The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

September.

On the first day of school, Jiang Jiaguo entered the classroom and emphasized that the school was still about to start the exam, and the classroom was sluggish.

After Jiang Jiaguo left, the classroom was once again in a rush to copy homework, mainly in the back row.

Before the class schedule came out, Jiang Han and Wen Yan were playing games in the back row.

Under Wen Yan's supervision, Jiang Han finished all his homework for the summer vacation on time, and even took the initiative to write English neatly.

I changed the seats once in the morning, but most of them remained the same, and I slightly adjusted the ones that were slightly invisible.

Jiang Han and Wen Yan were still in the corner of the last row.

The sun slanted, and the twigs from the window spread in. Jiang Han saw the fine down on Wen Yan's face, and the snow-white skin was crystal clear under the sun, like the first sun shining on snow.

Jiang Han's Adam's apple rolled.

Now that I know my own mind, all of this has a different meaning.

He likes this person, Jiang Han thought.

This outsole is the throbbing of a teenager.

The classroom in midsummer, the flipping pages of the book, and the white shirt in the corner of the classroom.

Later, recalling the two of them's teenage years, Jiang Han will always remember and miss this day—on the first day of school, he looked at Wen Yan's face affectionately in the classroom, and the love in his eyes overflowed from his heart.

He liked this person so much that he liked him more than himself.

"Words..."

Jiang Han gave a soft cry, so affectionate and cautious.

Wen Yan's heart trembled slightly, and a drop of pen and ink smudged on the paper, like an ink flower slowly blooming in the snow.

"Words..."

Jiang Han was so focused on Wen Yan that he didn't notice, so he yelled again.

"... Mmm." Wen Yan looked back at him with downcast eyes.

Jiang Han was full of joy, and touched Wen Yan's finger: "It's nothing, I just want to call you."

In the afternoon, I was doing sanitation and moving books. Wen Yan originally arranged with a boy to set up a classroom in the art building, but Jiang Han switched with him.

The art building is on the westernmost side of the campus. The first, second and third floors are for office workers, the fifth and sixth floors are for musical instruments, and the fifth floor is closed. Only the sixth floor needs to be cleaned.

Because few people go, everything is very clean, enough for two people.

At four o'clock, the sun began to set.

Before leaving, Jiang Han went to the canteen to buy a bottle of yogurt for Wen Yan.

"Yanyan, a new type of yogurt has been released from Orange Pieces, I'll buy it for you to try next time."

Jiang Han leisurely embraced Wen Yan's shoulders, gently curling Wen Yan's soft hair with his fingers from time to time.

Wen Yan lowered his head and sipped the yogurt, feeling the cold and sweet fruit in his mouth: "I haven't finished the one in the refrigerator."

"Then buy it after drinking it."

The more you walk, the quieter you are, and the sycamore trees on the campus are rustling with the wind.

The sixth floor is the tallest building with a good view, and you can have a panoramic view of the whole school.

The sound of frolic in the playground came from time to time, and every corner of the campus was filled with cheerful voices.In the beginning of the school season, despite the pain of catching up with homework, everyone seems to be very enthusiastic and excited.

Among the five classrooms, Jiang Han was in charge of fetching water and mopping the floor, and Wen Yan was in charge of cleaning the glass and blackboard.Wen Yan seldom talks when he is serious about things, Jiang Han and Wen Yan can talk about everything when they are together.

"Speak."

"Ah."

"Have you slept well these days?"

"Sleep on time."

In the week since school started, Jiang Han didn't go to Wen Yan's house much.

"Oh... I didn't sleep very well, I kept dreaming."

"What did you dream about?"

"you."

Wen Yan blushed: "What did you dream about me?"

"I dream of everything, I know, I don't know."

Jiang Han feels wronged.

I dreamed that you deliberately seduced me in the dream, which was something I had never seen before, but I couldn't hold back the temptation, and then I was awakened.

Jiang Han wanted to hug Wen Yan, but Wen Yan avoided it: "Sweep the floor quickly."

Jiang Han lost his hand and dragged the ground in aggrieved way.

"Yanyan, there is a new billiard hall in the south of the city, when shall we go to play?"

"Ah."

Sweeping to the last classroom, the sun is completely westward, soaking the art building in a warm sun.

There is a piano in the corner of the classroom. The black and white keys that are not stained with dust show the meticulous care of the owner.

Wen Yan gently caressed the body of the piano with his fingers, as if greeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, greeting silently, nostalgic, yet unfamiliar.

What Jiang Han turned his head to see was this scene, Wen Yan's back staring at the piano in a daze, Wen Yan always had a sense of loneliness, not being part of the group, alone in the world, alone.

Always make him feel bad.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan from behind like a treasure: "Yanyan...play the piano."

"But..." Wen Yan looked at his hand with blank eyes, "...I haven't played for a long time."

Jiang Han held Wen Yan's hand, put it on the keys, and murmured: "Yanyan, play it for me."

Play the piano for me later.

That night of cuddling, Jiang Han said so.

The soothing sound of the piano sounded slowly, like wind, rain, or fog, echoing in the empty classroom, and was carried away by the midsummer evening wind, drifting away with the setting sun.

Jiang Han just leaned against the balcony, his eyes were quiet and filled with infinite warmth, looking at the young man soaked by the setting sun.

The light shone on the boy, as if walking from a dream.

Wen Yan is as beautiful as a dream.

Jiang Han heard his own heartbeat.

He is always moved by Wen Yan.

"...not very well played."

"Yan Yan, you are already fine."

The setting sun shone on Wen Yan, as if casting a ray of light on him.

"Words..."

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan against the white wall, staring straight at him.

At this moment, the pupils of the two reflected each other, and there was no room for anything else.

"Words..."

I really like you.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan's beautiful clear eyes, and felt the urge to kiss Wen Yan.

Because I like it, I tremble with fear, so I walk on thin ice.

"Words..."

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly: "...Why do I like you so much?"

Wen Yan slowly wrapped his arms around Jiang Han's waist.

I like you too.

Jiang Han, rounding it up, I think you confessed to me.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan, and Wen Yan's hands naturally wrapped around Jiang Han's shoulders.Jiang Han holding Wenyan is always the posture of holding a child, which gives him a sense of security.

He put Wen Yan on the table, and the two looked at each other.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan's face soaked by the setting sun for a while, raised his hand and slowly traced Wen Yan's outline.

From the corner of the eye, to the cheek, to the chin.

Finally, he stroked Wen Yan's lips again.

Wen Yan looked at him.

Jiang Han raised Wen Yan's chin, looked at that beautiful face, and said in a gentle voice, "Yanyan, you belong to me for the rest of your life."

Gentle and affectionate, but domineering and undeniable.

Wen Yan buried his head in Jiang Han's arms, smelling his breath greedily: "Brother Han, I have always belonged to you..."

Jiang Han's heart trembled slightly, and he gently rubbed Wen Yan's fine hair: "Yanyan, you are so good..."

Why is his Wen Yan so obedient? It's so obedient that it makes him feel bad.

Wednesday is the start of school exams, and the weather finally started to cool down.

After several heavy rains, the air after the rain was very fresh and the sky was blue and clear.

In the morning, Jiang Han bought breakfast and waited downstairs for Wen Yan.

In the past few days, Jiang Han would buy breakfast in advance and wait for warm words, and then the two of them would take the bus to school together.

Eggs, steamed dumplings, and soup cakes. There was some peanut butter on the soup cakes. After a few mouthfuls, Wen Yan didn't eat any more, and Jiang Han ate the rest.

The morning bus was still crowded, Jiang Han held Wen Yan in his arms.

"Is there no cat food at home? Why don't you go to the supermarket to buy some after the exam? There seems to be no yogurt."

Wen Yan didn't correct his word "home": "There's no more dog food, we can buy them together."

Someone broke into the road ahead, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the people in the car fell forward one after another.

Jiang Han protected Wen Yan, jokingly said, "Yanyan, you can hug me."

Wen Yan blushed: "...I'll be there soon."

The first mathematics test, the seats arranged according to the results, for those who want to "trick", it is another lonely struggle with no help.

"It's sad to pass the pass, pass the pass, when will this bad school exam be cancelled?"

Wang Junlin complained in the classroom.

"In the next life, or your ancestral grave is smoking and you will become the principal."

Luo Qing answered.

"I'm going to be the principal, and I'll be the first to abolish the class inspection system!" Wang Junlin was furious, "What's the difference between this and disguised surveillance!"

Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School has a "shift check system", three checks a week, the time is uncertain, the location is uncertain, and the personnel are uncertain, mainly checking "high-risk groups" with mobile phones.

Last semester Wang Junlin was confiscated by Gargamel with two mobile phones, one was collected in the toilet cubicle, and the other was also collected in the toilet cubicle.

No one is lucky.

"You can steal it back." Wu Fei Youyou came up with an idea, "The lock on Gargamel's drawer was broken yesterday, and no one has been found to fix it. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait until graduation to get it."

Wang Junlin blinked his eyes, and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Good idea!" After being excited for less than half a second, he came back to his senses and said in a low voice, "Fuck! Are you cheating me? How can you steal four surveillance cameras!"

Wu Fei showed a not-so-stupid look in his eyes: "I really thought you were going to go to the office under surveillance to steal openly."

Wang Junlin had a toothache all over his face: "Elderly phones are also accepted! This is really hard to find anyone."

Luo Qing couldn't help laughing at the side: "Don't play with your phone in the toilet, you will run into Gargamel."

Wang Junlin: "Damn! I'll be constipated a few more times."

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and Xue Lei was promoting the "Haunted House" event again. This time, he changed to another house. When he arrived at Wang Junlin's place, he was kicked away by Wang Junlin before he could say a word.

Ten minutes before the exam, Jiang Han briefly explained a math problem to Wen Yan. Wen Yan thought about it and put down his pen.

College calculus.

"Understood?" Jiang Han asked.

Wen Yan nodded, thinking quickly in his mind: "I roughly understand."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows: "It's really smart."

As a reward, Wen Yan was stripped of a caramel.

Wen Yan put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and bulged his cheeks slightly.

Jiang Han couldn't hold back his smile, and scratched the tip of Wen Yan's nose: "Just like a little milk cat."

No one in the classroom noticed this movement, and Wen Yan couldn't help but blushed.

The exam time passed quickly, and the first day was finished quickly, and there was no late self-study.

After leaving the campus, the two walked to the supermarket.

Jiang Han took a trolley, went around the supermarket, and filled up the trolley.

"Yanyan, do you like strawberry jelly?" Jiang Han asked Wen Yan holding the pink box.

Wen Yan hesitated for a few seconds: "...I haven't eaten."

"Then take one and taste it first,"

Jiang Han threw the things into the car: "I like to eat and I will buy it next time."

Jiang Han threw several packs of snacks into the car in succession, and there was no more room in the car.

Seeing that Jiang Han wanted more, Wen Yan stopped him: "Enough is enough, I can't finish it in a few months."

"Eat slowly if you can't finish eating, it's all what you like."

Jiang Han took a few more bags of Huamei, and then pushed the cart full of things to the cashier.

The thing was very heavy, Wen Yan asked to carry it, Jiang Han gave him the lightest one.

It was another sunset day, and the sunset was glowing, the roadside stalls were hawking along the street, and the office workers came out for a walk.

"Yanyan, the weather is really nice today."

"Ah."

"Such a fine day for walking, playing chess, playing ball, and fishing."

Jiang Han liked every day with Wen Yan.

"Fishing... is it fun?"

Wen Yan couldn't help asking, this doesn't seem like something Jiang Han would do.

In fact, it was indeed not something Jiang Han would do, but was forced by Jiang Yong, saying it was for self-cultivation.

"Fishing is just sitting there," Jiang Han said, "When the hook is moving, you just pull it up to have a look. It's boring."

The author says:

Trembling, as if facing an abyss, as if walking on thin ice. From "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Xiaoman".