serious about love

The air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and the windows were not all closed, leaving a gap.

The summer wind ran in through that gap, and slowly approached the two teenagers standing facing each other, kissing their youthful appearance.

Yanhao coughed lightly: "Is it okay to apply medicine without piercing it?"

Jiang Muxing looked at the top of the black hair under his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the few curled hairs: "It will take at least two weeks."

"So long..." Yan Hao scratched his ears and gave him a quick look, "Was it pierced?"

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "The scab will form in about a week."

Banquet good "oh".

Then there was no sound.

"The blister is on the inside of your right forearm, and it's easy to wear it when writing," Jiang Muxing said. "You will be unable to concentrate, which will affect your learning efficiency."

Banyan didn't respond.

Jiang Muxing glanced at the blisters on his arm: "The epidermis is all worn away. With the current weather, it will become infected and get better more slowly."

Yanhao still didn't respond.

Jiang Mu frowned, pointing to a chair by the dining table: "Sit there."

The world of good banquets shines brightly.

-

At the level that Yan Hao could touch, Jiang Muxing was very calm in everything he did, never in chaos, and never even hesitated when he couldn't make a move.

No matter what kind of things he is facing, he is very calm and indifferent.

The goal is accurate and the courage to move forward.

Jiang Muxing is not like a high school student who has not yet experienced the world, but a walker who has trekked in the desert of society for many years, with the tenacity after the wind and rain.

Even if the temperament is extremely cold, it will make people feel safe and unconsciously trust, depend on, and be obsessed with.

Yan Hao watched Jiang Muxing open the iodophor in a complicated mood, his eyes did not dare to be wanton, and he tried his best to restrain himself: "Squad leader, you..."

Jiang Muxing interrupted: "Be quiet."

Yan Hao's slightly parted lips were closed, but her eyes were still looking at him.

Jiang Muxing dipped some iodophor with a cotton ball: "Raise your hands."

The elbow of Yan Hao's right arm rested on the table, and he raised his forearm, revealing a large blister that was about to burst, and the surrounding skin was red, which was very eye-catching compared with the cold whiteness of other places.

Jiang Muxing cleaned the blisters neatly with iodophor, went to the kitchen to sterilize the needles, and picked blisters for Yanhao when he came back.

No expression, no emotion.

It seems that this incident will not leave any waves in his young years.

The darkness in Yanhao's heart surged up, he suddenly moved closer, and the hot and humid breath sprayed on Jiang Muxing's face.

Jiang Muxing was using a cotton ball to roll off the liquid for him. When he shook his hand, the cotton ball poked the blister.

Yanhao gasped in pain.

Jiang Muxing said coldly, "Can't you be more honest?"

Yan Hao forced himself to smile calmly: "I didn't know that you, the monitor, are so timid, and you get scared just by getting close."

Jiang Muxing's face was sullen: "Still stubborn."

Yan finally laughed, turned his head to the wall clock on the wall, and then turned his head back to see Jiang Muxing's thin lips pursed together, his Adam's apple moved, and he made a swallowing movement, and he didn't know if he was thirsty or hungry.

Song Ran and Jiang Muxing are just sitting at the same table. One lives in school and the other goes to school. They don't have much contact with each other after school.

Nine out of ten friends who brought the ointment were met by Jiang Muxing from work, people from the society.

Could it be the same guy who called him in the bar last time?

What kind of friends, what do you talk about when you meet, is there any physical contact, will Jiang Muxing smile in front of each other...

Yanhao cared nervously, and when he came back to his senses, all the liquid that flowed out of the blisters was gone, and he looked straight at Jiang Muxing: "Squad leader, what kind of girl do you like?"

Jiang Muxing rolled his eyelids.

The banquet was good enough to take a sip of mung bean soup to cover up my temptations and nervousness: "This is the hottest topic in our school's post bar. Not only girls pay attention, but boys usually discuss a few words, and they are more curious."

Jiang Muxing threw the dirty cotton balls into the trash basket: "Apply the medicine yourself."

His tone sounded normal at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that he is angry.

Yanhao moved her lips, about to speak, when Jiang Muxing's voice sounded in her ears.

"Those things make sense after inquiring about them?"

Hearing these words, Yanhao suddenly thought of the glamorous girl who had liked Jiang Muxing for two years, failed to confess her love, and was crying in the carport.

At that time, the girl was like him, asking Jiang Muxing what kind of person he liked, and said that he would work hard in that direction, and he would definitely be able to do it.

Jiang Muxing said it was meaningless.

Yan Hao's face was pale, he stood up suddenly, and walked quickly into the bathroom with his head down.

When he came out, his bangs and sideburns were wet, the corners of his eyes were red, and his face was cold.

"Squad leader, what is meaningful to you?" Yan Hao wiped the drops of water from his eyelashes, "Only study?"

Jiang Muxing paused as he turned the cap of his pen: "No."

Yanhao raised his head in surprise.

"For me, the meaningful thing is to realize every plan." Jiang Muxing put his pen on the book, "Get what you want, have what you want, and the waiting process is also meaningful."

Yan Hao picked up his bangs and wiped his wet forehead. Although the answer was general, it was not perfunctory.

Everyone hopes that their plans can be realized, and ideals and reality can overlap.

But, apart from that, what about the little things?For example, a certain moment is also very meaningful?

Yan Hao thought, Jiang Muxing's feelings are too thin.

Or it is too restrained.

Jiang Muxing organized the textbooks and put them in his schoolbag: "The key points of each subject have been drawn out for you. During this period of time, you should review according to the study plan you have drawn up. You must do what you say and stick to it. Don't take 3 minutes. heat."

Yan Hao's thoughts came back: "Squad leader, if the news about your highlighting for me gets out, I will be ridiculed to death."

Jiang Muxing zipped up his schoolbag: "Don't worry about others."

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair and laughed lightly: "The key points of your plan are clearly marked and the real price will be very popular, and you can make a fortune."

Jiang Muxing glanced at him indifferently.

Yan Hao bowed his head.

"I will supervise you in your studies. I hope you can take care of yourself and prepare for the end of the semester." Jiang Muxing said to him, "If you need to see the notes of any subject, just ask me for it."

Yan Hao was a little confused: "Would you like to lend me the notes?"

"No, monitor, your notes," he stammered, his mind blank, "I, you, can I read it? Just give it to me, don't need me... just... um..."

"It's just notes." Jiang Muxing said.

That's all?Yan Hao's heart was in shock.

He didn't hear that any top student would lend his notes to anyone casually, only that he would spend money to buy them and copy them.

And it has to be returned as soon as possible.

Jiang Muxing even said that he would give it to him whichever subject he wanted.

Yanhao rubbed his hot face, thinking that Jiang Muxing had given him all the final points of the semester, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

I don't know if Jiang Muxing is so serious when he tutors others with their homework?

I really want to compare.

-

When the atmosphere was harmonious, Jiang Muxing answered the phone.

Yan Hao clearly noticed that his complexion sank in an instant, and even the breath around him changed.

Jiang Muxing grabbed his schoolbag and left.

Yanhao came to his senses, trotted to the porch and asked, "Squad leader, what happened?"

Jiang Muxing didn't respond, he quickly put on his sneakers, opened the door and went out, before closing the door, he said, "Remember to apply the medicine."

Yan Hao put Jiang Muxing's slippers on the shoe rack, and it might be a family matter to leave in such a hurry.

Jiang Muxing won't have a heart-to-heart with him, at least not for a while.

Jiang Muxing didn't come to class in the afternoon.

It was quickly circulated in the school, and there were no strange speculations. They all thought that there was something wrong with his family.

Everyone will only discuss Jiang Muxing's family situation again and sigh.

God didn't go too far and gave him a flaw.

—A very poor family.

Yan Hao stayed on until after school in a daze, lying on the table with his head resting on his arms, playing with a pen.

Xia Shui and Yang Cong called him to eat ice.

Yan Hao was not in the mood: "You two go, I won't go."

"If you don't go, how can I go with him?" Xia Shui looked disgusted, "If someone I know sees it, I will definitely talk about it and scare me to death."

Yang Cong sneered: "I don't want to go with you yet."

Xia Shui cupped his fists: "Then we have the same idea, and we will leave."

Yang Cong waved his hands like chasing a flying insect, turned his head and said hello: "Aren't you leaving?"

Yan Hao half-closed her eyes, her long eyelashes covering her dark pupils: "I'll have a party."

Yang Cong whispered to him: "Master, is your uncle here?"

Yan Hao: "Go away."

"Okay." Yang Cong bared his big white teeth, and smiled mischievously, "I'm going to compete at night, brother will take you flying."

The banquet didn't make sense.

After everyone in the classroom had left, he sat up and sent a message to Jiang Muxing.

-Squad leader, school is over, do you want me to collect your homework for you?

Jiang Muxing returned after nearly 10 minutes.

- No, I'm over.

-

Yanhao ate two candies and spread out the textbook to review.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Hao raised his head from the textbook as if in response, and looked sideways at the back door.

Jiang Muxing walked into the classroom, with the setting sun behind him, coating his outline with a golden-red halo.

Yan Hao caught a glimpse of something, and his expression changed again and again.

There was originally a band-aid on Jiang Muxing's hand, but he saw it in the hospital on the weekend morning.

Now there are two more.

One of the edges can vaguely see a bloodstain exposed, as if scratched by a fingernail.

Yan Hao got up and walked towards Jiang Muxing. He didn't pay attention when he was walking, and his knee hit the table. He instinctively hugged his leg and took a few steps back. As a result, he bumped into a pile of textbooks, homework materials and the like behind him, and they fell to the ground.

Banquet: "..."

Jiang Muxing strode over with a hoarse voice: "How are your legs?"

Yan Hao actually felt that his bones were about to break at that moment, and now he has eased up a lot, but he frowned tightly, as if the pain was terribly painful.

"Fizzy." Jiang Muxing said, "Stand aside."

Yan Hao didn't do that, and looked at the band-aid on his hand.

"Squad leader, what happened to your hand?"

Jiang Muxing was expressionless: "A little scratch."

Lying, Yan Hao's eyes moved to the gauze on his forehead, and the gloom in his heart was replaced by sadness and distress.

Jiang Muxing bent down to pick up the textbooks on the floor, which happened to be the case.

The shoulders of the two rubbed together, and they looked up at the same time.

Yan Hao looked at Jiang Muxing from an inch away, and saw himself in his eyes.

It's the banquet friend who likes Jiang Muxing.