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When I came back from the Labor Day holiday, the head teacher asked the students to seriously consider whether to choose liberal arts or science during evening self-study. Yu Wen calculated his grades. Arts and sciences are the same. Every subject is not top-notch, but not behind. They are all average. score level.The teacher talked to Yu Wen and persuaded Yu Wen to study science. Yu Wen's grades were among the top ten in the school. If he studied science in the future, he would be able to get good grades easily and get into a good university.

Yang Fan was sitting in the classroom, thinking about the same thing. Yang Fan calculated his grades. Except for Chinese, which did not hold back the average score of the class, all other grades did not please the teacher. Yang Fan scratched his head and lay on his back Waiting for the bell to ring after class, Yang Fan just handed out the report card under his arm. If Yu Wen saw the report card, he would probably curse again. Thinking of this, Yang Fan raised his body and threw the report card into a ball behind him in the trash can.

After class, Yang Fan waited for Yu Wen to come out of the classroom at the stairs. Xi Yang was planning to study a little longer in the classroom before walking. Seeing Yang Fan at the back door, he put down his pen and walked to the back door with a smile.

"Hey, I want to ask you something." Xi Yang said.

Yang Fan didn't speak, but nodded.

"Are you studying literature or theory?"

"I don't know." Yang Fan said shaking his head.

"Then can you tell me when you find out." Xi Yang raised his head and said to Yang Fan.

"Let's go." Yu Wen hit Yang Fan with the book he had just put away in his hand, signaling Yang Fan, Yang Fan turned his head to Xi Yang, and followed Yu Wen to leave.

Yang Fan helped Yu Wen support the schoolbag, and filled the books while going down the stairs, "Your head teacher also told you?" Yu Wen asked.

"Say, what do you study?"

"I don't know."

"I do not know either."

"Do you know how many liberal arts classes we have in the upper level?" Yang Fan looked at Yu Wen mysteriously.

"several?"

"One."

"Impossible." Yu Wen was a little happy, a thought flashed in his mind, and he denied the news with a smile.

"Really, it's in the new building to the south. There are only two liberal arts classes in the third year of high school, and one in the second year of high school this year. It's the big class. If there are fewer people recruited this year, it's still the big class. Put it in one class." Yang Fan said seriously.

Yang Fan had an idea in his mind, but felt selfish at the same time. He looked at Yu Wen sincerely, and asked, "Are you more comfortable studying theory or literature?"

"What about you?" Yu Wen avoided Yang Fan's eyes and didn't answer.

"I can do anything, you can learn anything, I can learn anything." Yang Fan passed the water room while talking, and turned in to get a cup of hot water.

Yu Wen stood at the same place, there were more than 20 science classes in total, if he studied science, he might not be assigned to one class, and the words Yang Fan said 1 minute ago sounded again in Yu Wen's mind, "What do you study, what do I study."

The head teacher just finished talking with Yu Wen, and they talked about the benefits of academic theory and the school's teaching advantages, but sometimes the truth is just the truth, and they know it is right, but they just can't abide by it.

Yang Fan fetched water from inside, Yu Wen went up to meet him and said, "Let's study literature."

"Is it really possible?" Yang Fan looked at Yu Wen happily, his words were clearly unbelievable doubts, but the corners of his mouth were already turned up, and the corners of his eyes were narrowed into a line.

"Fake." Yu Wen said as he pushed Yang Fan upstairs from behind, the uncle at the door had already started ringing the bell to close the door.

As soon as Yu Wen walked into the dormitory, the dormitory turned off the lights. Fortunately, when the dormitory fell into darkness, Haozi’s bedside lamp turned on. Looking at the magazines from the previous two days, Yu Wen gritted his teeth tightly and suppressed a smile. He wanted to bend down to take a basin to wash up, but he was afraid of missing the scene, so he put the basin on his waist and kept staring at the upper bunk next door.

There were a few rustling sounds of pages turning, and then turning faster and faster, Yang Fan sat by Yu Wen's bed soaking his feet, raised his head and gave Yu Wen a look, Yang Fan couldn't help it, and pressed down Laughter turned into a coughing sound, and Yu Wen quickly walked out with the basin.

In order to see more clearly, Yang Fan took the footbath to the opposite side of the bed and continued to soak his feet. Haozi calmly put away the book and stretched his head to look around. Yang Fan quickly turned to the side.

At night, Yang Fan could clearly hear the sound of Haozi rubbing back and forth against the quilt as he turned over. In the middle of the night, Haozi was still turning back and forth, sat up with a bang in the middle, looked around the dormitory, and looked at his lower bunk. Having a good time, he took out the magazine from under the pillow, kicked it into his arms, and got out of bed cautiously. With a click, the door latch of the dormitory was opened, and Haozi hunched over and trotted in the corridor with his slippers on, followed by The sound of things hitting the iron trash can and falling, these sounds clearly reached Yang Fan's ears at night.

When Yang Fan heard the sound of Haozi coming back, he quickly squinted his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. Haozi came back from the outside with his back straightened up. When he closed the door, he looked out twice, then climbed into bed and got under the covers. Yang Fan thought that Haozi would fall asleep. , but still heard the rustling sound of turning back and forth.

Yang Fan suddenly felt guilty. He thought of Han Yu's words, carefully captured other people's every move, and perceived the inner thoughts of others.He wanted to know what Haozi was thinking, whether he had hurt him, Yang Fan regretted that he shouldn't have written those words in the notebook, until dawn, Yang Fan could still hear the sound of Haozi turning his body back and forth.

Yang Fan has been watching Haozi's every move, Haozi is the last to get up, when Yu Wen urged Yang Fan to go down to eat quickly, Haozi was still sitting on the bed and getting dressed.While eating breakfast, Yang Fan told Yu Wen what happened last night. The egg in Yu Wen's mouth was still in his mouth. Yu Wen was a little dazed. Things were not what they thought. The magazine looked for the murderer angrily in the dormitory, and the two of them teased Haozi and then laughed and laughed like this, but they didn't expect Haozi to hide this matter so quietly, stayed up all night, and talked about things at night throw away.

"What should I do?" Yang Fan asked Yu Wen.

"Let's think about it, we'll talk about it tonight." Yu Wen also felt that something was wrong, they seemed to have done something wrong and hurt Haozi.

Yu Wen kept observing Haozi secretly in the classroom, and almost stared at him. Haozi was sleeping on the table all the time, and was caught by the teacher in the afternoon and made him stand for a class.

Yu Wen still doesn't know about the secrets of puberty. When he grows up, he can laugh with his friends about what absurd and stupid things he did at that time, and then laugh at his ignorant self as a teenager, but that can only be Things that can only be done when you grow up, you must not mock that sensitive and fragile heart at the time of the incident, which is less weathered than a tender seedling.

It's like many years later, Haozi can recall the past with his classmates at the party at the university. It turned out that he had seen so-and-so's physiological enlightenment pictures, and then laughed at himself.But Yu Wenwen and Yang Fan discovered Haozi's secret, even if Yang Fan and Yu Wen found out in front of Haozi, this incident could still be passed away with a smile on his face, and he should have discovered it behind his back, and quietly left a mark, who is Haozi panicking about? Discovered his secret, but let it pass because of face.

Yu Wen thought about it for a long time, but he felt that silence was the best way, other than that, all explanations and apologies would make the matter even more embarrassing.

Because of this matter, Yang Fan and Yu Wen didn't dare to talk to Haozi for many days, but fortunately Haozi was as lively and active as usual after a day or two.

Yang Fan did not tell Xi Yang that he would choose to study literature. When the flag was raised on Monday, Xi Yang called Yang Fan who was downstairs and asked him, "Have you decided?"

"Oh, yes, let's study literature." Yang Fan nodded as he spoke, as if he had made up his mind.

"You guys? Study literature?" Xi Yang didn't understand what we meant, and even more didn't understand why he wanted to study literature. No. [-] Middle School's science subjects are well-known in the city. Each level is a symbolic set of one or two. In the liberal arts class, why did Yang Fan study literature?

"Is it true that your parents don't know the situation in our school, so how do you study literature?" Xi Yang expressed his doubts in confusion.

Yang Fan didn't answer, but squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth, took advantage of the flow of people and pretended to be squeezed away, and disappeared at the stairs.

Xi Yang already knew that she was in the experimental class. She didn't care about Yang Fan's study of literature, but she was very curious and couldn't help but want to know Yang Fan's choice. But hearing the news that Yang Fan was going to the literature class, she still felt a little nervous. It's a pity that the literature class in No. [-] Middle School is not a dominant subject, and there are very few boys who study literature. In the liberal arts class, the meaning of boys' existence is equivalent to national treasures.

Yu Wen and Yang Fan handed over their choices to their homeroom teachers. Yang Fan's homeroom teacher took a look at Yang Fan's choice and put it down. Yu Wen called to the office, and tentatively asked, "Did you read the wrong option?"

"No."

"How do you study literature? Liberal arts exams are difficult, and your grades are no better than science. You are a smart kid. If you study science, you will definitely be able to get into a good university."

"..." Yu Wen has been standing in front of the teacher, lowering his head to listen to what the teacher said, but he didn't listen to a word.

"How about this, let me talk to your parents, you go back first." The head teacher took out the parent contact book and saw that Yu Wen's column was blank, and called Yu Wen: "Come back, your parents What's your phone number?"

"I'm just a parent, my grandfather."

"Then let me talk to Grandpa."

"Grandpa is over 90, lives in the country, and has no phone." Yu Wen made it up. The homeroom teacher looked at Yu Wen in surprise through the glasses frame, and Yu Wen looked at the teacher sincerely, with a helpless and sad expression from the corner of his mouth. With a smile, the teacher nodded and said, "It's my own choice. You can succeed in anything you learn. Go back."

Yu Wen walked out of the office, the bell for the end of class rang unsuspectingly in the corridor, followed by cheers from all directions, Yu Wen was startled, and saw many students carrying their schoolbags rushing towards the stairs from the back doors of each classroom , Yu Wen immediately moved away from the stairs to make way for them.

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