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Song Boyang actually didn't know what was wrong with him.

Something is just an excuse to leave, because I don't want to hear Jiang Jun bluffing about Xia Shitao and Zhou Chiyu in my ear.

So Song Boyang walked forward aimlessly and alone, wandering in the setting sun, and the shadow protracted by the afterglow also wandered with him.

Finally walked back to the classroom.

The bottle of white peach-flavored cocktail drink Jiang Jun gave is not real wine, but it is not an ordinary drink either, because the nutrient content on the back is marked with 3% alcohol.

After drinking a bottle, Song Boyang felt like he was drunk, a little dizzy, and a little sleepy.

The drowsiness may be due to too many things that have happened recently, the nerves that have been tense for two days are finally relaxed, and I can take a break.

It may also be trying to escape something by sleeping.

The back door of the classroom opened its arms to Song Boyang, and the bright lights illuminated the classroom.

Song Boyang was distracted when he stepped in with his right foot, stumbled over the threshold, and woke up suddenly.

He lowered his head and stared wide-eyed at Threshold for several seconds, as if he was silently condemning Threshold for bullying him no matter what, obviously he didn't make any big mistake.

Half a minute later, Song Boyang silently turned back to the corridor of the classroom and walked to the window next to Zhou Chiyu.

He tapped the glass with his knuckles and with considerable force.

Almost at the same time, Song Boyang saw Zhou Chiyu's chocolate on the corner of his desk.

Through a layer of stained and dusty, not-so-clean, blurry transparent glass, Song Boyang clearly saw a box of chocolates, exactly as Jiang Jun described, in a pink, heart-shaped iron box. chocolate.

It should have been given by Xia Shitao to thank Zhou Chiyu for helping her draw the blackboard newspaper.

Song Boyang blinked his eyes, staring blankly and engrossed.

The window was opened at this moment, and there was a "squeak" friction sound——

"What's the matter?" Zhou Chiyu turned his head and asked.

Only then did Song Boyang come back to his senses.

He said in a serious tone, "I have something to tell you."

Zhou Chiyu was silent for a moment, "Then tell me."

"I want to talk to you alone." Song Boyang looked into Zhou Chiyu's eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and asked him, "Can you come out for a while?"

Zhou Chiyu didn't immediately agree.

"Is it important?" he asked.

Song Boyang said: "It's very important."

Zhou Chiyu thought for a while, but still put down the pen in his hand, and left the unfinished test questions spread out on the table.

At the same time, he sighed, feeling that he had compromised again, "Okay."

Helpless because I was still thinking about it yesterday, I don't want to talk to Song Boyang again in the past few days, and I feel upset when I see the other person's face.

It's just that I didn't expect the code of conduct I set to be shaken so easily, because the other party said a few fluffy, ambiguous, and innocuous words.

Really worthless.

"Excuse me." Zhou Chiyu got up and said to his deskmate.

Song Boyang leaned against the wall outside the classroom and waited for him.

Zhou Chiyu also habitually followed Song Boyang's footsteps as before, because he was always the one who took a step behind and also the one who approached proactively.

The sketches that have not finished the tenth grade have long been abandoned by default, and the guitar scores that have not been finished are also boring. Zhou Chiyu gave up on many things in the middle, and his 3-minute enthusiasm has always been dormant in the genes of his body .

But it unexpectedly failed on all things related to Song Boyang.

Apart from studying, unrequited love became the second thing Zhou Chiyu persisted in.

It's incredible.

Song Boyang walked down the stairs, and Zhou Chiyu followed. No one spoke, and they both maintained a rare silence with difficulty.

The only thing Zhou Chiyu felt lucky about was that he didn't take the initiative this time, and Song Boyang was the one who offered to say something, so he didn't need to take any responsibility for the cold scene in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, the arc-shaped sun gradually sinks, and the bottom becomes an orange-yellow straight line, which becomes a part of the horizon.

Soon, the top of the bright yellow also merged into the horizon.

I don't know how long I walked in silence, I only know that the night slowly climbed to the corner of the sky, and the sky began to darken quietly.

The surrounding scenery changed from the cement-covered classroom staircase corner to a remote campus path, a row of black retro-style iron fences, towering evergreen trees and temporarily unused teaching buildings.

There are also a few fallen leaves at the feet.

There were a few crisp birdsong in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar voice finally sounded.

"Fang Wenze's matter is finally resolved."

He finally waited for Song Boyang's first words.

But the next moment, Zhou Chiyu suddenly stopped.

He reacted.

Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang in a daze. He felt that the expectation that he suppressed in his heart and didn't want to admit it was really absurd - it was obviously a chat between two people, why did the third person's name appear?

It seems that I have been teased again.

It was the same as many times before when Song Boyang approached, he had the illusion that the other party liked him too.

Zhou Chiyu turned around and left.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have come.

But Song Boyang grabbed his wrist, "Can you listen to me first?"

Zhou Chiyu lowered his head, his eyes fell on Song Boyang's right hand that was holding his wrist, "Let go."

"Don't let it go."

On the contrary, Song Boyang clenched even tighter.

He whispered, "Let you go and you won't come back."

Zhou Chiyu froze in place for a moment.

In the next second, he felt the hand holding his wrist pull forward, and he fell into Song Boyang's arms.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure on his wrist disappeared, and Song Boyang wrapped his hands around his waist, and the other's chin was placed on his right shoulder through several layers of clothes, and it was a little itchy.

When Song Boyang spoke, his breath passed by his ears.

"Do not be angry."

Song Boyang repeated in a low voice, "Don't be angry, okay?"

"..."

"I know that if I discuss it with you, you will definitely be angry, so I haven't mentioned a word to you. But I didn't discuss it with you, and it seemed that I was deliberately ignoring you, and you would be angry too." Song Boyang was somewhat At a loss, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't know what to do anymore, then I will apologize to you immediately after the end, can you stop being angry?"

Zhou Chiyu understood.

He knew what "that matter" in Song Boyang's words referred to.

He didn't say it clearly, maybe he was deliberately avoiding mentioning the word Fang Wenze.

"You must think that I am meddling, and I also think that I am meddling. In the end, I caused a lot of trouble for myself." Song Boyang exhaled slowly.

"But there will be a little, a little bit of benefits, right?" Song Boyang said in a muffled voice, "If I didn't mind my own business, I wouldn't have known you so early."

Zhou Chiyu lowered his eyes.

He also knew that Song Boyang was talking about the first problematic monthly exam ranking list, and about the two of them going to Lao Liu's office to check their grades.

But the first thing he thought of was the basketball that Song Boyang helped him block on the basketball court at the end of summer not long after the first year of high school started.

Zhou Chiyu still didn't speak.

So still only Song Boyang was talking.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to pronounce a few syllables first.

"actually, I--"

its stuck.

Rare incoherence.

There was also some inexplicable nervousness, "I came to you today, and I just wanted to tell you——"

Got stuck again.

Taking a deep breath, Song Boyang slowly hugged his arms tightly, he gritted his teeth, and finally blurted out.

"I like you."

The world fell silent at once.

The hot breath exploded in the ear.

The wind in early spring is icy and clawed, trying to blow out the belated heart palpitations.

A few unintelligent birdsongs fell from the treetops.

Zhou Chiyu in his arms seemed motionless and silent.

The silence at this time will make people feel terrible and hard to bear. They obviously have some confidence, but they are afraid that it will be the result of disappointment.

Song Boyang's expression darkened, and he gradually let go of the strength in his arms, just hugging him, looking down at Zhou Chiyu's hair, he sighed, "If you want to reject me, then push me away now Go ahead. I promise I won't bother you in the future."

Still no response, neither speaking nor moving.

Zhou Chiyu was silent for half a minute.

The light in Song Boyang's eyes dissipated, and he was about to completely let go——

Suddenly, Zhou Chiyu hugged him tightly with both hands.

"You shouldn't meddle in other people's business..." Zhou Chiyu's voice became lower and lower, he turned his head and complained, "I won't like you in this way."

Song Boyang should just stand by and let himself be hit by a basketball, which is better than walking alone in the first year of high school, when he was ignorant and ignorant, and had a long, stubborn, silent crush on one person for the entire spring, summer, autumn and winter.

After being stunned for a long while, Song Boyang came back to his senses.

Then he smiled slowly, two canine teeth looming in the darkness.

With a bit of teasing, he said, "Hold so tight?"

Zhou Chiyu raised his head and glared at Song Boyang, "Do you have an opinion?"

"No." Song Boyang quickly shook his head to express his opinion.

Unable to hold back, he laughed a few more times, holding each other's hand but still refused to let go, Song Boyang buried his head into Zhou Chiyu's neck, and took a bite.

"Hiss—" Zhou Chiyu felt the tingling pain unexpectedly, and asked with a frown, "What are you doing?"

"Make another mark."

Zhou Chiyu frowned, "Are you a dog?"

Song Boyang wasn't angry either, but laughed even more happily, "In case there are still people coveting my things."

The other party smiled clearly, but his eyes gradually became deep, as if there was something there, which could be exposed without a doubt even under the cover of the heavy night.

So Zhou Chiyu only took one look and kissed her directly.

In fact, it was just a superficial touch, as always, restrained.

But Song Boyang would not be satisfied with this.

With one hand resting on the back of the opponent's head, he pressed Zhou Chiyu against the wall behind him, lowered his head, and responded with a gentle but warm kiss.

The night will cover them.

No one will disturb this silent love.

After the end, the two gasped violently.

"Song Boyang."

I can't remember how many times this was the first time Zhou Chiyu called the other party's name without any hesitation, without preparing a draft, and in one go.

But this time is different.

Zhou Chiyu raised his head and looked into Song Boyang's eyes, "Wait for spring. When the estrus comes, please lend me a temporary token."

"No need to borrow."

Song Boyang answered with a smile.

"I'll give it to you."