serious about love

The corridor was very quiet. The torn paper in the corner was blown towards Yan Hao. When he heard the noise, he shifted his vision there and saw a small half of a red ballpoint pen on the paper. There was a faint name on the edge of the paper. strokes.

The note should have been thrown out by some class when they went downstairs to take out the garbage. There are traces of being rubbed. I don't know the story behind it.

The emotions of youth are pure and vigorous.

Yanhao remembered that he had written many love letters and notes to Jiang Muxing, but never sent them out.

Secret love is a surge hidden in an unknown place.

-

Yan Hao stood up from the steps: "Squad leader, it's so hot today, almost 35 degrees, tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang, and while he was answering, he watched Jiang Muxing turn and go upstairs: "Dad, why are you calling me at this hour? Didn't sleep?"

It was almost 04:30 in the morning over there.

Yan Mingcheng's voice was hoarse: "The meeting was just over."

Yan Hao sat back on the steps: "You are so old, why do you have to work so hard?"

Yan Mingcheng was angry: "Son, your father and I are in the prime of life."

Say hello to the banquet: "Okay."

Yan Mingcheng heard his son's perfunctory, his handsome complexion was dark as hell, he was just forty, and he was strong and strong, how could he be so old?

"I'll let your mother talk to you."

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment: "Mom is with you?"

"Come here on a business trip. I just arrived not long ago." Yan Mingcheng called out, "My wife, my son is waiting."

The other end was replaced by a very gentle voice: "Okay."

Yan Hao's nose is slightly sour.

Ni Qing whispered softly, "Let's take the final exam today."

Yan Hao bowed his head: "Yes."

Ni Qing just mentioned it, but didn't ask carefully: "When will you come to my mother?"

Yanhao coughed and cleared her throat: "Mom, my summer vacation is not over."

Ni Qing was immediately unhappy: "When the promised summer vacation comes, my mother bought you a lot of clothes."

"School will start in mid-August. I have to learn to drive and make up lessons. There are many things," Yanhao said, "Let's wait for the National Day."

Ni Qing pretended to be angry: "You don't come here on National Day."

The banquet is funny: "National Day must pass."

Ni Qing was dissatisfied: "The National Day of Senior High School will only be released for three days at most. How long can you stay if you run back and forth?"

Yan Hao scratched the tip of his nose: "No, there is still Chinese New Year."

Ni Qing sighed: "You don't miss me and your dad at all."

"No," Yan Hao lay on his knees, looking at the steps below, "I really want to."

The next moment he said softly: "Mom, happy birthday."

There was no sound on the phone.

The phone returned to Yan Mingcheng's hands, and he said in a stern tone: "Little brat, why did you make your mother cry?"

"You don't know that your mother can't stop crying every time, and your father will cost her half her life if I coax her?"

"Dad, you have a problem with your attitude." Yan Hao said, "Coaxing my wife means killing my life, and that's what I should do."

Yan Mingcheng choked: "You are young, you can."

Yanhao is modest: "It's okay."

"..."

Yan Mingcheng is smiling with a cigarette in his mouth, his son is introverted and paranoid, the only friend is the kid from the Yang family, he can't hang out with other peers, he is obviously much more cheerful in high school, and will be naughty with them.

"Then what, Dad," Yan Hao paused for a second, "I'll be there on National Day, and I'll tell you something then."

Yan Mingcheng popped out a sentence: "Are you in love?"

Yan Hao's heart skipped a beat.

Yan Mingcheng noticed that his son's breathing rate was wrong: "Did we really talk about it?"

Before Yanhao said anything, he heard his father say, "Then bring them here for the National Day."

Across the phone, unable to see his expression, Yan Hao couldn't guess his father's thoughts for a while, so he said without hesitation: "Aren't ordinary parents against puppy love?"

"You are an adult son, not a puppy love." Yan Mingcheng teased, "So, the object is a classmate from your school?"

Yan Hao's voice was very low, revealing the youthfulness of a teenager: "I'm still in a crush."

"What? Secret love?" Yan Mingcheng raised his voice, with a tone of hatred, "Are you still my Yan Mingcheng's son? Why are you so worthless?"

Banquet: "..."

"My situation is more complicated."

Yan Mingcheng is used to being a leader, and he is domineering: "What's the big deal, just chase after him."

Yan Hao pouted: "I'm chasing."

"Judging from your tone, it seems that the chase is not going well."

Yan Mingcheng laughed loudly with his chest trembling, and a pinch of ash fell from the cigarette around his mouth: "Do you want Dad to give you some advice?"

"No," Yan Hao said, "I will find a way myself."

Yan Mingcheng pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Then what is the National Day?"

Yan Hao wanted to get a vaccination, but he couldn't do it, so he pinched his brows in boredom: "Let's talk about the National Day."

Yan Mingcheng asked again, but got no results, so he had no choice but to give up, lest his son shrink back into the shell.

Yan Hao put his hands on his legs to support his face: "Today is my mother's birthday. I originally wanted to call her at night, but I didn't expect you to call me first."

Yan Mingcheng sighed: "I planned to go to your mother's place later to give her a surprise, but I didn't expect her to come to me first."

The father and son were relatively silent.

The banquet looked like a leaf fluttered outside: "Dad, you are going to celebrate Mom's birthday, so don't go to the company today, let go of work for a while, and stay with her."

"I want to let go of work, but your mother can't let it go. She brought a laptop with her when she came, and there is a video conference in the morning."

Yan Mingcheng uttered bitter words to his son in a rare way, "That's it, I'm going to coax your mother."

Before hanging up the phone, he said, "Play a video tonight."

Yanhao put the phone on his lap and wiped off the water stains on it. He heard footsteps behind him. He looked up and saw that it was Jiang Muxing, with a dazed expression on his face.

Jiang Mu walked down: "The class is hot."

Yanhao took a look at Jiang Muxing, thinking that he usually goes back to take a nap, and why he came to school at this hour.

"It's cooler in the corridor." Yanhao moved to the wall, "Would you like to sit here?"

Jiang Muxing shook his head: "I'm going to buy popsicles."

Yan Hao got up: "I will go too."

-

Jiang Mu walked out of the corridor, Yanhao jumped down the steps, walked into the blazing sun with him, and was swept away by a wave of heat.

The two stood in front of each other, separated by a step.

There was no one in the school, and the brick floor was scorched underfoot.

The camphor tree was swayed by the dry wind, Yan Hao followed Jiang Muxing through the light and shadow under the tree, and was covered in a fresh woody fragrance.

Jiang Muxing walked around the teaching building in a leisurely manner and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

Yan Hao still walked behind, still at the same distance. From the first year of high school to the second year of high school, one of the things he did most often was to peek at Jiang Muxing, and he did the best.

No one ever found out.

So his secret love has been intact so far, and has not been attacked by the world's bad words.

His face was hot from the sun, Yan Hao covered it with his hands and rubbed it, he didn't dare to look up, the sun hurt his eyes.

"Squad leader, it's going to be [-] degrees tomorrow. The day after tomorrow will be heavy rain. It will drop by a few degrees. The next two days will be around [-] degrees. The two days with the highest temperature will catch up with the end of the term."

Yan Hao muttered unconsciously, "When I was making the paper, my hands were glued to it, and there was still water on the table, it's really..."

After realizing that he was too wordy, the words of Yan Hao stopped abruptly. He took a big step and walked up from behind to stand side by side with Jiang Muxing, watching carefully from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Muxing turned his head suddenly.

Yan Hao tensed his back in an instant, like a frightened cat, panting cautiously and guardedly from his throat.

Jiang Muxing said casually, "Did you see the little ladybug again?"

Banquet: "..."

"No, no," he said, "I think you are really tall, monitor."

Jiang Muxing continued walking: "You are short."

Yanhao justified without thinking: "I'm 173."

Jiang Muxing stopped and looked at him sideways, his eyes seemed to say, isn't it, I can't tell.

Yan Hao didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he turned around and went back to back with Jiang Muxing, heel to heel, and said they wanted to compete.

When it was over, I realized what I was doing.

Yan Hao blushed in embarrassment, what an idiot, he said this in his heart, and a voice rang in his ear: "Compared, I'm still short."

The dignity of height overwhelmed the embarrassment and embarrassment, Yan Hao quickly turned around and looked up, frowned and said seriously: "I really have 173."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't conflict with your being short."

The banquet was delicious, and it took me a long time to mutter: "I will grow."

The hair on the top of the head is wilted.

Jiang Muxing turned his head to one side, his jaw tightened.

Yanhao thought that Jiang Muxing didn't believe it, so he decisively threw out his genes to increase his confidence: "My father is 183, my mother is 170, and I am definitely more than 173."

Jiang Muxing said two words: "Very good."

Yan was so stunned, although his parents were compatible, but the point of Jiang Muxing was...wrong?

-

There is only one small shop in the school, which is under the boys' dormitory.

Go down a few steps and enter through the semicircular stone gate, which is on the left.

When Yanhao and Jiang Muxing passed by, there were no other students in the small shop, but the boss was counting all kinds of candies and packing them into bags. Twenty pieces in a bag cost a dollar a bag. I forgot the number next to it, so I had to pour out the candy in the bag first, and count again later.

The boss smiled kindly and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Yan Hao flicked the wet hair in front of his forehead: "Popsicle."

"I just delivered a batch at noon, and it's all in there," the boss pointed to the display cabinet by the door, "You can pick whatever you want."

Yan Hao saw the movie "The Thief of Time" on the small TV on the wall, and there was an actor he liked very much, so he didn't bother to buy popsicles, and couldn't help but moved forward and looked up.

Not long after, Jiang Muxing had already bought popsicles and handed one to Yanhao.

Yanhao caught it subconsciously: "Thank you."

The coldness in his hand made Yanhao shiver. Seeing that it was the green mood he likes to eat, his expression froze for a moment, followed by boundless surprise. He wanted to speak, but found that Jiang Muxing was holding the same one.

The green mood should be placed at the top, and Jiang Muxing took it casually.

The light in Yan Hao's eyes dimmed, but he became happy again because Jiang Muxing bought him popsicles.

All good things start with supplementary lessons.

Yan Hao held the popsicle like a treasure, and didn't take it apart for a long time, as if he didn't feel the cold.

Jiang Mu stared at him: "What? Want to change?"

Yan Hao's eyelids trembled, and he squeezed the popsicle tightly as if afraid of being snatched away: "No, just this."

Jiang Muxing didn't say anything more.

Yan Hao tore open the wrapping bag of the popsicle, and kept aiming at the movie, wanting to continue watching.

But Jiang Muxing will definitely go back to the classroom. It is impossible to watch a movie here, so he will follow him back. What's the point of staying here alone.

Yanhao bit the popsicle stick and turned her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Jiang Muxing didn't leave. Instead, she stretched her legs and hooked a plastic stool in front of her, and sat down in front of the TV.

His eyes widened in astonishment, won't you leave?

After being dazed for a while, Yanhao quickly found a stool and moved it over to watch a movie with Jiang Muxing.