serious about love

Yan Hao thought that she would be so excited that she would not be able to fall asleep, but she did not expect to fall asleep earlier than usual and sleep until dawn.

And... I didn't have a dream.

Probably because I used my brain too much to do the questions and was tired.

Yan Hao stared dazedly at the air-conditioning quilt, with his legs clamped by the corner of the quilt, his upper and lower eyelids fought a few times, and then hooked up, sticky and inseparable.

The eyelids were like lightning, and when they got out of control, they were suddenly forced open.

Yan Hao quickly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, and rushed out of the room without even thinking about putting on her shoes.

Aunt Zhang was cooking side dishes in the kitchen, and she smiled kindly when she heard the sound, "Xiao Hao, I woke up so early today."

"Well, good morning, Auntie."

Yan Hao hurried through the living room, only to find that the door of the guest room was closed, the tension in his mind relaxed a little, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that the sneakers at the entrance were not there.

The schoolbag on the shoe cabinet was also missing.

The string in his mind tensed again, Yan Hao grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. What caught his eye was the quilt folded into squares, the sheets laid flat, and the whole room was extremely clean.

It seems that no one has ever lived.

Jiang Muxing staying here last night was just one of those dreams he had.

Yan Hao sat on the bed, supported the edge of the bed with her hands, buried her face in the quilt, and sniffed the residual smell of Jiang Muxing, humble and greedy.

If you like someone so much, he will go crazy if you don't get it.

Yan Hao remembered something, immediately got off the bed and strode into the living room.

Seeing that he was barefoot, Aunt Zhang quickly put down the mop: "Oh, my dear, the ground is very cold, you will catch a cold like this."

As he said that, he went to the hanger on the balcony and pulled a pair of socks, carefully turning them over.

Yan Hao sat on the sofa, took the socks, and was in no hurry to put them on: "Auntie, did you open the door and come in this morning?"

Aunt Zhang didn't understand, so she said, "Yes, it's the same as usual."

Without saying a word, Yanhao stuffed his feet into the socks, and pulled the sock tube up.

He was so stupid last night that he could only close the security guard on the door in front of Jiang Muxing, but he forgot to remove it later.

The door is anti-theft, it can only be opened from the inside, and it is not allowed to turn the key from the outside.

Auntie was able to come in, which meant that Jiang Muxing pulled down the security guard before she came, opened the door and left.

No greetings, no notes, no messages.

Yan Hao's face was cold and dark like a cloudy day in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Aunt Zhang stopped mopping the floor: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Yanhao pursed her lips, "I thought I pulled the security guard last night, but I remembered wrongly."

"No, if there is a security guard, Auntie will have to ask you to open the door."

Aunt Zhang looked at the child on the sofa, and said in a concerned tone, "Xiao Hao, you are under a lot of pressure from studying, and the summer vacation is coming soon, and then Auntie will make you some delicious supplements."

Yanhao answered absently.

Aunt Zhang glanced at the wall clock: "It's almost 06:30, Xiao Hao, when will your classmate come over? How about you eat first?"

Yan Hao lowered his head and put on the other sock: "He's not coming."

"I'm not coming," Aunt Zhang was taken aback for a moment, "Then I made too much breakfast, and I even baked pancakes."

Yanhao put on her socks and stood up: "Auntie, you can eat with me."

Aunt Zhang shook her head and waved her hands in a hurry: "No, how can Auntie eat with you? It's too unruly, no, no."

Yan Hao scratched her disheveled hair a few times: "Then put it in the refrigerator."

Aunt Zhang saw that the child was not in a good mood, and presumably he didn't sleep well. She mopped the floor with a mop and stopped: "Xiao Hao, what do you want for lunch? How about Auntie buy a seasonal flower fish and steam it?"

"I don't necessarily have to eat at home at noon, I'll talk about it later."

Yanhao looked disgusted.

-

After breakfast, he didn't eat much. He was busy thinking about it. He really couldn't hold back and wanted to send a message to Jiang Muxing. When he picked up the phone, he realized that it was turned off.

Yan Hao hurriedly turned on the battery and saw Jiang Muxing's text message.

-The pajamas were washed and hung on the balcony. I went back and came back at night.

Posted around five in the morning.

The haze in Yan Hao's heart was instantly swept away.

There is a person who can completely control his emotions like this, he not only does not reject it, but also enjoys it, he is probably sick.

Yanhao didn't reply to the text message, but went to QQ, tentatively sent Jiang Muxing a friend request, entered "I am Yanhao" in the verification box that popped up, and clicked Next.

Create a new group and put him in it, note the squad leader, and click Finish.

What followed was an irritating wait.

Yan Hao waited for a long time and did not receive a message of approval or rejection. This is not Jiang Muxing's style.

So Yanhao compiled a text message and sent it.

-Squad leader, I added you as a friend.

no reply.

Yan Hao was eating sweets, Jiang Muxing should be busy with something and didn't look at his phone, he entered the group and glanced, only a few people were discussing the competition questions.

99+ were discussed.

Occasionally, someone will come out and say that they don't understand, it's amazing, awesome.

Yan Hao is not interested, but he can feel the pressure from the chat content. He and Yang Cong Xiashui were at the upper middle level in junior high school, and performed normally in the senior high school entrance examination. There is a gap, but not much.

Like those who are ranked in the top few in junior high school, but after entering the first middle school, the ranking becomes more than a dozen or tens, and the gap is big.

That category is the majority.

Very few people can stay at the top all the time.

Class 1 is the strongest in the science class in the second grade of high school. The atmosphere of competition is strong, and the mentality is easy to collapse.

Yanhao watched for a while with nothing to do, staring at Jiang Muxing's gray head, with sixteen written on the white background, written by himself.

During the time when Jiang Muxing’s QQ was exposed, many people analyzed his avatar. Some said it represented age. The year of 16 was a very important year. NO.16 of the month is a special day.

The more you can't guess, the more mysterious you seem, and the stronger your desire to know what's going on.

Not only No. [-] Middle School, but also other schools joined the army of guessing puzzles.

This important task finally fell on Song Ran, Jiang Muxing's deskmate, who lived up to expectations and asked an answer.

According to Song Ran, the [-]th is the day when Jiang Muxing applied for QQ, that's it, there is no other meaning, and everyone can't accept such a dry statement, as if they are so concerned and stupid.

There are still many people posting analysis posts on the post bar, almost all of them are girls, with their own romanticism in their hearts, and their emotions are pure and rich.

Threatening that the real truth will come out that year.

After the banquet, I went to the QQ posting bar, and I planned to read the posts about Jiang Muxing and do my homework.

As a result, as soon as I entered, I saw the post floating on the home page.

— fuck it!Our No. [-] middle school officer is a bully, registering himself with blood all over his face, what a fucking bull!

Yan Hao's face turned pale immediately, he clicked in with trembling hands, and when he saw the photo posted by the host, his eyes went dark.

In the photo, Jiang Muxing walked with his head bowed sideways, wearing the blue and white school uniform from yesterday, the front of the white T-shirt was stained with blood, and the hand holding the registration slip was covered in blood.

It's so red that it makes people palpitate.

Yan Hao didn't know how he got out of the house, and when all the three souls and six souls returned to their places, he was already in the hospital.

-

The temperature in the hall on the first floor of the hospital was very low, Yan Hao came in covered in sweat, the cold air penetrated his open pores, he shivered, his hands and feet were cold.

There are new births and deaths gathered here, surprises and sorrows intertwined, permeating everywhere.

Yan Hao was so choked by the atmosphere that he had difficulty breathing. He knew he should consult the nurse at the front desk, or run upstairs and downstairs to look for him, but he couldn't move his feet no matter what.

There were whispers on the left side, and those adjectives came into Yan Hao's ears along with the noisy background sound, and a familiar figure was quickly outlined. He raised his head subconsciously, and saw Jiang Muxing standing on the escalator with a block on his forehead. Gauze, there were several dried bloodstains on that pretty face that couldn't pick out any flaws, the eyelids were drooping, and the lips were pursed together, looking extremely silent.

Yan Hao shivered from the pain as if someone had pricked her temple with a needle.

Didn't you go home?Go home, why are you still doing this...

Jiang Muxing glanced at Yan Hao downstairs, frowned, and strode over after getting off the escalator.

Yan Hao's voice was hoarse: "Squad leader."

Jiang Muxing asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"I saw you on a post on Tieba..." Yan Hao lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his hands, which were washed and clean, just like his usual, "If I can't get through to you, I will I want to come over and see if there is anything you need help with."

Jiang Muxing didn't speak.

Yan Hao stood in front of him, the panic in his heart was relieved, and what came up was nervousness.

Too impulsive.

At present, they are just ordinary classmates, not even friends, what would Jiang Muxing think if he just ran over like this?

Yan Hao had some confused thoughts in his head, and he couldn't help saying something irrelevant to this time: "Squad leader, I added you as a friend on QQ, but you didn't reply to me, nor did you reply to the text messages."

There are a lot of grievances between the lines, and the parties don't seem to realize it.

Jiang Muxing's thin, bloodless lips moved lightly: "The phone is at home."

After Yan Hao finished speaking, he actually regretted it. He felt that it was too inappropriate and messy. He was stunned when he got the response. He licked his lips: "Is the wound healed?"

Jiang Muxing's nasal voice was heavy: "Yes."

Yan Hao grabbed his bangs: "Then what are you going to do now? Go back?"

Jiang Muxing's tone returned to his usual indifference: "Take the medicine."

Yan Hao stretched out his hand: "Give me the list, and I'll get it for you."

Jiang Muxing looked indifferent: "No need."

Yan Hao put down his hands at a loss, and laughed with the corners of his mouth: "Squad leader, you are too alien to me. It's nothing to help your classmates with running errands."

Jiang Muxing said for a while: "It's not my limbs that hurt, I can walk and move, it's not useless."

Banquet: "..."

"Then tell me where you need me."

Jiang Muxing looked down at him: "Okay."

-

Yanhao followed Jiang Muxing to line up to pay for the medicine.

The nurse tapped on the keyboard: "A total of 270 five six."

Jiang Muxing gave three hundred.

The nurse found the change and handed it along with the slip, and took time out of her busy schedule to look at the handsome guy.

Jiang Muxing turned around and walked towards the window for picking up the medicine, and poured the change on the list into his hand. A coin accidentally fell off, rolled on the ground a few times, and was stepped on by a middle-aged man, waiting for the middle-aged man's foot Stepping over, he bent down and picked up the coin.

Dime coin.

Yanhao saw Jiang Muxing standing up, calmly wiping the coins and putting them into his pockets, his mood was indescribable, all he knew was that he was in a panic, as if his heart was wrapped in a sponge, it was extremely uncomfortable.

No one dared to ask what was going on in Jiang Muxing's family. He could only tell from what he saw with his eyes that his family was not well off and lived a frugal life.

Because apart from family background, he is the strongest one in other aspects.

For Yanhao, Jiang Muxing is the best.

Yan Hao's eye sockets are sour.

Jiang Mu was walking in front, Yan Hao was two steps behind, looking at the black hair root on the back of his head, he really wanted to hug him.