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Ling Yifeng put on his clothes, returned to the balcony, and let Qi Zhongshan hold him in his arms from behind.

He found that Qi Zhongshan likes to hug him as long as he has the conditions, and he doesn't know if it's because he didn't tell him twice before that he didn't want to scare him, subconsciously he wanted to hold himself by his side.

This is also reflected in other aspects, for example, almost everything can be done by Qi Zhongshan according to his temper, only the loss of contact is not acceptable.

On the contrary, it shows that Qi Zhongshan has no bottom line - as long as he is still there, he can do whatever else he wants.

While thinking this way, Ling Yifeng naturally leaned into Qi Zhongshan's arms and looked down at the tender buds in the flowerpot.

He nodded cautiously through the air, not daring to touch the fragile leaves: "What is this?"

"I wanted you to observe it yourself." Qi Zhongshan raised a hand, pressed the soil next to him, feeling the humidity, "mint."

"It was only later that I learned that the flower language of mint is 'hope to meet you again'." Qi Zhongshan put his arms around Ling Yifeng, and the breath from the words sprayed on his neck, causing a tingling sensation on his skin, "Are you flirting?"

"It's okay," Ling Yifeng leaned his head on his shoulder, "but how do I remember what I read before, the flower language of mint is 'please love me again'."

"Actually, it's almost the same," Qi Zhongshan smiled, "I hope to meet you again... Please love me again when we meet again."

"Ye Laifei in the early morning," Ling Yifeng was happy, and gave him an elbow, "I love you, I love you, I have always loved you, and I said goodbye to you during the day, and when I came home and saw Mint, I loved you even more than before."

"Why are you so sour?" Qi Zhongshan said with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Yifeng glared at him.

"Love you." Qi Zhongshan immediately changed his words, "Love you forever."

Teenagers like to use vows as romance the most, no matter how long-term they think, they always love to lie for a lifetime.

do not understand anything.

But dare to do anything.

There's still plenty of time to squander.

It is precisely because of this.

Only then will people feel that it is good to be young.

The midday sun shines through the glass windows and falls softly on the first leaves.

"The vitality of mint is very tenacious," Qi Zhongshan said before leaving the balcony, "If you plant it in the yard, you can grow a whole yard; if you plant it in a flower pot, even if it withers, as long as there are roots, keep watering it." Water, in the spring of the coming year, clumps of mint will grow again, as lush as Chlorophytum."

"In the future, if we buy a house ourselves, let's transplant it into the yard," Ling Yifeng said after a pause, "Buying a house with a yard, isn't the goal a little grandiose?"

"It's almost like a small three-story western-style building in the countryside," Qi Zhongshan said happily, "Let's go back to the countryside."

"But I can't say for sure, raising a child is very expensive, and we don't have any children," Qi Zhongshan said after thinking for a while, "Maybe we can save enough money."

"Hey... come here," Ling Yifeng thought of something, broke away from him, turned and ran into the house, "I'll take a pen and paper."

Qi Zhongshan didn't know what he was going to do, but he followed him obediently.

"Do you know that time passes slowly," Ling Yifeng said while searching, "It's like writing a letter to your future self."

"I've heard of it," Qi Zhongshan said, "Do you want to play?"

"No," Ling Yifeng said, "Let's write it now and find a place to hide it. It's best to clean it up when we move, so we can take it with us."

"How long?" Qi Chongshan asked.

"Ten years?" Ling Yifeng thought for a while and said.

"Won't you lose it?"

"If you really lost it, forget it, there is no chance," Ling Yifeng said, "Put an envelope on it, and remind yourself not to open it randomly and don't forget it."

Qi Zhongshan took the pen and was just about to write, when the pen paused, and suddenly said: "Let's write to the other party."

"Write a letter to the other party?" Ling Yifeng said, "Yes."

Qi Zhongshan nodded, raised his pen and began to write.

For a while, there was only the rustling of paper and pen.

Ling Yifeng finished writing very quickly. When he looked up, he realized that Qi Chongshan was writing faster than him.

He was pressing the edge of the page very carefully, smoothing it out.

"Hey, isn't it quite boring, I don't think there is anything to write." Ling Yifeng folded the paper with his head down, and put it in the envelope.

"Ten years later, you won't feel that way," Qi Zhongshan said, "Things that you can easily forget now...maybe you will feel very good ten years later."

For some reason, Ling Yifeng thought of Ling Yichen and Qi Ming from ten years ago.

"Yes." He replied softly.

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The days that are easy to be forgotten flowed away like running water, and by the time Ling Yifeng reacted, he had already taken off his scarf and mask, and the mint branches and leaves were all stretched out, a scene of vitality unique to spring.

Since Ling Yifeng was able to adapt to the temperature, he began to take physical education classes in a peaceful manner, but everyone else scrambled for the basketball court, ping pong table and badminton net. He was the only one who ran seven or eight laps on the 400-meter playground After that, I went to the horizontal bar to practice pull-ups, which was very unique.

When get out of class was about to end, he bought a few bottles of mineral water and put them in a plastic bag. While drinking slowly, he kept his eyes on the basketball court, watching Qi Zhongshan squint his eyes and lift the hem of his clothes to wipe his sweat, showing the unique good looks of young people. abs.

He noticed that Ye Yiming, who came to pick up the ball, gave him a complicated look, and simply threw a bottle of mineral water over as hush money.

Ye Yiming took it in a hurry, and before he unscrewed it to drink, he saw Ye Bingyu and Xu Qianqian walking out of the teaching building together, looking this way as he walked, seeing the embarrassment that he almost missed the bottle of mineral water , actually bent over with a smile.

"I was wrong, I was wrong big brother..." Ling Yifeng backed away while laughing after being strangled by his neck, "I really didn't see the two of them, I swear to God!"

Ye Yiming didn't want to do anything to him at first, but when he saw Qi Zhongshan turned his head to this side and raised his chin to express his doubts, the words "A friend's wife should not be bullied" flashed in his mind for some reason, and he felt a little weird. The strength in the hands also loosened a little.

Qi Zhongshan happened to leave the scene, frowned, took out his mineral water bottle from Ling Yifeng's hand and poured it down, took over Ling Yifeng from Ye Yiming's arm, and asked jokingly: "Did you commit a crime?"

"Fuck you." Ling Yifeng hooked his foot back, pulled out of his arms, opened another bottle of mineral water, and said teasingly, "Why do you pick up all the leftovers I drink, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It smells like mints." Qi Zhongshan swept his eyes over his lips, "I just like the sweetness. What do you think?"

Ye Yiming felt that he was as bright as an incandescent lamp, and when he was about to leave, he and Qi Zhongshan were dragged away by the sports committee to sort out the sports equipment.

Ling Yifeng followed from a distance, helped the other students on the playground kick the football back into the field, and smiled at the man's thumbs up.

The equipment room is a small utility room, which stores only some old sports equipment. Except for physical education classes, few people usually come to it.

He stood at the door and coughed for a while, then was stopped by Qi Zhongshan outside the dusty room.In the past, even if he coughed to death, his bronchi would be tortured and strengthened, but this time he was calm and calm, and he obediently went back to the playground and continued to be a free caddy for others.

The author has something to say: I'm very sorry that I can't log in to Jinjiang at all, and even the update is QAQ with the help of my friends, so if there are little angels who voted for landmine nutrient solution or something (not) wait until I finish smoking and thank you...

Is PSJJ forcing me to save manuscripts every day?==