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Song Boyang took out this photo, and saw in the photo many students wearing the uniforms of Middle School A, standing in two rows on the concrete steps, holding awards in their hands, behind the school leaders, the five-star red flag Friendship appearance.

It should be the morning meeting, on the school square.

Soon, Song Boyang found his face in the crowd.

In the photo, I smiled silly and heartless, still childish, a little green.

When was this photo taken?

Some forgotten memories began to slowly recover. Song Boyang remembered that in the first semester of high school, A Middle School and other schools organized a joint entrance examination competition for science and liberal arts. It's shit luck, the uncertain multiple-choice questions are all wrong, and even the ambiguous fill-in-the-blank questions get points.

So for the first time, he broke through the upper limit of his ability and got into the top ten in the school.

At a morning meeting after the college entrance examination, the top ten students in science and the top ten in liberal arts came up to present awards, so the photo in front of me came into being.

By the way, who came first in the science entrance examination?

I remember it was... Zhou Chiyu.

In the next second, Song Boyang spotted Zhou Chiyu in the group photo. He stood out from the crowd in vain, and then Song Boyang was surprised to find that every five people in the science group were in a row. In fact, Zhou Chiyu was standing Below myself, a very close position.

If it wasn't for this photo, Song Boyang might not realize in the future——

It turned out that I once had a "group photo" with Zhou Chiyu.

Song Boyang smiled.

The fingertips holding the photo suddenly touched some strange bumps. Song Boyang turned it over suspiciously, and found a line of pen writing on the back of the photo. Song Boyang recognized Zhou Chiyu's handwriting.

The bulge is probably because the nib is very hard when writing.

It says--

"You look like a fine day when you smile."

Song Boyang was startled slightly.

He silently recited this sentence several times in his heart.

Although they usually have a carefree style, people with outstanding Chinese scores are extremely sensitive to words. After savoring carefully, Song Boyang vaguely understood something.

I remember Jiang Jun said to himself that Zhou Chiyu has people he likes.

Although I don't know who it is.

When I think of this level, my mood seems inexplicably prosperous and declining. The joy brought by all the extraordinary experiences today is diluted, as if I am riding a roller coaster and looking forward to reaching the highest point, but I don’t want to be caught off guard after a moment time fell through.

The next moment, the photo in his hand was suddenly taken away.

The friction caused by the edge of the photo scraping against the palm lasted for a short and long time, and Song Boyang looked at each other.

Holding the photo in his hands, Zhou Chiyu turned around and walked away. He said with some pretentiousness, "I finally found it...it was in the book...I searched for it for a long time..."

Song Boyang is used to smiling when he talks, even though sometimes he doesn't think it's funny in his heart, he looks at Zhou Chiyu's back and asks with a smile: "You seem a little nervous? Is there something in this photo?"

Zhou Chiyu's footsteps paused, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

This kind of reaction almost confirmed Song Boyang's guess in his heart, and the smile gradually faded away. Offending other people's privacy was something Song Boyang never bothered to do in the past.

It's a pity that I couldn't hold back this time——

"I saw the sentence behind the photo."

What might be called remorse begins to swell with the falling syllables.But it has already been asked, and there is no right to take it back.

Zhou Chiyu froze for a moment, then he turned around slowly.

"Jian Jie's "Smoke Blue"." He said.

"It's just an excerpt from a book," he added.

Song Boyang looked at Zhou Chiyu quietly, and finally smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Ah."

Although Song Boyang felt that no one would write the excerpts of the book behind the photos, and the other party's reasons would feel clumsy, but Zhou Chiyu didn't want to say it.

Then stop asking.

All the delicate atmosphere of ten minutes ago seemed to be filled and lost because of the short conversation just now, and then it was blown away by the night wind, and it disappeared in an instant. No one could think of any good way to restore it for a while.

Song Boyang didn't bring homework in his schoolbag, so he sat in Zhou Chiyu's bedroom, holding the book "The Nightingale and the Rose" and read ten lines at a glance, while Zhou Chiyu sat under the desk lamp and did his homework, constantly writing.

It was quiet all around, no one disturbed.

As it was approaching twelve o'clock, Zhou Chiyu dug out the toiletries brought back from the hotel from the drawer of the bedside table and handed them to Song Boyang.Zhou Chiyu's home has three bedrooms, one bedroom is usually unused, and it is a matter of course that Song Boyang sleeps in it.

"Snapped--"

After washing up, the light in the living room was turned off again.

Back in the bedroom, Zhou Chiyu was lying on the bed alone, the chill brought by the pheromone was relieved by the warm blanket.It's just that the brain is unwilling to stop functioning desperately, mobilizes the memory, and begins to replay today's story in front of my eyes.

I have to chew this memory repeatedly until it loses its taste before giving up.

It's a lot like a precursor to insomnia.

The feeling of the glue on the barrier sticking to the skin is not pleasant. I always remind myself that there is something on the back of my neck. This feeling will be more obvious when I lie down.

Sure enough, an hour later, Zhou Chiyu turned over again, but he was still not asleep.

He lifted the quilt and went to the living room to pour a glass of water. When he left, Zhou Chiyu's gaze skipped over the back of the chair, and his footsteps also paused.

On the back of the chair was a school uniform, which belonged to Song Boyang in a large size.Maybe it was taken off when washing and put here.

At this moment, Zhou Chiyu suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ears, telling himself in a low voice, as if whispering——

I want that school uniform.

Zhou Chiyu stood on the spot and struggled for a few seconds, then quickened his pace, and fled back to his bedroom as if fleeing. At the same time, he closed the bedroom door and even locked it.

In the dead of night, people always have some strange thoughts, which can be forgiven. Zhou Chiyu hypnotized himself repeatedly, and closed his eyes, lying motionless on the bed, trying to dispel consciousness. The next time he opened his eyes was already tomorrow.

However, a few minutes later—

There was a sound of unlocking in a certain bedroom, and the door was quietly opened.

A black figure tiptoed to the back of the chair in the center of the living room, and quietly took away the school uniform jacket on the back of the chair.

Sitting back on the bed, Zhou Chiyu looked at the school uniform in his hand and felt like he was stealing something.I had no choice but to comfort myself with "Song Boyang gave me his school uniform jacket when he was at the bus stop, but I didn't wear it because I was afraid he would be cold", so as to reduce the guilt in my heart.

Then Zhou Chiyu shrank into the oversized school uniform.

I can't smell the alpha pheromone, because Song Boyang's pheromone is tasteless, but it can indeed be felt. Zhou Chiyu's hands and feet are not as cold as before.Almost greedily absorbing the trace amount of pheromone on the school uniform jacket, it is indeed too warm. Because of the warmth, the drowsiness will not be dispelled by the cold, and finally begins to exert the effect of urging people to sleep.

Zhou Chiyu knew that he should have put it back on the back of the chair before falling asleep and pretended nothing happened.

He thought so too when he brought it.

It was only when I was really wrapped up in the seemingly invisible pheromone of the other party that I found it difficult. In just a few minutes, it seemed that I was so addicted that I couldn't give up.Again he overestimated his self-control.

The drowsiness intensified, and Zhou Chiyu fell headlong on the bed wrapped in his school uniform. In a daze, he reset the alarm clock. Before going to sleep, he was still thinking that he must take off his school uniform before Song Boyang woke up the next day. Return to original position.

.

Zhou Chiyu had that dream again.

In the first semester of high school, when I first entered school.

Green shade in late summer, blue and white clouds, basketball court.

Like other memories related to the other party, this memory has been repeatedly chewed by Zhou Chiyu in reality and dreams so that it is about to lose its flavor.

It's like a piece of chewing gum that has been chewed for a long time. It is Zhou Chiyu's favorite flavor, but he always feels that he has not found all the sugar, so he is reluctant to throw it away and keeps chewing.

Zhou Chiyu sat next to the iron net of the basketball court for a halftime break, looking at the surrounding scenery boredly.Still don't know what's going to happen next.

"Student! Be careful!"

As if shouting at himself, Zhou Chiyu raised his head.

The orange basketball swirled towards him, and the wind it brought out could be called a tornado. Zhou Chiyu hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, I realized that I didn't hear the sound of the basketball landing.

Instead, I heard someone talking——

"Jiang Jun, do you fucking know how to play basketball!"

"I told you to throw it at the basketball hoop, not to let you throw it at someone else!"

Zhou Chiyu opened his eyes and looked for his reputation. The other party was holding the basketball that should have fallen on him. He had two canine teeth when he spoke. Then he turned around and looked at himself, "Sorry, I almost smashed it!" it's your turn."

He smiled and said: "My friend's game skills are too bad."

Zhou Chiyu raised his head, "It's fine."

On the side, the "friend" in his words was filled with indignation, "Song Boyang, I won't play basketball with you next time!"

Song Boyang laughed loudly, "It's okay, if you don't accompany me, someone else will accompany me."

Zhou Chiyu couldn't help looking at Song Boyang a few more times, remembering that face by the way.

There are many mineral water bottles stuck in the iron net outside the basketball court.

Zhou Chiyu continued to sit where he was, waiting for his friend to come back from the toilet, but he didn't expect to wait until Song Boyang came to get his mineral water bottle first.

Unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his head and breathed out half a bottle of water, then stuffed the plastic bottle back, because the distance was very close, Zhou Chiyu raised his head and took another look at Song Boyang, and then when the other party found himself peeping Look forward.

His eyes fell on the empty mineral water bottle again.

In fact, it was not completely drunk, there was still a little water dangling at the bottom of the bottle like four small hills.

Zhou Chiyu was bored watching the water drops dangling on the bottom of the bottle until his friend came back.

When his friend got closer, Zhou Chiyu recalled the other party's name, but fortunately he still remembered it.

So he asked, "Have you heard of Song Boyang?"

After thinking about it, I added another sentence, "Do you know which class he is in?"

"I know." My friend said.

"He's the monitor of class one."

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When Zhou Chiyu woke up, he was in a daze, thinking in a daze. It was frightening that he missed several alarm clocks, and what was even more frightening was that he found that he was still covered with Song Boyang's school uniform.

So I began to recall how the school uniform appeared in this impossible place, and recalled success.

... so any ridiculous idea that arises in the middle of the night is best not acted on, because you will regret it the next morning.

First, he looked at the clock beside him.

Eight sixteen in the morning.

It seems that it is not very early.

But not too late.

Forget which famous master said that life is a big gamble.

So Zhou Chiyu bet that Song Boyang hadn't woken up yet.

Rolling up the school uniform, holding it in his hand, with his hands behind his back, Zhou Chiyu didn't dare to dawdle, walked to the door, opened the door secretly, leaned forward, looked around through the door, and found that there was no one in the living room.

Very good, now you just need to walk lightly, hang the school uniform on the back of the chair, and you're done.

Holding his breath, he gently pushed the door open.

Walk gently to the wooden chair in the center of the living room.

Great, just the last step.

Zhou Chiyu unfolded the school uniform in his hand, and was about to hang it on the back of the chair——

"You're awake."

Song Boyang's voice came from behind.

"By the way, have you seen my school uniform jacket?"

The author says:

"You look like a good day when you smile." ——Jian Jie "Smoke Blue"