

He was trapped in that night and couldn't get out no matter how he walked.

Of the three gangsters, one was killed on the spot.

Death penalty one.

one left……

still alive.

out of prison.

Maybe it was telepathy, Tang Hua sharply raised his head, and met Fei Cao who was leaning against the corner.

Tang Hua also waved his hand.

Judging by the shape of his mouth, he was saying the word "same table".

Fei Cao met his gaze and suddenly smiled.

Even he didn't notice, there was tenderness in his eyes.

He suddenly didn't want to end himself in the dark, but also wanted to go out to bask in the sun and feel the breeze.