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Lu was not shy when opening his mouth, and said frankly: "I'll buy one for you at the weekend, you choose."

He got cheap and acted like a good boy, so he decided to meet next time, even though Qi Zhaoran still scolded the old rascal in his heart, he tugged on his shirt uncomfortably on the surface: "I still won't go to school, it's too embarrassing. "

"There's no shame in wearing my clothes." Guan Lv took advantage of the red light and turned to look at him: "It looks good."

Although Qi Zhaoran's school did not stipulate that school uniforms must be worn at other times except for Monday's flag raising, but Qi Zhaoran was used to wearing school uniforms. He bought several pieces as early as the beginning of school and wore them backwards. He did not wear regular uniforms at school.

"Don't take it off." Guan Lu didn't correct Qi Zhaoran's behavior of pulling the hem of his clothes, put the car in gear and drove off.

Before Qi Zhaoran got out of the car, Guan Lu pinched the timer. Qi Zhaoran glanced at it, only to find that he had been with him for eleven hours, three minutes and 28 seconds.

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Zhao Ming didn't sleep during his morning reading, and kept staring at Qi Zhaoran.Qi Zhaoran naturally knew what he was thinking, but he just pretended he didn't see it if he didn't want to explain, and lowered his head to write his paper.

"You didn't go home last night?" Zhao Ming finally opened his mouth after finishing his morning reading, but Qi Zhaoran couldn't hide and put down his pen.

"how do you know?"

"I went to your house to deliver schoolbags."

"By the way, thank you for the schoolbag." Qi Zhaoran didn't explain much, and was about to continue writing the paper, but Zhao Ming took away the pen:

"Where did you go, don't tell me you spent the night at the rich woman's house!"

Qi Zhaoran looked back at Zhao Ming, only to realize that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept the night before.

"It's okay, you." Qi Zhaoran was about to look closer at the bloodshot eyes, but was pushed by Zhao Ming:

"I squatted in front of your house all night!"

Although Zhao Ming didn't study very well and didn't listen carefully in class, but because of his father's face, he never skipped class.So when Zhao Ming ran out of the teaching building, Qi Zhaoran realized later that he was really angry, but felt that it was strange.

If I hadn't told him in advance, it would be considered a one-off, Qi Zhaoran didn't let him squat in front of their house for one night, and taking a step back and saying where Qi Zhaoran went didn't have much to do with Zhao Ming.

Qi Zhaoran only thinks that Zhao Ming is used to it, after all, Zhao Ming belongs to the kind of friends who are wealthy and carefree, and they usually have a small temper, but every time he gets angry for no reason, he finds that Qi Zhaoran doesn't pay attention to him at all, and instead looks ashamed to seek peace.

Qi Zhaoran supported the back of his neck and turned his neck around, creaking, ignoring Zhao Ming's petty temper and continuing to work on the question.

Until the school bell rang and Zhao Ming didn't come, Qi Zhaoran had no choice but to tear up a small note and copy the homework neatly. He dug out the homework to be written from Zhao Ming's desk, and wrote it in advance for his self-study class. Put the homework together and plan to go to Zhao Ming's house for the uncle to copy.

As a result, Zhao Ming's house hadn't arrived yet, but when he passed by the barbecue stall where Zhao Ming had dinner that day, he saw Zhao Ming and the boy in his class who threw Zhao Ming's note last time scuffled together. The battle was quite fierce, and Zhao Ming's head was covered with blood. It must have been hit by a beer bottle.

Seeing that the boy's bench was about to fall on Zhao Ming's head, Qi Zhaoran stretched out his hand to block it, then picked up the empty beer bottle on the ground and slapped it on the boy's arm. It didn't feel good to get stuck in, but it was a minor injury at best.

Several people treated the wounds briefly, and were invited to the police station for a cup of tea. Qi Zhaoran finally figured out what happened.

The boy's name was Zhu Hao, and he didn't get along with Zhao Ming himself. When he saw Zhao Ming drinking beer here alone after school, he came over and scolded him. Seeing that the beating was fierce, the people around did not dare to intervene.

Qi Zhaoran was not implicated in any way, he said that hitting Zhu Hao was self-defense, but his arm was actually broken.After receiving the safety education from the police uncle, several people left the police station.

The two squatted on the curb in front of the police station.Zhao Ming's forehead was wrapped in gauze, and his newly trimmed hairstyle was shaved into a short cut, which looked a little funny.Qi Zhaoran had a broken arm, but it wasn't a big deal. He was strung up in front of his chest, and the already wide neckline was hanging around his shoulders so loosely that it couldn't fall off.

Zhao Ming suddenly apologized, turned around to help Qi Zhaoran adjust his collar, and squatted down in a desperate manner.

"It's okay." Qi Zhaoran knew that the kid was just throwing a temper tantrum, and he didn't laugh at his childish behavior tonight.

"Thank you." Zhao Ming felt on his body, obviously the cigarette had come out, and then glanced at Qi Zhaoran and put it back. Seeing Qi Zhaoran looking at him, he lowered his head and explained: "Smoking is not allowed in the rules for middle school students."

Qi Zhaoran raised his eyebrows and remained silent, continuing to stare at Zhao Ming's forehead.

"Laugh as much as you want," Zhao Ming snorted, pricking his extremely short hair and pricking his hands.

"Yellow." Qi Zhaoran had no other comments.

"Are you really with the rich woman?" Zhao Ming said cautiously, as if he wasn't the one who lost his temper in the morning.

"It doesn't count..."

"You, you, you look like you've been adopted by her!" Zhao Ming's voice immediately became louder.

Qi Zhaoran didn't speak, he lowered his head and took out the completed homework from his schoolbag and handed it to Zhao Ming: "Don't copy everything, write a few wrong ones."

Zhao Mingbei came from it, and hugged Qi Zhaoran's thigh directly and cried: "Brother..."

"Don't rub your tears and snot on my pants!" Qi Zhaoran hit Zhao Ming with his homework, but didn't start.

"I wish you two childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, a happy marriage for a hundred years, early birth of precious children and grandchildren, and your love for ghosts will last forever..." Zhao Ming brought over the exercise book and muttered. Qi Zhaoran thought that this should be Zhao Ming's lifelong vocabulary.

The one here just sent Zhao Ming away, but his home was not far away, so he wanted to walk back.

The moonlight was clear, Qi Zhaoran was walking home with his schoolbag on one shoulder, the night wind was blowing gently, he could smell the faint fragrance on his clothes when he lowered his head, he couldn't help but make people sniff deeply.

Because it is the fragrance of seventeen or eighteen-year-old Guanlu.

11

When Qi Zhaoran got home at night, he realized that he hadn't eaten, so he ordered a takeaway and hurried back to the house to go to study.Sitting at the desk, I realized that my right hand was injured and I couldn’t hold a pen in my left hand. I simply sent a WeChat message to Zhao Ming and asked him to ask for leave on my behalf. He simply skipped going to school for the last few days before the holiday and went straight to the summer vacation.

Sitting and having nothing to do, he took out his mobile phone and called Aunt Song, and heaved a sigh of relief when he got the answer that Ruojie's condition was okay, and leaned back on the old wooden chair, his bangs were covered by the warm wind outside the window. It was blown up, and the huge fan blades above the head roared and rolled up the rolls on the table.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to play for a while, a call came in from Guan Lu, and Qi Zhaoran almost missed the phone.

"..." The other end didn't speak for a long time, Qi Zhaoran could hear faint breathing through the phone.

"Hello? Guan Lv?"

"Ah."

"what happened?"

"Come to see me?"

Qi Zhaoran looked down at his arm: "No."

"Come on, I want to see you." Guan Lu's voice was slightly hoarse, and Qi Zhaoran's ears were itchy.

"Um... where is it?" Qi Zhaoran had no choice but to disarm and straighten his back from the old wooden chair.

Guan Lv sent Qi Zhaoran the location, Qi Zhaoran couldn't tie his shoelaces with one hand, so he had to loosen the shoelaces, simply put on a pair of sneakers and went downstairs.

On the dark and steep streets, Qi Zhaoran's heart beat like a drum, and he started running unconsciously as he walked, passing through the surging crowds and the colorful night market.

Arriving downstairs in the hotel, Qi Zhaoran supported his knee with one hand, bent slightly to pant for breath, then leaned against a thick tree, raised his eyelids to look at the hotel gate, and looked for Guan Lv's figure.

But a few minutes later, Guan Lv and his group went out, besides He Ning, there was a young and handsome boy beside him, his face was blushing, Guan Lv seemed to have told He Ning something, and He Ning took the boy away.

Qi Zhaoran vaguely knew that it was probably because Guan Lv didn't ask him to drink with him recently, it was because he found someone else.But it's no wonder that when Guan Lv was talking, it was agreed that as long as Qi Zhaoran was with Guan Lv, the billing would start, and he didn't say when it would end, nor did he say that he was the only one.

Guan Lv was the only one left, and it might be because Qi Zhaoran's white bandage was too conspicuous, as soon as Guan Lv raised his head, Qi Zhaoran bumped into his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but Guan Lv took the first steps towards him.

"how did you make it?"

"It fell." Qi Zhaoran didn't intend to tell Guan Lv, but Guan Lv obviously drank a lot, and his thinking was not very clear, so he didn't care about this issue.

"Hmm..." Guan Lv lowered his head for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, then raised his head and said to Qi Zhaoran, "Let's go?"

"where to?"

"Anywhere is fine." Although Guan Lv said that, he took a step first, feeling a little flustered.Qi Zhaoran stayed under the tree for a while and then chased after him.

Guan Lu walked to the river against the wind, leaning on the railing with one hand and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Even though this road leads neither to Qi Zhaoran's house nor to Guan Lu's house, Qi Zhaoran still didn't say a word to remind him.

Guan Lu turned his head to look at Qi Zhaoran, suddenly drew closer, and answered his last question after a while: "It looks good."

Qi Zhaoran didn't know whether he was talking about himself or the scenery, so he took two steps back secretly, and Guan Lv followed slowly.

Until Guan Lu came up to kiss him, Qi Zhaoran still felt a little unreal. People were coming and going on the bridge, and cars were passing by one after another. Qi Zhaoran simply took his arm with one hand.

When he stopped the taxi and gave his home address, Qi Zhaoran's fingertips were trembling. Guan Lv was already seven or eight times drunk, so he let Qi Zhaoran get into the car and just looked at him with a smile.

Qi Zhaoran dragged Guan Lv into the house, turned around and locked the