serious about love

The last two classes in the afternoon are from the old class, and there are not many topics, mainly in the class meeting.

It was probably because of the snow that the old class was touched by the scene. He sat on the podium, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and talked about the winter when he was in the third year of high school.

It happened more than 20 or [-] years ago, everything was hazy, and people fell asleep after hearing it.

After all, the age is different, and the generation gap is obvious, so it is not easy to evoke a sense of substitution.

There is still a gloomy wind in the key classroom, the front and rear doors are closed tightly, it is still chilly, everyone is frozen, so there is no way to feel emotional.

The good thing is to use the knowledge points of biological memorization in the class meeting, and write a part silently after memorizing a part, and turn a page of the draft paper in a short while.

Yang Cong bowed his waist, put his head on the book, secretly played games with his mobile phone, and his whole body trembled when he pressed the operation keys.

Yan Hao suddenly felt the table shaking, he looked down and kicked away the foot that touched his table leg.

The second Yang Cong paused, he was robbed. He put his head against the book and turned to Yanhao, and asked with his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Yan Hao moved his mouth: Can you shake less?I almost pee out of you.

Yang Cong: ...

Yang Cong found a place to hang up, held a book to cover his face, and lowered his voice to talk to Yan: "You won't apply for a trip if you pee?"

Yanhao gave two words: "It's too cold."

The corner of Yang Cong's mouth twitched and he said "I'm convinced", and then he took something out of his desk pocket and threw it on his lap.

"what?"

Yan Hao looked at it with his hands: "So this is the legendary Nuan Baobao, where did you come from?"

Yang Cong continued to play the game: "A girl gave it to me this morning."

Yanhao was surprised: "Don't you accept gifts from girls?"

Yang Cong's legs kept shaking: "As the saying goes, a penny kills a hero, but a gust of cold wind beats a handsome guy."

Banquet: "..."

"I thought you fell in love with Nuan Baobao's owner."

"Love is not something you can talk about if you want to talk about it. I am so fucking old when I talk about it, that's all. Once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of well ropes for ten years."

"You want to be a bachelor for ten years?"

"What are you talking about, for example, oh K?"

"..."

There was a "bang" sound on the podium, and the old class put the teacup heavily: "Banquet, Yang Cong, why don't you two come up and talk?"

Yang Cong said foolishly: "It's better, we two little brats just enjoy your old glory days down there."

The old class rolled his eyes at him.

Yang Cong returned a naughty smile, caught a glimpse of Yan Hao's sticking warm baby, and immediately became anxious: "You idiot, this thing can't directly touch the skin, put it on with a layer of clothes."

"Just say what you fucking say, what are you doing, it's so cold..."

Yan Hao was so cold that he cursed, goosebumps fell all over the floor, he raised his head inexplicably, and met Jiang Muxing who was at the front door.

Looking at each other diagonally in the classroom, there is a kind of shock of passing through mountains and rivers and seas of people.

But now Yanhao is at a loss.

When did Jiang Muxing turn back?What are you looking at me for?

Yan Hao had question marks in his head, but instinctively pushed Yang Cong away with his hands, straightened his down jacket, and zipped up the school uniform outside, all in one go.

Yang Cong didn't know what was going on, he was quite confused, but when he saw Jiang Muxing, he immediately understood, he was so angry that his liver hurt, and he raised his middle finger.

-

The tea was cold, and the old class was dry, coughing a few times to clear his throat: "Adjust the seats for the two of you."

He first called a boy, and then said nicely: "You two will change later after class."

The boy had an ugly look about to fall into the cesspit.

Yang Cong's expression was even uglier. When the boy looked over, he had an arrogant big word written on his face, get lost.

The smell of gunpowder came suddenly and doubled in seconds.

In many cases, the emotional collision between boys is simple and violent.

Unhappy is unhappy.

The atmosphere was tense, Yanhao put down the automatic pen and got up: "Old Ban, I don't want to change seats."

As soon as the words came out, there was a whisper in the class.

The last semester of the third year of senior high school has come to a close. Everyone has recognized the fact that Yan Hao has entered the front line all the way from outside the team. Some people think that he is looking for trouble for his actions.

Some people think it is playing personality.

Most of them just watched the fun without having anything to do with themselves. The class meetings were so boring that their minds almost froze. It would be nice to have a few things to refresh your mind.

Song Ran turned Jiang Muxing's elbow: "Isn't it good to move the seat to the front? You send a message to Yanhao and ask him what he thinks?"

Jiang Muxing remained silent.

It wasn't until Yanhao was called out by the old class that the class broke out that Jiang Muxing said, "Quiet."

The deputy squad leader by the aisle was still whispering to her deskmate, laughing at Yan Hao, and suddenly heard Jiang Muxing scolding herself, but she didn't react, and suspected that she had heard it wrong.

Jiang Muxing said coldly, "Is there anything you can't say after class?"

It's not too much to say, it's just a matter of fact, it's just a public roll call, coupled with the scrutiny of other eyes, the deputy squad leader's face turned pale with embarrassment.

Those around who knew the cause and effect showed subtle expressions in unison.

The deputy squad leader was particularly open-mouthed this time.

The squad leader's expression was unprecedentedly cold and frightening, and he didn't retain any sympathy from working with him for more than two years.

Blame the deputy squad leader for being stupid, the decline in IQ is unreasonable and really puzzling.

Now who doesn't know that the monitor and Yan Hao have a very good relationship, and it's not too common to go to and from school together.

The deputy squad leader sits next to the squad leader, and he's still babbling in class. If he can't bear it, he can't go back to the dormitory to discuss.

No, the squad leader has maintained it.

The other people who don't know the truth are quite meaningful, and the most suitable principal and deputy partners in the school may be separated.

-

In the corridor, the cold wind raged continuously, and Yanhao shivered with her neck shrunk.

Why isn't the warm baby warming up?

The old class's tone was not serious: "Tell me, why don't you want to change seats?"

Yanhao took a breath of cold air, and said, "I've been sitting for a long time, and I have feelings for that seat."

"..." Old Ban said, "Isn't it still in class? I didn't ask you to move to the corridor."

Yan Hao: "It's not the same."

"My seat is by the window. I'm tired from doing the questions. I can look downstairs. There's no one behind me. I don't need to save the relationship between the students in the front and back seats. It's quite quiet."

Old Ban was very satisfied with his relaxed attitude, and his tone became more gentle: "I think the atmosphere is very important, especially at this stage, you are the only one who is working hard on your part, and the others are very idle."

"You sit in the front and you're learning all the way back and forth, and you get that sense of urgency and you're more motivated."

Yanhao disagrees: "You have to rely on self-awareness wherever you sit."

The old class was dumb: "Then you can see the blackboard clearly?"

Yan Hao nodded: "I can see clearly, my eyesight is very good."

The old class walked back and forth.

Yanhao rubbed his hands, put them on his lips and breathed out: "Old Ban, I really don't want to change seats. Although they are all in the class, they will be divided into many small circles."

"I'm slow to develop, and I don't play very much. If I move to an unfamiliar circle at this time, it will affect my mood, and my study will also be affected."

What he said made sense, and the old class pondered for a while: "Then let you sit at the same table with Jiang Mu?"

Yanhao's heart skipped a beat: "Farewell."

Lao Ban was surprised by his reaction: "Aren't you very familiar with Jiang Muxing?"

Yan said kindly that he was very familiar with him, so close to the point.

"Familiar is familiar, but it's not suitable to be at the same table."

The old class was puzzled: "Wouldn't it be more convenient for you two to sit together for tutoring in schoolwork?"

It is convenient for Yan Hao to scratch his cheeks that are chilled by the wind, but if he is at the same table with Jiang Muxing, then he will not even think about listening to the class.

And it will be exposed.

It's too dangerous to expose both of them.

Although Yan Hao really wants to be at the same table with Jiang Mu Xing, his dream is ordinary, but he can't be self-willed in his senior year.

When you go to college, there will always be opportunities.

-

When school is over, the road is completely white.

Yan Hao went to the carport with Jiang Muxing, the people are cold and the car is cold, there is a feeling that everything is frozen.

Neither Xia Shui nor Yang Cong came down, Yanhao felt that they had made an appointment behind his back.

Nine times out of ten it was because of him.

Yang Cong is an insider, and Xia Shui is a clever ghost, so it is not unusual for him to notice something.

Yan Hao was thinking wildly.

Jiang Muxing opened the chain lock halfway, and suddenly locked it back: "I won't ride the bike today, let's go back."

Yan Hao's dull face: "What?"

"I said," Jiang Muxing straightened up, "walk back together."

Yan Hao came back to his senses, a fragment flashed in his mind, his throat was a little dry: "Didn't you say that walking in the snow will make your clothes wet?"

Jiang Muxing took the schoolbag in the basket and walked out of the car shed.

Yan Hao chased after her, out of breath: "I found that you are quite shy."

Jiang Muxing didn't change his face: "You think too much."

"Okay, okay, I'm thinking too much."

Yan Hao gave him a "kid, you are right in everything" look.

Jiang Muxing's face twitched slightly.

In this weather, it was snowing heavily, and there were not many umbrellas. Snow is not rain.

A young couple has the romance of a young couple, and a person has the freedom of a person.

Yan Hao put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly: "The car is lost at school, so we have to walk to school tomorrow morning."

"If the snow doesn't stop at night, it will be very thick tomorrow."

Be so excited that your eyes will shine: "I will take a photo with my camera tomorrow morning, we will take more photos together and develop them."

"And the last time I went to the beach to take pictures, I washed them and put them in the photo album, and I will take them with me when I go to City A next year..."

Jiang Muxing filtered out the noise around him and only listened to his nagging.

After leaving the school gate, Yan Hao took off his school uniform, put it in his schoolbag together with his pass, and urged Jiang Muxing to take off his school uniform as well, so as not to get wet.

Wearing one white and one blue down jacket, the two walked side by side on the road, looking clean and youthful.

Most of the day students in the No. [-] Middle School would glance at them curiously when they passed by them.

Maybe it was a curiosity about the car, why didn't I ride it.

-

Yanhao took Jiang Muxing to detour: "I want to ask you something, are you at odds with the deputy squad leader?"

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Yan Hao glanced at him: "I heard that you called her name in front of the whole class in class."

Jiang Muxing glanced over: "Is it cold?"

Yanhao was speechless: "Don't change the topic, can you?"

Jiang Muxing: "Let me test you, the snow is divided into wet snow and dry snow. What kind is it today?"

Yan Hao: "..." This guy not only changed the topic, but also changed it one after another, which is too blatant.

Forget it, who made him handsome.

Yanhao reached out to catch the snowflakes: "Dry snow."

Jiang Muxing said, "It's wet."

Yan Hao looked suspicious: "No way?"

"Wet snow, when it falls on the body, it turns into water."

Jiang Muxing brushed away his wet bangs: "So we can't go to the old age, we will only turn into drowned chickens as we walk."

Yan Hao was dumbfounded: "Then you still said you want to go back?"

Jiang Muxing said lightly, "You want to go."

Yan Hao was startled, happiness floated on his face unconsciously, and the next second he became depressed again: "Then it will be useless if we go to the end together."

Jiang Muxing pulled up the hat from the back of his down jacket and wrapped it around his head: "You can't grow old, you can go for a walk."

Good or bad.

"City A has dry snow, next winter we..."

Before Jiang Muxing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Hao: "Don't talk about it, let me have something to look forward to."

Yanhao licked her lips and said firmly, "Hurry up and go home, I have to finish my dinner and review quickly, and I must go to University A next year."

Jiang Muxing was burned by the flames jumping in the young man's eyes, his throat throbbed in silence for a moment, then he bent slightly, lowered his head and approached, wiping off the snowflake on his frozen red nose.

There is tenderness in his eyes.

Not far behind, Song Ran was about to step on the pedals to come forward to say hello, when he was caught off guard by this scene, he almost overturned the car in shock.

Jiang Muxing frowned and turned his head in response, Song Ran hurriedly hid at the corner, turned his back and stood stiff as if punished.

Discovered the shocking secret, panicked.

It turns out that the person Lao Jiang likes is Yanhao.

No, like each other.

They are all boys, so why...

Song Ran took off his worn glasses and rubbed his face for a long time. He was quite confused, not knowing how to digest this unbelievable news.

After a while, Song Ran put back his glasses and came out from the corner. Yang Cong and Xia Shui stood in front of him at some point.

The two blocked his way, one on the left and the other on the right.