The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In mid-February, school started early. First, the opening ceremony of the third year of senior high school was held, and then there were various speeches in the last half of the semester.

In fact, time flies quickly, three years, and in a blink of an eye, there are only four months left.

In June of midsummer, a noisy youth will come to an end.

Last year's New Year's Day did not hold a program, but also to let everyone adjust their mentality. This year, the Lantern Festival School decided to hold a party.

Each class can produce a program, the content is not limited, as long as it is positive.

Rehearsal is inevitable, and Zhao Ying spent three days making a sketch script.

The title is "Graduation Season", which is very appropriate.

Everyone in the class has a role to play, and everyone is also the protagonist in their own youth.

The leading actors are Wang Junlin, Luo Qing and Xue Lei. The three of them have set up a stage before, so they have experience.

It is a scene of an exam - the final exam, the parents are notified of the results, as representatives of the top students, the middle students and the low-level students, the three of them sit in a row, pass the answer with their own ghosts, and are caught by the teacher in the end.

Others also have roles, but not many.

The final sublimation is a turn of time. The teenagers and girls who used to wear school uniforms have faded away from their innocence and become adults after the precipitation and polishing of time.

Years will smooth the edges and corners, but ideals and love will never be destroyed.

Forever young, always enthusiastic - the last autobiography.

The end of the story is a youthful melody, because I want to have more feeling, so I want to use the live version.

But it has been a long time to choose someone, and everyone is worrying about it.

Piano or guitar are not uncommon instruments, and there are a few people in the class who can, but they are not what Zhao Ying wants.

Just when she was at a loss, she suddenly saw Wen Yan.

The boy lowered his eyebrows, his white shirt was blown up by the wind, and the warm sun shone on his body, as if it had been dyed with light.

The quiet boy in youth novels should be like Wen Yan.

Gentle and quiet.

Not knowing what Jiang Han whispered in his ear, Wen Yan smiled faintly.

It's no wonder that so many girls like Wen Yan, who wouldn't be tempted by such an outstanding young man.

By chance, she walked over and asked, "Student Wen Yan, can you play the piano?"

Just asking intuitively.

Wen Yan made a difference, before he could speak.

Jiang Han took the conversation, and said in an unserious tone, "Sister Ying, those who want me, shouldn't they ask me first?"

Zhao Ying smiled: "Then Mr. Jiang, can you lend me your man?"

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, resting his hands lazily on Wen Yan's chair, as if protecting the calf: "Then I have to ask my wife."

The two had a good relationship, and neither of them took this seriously.

Wen Yan pinched Jiang Han lightly from the bottom, it didn't hurt or itch, just like scratching an itch, Jiang Han leaned into Wen Yan's ear and whispered: "Yanyan, just refuse if you don't want to go, don't feel embarrassed."

Wen Yan shook his head lightly, looked up and said to Zhao Ying, "But I don't play very well, I haven't played for a long time."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ying's eyes lit up instantly, and she hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, what I want is the feeling, I am very grateful if I can agree. I will send you the score later, it won't take too much time, the score I've deleted half of it..."

The party was on Wednesday, and all classes were working overtime to rehearse.

Due to his experience, the rehearsal progress of the skit was very fast. The protagonist Wang Junlin was cheerful all the way outside of the rehearsal, and he carried out the errand work vividly.

Soon on Wednesday, because of the need to prepare in advance, all 06:30 began to enter. In the auditorium with 2000 people, the noise was loud and the stage was huge.

Seats are arranged according to class, and the third class is in the middle, neither far nor near, so the location is not bad.The seat is a soft seat similar to a movie theater, and you can put a water glass.

After a long time, Jiang Han bought yogurt and drinks for Wen Yan, and brought some snacks.

There are thirteen programs, each of which is about 10 minutes long, and the time for dancing performances will be shorter.

At seven o'clock, it was dark, and the party officially began.

The lights in the auditorium were all extinguished, and then suddenly turned on and converged on the stage.

The figure of the male and female hosts appeared in the center of the stage, and the final speech before the show began.

Next to Wen Yan is Jiang Han, and next to Jiang Han is Wang Junlin.

Then surrounded by familiar people.

I bought yogurt with a straw, Jiang Han shakes it well and inserts the tube, so that it is easy to drink.

There were whispering voices all around. It was hard to have such a large appreciation party. After a week of anticipation, everyone was very excited.

In the dark, Jiang Han peeled off a candy and put it in Wen Yan's palm.

"Yanyan, try the new blueberry flavor."

"Yeah." Wen Yan put the candy in his mouth.

Jiang Han naturally took the packaging: "Do you like it, and you will buy it next time?"

Wen Yan squinted his eyes: "Sweet and sour."

That's liking, Jiang Han chuckled, scratched Wen Yan's palm: "I bought it next time and put it in the refrigerator."

When the lecture was over and the host was about to leave the stage, Wang Junlin poked Jiang Han's hand, his tone excited, as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey...Brother Han, isn't that your ex-girlfriend!"

After the words fell, Jiang Han clearly felt that Wen Yan's gaze was light and without substance.

Jiang Han's face froze, and he subconsciously looked at Wen Yan, but Wen Yan had already turned his gaze back.

Jiang Han glared at Wang Junlin, wishing to block his mouth: "Can you suffocate you if you don't speak?"

Ex-girlfriend or not, Jiang Han no longer remembers, but he still remembers the last time the billiard hall gently ignored him.

Didn't even enter the door.

Received the eyes of eating people, Wang Junlin shut up awkwardly: "Just talk about it, don't care, don't care..."

The small episode passed, and there was a show ahead, Jiang Han was peeling candy and giving snacks, and he was extremely attentive.

Wen Yan's expression was very calm, nothing unusual, as if the glance just now was just Jiang Han's illusion.

Jiang Han called out "Yanyan" in a low voice, and hooked Wenyan's fingers in the dark, a little flattering: "Yanyan, are you thirsty, do you want some water?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "I'm a little full."

Jiang Han squeezed Wen Yan's palm, feeling satisfied in his heart: "Well, then I won't feed you."

The program was ranked seventh, and when it was almost time, everyone went to the backstage to prepare in advance.

Since everyone has to go on stage, it is impossible to really move so many exam seats, so except for the main personnel, everyone else is on the stage with cushions to act as a background board.

You don't need to practice deliberately, just like doing quiet exams, do some body movements naturally.

The personnel were divided into two waves. The first group wore school uniforms and played first; the latter group played at the end to show everyone's adult appearance.

In the end, there was piano accompaniment to enhance the atmosphere, and then everyone came out to take a curtain call and say their own words.

The lights shone on the three protagonists, Wang Junlin's words were exaggerated, and his neck stretched out when copying homework.

After the invigilator saw the drink and stopped, he turned his back and asked Luo Qing for an answer.

But Luo Qing ignored him, and the middle school student focused on Xue Lei.

However, Xue Lei is huge, and Luo Qing didn't even see the shadow of the paper, scratching his ears and heart in anxiety.

Taking advantage of his height, he sat up halfway, scribbling answers on the paper while aiming.

"Fatty, move your butt to the side."

"Can't you, the saliva is going to fall on my face."

Luo Qing has done this before, so the acting is very natural.

Because everyone resonated, the audience below was also watching and laughing constantly.

When he was about to sit down, Wang Junlin accidentally hooked on the stool, and Luo Qing lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The audience roared with laughter.

This is a small climax, followed by the severe criticism of the invigilator played by Chen Hao, but the three of them are glib and push each other, which makes everyone laugh.

A common scene in campus life, the school leaders are also open-minded, and did not prohibit such themes.

After all, who hasn't been young and frivolous.

Punishment is of course being punished. I warn everyone that learning is their own, and don't always think about detours.

The overall lighting of the stage is dim, with a spotlight in the center for a more realistic effect.

The story is coming to an end, and Zhao Ying reminds the staff to end, sublimating the theme.

The scene is a reunion of classmates after ten o'clock. Everyone changed their appearance more or less, some burst into tears, or sang with emotion.

There is only one youth, and the past will never last.

So take good care of it and live up to your years.

Time intersects, youth and years, immature and mature.

Every stage has new insights, and every stage is the best self.

In the end, the audience asked to do dumb movements, imagining what the scene and appearance of their class reunion ten years from now.

Some people's eyes were red, and they were touched by the scene.

Maybe this June, some people will never see each other again in their lifetime.

The passerby of youth remains in the memory.

The piano sounded, blending into the atmosphere.

Everyone in the audience was immersed in emotions, only Jiang Han was quietly watching his boy.

Youth is like a song, and time is like an arrow.

No one knows what the future will hold.

Since then, the story has ended and the "graduation season" has begun.

All the performers came to the stage to thank, and Zhao Ying said thank you in front.

The applause of youth was roaring and grand, and lasted for a long time.

Where no one knew, Jiang Han held Wen Yan's hand, and the two held hands together, as if they were holding hands for years to come.

They will keep going.

After the scene, Luo Qing's expression collapsed in an instant, and he chased Wang Junlin and hit him: "Old Wang at the bottom of the bed! If I die in the future, I'll fuck you forever..."

Wang Junlin hid in the crowd: "Who knew where you fell, there's a fucking [-]% chance of being hit by you!"

"Are you fucking indiscriminate between left and right?"

"I never fucking do military training!"

Luo Qing froze for two seconds, picked up the shoes and threw them over, spitting three feet high: "Then you didn't say it earlier during the fucking rehearsal!"

God knows how painful it was when I accidentally fell, the pain is really painful, and the anger is also real.

Wang Junlin hid quickly.

"Who knew you'd fall on your dick..."

The originally dull atmosphere was completely wiped out by this commotion, and the people around burst into laughter: "Lao Luo, no wonder you acted so realistically just now."

Isn't it realistic? I almost cried on the spot

The interval between a show is 3 minutes. After the performance, everyone returned to their seats.

Wang Junlin was the last one to return to his seat, like a thief, he only took his seat at ease after making sure that Luo Qing was far away from him.

Seeing the snack in Jiang Han's hand, Jiang Han slapped it away before he touched it.

Jiang Han: "If you want to eat, buy it yourself."

Wang Junlin rubbed his red hand and grinned, "Brother Han, why are you acting like a daughter-in-law?"

Jiang Han said in his heart that it was for his wife to protect his daughter-in-law.

Thinking of what happened just now, Jiang Han's teeth itch in his heart, and he was annoyed: "Is it okay?"

Wang Junlin shut up.

The next few programs are singing and chorus. Everyone is not as interested as in the beginning. They secretly played with their mobile phones while the teacher was away.

I don't know who said "so spicy", and then everyone's attention was shifted to the stage.

In the penultimate dance program, a combination of jazz and Latin, several tall girls in black tights danced in unison.

The atmosphere in the audience was obviously explosive, and the screams of men and women kept ringing out.

Wang Junlin's eyes were straightened, he clicked his tongue again and again, and while patting Jiang Han's hand, he said, "Good guy! Brother Han, these two, three, four...five...six school beauties are all your ex-girlfriends!"

Jiang Han: "..."

The air was frozen like death, and a strange and suffocating atmosphere spread silently. Jiang Han's movements froze there, and he didn't move for a long time.

If there was a knife, he felt that he would definitely chop it now.

As long as a century has passed, Jiang Han's first reaction was to turn his head to look at Wen Yan.

In the darkness, Wen Yan's expression was unclear, with a soft profile, looking forward.

Jiang Han yelled "Yanyan", very pitiful, like a big wolf dog who has done something wrong and is waiting for his master to forgive him.

It was very noisy and the light was very dark. Wen Yan didn't seem to hear him, and didn't even give him a look.

Jiang Han was at a loss and wanted to pull Wen Yan's hand, but before touching it, Wen Yan moved his hand away, picked up the bottle and drank the yogurt slowly.

"Words..."

Jiang Han looked pitifully and aggrievedly at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan still didn't look at Jiang Han, nothing could be seen on his face: "Let's watch the show in peace."

Jiang Han wanted to hug someone, but it was difficult to hug so many people. He wanted to hold hands, but he was afraid of being rejected.

Wang Junlin still wanted to talk, but Jiang Han glared at him with murderous eyes, his eyes were as cold as ice in March.

Wang Junlin shuddered, swallowed hard, his teeth were chattering: "I disappear, I disappear..."

He had no doubt that Jiang Han wanted to kill himself right now, so he decided not to speak.

In the following time, Jiang Han glanced at Wen Yan from time to time to observe Wen Yan's expression, but Wen Yan's face was calm, so he was not sure.

It was hard to live like a year. When the party was about to end, Jiang Jiaguo called him away.

Before he could say a word, he was dragged away by a group of people.

Jiang Jiaguo set up a mathematics class. Every evening, self-study would ask some top students to do typical questions for the college entrance examination, and then pass them on to the class. It is a way of learning.

After hastily finishing the topic, Jiang Han glanced at his phone, and sent Wen Yan a message when he left, but Wen Yan didn't reply.

His heart skipped a beat, Wen Yan seldom didn't reply to his messages, even if it was a simple "good night", Wen Yan would reply.

Before he had time to think about anything, Jiang Han called Wen Yan.

When he pressed the dial, it showed that he was on the call all the time. Jiang Han was a little flustered. He couldn't feel at ease if he didn't see Wen Yan.

Hurry to the community, and when he arrived at the community, Wen Yan sent him a message back.

[Jingluo: My brother is here, he was outside just now. ]

[Whale Fall: You may have to go back later, you should sleep first. ]

Seeing the news, Jiang Han felt relieved, his brows unknowingly relaxed.

[JH: Okay, then do you want me to pick you up? ]

I added another sentence.

[JH: Stop by my brother. ]

There is no return.

Putting down his phone, Jiang Han hummed a few songs, and turned into Wen Yan's balcony.

Jiang Han has the key, and since the relationship was confirmed, Wen Yan gave him a key, but he got used to it.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the living room lights were dimmed, and Wen Yan opened the door with a key.

As soon as the person came in, he was hugged.

Jiang Han clung to Wen Yan like a big wolf dog, rubbing against Wen Yan's neck: "Honey, I was wrong..."

Acting like a baby, being good, begging for forgiveness.

Wen Yan paused: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Jiang Han couldn't put it down and touched Wen Yan's tender cheek: "I'm waiting for you."

Wen Yan couldn't understand the relationship between the two, so he pushed him away: "It's so hot."

"Oh."

Jiang Han let him go, and he followed Wen Yan wherever he went: "Yanyan, the clothes are ready for you."

"Baby, the air conditioner is already on."

"Baby, are you hungry..."

Following all the way to the bedroom, Jiang Han saw something in Wen Yan's hand, and couldn't help asking, "Yanyan, why did you go?"

Just now Jiang Han kept holding back from asking, not wanting to be too obvious, but finally couldn't help it.

He wanted to know everything about Wen Yan.

"I'm going on a business trip temporarily, so stop by and have a look."

Wen Yan put the box into the cabinet, stood up and explained, "A supplementary biological gift."

Jiang Han glanced a few times, feeling a little sour: "Yanyan, it's so well preserved."

Wen Yan glanced at him, almost a look, he knew what Jiang Han was thinking: "I'm afraid I'll lose it when the time comes."

After a few seconds, he said softly, "I've put away yours too."

It was about the wooden doll that Jiang Han gave.

It was still cloudy just now, but now it is cloudy and sunny, Jiang Han's brows were filled with joy, and he couldn't help kissing Wen Yan: "Honey, are you not angry?"

Knowing that he was going to start clinging again, Wen Yan went into the bathroom: "Don't pile up the clothes, it will smell..."

"okay."

When Wen Yan came out of the shower, he just turned off the light when Jiang Han carried him to the bed.

"Yanyan, you smell so fragrant..."

Jiang Han's way of coaxing people to apologize is clingy, using both love and coquettish words, making people blush and heartbeat, and Wen Yan can't stand it every time.

Hanging on his body like a koala, groping dishonestly with his hands and feet, pushing him gently: "It's so heavy..."

Jiang Han kissed the back of his hand and pecked lightly: "Baby...you didn't reply to my message."

Jiang Han's ability to sensitively perceive Wen Yan's emotions is not exact, but a kind of telepathy, or a tacit understanding.

He knew that Wen Yan cared.

In the dark, Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan sincerely, expressing his heart without reservation: "Baby... don't be unhappy, I only like you."

As if wanting Wen Yan to feel all his heart, Jiang Han wished he could show Wen Yan his heart.

"Baby, can you give me a kiss?"

Wen Yan didn't speak, Jiang Han nuzzled Wen Yan's cheek lightly: "Honey, I was wrong... If you are not relieved, you can punish me to kneel on the washboard, just don't ignore me..."

The people on him were getting more and more aggressive, and Wen Yan called out "Jiang Han".

Soft and low.

Jiang Han kissed Wenyan's earlobe, coaxing gently.

The two of them were sticky for a while, Wen Yan touched Jiang Han's neck, there was no jade pendant there, and he was not used to losing his hand for a while.

Jiang Han smiled lightly: "Yanyan, you see I gave you everything."

Wen Yan turned to the beginning, and after looking at the moonlight shining in from the window for a while, he calmly said, "Jiang Han, I will care, because you were not at first."

So even after knowing that Jiang Han likes him, Wen Yan will still worry about gains and losses.

"Like" itself is a false proposition. Whether you get it or not, it will make people worry about gains and losses.

Wen Yan is a cautious person, he has never gained anything, so he only tries again and again.

It wasn't until Jiang Han stretched out his hand towards him and walked 99 steps that he dared to hand it over bit by bit.

Jiang Han understood all of Wen Yan's timidity and fear, so he only felt more distressed.

His gentle words have always been an insecure person.

Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's palm, and the two interlocked their fingers with a calm and peaceful force: "Yanyan, you said that one is born and the other is bent, but I am not,"

Looking at Wen Yan with burning eyes, Jiang Han said softly: "I just like you. Before you, I have never liked anyone else, I only like you."

The air was very quiet, Wen Yan was stunned, and hugged Jiang Han little by little, his tone aggrieved: "Jiang Han, do they have me?"

Jiang Han's heart ached instantly, and he kissed Wen Yan's eyes: "Yanyan, I just copied my homework."

Jiang Han never cared about it before, and lived a carefree life. Maybe God wanted to punish him, and he probably suffered "retribution" here.

Wen Yan was unhappy and sad, and Jiang Han felt even more uncomfortable.

"Yanyan, it's my fault, don't be unhappy."

"Jiang Han," Wen Yan buried his head in Jiang Han's arms, like a cat seeking comfort, "Why did you have so many girlfriends before?"

Nobody cares about being jealous.

Wen Yan is a cowardly person, so he shrinks himself back.

Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan's eyebrows and murmured over and over again: "Baby, I only like you..."

It was very quiet late at night, with cicadas singing and moonlight shining through.

Listening to Jiang Han's heartbeat, Wen Yan felt at ease, and rubbed her arms lightly: "Brother Han, I'm sorry, I made trouble for no reason."

Jiang Han felt distressed: "Baby, tell me everything, don't hide it."