Be at the same table with the rumored boss

After the preparatory bell for the first class of the day rang, Liu Juan walked into the classroom with the box in her arms. She patted the desk amidst all the exclamations, "Quiet, what's the fuss, don't you know what it is? Dividing half of this energy into mathematics will not lead to the current test results."

As soon as the mathematics class was mentioned, the air pressure in the class dropped instantly.

"There are only 25 days left until the third year of high school. Today, we will send the letter you wrote to your future self today. You can see for yourself whether you are getting closer to the goal you set."

After Liu Juan finished speaking, she distributed the letter to a few people in the front row, and asked them to help distribute it according to the names on the envelope.

The class slowly came to life. Some of the students who received the envelope opened the letter excitedly, and some just stuffed the letter into the desk pocket and didn't read it.

What's more, several people get together to discuss the future with each other, and someone directly takes away the letter tightly held in the hand of the same table, and is "beaten" by the girl.

Someone went around and questioned the people around them out of curiosity, and finally turned to the person who really wanted to ask, and asked that sentence in a normal way: "What about you, which school do you want to go to?"

"Ah, I really want to eat a bowl of rice noodles at the gate of the school, the kind with an egg, but unfortunately I don't even have ten yuan." Zhang Haichao was the first one to get the letter nearby, and he opened it with an indifferent attitude. letter, but unexpectedly found that there was nothing else in the envelope, and it contained a 20 yuan note.

Zhang Haichao opened his mouth, and after a while he couldn't hold back a sentence: "Damn... I really understand it!"

"As expected of my son, he really understands himself." Su Mianyang also laughed.

Xiao Lang bent his lips accordingly, watching Su Mianyang and Su Mianyang get into another quarrel about the topic of father and son, he quietly looked away.

When he wrote the letter, he didn't have a clear definition of the future, he only knew to study hard.

The biggest possibility is that after the grades are out, he can randomly choose a school with similar rankings according to the application form, and then apply for the major that Ms. Pan wants him to apply for.

Just as he walked all the way before, he didn't need to think about anything if he followed the route given by Pan Xueying.

So in the end Xiao Lang didn't write anything at all, just looked at the gray area outside the window with his chin in his hand, and just passed the whole class like that.

Today's class was also of little significance to him. Whose letter would he open if he didn't even write it?

The same position, the same carelessness, the same chin resting on the gray sky outside the window, everything was the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Lang, your letter."

Unexpectedly, the classmate in charge of distributing letters called his name.

Xiao Lang almost thought he heard it wrong, if the other party hadn't confidently handed the letter to his eyes.

"...Thank you." Although he was full of doubts now, Xiao Lang still accepted the letter, looking at the three-character "Xiao Lang" written in cursive script on the beige envelope, he fell into deep thought briefly.

Su Mianyang's handwriting has a characteristic, whenever a sentence ends, it must be followed by a full stop, even if the sentence is only two short words.

Turning his head to look at Su Mianyang next to him, Xiao Lang nudged Su Mianyang with his elbow, "What did you write?"

"So you guessed that I wrote it? Isn't it a bit sloppy? What if it was written by a little girl in our class who has a crush on you?" Obviously, Su Mianyang guessed his own without even opening the envelope to Xiao Lang. The handwriting thing is boring.

But he still chose to struggle to the death. This little classmate of his family has always liked to deceive people. Maybe he didn't guess it at all and just deceived him.

"That's good," Xiao Lang simply followed his words, "No matter which 'little girl' who has a crush on me wrote this letter, I promise to be with him."

"Hey, you," Su Mianyang thought for a while, and then choked out, "Brother Xiao Lang, I'm the little girl who has a crush on you."

Xiao Lang couldn't help laughing.

He opened the letter and read it in front of Su Mianyang.This feeling is very subtle. Among so many people in the class who actively carried their personal goals, only his letter came from his boyfriend.

A strange emotion welled up in his heart for no reason, and when the envelope was completely opened and the contents of the letter were revealed in front of him, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the palm of his hand.

The letter paper is not big, and the content is composed of a few simple sentences:

"Do what you want to do, as long as it is you, any problem is not a problem."

"Xiao Lang, you are the best and best person I have ever met."

"Before you asked me if I had any regrets, I now have a better answer: the past that I have regretted countless times, after meeting you, seems to have become less bad."

"If life tries to drag you down the torrent, I will hold on to you desperately. Two people are better than one person."

"If I can't catch you, I'll jump down with you."

"I will try my best to be someone you are willing to rely on."

Some softness in the bottom of my heart was hit, and the sourness in the eye sockets unconsciously spread upwards.

Before this, Xiao Lang never thought he was a crybaby. Xiao Ziqiang taught him that crying is a sign of weakness since he was a child, and only those who are incapable of solving problems cry.

So he also worked desperately, wanting to become better day by day.

Still in the same position, still the same careless, still looking at the gray sky outside the window with his chin up, the difference is that the person next to him promised to always stand behind him.

Su Mianyang only used one letter to completely defeat his impenetrable defense.

Xiao Lang blinked vigorously, suppressing the soreness in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Su Mianyang, who was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Just as the breeze was blowing outside the window, Xiao Lang took the opportunity to rub his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The wind is blinding your eyes."

Su Mianyang raised her eyebrows, but did not expose Xiao Lang.

After Xiao Lang calmed down and saw Su Mianyang still looking at him when he turned around, he realized that he owed Su Mianyang the attitude he should have.

Xiao Lang looked away slightly, and wrote on another piece of paper: You haven't met more people, how do you know that I am the best?

Su Mianyang picked up a pen and answered below the question: You will always be my highest standard.

Xiao Lang really didn't know what to say. Originally, his life was a straight line leading to the end with no bias. Every step forward was predictable. He didn't need to think too much and kept his eyes closed. to reach the intended destination.

But Su Mianyang is irresistible. Every day when he met Su Mianyang, accidents happened, every trickle merged into the sea, and every grain of sand of time piled up into mountains and rivers. When Xiao Lang stopped and looked back one day, he was already far away The direction to start is too far off.

"What about you?" Su Mianyang said softly, "What are you thinking?"

Xiao Lang paused. He looked into Su Mianyang's eyes for a long time, and instead of answering the question directly, he slowly wrote down a sentence on the paper: Unless the brilliance of the moon leaves the moon.

Su Mianyang blinked, looked at Xiao Lang and asked, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Lang didn't give an explanation directly, he just smiled and said, "This is my promise."

I will not leave my love until the light of the moon leaves the moon.

Su Mianyang didn't go any further, he knew Xiao Lang's character, he would never make any outrageous promises, "I still want a promise from you."

Xiao Lang turned his head to look at Su Mianyang.

"Don't just say it's over, I'm afraid I'll take it seriously, unless you really want it to end," Su Mianyang said, "It's fine to have a fight or even a fight, but don't talk about it, I'm afraid I will panic when I get angry. "

Xiao Lang nodded and said, "Okay."

Su Mianyang breathed a sigh of relief.As if he had suddenly won the gold medal for avoiding death, he kept this promise firmly in his heart, as if in this way they could walk to the end of their lives smoothly.

In fact, Su Mianyang didn't know that this was just a blank promise, there were too many uncertainties around them, and one day they would hit the bomb and be smashed to pieces, but he had no other choice but to believe in Xiao Lang.

At the most powerless age, he met someone who wanted to spend his life together.

Even if the roots of two dandelions are tightly entangled, a gust of wind on a clear day will blow them to pieces without rain, wind, lightning, and thunder.

And the only thing they can do is to hug each other tightly before the gust of wind blows.

After all the envelopes in the class were handed out, Xiao Lang realized that Su Mianyang hadn't received the letter. He turned his head and asked Su Mianyang with a smile, "Great writer, isn't your literary talent enough to support two letters?"

This smile made Su Mianyang's heart itch. He wished he could pinch the tip of Xiao Lang's nose right now, but he was helpless in the classroom environment. Even though everyone was in a state of excitement, Su Mianyang still didn't dare to do anything too outrageous.

He could only lower his voice and say, "Little classmate, I found that your mouth seems to be more poisonous after falling in love."

"Is it poisonous, can't you taste it?"

Su Mianyang, who reacted a second later, said "Fuck" several times in a row. He was dumb for a moment, and turned his head hastily, not daring to look at Xiao Lang again.

The sound of writing with a water pen sounded on the table next to it. When the strokes stopped, Su Mianyang felt his elbow being touched.

Trying to make himself less timid, Su Mianyang dared to turn his head to look at the paper that Xiao Lang indicated. Under the letter paper he originally wrote to Xiao Lang, there was a new line of words added. This letter of his Finally got a response after 80 days of waiting:

"Boyfriend, there is still a long way to go in the future, do you want to walk side by side with me?"

There was a gust of wind blowing slowly, and the creaking sound of the ceiling fan above his head took his thoughts far, far away. Xiao Lang raised his head and looked out the window, and the gray sky seemed to have a tendency to clear up.

It seems that with just a little more effort, the sun can break through the shadows and return to the world.

Those problems that don't know how to choose should be left to worry about in the future, as long as they are still good and like each other now, that's enough.

Youth is so short, if you spend all the time you can passionately love people carefully avoiding risks, wouldn't you let down the youthful madness.

Laughing should be from the heart, crying should be loud and presumptuous, go where you want to go, love the person you want to love, and have the opportunity to get back up after countless failures. This may be the greatest capital they have.

Create your own distance with enthusiasm and desperation.

The future is expected.