The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

When they arrived at the community and were about to say goodbye, Wen Yan suddenly said, "The snowman is still there."

Jiang Han looked at the laughing snowman in front of him who was still alive, and subconsciously said, "Of course it's still there. The sun hasn't risen these days."

The air was quiet for a while, Wen Yan murmured in a low voice, "It will disappear in a few days..."

Like talking to himself.

Jiang Han paused, and noticed that Wen Yan didn't use the word "melt" but "disappear".

Only when something suddenly disappears can it be described as disappearing.

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, looked up at the blue and flawless sky and said: "Some things are too beautiful, so they are destined to be short-lived. People lament its ephemerality, but they will never forget its beauty .”

"Yanyan," Jiang Han turned his head to look at Wen Yan, "will I get you a bigger snowman next time?"

Wen Yan was silent for a long time, just when Jiang Han thought he should not be moved too much by his own warmth, Wen Yan suddenly said: "Is this how you usually chase girls?"

"what……"

Jiang Han was taken aback by the question, stayed for three seconds, and then smiled again: "Yanyan, you are so heartless, I am using my life's insights to comfort you."

After only three serious sentences, someone became narcissistic again: "Besides, do I still need someone to chase after my naturally beautiful appearance? Isn't this waiting in line?"

Then, the naturally beautiful Jiang Dajun, who was waiting in line for girls to chase after him, panicked when he saw Wen Yan approaching him head-on.

"Yanyan, you... what are you doing?"

"Thank you for agreeing with me with your body, and...you don't have to do this."

The tense tone he tried to hide betrayed his pretended calmness, Jiang Han swallowed his saliva, and blinked quickly a few times, he looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

When the distance between the two was a few centimeters, Wen Yan stopped, the bland expression on his face was in stark contrast to Jiang Han's flustered look.

"Big head." Wen Yan reminded.

Jiang Han reacted a second later: "Oh, what, big head..."

Realizing that Wen Yan was taking the cat, Jiang Han secretly cursed for nothing.

Handing the cat bag to Wen Yan, Jiang Han started to cast his eyes randomly: "Well, I'll go back first, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Jiang Han left, and that figure could be said to have fled in despair.

A few minutes after Jiang Han left, Wen Yan stood where he was and suddenly smiled.

That smile seemed to be dyed with winter and spring snow, but also seemed to contain the rising sun and warm sun, like a spring breeze and a hundred flowers blooming.

After returning, Wen Yan fed some water to the sluggish big head, and sterilized the wound.

Maybe because he knew what he had lost, the big head, who usually likes to yell to swear his territory, stopped barking now, and just lay sleepily on the carpet, motionless.

Xiaoqi came out of the room and saw Datou appearing at home, happily went to circle around Datou, and bit his own toy for Datou to play with.

An attitude of being very willing to establish friendly relations.

It's a pity that the big head is still immersed in his own sadness, and he doesn't talk to Xiao Qi.

Although it may not know what it has lost, the cat's life is about to change from now on.

Xiaoqi couldn't understand Datou's sadness, and he still gnawed on the toy persistently and wanted to play with Xiaoqi, his joy could be seen overflowing to the naked eye.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, and the joys and sorrows of animals are similarly incompatible.

Today's "painter" live broadcast was an hour late, and since the broadcast went live, they have been chatting about a new hero strategy after the game version has been updated.

Wen Yan clicked on the live broadcast and went to the balcony to water the flowers.

[Strawberry Maruko: Wow, great artist!This hero is so difficult, how did you manage to reach full level so quickly? ]

[Illustrator: I usually play more, maybe the points are higher. ]

[Strawberry Maruko: I play every game, but I'm still at the middle level. ]

[Illustrator: Girls don't need to be so powerful, as long as they have a boyfriend to protect them. ]

[Strawberry Maruko: Boom... Can you protect me, I don't even have a boyfriend. ]

[Illustrator: Maybe not, because I want to be everyone's boyfriend. ]

They said something cute on purpose, and then there were crazy "Can you be my boyfriend" in the barrage comment area, and some people even asked if they could get married in situ.

The painting style is so different that it doesn't look like a live broadcast room of a game anchor.

Coupled with the humorous Tai Chi tune, the enthusiasm of the fans was aroused.

[Are you a girl, how can you be so cute. ]

[Ahhhh!If you want to give birth to a monkey, please accept my Cupid love. ]

[Da Da is too humorous, please can we talk more...]

But after 10 minutes of connecting to the microphone, the artist proposed to go offline, and the barrage area was frantically swiping the screen again.

[Ah ah ah!Don't play games today? ]

[Kaji, I’m still waiting to see the painting. ]

[I have been looking forward to it for a long time, can Huahua have the heart to make people sad...]

Today is the first time that the artist has chatted with fans for so long without playing the game list. When he heard that he was going offline, a group of fanatic fans threw their excited hearts into the sky and were beaten back to the ground.

[Illustrator: Come here today, see you next week. ]

[Did you see my empty heart, it is empty for you. ]

[Ahhhh!Can you chat more with Huahua next time you go online? ]

[Looking forward to Huahua showing his face...]

Wen Yan listened for a while. In the past, he only watched the live broadcast of the game, and didn't play barrage and interact much.Listening to their chat for the first time today, I somehow feel that the anchor's speaking style is vaguely familiar.

Narcissistic, unscrupulous, somewhat like someone.

Wen Yan feels that he has been poisoned by Jiang Han too much recently, and everyone thinks he looks like him.

When he was about to quit the live broadcast, he heard the painter speak again.

[Illustrator: Let me ask you a question, have you ever encountered...um, the heartbeat will speed up? ]

As soon as this question came out, there were a lot of analysis and answers under the comments.

[Did you mean nervous, nervousness makes your heart beat faster. ]

[Heartbeat speeds up, there are many kinds.I can also be angry, has anyone made Huahua angry recently? ]

[Maybe there is someone I like, woo woo woo... Am I going to lose my love? ]

[Hua Hua is too tired from staying up late recently, pay attention to rest. ]

……

[Illustrator: There is no one I like, but... I have a friend. ]

As soon as this sentence came out, the comment area went faster.

[Friend's heart beats faster, that still likes her. ]

[Every time I get along with someone I have a crush on, my heart beats involuntarily. ]

[Although I am very disappointed, I still want to congratulate Huahua for having someone she likes. ]

[Isn't this just a heartbeat, woo woo woo... I want to know who is so good that Huahua likes it. ]

[The next time Huahua goes online, it won't be from the Civil Affairs Bureau...]

The comment area was full of analysis, and Wen Yan withdrew from the live broadcast.

The big head on the side recovered a little bit of energy, lying on Xiao Qi's body to play with the ball, the cat and the dog were quite involved in the game.

On the other side, in the room.

Jiang Han stared at the comment area of ​​the powerful and unconstrained style, and couldn't help frowning more and more tightly, and finally twisted into a twist of the century.

When the words "Civil Affairs Bureau" came out, Jiang Han leaned back heavily, cursed inwardly, and turned off the live broadcast.

He shouldn't have asked on the Internet, each of these answers was outrageous.

At the same time, I also admire the rich imagination of this group of netizens. It would be a pity not to be a detective.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Jiang Han picked up his phone and wanted to send a message to Wen Yan.

After typing a word, thinking about what happened this afternoon, he threw the phone away in annoyance.

That cold face in the afternoon kept appearing in front of my eyes.

Jiang Han scratched his hair irritably, and found that the self-control he was proud of had completely lost its effect when facing Wen Yan.

It must be because he has known each other since he was a child. He regards Wen Yan as a relative, so he has no resistance again and again.

Yes, it must be so.

must be so...

Forcing himself to figure out this problem, Colonel Jiang suddenly became enlightened.

As if nothing had happened, he sent a message to Wen Yan, and even asked Wen Yan whether he would go to watch him play tomorrow and admire his handsome appearance.

Of course Wen Yan refused, because he didn't want to listen to his rambunctious talk.

...

After school started, the temperature began to pick up, and the spring breeze in March was very cool and pleasant.The school's spring basketball tryouts started, and the notice of the picks was posted on the bulletin board.

This is an important annual event of the school, intended to encourage students to exercise more, and it is also a time to promote class unity.

This kind of activity does not need publicity, and naturally many people sign up to participate.

Even if you don't really want to participate in the competition, you will join in the fun and sign up, because you can escape the last self-study class.

Jiang Han has always been the main force in the basketball game, finally got the chance, and escaped openly all afternoon.

Usually in the afternoon, physics is taught. At the beginning of the class, the teacher will ask more questions, and turn a blind eye when the number of times is too high.

After all, even if Jiang Han didn't come for the whole semester, he could still get full marks in the exam.

Although Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School does not place emphasis on high-pressure education, it judges "heroes" based on their grades.Even if the grades are good, the teacher will not care if he does something bad.

A few days ago, Jiang Jiaguo would scold him when he saw it, and then asked Jiang Han to write a self-criticism or run a 3000-meter penalty.

But Jiang Han has a hippie smile on his face, [-] words of the [-]-word review were copied from the Internet, and the other [-] words were written about the harm of contemporary students' lack of physical exercise and the importance of students' physical and mental health.

After running 3000 meters, I can talk and laugh with others.

Jiang Jiaguo had no choice but to let him go.

During the afternoon break, Zhou Miao called Wen Yan and Li Shuyi to the office.

As soon as the two left, a small discussion started in the classroom.

"Hey, what do you think the teacher asked Wen Yan and the class representative to do?"

"Is there some kind of English competition, last time I heard the teacher too mention it."

"Even if it's a competition, don't call me to the office, it's so mysterious."

"Who knows, the teacher's mind is so difficult to guess..."

After one semester, the relationship between the two actually seemed delicate in the eyes of everyone in the class, not that there was any conflict, after all, no one had ever seen them say a few words.

But it was the subtle atmosphere of embarrassment, the competition among top students, and Wen Yan broke Li Shuyi's position as the number one in English.

It is impossible to say that there is no idea in my heart.

In the next few exams, Wen Yan also did better than Li Shuyi.

There is no shortage of gossip and theater in the class, and some rumors spread in the grade.