serious about love

The summer night came late, and it was still bright after the math test. After the banquet, he left the test room before he was dragged by Yang Cong to buy a mobile phone.

Yan Hao bought a black rubber band from a small stall, fished up the bangs and tied them, and the whole brain became much cooler.

The bangs are gone, and the mole between the eyebrows is exposed. It is very small, just a little, and the color is not too bright.

The old fortune-teller by the side of the road saw Yan Hao, his eyes lit up when he saw a lot of banknotes, and he stroked his beard and shouted to him: "Young man, please stay."

Banquet good stop.

The old man played tricks: "You have a mole between your eyebrows, which is a sign of wealth..."

Halfway through the conversation, he hesitated to speak, which has the taste of an old world.

Yan Hao took a sip of milk tea, half-closed his eyes and asked, "What else?"

The old man pinched his fingers again, shook his head again, and sighed rather inscrutablely: "It's really hard to see through, and the poor way will make a divination for you, so I can tell you something."

Yan Hao looked at the sign beside the booth, it said fifty.

Yang Cong on the side said quietly: "Good evening, fellow daoist."

Old man: "..."

Yang Cong said loudly: "Dare to ask where you usually practice, what sect and sect you are from, and who is your teacher?"

Passers-by around heard the sound and looked sideways, pointing their fingers, the old man's old face turned green.

The pearls in his mouth dropped from the feast, and his shoulders shook.

Yang Cong's addiction is too high, his bladder is about to burst, he looked around gasping for breath: "Xiao Hao, I'll go to KFC to take a pee, just wait and I will."

Yan Hao was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something, changed his mind and squatted down, pointing to a row of pendants in the upper right corner of the old man's booth.

"what is that?"

The old man immediately showed him one: "Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Map."

Yanhao sounded fresh: "Is there any use?"

The old man's gully-filled face had a serious look: "It can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, attract wealth and block evil spirits, and protect the body with good luck."

Yan Hao glanced at the pendant: "Sterling silver?"

The old man nodded: "That must be."

Yanhao sipped her milk tea, not knowing what she was thinking.

The old man was anxious in his heart, but his face was indifferent.

Yan Hao's gaze stayed on the pendant for a moment, caught something on the way back, and stretched out his hand.

It's a pen, and there is a piece of paper wrapped around it. It feels smoother than any paper Yan Hao has ever seen, with a light luster. I don't know what material it is.

There are dense red patterns on the paper.

Yan Hao touched the body of the pen: "Is this also the Jiugong Bagua diagram?"

The old man's expression was a little unnatural, as if he didn't want to admit it.

Yan Hao asked again: "Did you draw it yourself?"

The old man's expression became even more unnatural, and his eyes dodged: "No."

"That's it." Yan Hao put down the pen with a regretful face, "I bought it."

The old man immediately changed his words: "Yes, it was painted by Pindao!"

"Pindao was unwell when he drew this picture, so the drawing is a little rough." The old man stroked his beard and coughed, "Pindao himself was not satisfied, so he just wrapped it in a pen and used it for writing, and Didn't take it out for sale."

Yan looked at the complicated patterns, but just looking at them made her dizzy: "Is it painted with cinnabar?"

The old man crossed his legs: "Exactly."

Yanhao was sure that it was the complete Jiugong Bagua diagram, but the drawing couldn't be torn off from the pen, so he asked for the pen together.

"how much is it?"

The old man looked at the Nikes on his feet.

Yan Hao swallowed a mouthful of milk tea: "Imitation goods."

The old man stretched out a finger: "One hundred."

The banquet gave him five hundred.

The old man took the five red notes with his withered hands, feeling a little dazed. He looked at the mole between the young man's eyebrows and pondered, "Young man, you have an excellent face, you were born with gold, and your parents have improved their careers because of you." Your family is harmonious, your youth is accompanied by best friends, your youth is accompanied by true love, your middle age is happy, your old age is healthy, and you will be rich and honored all your life.”

Yan Hao was stunned for a while, smiled and got up to leave.

The old man folded the red bills and put them in his pocket, recalling the picture he sold, thinking that this is a way to make money, so he should go to the mountains sometime, calm down and try to draw some more.

Then it felt like it wouldn't work.

Hand-painted ones are not as delicate and perfect as printed ones, and not everyone can appreciate them.

The deal just now was purely because I met a destined person.

-

Yan Hao walked in the direction of KFC. After drinking the milk tea, she unscrewed the cap of the pen and looked at the refill. It was 0.5.

Very good, Jiang Muxing only uses this type of refill.

Yanhao put the pen in her schoolbag and asked Yang Cong who ran over: "Which brand of mobile phone do you want to buy?"

Yang Cong kept his hands in his pockets, and walked carelessly, his shoes scraping the ground: "Take a look, any brand will do. Anyway, don't touch the screen, I'm not used to it."

"You have to get used to it sooner or later," Yan Hao said, "you have to keep up with the pace of the times."

Yang Cong squinted: "Then why are you useless?"

"I just changed my mobile phone last year. When it broke, I bought a touch-screen one." Yanhao followed him to the underground hypermarket, "How about Apple 4, it's very popular now."

Yang Cong's reaction was not very enthusiastic.

Yan Hao gave advice while walking: "Meizu M9 is also good."

Yang Cong was still not enthusiastic, he listened to Yan Hao and said a few more brands, and slammed his mouth: "Come on, I think I'd better buy Samsung."

No surprises, this guy is a big fan of Samsung.

"Why don't I choose a touch-screen one from Samsung this time?" Yang Cong clicked his tongue, "I9088's appearance is quite grand, it suits me."

In the end, he said no: "I still want to buy a slider."

Yanhao said disgustedly: "Why did you come here? It's so troublesome to buy a mobile phone. Girls don't have your mother-in-law."

Yang Cong was even more wronged than Dou E: "Damn, didn't I just wander between the touch screen and the slider? Why did my mother-in-law hate me?"

"Besides, I chose the slider in the end. Is there a key reason for that?"

Yan Hao wiped his face with a cold expression: "Speaking of which, what's the matter with you spit?"

Yang Congzheng's Eight Classics: "I was born with a lot of saliva."

Yan Hao kicked it over: "Get lost."

"Let's get down to business, brother, I'll tell you about people's sentiments, Xia Shui's product, a rollover machine, a full keyboard, just like a notebook, it's cool to use." Yang Cong hummed, "And you, the rotary machine, how dare you say it The screen turns up, then turns back, and there is a snap, isn't it cool?"

Yan Hao twitched his mouth.

"The slider is similar. When you push your thumb up, the screen will go up. I can pretend to be aggressive." Yang Cong twitched one corner of his mouth and smiled, "There are people in the class who use the touch screen, although you don't have to worry about the wiring version failing. , but there is no way to play it, it’s boring to touch it bare, try again in a few years.”

Yan Hao waved his hand: "Okay, hurry up and buy it, I will play a video with my parents when I go back."

When Yang Cong heard this, he smiled and leaned over to put his shoulders on his shoulder: "Do you want to have a family meeting with you and ask if you have a puppy love?"

Yan Hao: "Hehe."

-

The store was very noisy, crowded with people, and it was extremely hot, like a huge steamer, with a circle of burning firewood piled underneath it, which was still heating up.

It's about to die after Yan Hao goes in: "Both of us don't know how to distinguish between parallel imports and refurbished machines. We don't even know what store we're going to. We don't even know if we're being slaughtered like big fat sheep."

"It's fine to go directly to the specialty store, Suning can do it too, the store is not reliable."

Relying on his height, Yang Cong swiped left and right without any hindrance to his sight: "Don't make noise, let me take a look."

When you come to the store, there are many people rushing, lively and fun.

A sticky arm brushed against him, Yan Hao's scalp was blown, he found an open space to stand, and heard Yang Cong shout: "Xiao Hao, go to the store on the left!"

"Which one?" Yan Hao was about to turn around when his shoes were trampled off, and there was a spot of dirt on the white socks.

Seeing Yanhao from a distance, Yang Cong's face was very ugly, and thinking about his temperament that was difficult to deal with once he got angry, he hurriedly pushed through the crowd and brought him into the shop.

"Grandpa, sit down."

Yang Cong dragged a green chair over, "Sit down."

Yan Hao sat down and pulled up his shoes, with residual hostility in his eyes.

Yang Cong was afraid that he would be like this, so he still hesitated: "You say you are a boy and a girl, and you are so white, if you don't bully you, who do you bully?"

Yan Hao raised his head coldly.

Yang Cong made a "small resignation" gesture, turned around and went to the shop assistant to ask about his mobile phone.

Yanhao took out her mobile phone to swipe, and sent a message to Jiang Muxing.

-Squad leader, I'm at the hypermarket on Huanan Road, do you have anything I need to bring?

There were only two words in Jiang Muxing's reply.

-No.

Yan Hao kept turning the cover of the phone, and not long after, a message was sent.

- what are you doing at the store

After the banquet, go back to Jiang Muxing quickly.

- Yang Cong accidentally lost his mobile phone while eating at noon, so I accompanied him to buy a new one.

No reply.

Ban Hao waited for a long time but did not wait, bored playing Tetris.

Not long after, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice: "Hi, kid."

Yan Hao was distracted, and the falling cubes were not placed in the right place. He exited the game depressed and raised his eyes. Last time, the man in leather pants in the bar was leaning against a counter, waving at him with the hand holding half a loaf of bread.

He didn't wear a baseball cap, his blonde hair was fluffy and casual, and the silver earrings were replaced with black earrings. He was very uninhibited. He was wearing ripped and washed white jeans, a white T-shirt, and canvas shoes. He looked younger than that night, like a college student.

-

Huang Xu walked up to the boy and smiled lazily: "Meet you again."

Yan Hao knew that he had a girlfriend whom he had been talking about for seven years, and they had a very good relationship, and they were not enemies, so they didn't have burrs all over their body like the first time.

Huang Xu was extremely sensitive to other people's emotions, and he was a little surprised when he received the boy's reaction.

This is... not hostile to him again?

Poison tongue turned into a lynx?

A subtle look flashed in Huang Xu's eyes, he took two bites of bread, and said, "My child, I need your help with something."

Yan Hao raised her delicate eyebrows lightly: "What?"

"Small things."

Huang Xu took out a black USB flash drive from his messenger bag: "Your classmate entrusted me to buy this, please pass it on to him for me."

Yan Hao locked his eyes on the USB flash drive under the broken hair in front of his forehead.

Huang Xu patted his forehead: "Ah, I forgot to mention, it's your handsome classmate who works in a bar."

Yan Hao pursed the corners of his mouth, and his breathing was a little short.

Huang Xu ate the rest of the bread, and patted the crumbs on his hands against the trash can: "I'll give you an address, he made an appointment with me there."

Yan Hao's pretended calm completely fell apart, his heart was beating "thumping", he heard his own voice, trembling: "Which place?"

Huang Xu said unhurriedly: "It's the neighborhood center over the Kangning Experimental Primary School."

The heat of Yanhao's body dropped instantly, it turned out that it was not Jiang Muxing's address.

"Are you on the way?" Huang Xu said, "If you don't go on the way, you can tell..."

Yan Hao interrupted him: "By the way."

Huang Xu rubbed his chin: "That's good."

Feast good hand out.

Huang Xu made a sound through his nose: "Huh?"

Yanhao: "U disk."

Huang Xu threw it in his hand, teasingly said: "Young master's hand."

Yan Hao ignored him, he stuffed the USB flash drive in his pocket, got up and went to find Yang Cong.

Huang Xu watched the two boys leave, sat on a chair and made a loose phone call.

"Xiao Jiang, didn't I come to the hypermarket to repair my mobile phone? Guess who I ran into?"

Jiang Muxing on the other side was silent.

Huang Xu's ending was intentionally drawn out: "Your classmate with a mole between his eyebrows."

Jiang Muxing opened his mouth without any fluctuation in his tone: "Did you give him the U disk?"

Huang Xu inserted Yin Jie's hand into his hair, and stroked the hair back: "If you say you are a schoolmaster, you are smart."

"But..." He supported his head, "I also gave the address, just the neighborhood center."

The voice on the phone froze.

"Why, am I busy?" Huang Xu smiled meaningfully, "I shouldn't."

Jiang Mu hanged up.

Huang Xu listened to the beeping sound in his ear, smiled and shook his head, knowing who the burn ointment was on.

-

Yan Hao took a taxi back with Yang Cong. The two went together, and Yang Cong arrived first.

"Go to my house."

"Not going." Yan Hao was absent-minded, "Next time."

After a few words of nagging, Yang Cong opened the door and got out of the car.

The taxi starts up again, and travels through the bustling city, carrying the anxiety and longing of a teenager.

Yan Hao played with the USB flash drive in his hand, and looked out the glass window at the rapidly receding night scene.

"Master, go to Kangning Experimental Primary School."

"Then we have to make a U-turn." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, "One south and one north, not in the same direction. I ran for more than ten kilometers in vain, and the fare is not low."

Yanhao didn't say anything.

The driver is not outgoing, and he concentrates on driving after mentioning a word.

Yanhao took out her mobile phone to edit the text messages, typed and deleted, and typed again, hesitating.

In the end, he accidentally sent a blank text message to Jiang Muxing.

There is no withdraw function.

Yan Hao sat up "teng", the phone vibrated, and Jiang Muxing sent a message.

A long paragraph, sent over so quickly.

-Huang Xu told me about the USB drive, you don’t have to come here tonight, I’m not in a hurry to use it, just give it to me at school tomorrow.

Yan Hao fell back into the seat, his face constantly changing, he dialed Jiang Muxing's number, and then hurriedly pressed it off the next second.

Or choose to say it in a text message.

Yan Hao bent over and pressed the keypad of the mobile phone, and sent a text message.

-Squad leader, I just passed that road, come here if it's convenient for you?

Wrapped between the lines is cautious expectation.

Tomorrow's meeting is tomorrow, and he really wants tonight's meeting.

After the banquet was delivered, he stared at the phone for an unknown amount of time, his eyes became a little sore, and Jiang Mu went back.

-it is good.

Yan Hao closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth, very happy.

-

The taxi stopped at the east gate of the neighborhood center, and Yan Hao got off after paying the fare. His excited heart was blown by the sticky night wind, shaking a few times, and he was a little dazed.

The neighborhood center here is huge, and he is not familiar with it.

It's night again, so don't run around, just wait for Jiang Muxing at the east gate.

Yan Hao just loosened the grip on the top of his head, let go of his bangs, and sent a message to Jiang Muxing saying that he was at the east gate, when a voice suddenly came from the left side: "Yan Hao."

The turbulent air pushed the voice into Yanhao's ears, his body shook, and he suddenly turned his head to look for Jiang Muxing's figure.

Jiang Muxing stood under the street lamp and looked over.

The moment their eyes met, countless thoughts flashed through Yanhao's mind, like fireworks exploding, until they saw the fruit Jiang Muxing was carrying in his hand.

Jiang Muxing was out shopping.

Yan Hao walked over, stopped at the edge of the dim yellow halo of the street lamp, and said in a relaxed tone: "Squad leader, there are many stalls here at night."

Jiang Muxing opened his lips: "There is a night market."

The banquet is finished, scratching his face and scratching his ears, feeling very cramped.

Jiang Muxing walked out of the halo under the street lamp.

Subconsciously, Yan Hao handed over the USB flash drive in his hand: "Squad leader, here is the USB flash drive."

Jiang Muxing pinched it with his thumb and index finger, and touched a piece of damp.

"and this."

Yanhao unzipped her schoolbag, found out a pen and gave it to him, and said casually, "I bought it at a fortune teller, and there is a picture of Jiugong and Bagua on the outside of the pen."

Jiang Muxing stretched out his hand after a while.

Yan Hao put the pen in his hand: "One yuan each, I bought it because I thought the pattern was cool."

Jiang Muxing's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on the red pattern on the body of the pen.

Jiang Muxing didn't move for a long time at the banquet, and his heart was pounding.

The pen is very ordinary, the workmanship is very ordinary, and the drawing is rough...

Yan Hao felt embarrassed, his face started to heat up, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, when Jiang Muxing said suddenly: "The picture is drawn by hand."

"Really? I thought it was printed." Yan Hao tugged at his bangs twice, and said with a smile, "The refill may not be very durable. You can replace it with a new one, which is a 0.5 refill."

Jiang Muxing was speechless.

"Then..." Yan Hao wiped off the sweat from his palms, and paused, "Squad leader, I'm going back."

Jiang Muxing remained silent.

Yan Hao grabbed the schoolbag on the back almost hastily, turned around and walked towards the intersection with his head lowered.

We've met each other, we should be satisfied, don't think about anything else, it's ridiculous, impossible.

Yan Hao walked about five or six steps, and Jiang Muxing's voice sounded behind him, which was heavier than the night: "Yan Hao."

He turned his head immediately, the lights and stars were reflected in his eyes, so bright that it made people throb.

Most of Jiang Muxing's outline was in the dark, and the expression on his face was not clear: "Come to my house for a sit?"

Yan Hao moved his lips in disbelief, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, and everything he wanted to say was in his eyes. He asked, is it okay?

Jiang Muxing put the pen and USB flash drive into the fruit bag, and said calmly: "It's just behind this street, follow me."

Yan Hao's brain has not reacted yet, but the body has already taken action and instinctively followed.

Jiang Muxing walked in front with long legs, his steps were steady, his back was tall and indifferent, just like usual.

One second before the banquet was finished, she was still looking at the back of his head, and the next second she panicked and rushed up to grab his arm, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, her voice full of angry accusations and fear.

"Squad leader, don't you even look at the traffic lights when you walk?"

Jiang Muxing lowered his head and turned his face slightly, his eyelids blinked slowly.

Yanhao had the illusion that Jiang Muxing was in a daze, and his thinking was not connected at all. He took a breath and tried to suppress his nervousness, and told him softly: "Just now you almost ran a red light."

"There are so many cars, it's very dangerous." Yan Hao muttered and added.

Jiang Muxing turned his face to the road, his eyes on the passing vehicles, as if he didn't realize that he was grabbed by the arm.

Yan Hao peeked at Jiang Muxing from the corner of his eye, was it normal when he saw it just now, why is it like losing his soul now?