Can it be made public?

The sun just came out on the day of the [-]-day swearing-in, and Ji Li had to speak as a student representative. When he took the stage, the applause was even louder than before, obviously full of curiosity and excitement. If you have to describe it, it would be similar to seeing a civet cat in a cat’s nest .

He turned up the microphone and glanced at the crowd below the stage.

In an instant, it was like going back in time, and the video tape went back all the way to the commendation meeting after the first monthly exam in the first semester of senior high school.

Ying Yunsheng hadn't recovered from the strange sense of loss when he heard the people on the stage say: "Someone once said a word."

Ji Li bent his lower lip: "What makes a genius extraordinary in people's eyes is not superior talent, but continuous hard work. Ten thousand hours of tempering is a necessary condition for anyone to become a world-class master from an ordinary person." .”

Ying Yunsheng: "..."

Ever since he heard the other party say "[-] hours", he has been subconsciously chasing the other party's gaze, but this time he easily caught his eye.

If there was still hesitation at first, now he can be sure that Ji Li did it on purpose.

The two have been getting along so anonymously, it is inevitable that there will be times when they inadvertently say nothing.But every time Ying Yunsheng hits a straight ball, Ji Li can turn his head and say something more straightforward, which makes him blush and heartbeat.He has never been able to gain the upper hand in this matter, and over time he has become so obsessed that he has to do something to make Ji Li feel at a loss for him once.

The phrase "I like you" that he blurted out before the winter vacation was actually somewhat vindictive. Who would have thought that the other party was really at a loss. Speech materials, in front of thousands of classmates, can tease him across the crowd.

The countdown on the right side of the blackboard has officially changed from three digits to two digits, and the class that should be attended has long since ended.

After a round of review, the teacher actually doesn’t have a formal class. The daily class time usually jumps repeatedly between homework questions and test papers. If there are no questions to talk about, let everyone study by themselves. Laptop busy.Occasionally, when a student encounters a difficult problem and asks the question, the teacher will take the time to explain it, and when it encounters a representative one, it will be directly projected on the big screen, as a reserve that is worth collecting in everyone's wrong question book.

In addition, what the teacher does most is talk.

The teacher in charge of the class was fine. As the head teacher, Prophet Mao took almost everyone to the office for tea.

Ji Li's grades never made the teacher worry about it, but he also didn't escape the process of being called to talk about his life ideals.After returning to the classroom, Jian Mingyuan stared at him for ten seconds and took a deep breath.

He looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Jian Mingyuan said, "I just saw that you were called to have a heart-to-heart talk, and I suddenly felt that I had been sublimated."

In May, everyone gradually took off their winter school uniforms and padded jackets.

There is almost no spring season in Chongliu City. It only switches between summer and winter throughout the year. You have to wear a sweater to go out the day before, and you feel hot with a short-sleeved suit the next day.

But in the eyes of the teacher, the temperature jump during this period is the second largest, and the more important thing is the high incidence of diseases.Four or five people fell down in the classroom in just two days. Prophet Mao even patrolled with wind every day, and told him [-] times a day, "Be careful to keep warm when the weather is hot."

The class teacher left after the bell rang, and Jian Mingyuan lay on the desk to play with a pen cap: "Arranging two fewer papers every day is definitely more effective than us in keeping warm. If this continues, I will have to pass the college entrance examination sooner or later because of fatigue. Hospital."

Ye Ruhui turned his head: "No."

"why?"

"You think you ran 2000 meters a day for nothing this year?"

"Uh..." Jian Mingyuan has been ridiculed by the other party for the past two years, and he thought that he had already practiced the indestructible glass heart, but he didn't expect that it was because of a single sentence that directly broke his skills, and he didn't let this one because he took care of the classroom full of high school seniors. People were directly splashed with blood on the spot.

It's a pity that Jian Mingyuan got through the season change well, but Ji Li didn't make it through, and developed a high fever that night.

It happened to be the weekend at that time, Ying Yunsheng didn't wait for the ceremony after waking up, so he could only knock on the door of the dormitory next door, but when he opened the door, he saw the other party's eyes that were burning.The infirmary was not open on weekends, so he took him directly to the hospital.

Ji Li's lips were very pale, his face was flushed from a high fever, and his hands were wrapped in white medical tape because of the infusion bottle attached. Xin Xin teased others: "I am the one who takes the medicine, not you, don't make a sad face."

Ying Yunsheng watched silently as he finished drinking the medicine, went out for a while and came back with a sugar bowl in his hand.

Ji Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, I'm not that afraid of suffering."

If you drink too much medicine, you will always develop resistance, not to mention that this brewed medicine will not be as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine.

Ying Yunsheng said "hmm" to express his understanding, then lowered his head and rummaged through the sugar bowl, picked out one, peeled it off, and handed it to his mouth: "But does this conflict with my desire to give you sweets?"

Ji Li has been sick for a long time this time, even if he can go back to school, he still needs to take medicine on time every day.

He brought the sugar bowl back and put it on the desk, and poured out one pill from it after taking the medicine every day. Even after the illness was completely cured later, the habit of eating sugar did not stop.

For this reason, he specially bought a small box from outside. The washed colorful graffiti candy paper was slowly stacked up one by one per day, from the bottom of the box to the top of the box, like a strangely shaped counting device. The fleeting days are dyed with colorful colors.

After he ate the last candy, time finally ticked into June.

Ji Li Sanmo's score still did not fall to the first place in the grade, and even directly created a record of nearly 2 points away from No.[-] since the class was divided.

Although the gap at the top of the pyramid in Ying Yunsheng's science class is not so severe, the total score can still make many students doubt their lives.

At that time in the school, I don't know who was the leader. They always joked that they might have two champions this year, and they would still be double-yolk eggs that could be directly recorded in history.The person who talked too much also heard about it more or less. Ji Li smiled and went to ask the other person what he thought about it. Ying Yunsheng thought for a long time and said, if he really got into the number one prize, use it as a gift to confess his love Will the success rate be higher?

Ji Li thought about it: "No."

"why?"

"It's not the gift that counts whether the success rate of confession is high or not, but the object."

The college entrance examination lasted for two days. When I experienced it personally, it always felt like a long time, but when it passed and I looked back, it was actually just a flick of a finger. There were no terrorist attacks, no zombie monsters, the invigilator would not eat people, and neither would the papers. In alien language, it's actually no different from any of their past exams.

After the school gate opened on the day of the exam, candidates from other schools flocked out, while candidates from our school were called by the teacher to gather in their respective classes.

Prophet Mao was relieved, "Don't think about it after the test, don't answer the answer, and don't always feel that if it was so and so, it might be so and so now", and finally threw out the topic: "Tonight, I will have a dinner with friends, I treat you, everyone Do you want fried chicken skewers or Japanese hot pot?"

The crowd cheered all of a sudden, and then started a heated debate about what to have for dinner.

At the end of the debate, traditional Chinese food won the final victory.

Four tables were booked in the hotel, and there was a stage set up at the end of the red carpet on the second floor. It was supposed to be performed by specially-invited people to perform opera and face-changing art at meal times every day. Unfortunately, this time the vacant stage was replaced by this time just after the actors came down. Group of graduates contracted out.

They were not eligible to participate in the school's New Year's Day celebration in their third year of high school, but Prophet Mao still held a small party in his class on the New Year's Day holiday. The students organized the process, designed performances, and prepared snacks and drinks.

And now it's almost the same as before. After all, there was no pre-rehearsal, and everyone couldn't really have no image when there were other people in the hotel, so they pulled out the rehearsed program and used it again.

For example, a certain boy once joined the Campus Cross Talk Association, and if he was taller, he recited a cross talk that he made up.

For example, a girl once participated in a campus singer competition, but she sang a graduation-themed folk song without registering again in her senior year of high school.

For example, some boys and girls once attended the New Year's Eve party of the second year of high school as members of the hip-hop club, and now they danced a street dance together on stage.

The only difference is that this time they don't need to pull the curtains tightly like thieves. On the contrary, no matter where they look, there are people holding their mobile phones to take pictures of them. They joked: "The children dance very well."

Ji Li got up when the people at the table started pouring wine on each other, walked out of the restaurant, and saw the bridge across the river in the distance.

The wind at night is much softer than that during the day, without the scorching heat. When it blows head-on, it still carries the moist breath of the river water, and there is also the aroma of wine when someone breathes.

Ji Li walked over: "Have you been drinking?"

Ying Yunsheng stood in front of the fence by the river, turned his head when he heard the voice, and smiled in his eyes: "Yeah."

It was rare for Ji Li to see him so undisguisedly happy, so he leaned over and sniffed: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much." Ying Yunsheng thought for a while and said, "Two or three cups."

Ji Li laughed: "Didn't you say that wine was bad?"

Ying Yunsheng pointed to the fishing boat docked by the river: "The wine brought by the boss is delicious."

Ji Li blinked.

Ying Yunsheng added: "It's apple-flavored."

"Do you want to go for a walk, sober up?"

"Ah."

There are many people along the river at night, most of them are men, women and children who take a walk after dinner. The river flows quietly under the moonlight, and the lights of fishing boats in the distance are sporadic.

Ying Yunsheng looked at the river: "I've always wondered whether eating on this kind of boat tastes better than at home."

Ji Li was stunned for a while before following his train of thought: "You mean the fishing boat restaurant by the river?"

Ying Yunsheng said "hmm": "When my parents were not divorced, they often didn't eat at home for a while, but they liked to go home after eating out and tell the other party how good they ate out. Someone invited me to a restaurant, and tomorrow I will say that I was invited to a farmhouse. Until later, there were several fishing boat restaurants around the Xiangjiang River.”

At that time, this way of dining on a boat was very popular when it first appeared because of its novelty. The money for booking a table was enough for ordinary people to go to a restaurant to hold a wedding banquet. Sublimated into the high-end ranks.

Adults are really not inferior to children when they are childish, such as Ying Yunsheng's biological parents.

"After they went home that day, they quarreled over who got on the boat first. The quarrel was more fierce than ever before. From the quarrel to the living habits, to the competition to find each other's shortcomings, and finally completely deviated from the beginning. The content of the quarrel. They disappeared the next day after the quarrel and never came back.”

But for Ying Yunsheng at that time, the word "fishing boat" became a problem that he couldn't figure out for a long time, nailing him to a forbidden place from which he could never escape.

"The fishing boat got the most votes when we chose the place for our class's break-up meal, so the head teacher brought us here. I tried it myself now, and I think the things on it are not very good." Ying Yunsheng said in a very soft voice, "It hasn't been done by you yet. tasty."

Ji Li smiled: "Then I'll do it for you next time."

"How about tomorrow?"

"can."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"can."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Also."

"You can say anything."

"Because I can say whatever you want."

"Then what if I say I want to be your boyfriend?"

"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng looked at him, even though he had expected the answer, but at this moment, there was still uncontrollable tension in his eyes: "Is it possible?"

Ji Li smiled and said, "Yes."

After the words fell, the person in front of him suddenly grabbed him, slowly inserted his fingers between his fingers, and crossed his fingers.

Ji Li leaned his waist against the railing by the river, and a soft kiss, with the unspoken passion of a young man, imprinted on his lips with the wind on the river.