serious about love

Not long after school started, it was Valentine’s Day, followed by Lantern Festival, and the [-]-day countdown began after the official end of the new year. Big-character posters were written on the blackboards behind each class in the third year of high school.

The college entrance examination is still——

One hundred days, 99 days, 98 days...the numbers decrease day by day.

Many of the top-ranked key high schools in the country have been recommended one after another. Among the rest of them, some are stable and do not have the pressure of the college entrance examination, and some have seen their limits. Choose to keep the status quo.

There is no pressure for those who come in on the self-pay line, and there are many roads to walk, and there will be no chaos.

Only a small group of people want to change their fate against the sky.

Banquet is one of them.

The passing of time is full of traces, engraved bit by bit on every question, every word, and every article.

The review materials are piled up by the wall, like a hill.

The papers are arranged in bundles.

Yan Hao was under a lot of pressure, and when the number leading the countdown gradually changed from eight to seven, and then from six to five, he began to suffer from insomnia, and the more he wanted to fall asleep, the more he couldn't sleep.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, and Yan Hao was still pancakes on the bed.

The light rain was pattering down outside the window, and a small night light was on in the bedroom. It was in the corner of the wall, and the range of light was very small.

Yan Hao stood by the bed to watch the shimmering light.

An arm stretched out from behind, grabbed his waist, and a hoarse voice sounded beside his ear: "Are you still asleep?"

Yanhao turned over, curled up and nestled into Jiang Muxing's arms.

Jiang Muxing patted his back lightly, as if coaxing a child who didn't sleep well in the middle of the night.

However, Yan Hao still did not feel sleepy.

To be precise, one nerve was in an abnormally tense state, which made him unable to sleep peacefully. He was very uneasy, and felt that sleeping was a waste of time, so he might as well memorize a few more formulas and study more sets of papers.

It's like running through a car in my mind, and I can't stop it.

This kind of thinking is wrong, but Yan Hao can't control it, he feels sick.

Yan Hao sniffed the smell of Jiang Muxing's body, it was the same soapy smell and clean lemon fragrance.

Jiang Muxing couldn't close his eyes because of the furry head on his neck: "Don't make trouble."

Yan Hao arched in his arms.

Jiang Muxing imprisoned the chaotic young man in front of him, with two dishonest feet between his legs, pinched his face and made him raise his head: "Don't want to sleep?"

Yan Hao lowered his eyes: "I'm anxious."

Before Jiang Muxing could speak, he heard him ask: "What if I don't get into University A?"

"Except for Chinese, the second-level subjects are more difficult than the college entrance examination questions. This is the school's practice in every class." Jiang Muxing said, "You have more than 640 in the exam, and the college entrance examination will be above that score."

"That's normal play."

Yan Hao reached into Jiang Muxing's pajamas and touched his smooth waistline: "During the college entrance examination, if you catch up with an emergency, such as diarrhea, cold, headache, etc., or if you are careless and do the wrong questions, If you don’t play well, you can’t score.”

"There are still two months."

"Only two months away."

Jiang Muxing and Yanhao spoke in unison.

-

After an indescribable silence, Jiang Muxing touched the remote control of the light and turned it on.

The bright light came suddenly, and Yan closed his eyes uncomfortably: "Why do you turn on the light?"

no respond.

Yan Hao opened his eyes and saw Jiang Muxing sitting on the head of the bed with a sullen face, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the air pressure in his body was very low, so he subconsciously crawled over on the bed.

Jiang Muxing half-closed his eyelids and remained silent.

Yan Hao climbed onto his lap and hung his arms around his neck: "Brother, why are you so serious all of a sudden in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Muxing was silent for a moment: "Let's go out to have fun on weekends."

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seconds he understood his intentions, his heart skipped a beat: "No need?"

Jiang Muxing asked without answering, "Where do you want to go?"

Yan Hao arched his waist, and put his forehead in the hollow of his shoulder: "There is nowhere I want to go."

Jiang Mu changed his question in a calm manner: "Is there anything else you wanted to do with me but didn't make it?"

Yan Hao blurted out: "Fly a kite."

"Okay," Jiang Muxing rubbed the hair on the back of his head, "We'll go fly a kite on weekends."

Yanhao blinked lightly: "Are you really going?"

"Really." Jiang Muxing hugged him and lay down, "Go to sleep."

Yan Hao lay on Jiang Muxing's body, with his cheek pressed against his generous chest, and after lying down for a while, he was shocked: "Then how do I review on weekends?"

Jiang Muxing turned off the lights: "Take a day off."

Yan Hao muttered in the dark: "But it doesn't take a day to fly a kite."

"Traveling by the way," Jiang Muxing wrapped him in his arms, "I'll take you to see the rapeseed field."

Yan Hao started to brainstorm, and became a little excited: "Can you do it by car?"

Jiang Muxing kissed him: "Sleep."

-

With a small weekend vacation to look forward to, Yan Hao went to school the next day, feeling very happy. He pasted a piece of paper on the wall inside the seat, with six big characters written on it: You don't know the pain, you know the joy.

There are two old ones underneath.

Respectively, come on, work hard, and a huge red exclamation mark is painted on the back.

Yan Hao pressed the edges and corners of the note, and tore off the tape to reinforce it.

Xia Shui lay on top of his information book, looked up and said, "Well, you are too flustered."

Yan Hao threw the tape on the table: "I took a test for three years, and now it's about to be handed in, can you not panic?"

"Calm down, although the college entrance examination is coming soon, but there are only two days, and it will pass quickly if you open your eyes and close it, it's nothing."

Xia Shui flicked his shoulder-length hair that had been straightened recently: "Besides, your record in this journey is absolutely awesome. Those who look down on you, wouldn't they be able to shut up a long time ago?"

There is cyan under Yan Hao's eyelids: "I don't want to make mistakes." There can't be any.

Xia Shui took out his wrong question book and flipped through it, it was densely packed with hard work and persistence: "Xiao Hao, listen to me."

She said seriously: "There is only one thing you have to do now."

Yan Hao started to write: "What?"

Xia Shui paused every word: "Adjust your mentality."

Banquet: "..."

"Don't take it seriously," Xia Shui said, "mentality and ability to withstand stress are both assessment factors for the college entrance examination."

Yan Hao half-closed his eyelids: "How dare I not take it seriously."

"Let me tell you something, a relative of mine, who was an examinee the year before last, studied fine arts. He painted very well, and he ranked first in the exams in the studio. , the score is not as high as those who often ask him to change the painting, why?"

Xia Shui asked and answered: "The psychological endurance is very poor."

"Normal is really important. The more nervous you are, the more you have to relieve stress yourself. Mentality is a big problem."

Yanhao turned the pen flexibly: "How did your relative do in the college entrance examination?"

Xia Shui turned around and took a glass of water to drink: "An art student is different from our Pu Wen Pu Li. He has to take a professional exam first. He didn't apply for the single admissions from other provinces, but only the unified admissions in the province. If he didn't pass, repeat the exam." For a year..."

Before she finished speaking, Yan Hao asked, "Passed?"

Xia Shui screwed on the lid of the cup: "I still haven't passed it. I went to a junior college, and everyone in the studio was very embarrassed. It's not that the junior college is low, but it's ridiculous to put it on someone who has attracted much attention."

The pen between Yan Hao's fingers fell off: "Sister, are you comforting me or scaring me?"

"..."

Xia Shui hugged the water glass and pressed his chin against the lid: "Three points of water can help you adjust your rhythm and allow you to combine work and rest, but the key is to rely on yourself."

Yan Hao looked at Jiang Muxing, his shoulders seemed to be a little wider, did he grow taller again?

-

"I think you can think of it that way."

Xia Shui smiled: "If this year's college entrance examination papers are difficult, it will be difficult for everyone. You are not fighting alone."

The corner of Yan Hao's mouth twitched: "It makes sense."

"The absolute truth." Xia Shui said, "The test is easy, and many people can do it. If you are careless and lose points, it will be bloody and the sky will fall apart."

"I have always believed in one sentence, as long as you try your best, God will not treat you badly."

Yan Hao poured cold water: "There are many people who work hard in this world, but their lives are still miserable. It can be seen that God is too busy."

Xia Shui said in a dumb voice, "Stop talking."

"Let's talk about fifty cents more." Yan Hao gave her a pack of Miao Crispy Corners, "Eat first."

Xia Shui opened the bag: "There is no chicken soup to stew, only vegetable soup, do you want it?"

Yan Hao propped his head up: "Come on."

Xia Shui poured a handful of Miaojuanjiao into his hand, twisted one and threw it in his mouth, making a crunching sound.

"Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, Sao Nian, you are fully prepared, just wait to ride the wind and waves."

Yan Hao: "Oh."

Xia Shui patted the table: "Vegetable soup is also soup, at least give me some feedback, my friend."

Yan Hao sighed: "I'm about to graduate, but I still don't understand how you get high scores in Chinese composition every time. It's an unsolved mystery."

Xia Shui rolled his eyes at him.

There is a couple in front of the bulletin board downstairs.

Yan Hao saw Xia Shui looked and looked: "Want to fall in love?"

Xia Shui crossed his hands and made a "×".

Eyes are still watching.

Yan Hao thought to himself, this is really true: "You have no problem falling in love, right?"

"No, no, my heart can't bear the deer bumping around."

Xia Shui joked, "A kiss on the mouth might give me away."

Yanhao didn't know what to say, so she gave her another bag of Miaojiao.

-

A sincere conversation between friends is very precious, Xia Shui gave Yanhao his motto.

——Let go of your mind and good luck will come.

The school broadcasted the radio at noon, mainly to announce one thing. Starting today, the song-ordering and cheering sessions for the senior three students will start.

It can be given to teachers, good friends, tablemates, partners, crushes, or to yourself.

Youth is about to come to an end, and we are still on the way.

The three songs "Running", "My Future Is Not a Dream" and "The First Dream" are the big hits at the stage of counting down from 30 days to [-] days every year.

This year is no exception.

They will show up one by one on that day, and it will loop infinitely until the 20-day countdown is entered, and they will be replaced by songs like farewell.

When school was over on Friday, the soft voice of a female classmate rang on the radio: "This song was ordered by a classmate in the third year of high school, and it is dedicated to Yan Hao, who is also in the third year of high school, in class Li (1)."

"The classmate said that eating too much sugar is bad for your teeth. You should eat less sugar, drink more hot water, exercise more, and smile more."

"You are the boy with the best smile she has ever seen."

The whole class booed.

Yang Cong winks at Xia Shui's banquet.

Yanhao didn't respond much, he was sure that Jiang Muxing was not the one who ordered the song, and it didn't matter who else.

"She also said that you were her only light for three years in high school..."

The radio is still ringing.

Yan Hao frightenedly peeked at Jiang Muxing out of the corner of her eye, and saw him drop his textbook.

"..."

It's over, the vinegar jar at home has been overturned.