Bailangbian

For people in coastal areas, typhoons are the most vigilant natural disasters of the year.

This time the typhoon first landed in Pingtung, Taiwan, and its intensity weakened slightly after landing. However, after leaving Pingtung, the eye of the typhoon became clearer and its intensity began to increase again.

Before school is over, the teacher is also reminding the students to pay close attention to the weather forecast and typhoon warning.

But basically, the school has a principle: "If it rains too much, don't use it. In other cases, stick to it."

On the way home, Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong saw that the trees on the side of the road were beginning to be strengthened or cut off excess branches and leaves, the towering billboards were being demolished, and many outdoor light boxes were also torn down.

Xing'an Street faces the sea, but the good thing is that its port is long, and the long and narrow ocean surface is like a blue nail deeply inserted into the land.No matter how strong the wind is outside, the situation in the harbor will not be serious.

But even so, Song Fengfeng still has times when he had to leave home to take refuge because the typhoon was too violent.

"I haven't received the notification yet, so it shouldn't matter?" Yu Dong was lucky.He has never faced a typhoon directly at the beach, but he finds it very interesting.

The next day saw temperatures as high as 33 degrees, with surface temperatures likely approaching the forties.In physical education class, only a few people are still playing ball, and the rest are learning radio gymnastics under the shade of trees.

Yesterday, a student in another class collapsed due to heatstroke during class. The school urgently asks all physical education teachers to be careful.

The physical education teacher focused on the girl and Yu Dong: "Does this classmate need to rest?"

Yu Dong was puzzled: "No need."

Not a breath of wind.At noon, all the students and teachers left the school, and the whole campus was like a frozen picture of the landscape, not a single leaf was disturbed by the wind.

Song Fengfeng returned home and turned on the TV immediately.CCTV has been tracking and reporting the path of the typhoon.

It has left Pingtung, is moving northwest, and is now on the extension line of the junction of the two provinces.

It was too hot, and Song Fengfeng became more and more uneasy.Song Yingxiong and the others were in the South China Sea, facing the typhoon in two directions, so he wasn't worried about his father and their fleet.

When eating at Zhou Lan's house, Zhou Lan said what Song Fengfeng wanted to say.

"It hasn't been this hot for many years." Zhou Lan said, "This typhoon is very powerful."

On TV, the naming of this tropical cyclone has been upgraded from "typhoon" to "super typhoon".

When he woke up, Yu Dong found that it was raining lightly outside.

The super typhoon was coming, and the place where Yu Dong and the others were located was immediately affected, and it started to blow and rain.

Yu Dong rushed out of the balcony to collect his clothes.Looking in the direction of the Yuhe Bridge, you can see a small tower standing on the top of the Fishery Supervision Bureau in the direction of the pier.Now a circular wind balloon has been hung on the top of the tower.

Zhou Lan told him not to go to school, but neither he nor Song Fengfeng received the notice from the teacher or class leader, so they could only grit their teeth and put on raincoats, and each drove to school.

At noon, Song Fengfeng had already moved the TV washing machine at home to Zhou Lan, and even asked Yu Dong to carry the refrigerator.

East Street was slightly lower than West Street, and he was afraid of being flooded.

Along with these valuables, photo frames and a pile of his comics were transferred, all of which were placed in Yu Dong's room in a mess.

The wind is getting stronger and the rain is getting harder.

The raincoat was overturned countless times, and Yu Dong only felt that his hands were hurt by the heavy raindrops.

When they were still one street away from the school, the two saw Zhang Jing who was riding back on his bicycle.

"Don't go!" Zhang Jinghuan yelled at them happily, "Classes will be suspended from this afternoon! The guard said it! Wait for the announcement when it will resume!"

The two immediately turned around and kicked back with difficulty against the wind and rain.

The typhoon was coming fiercely.

According to convention, it should weaken in strength after the first landfall, and weaken into a tropical storm after the second landfall, and the wind and rain it brings is not worth mentioning.

But the strange thing is that this typhoon not only did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger, and finally broke through the existing typhoon rating-this is a super typhoon that has exceeded the intensity of level 13.

The reason why it can only be set at level 13 is because the highest level of the rating standard is only level 13.

Back on Xing'an Street, the two found that people were coming and going on the street, which was very chaotic.

"Grandma!" Yu Dong took off his raincoat and pushed his bicycle home.Zhou Lan waited for the two with a non-woven schoolbag on her back, and was finally relieved to see them come back.

Although Xing'an Street is relatively safe, in order to prevent unnecessary damage, the city decided to transfer all residents on Xing'an Street.

"You can come back after staying in the library for one night." Zhou Lan asked Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong to pack important things immediately, "You don't need to bring so many, just bring two mats."

Song Fengfeng had nothing to tidy up, his things had already been tidied up when he moved here.Yu Dong put his ID card into his schoolbag, and looked up to see Song Fengfeng took the photo frame with him.

"This is very important." Song Fengfeng explained to him seriously.

The flowers on the roof of the Song family were also brought in, and the sundries filled Yu Dong's small room.

Yu Dong closed the window and door of the balcony tightly, Song Fengfeng blocked it tightly with cloth strips, and went downstairs after confirming it was safe.The door was also tightly locked, and Song Fengfeng even took out a few wooden boards and nailed them under the door to reinforce and block the water.

The grandparents and grandchildren followed other people on Xing'an Street and waited for the uniformly arranged bus at the intersection.

The wind was too strong to hold an umbrella.

All were wearing raincoats, and the most prescient ones wore two-piece raincoats and a pair of rain boots to protect themselves.

But at four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was as gloomy as night.

Yu Dong saw that there were still lights on in several houses on the street, so he tugged at the hem of Song Fengfeng's clothes and asked him about it.

It is true that some people refuse to leave, but those who can stay are also young people.Xing'an Street was not the key transfer area, and the hoarse leaders couldn't care less about these people who stayed at home. After repeatedly reminding them to pay attention to safety, several cars finally came puffing.

The old and the weak, women and children got on the car first, and Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng were waiting at the end of the line.

There was a little girl next to him grabbing his trousers, he picked her up and handed it to the woman who stretched out her hand in front of her.

At this moment, Yu Dong suddenly remembered the photo frame hanging on the wall at home.

There are many photos in the frame.

His young mother, his young, beautiful mother.

Zhou Lan had already gotten into the car, and was calling Yu Dong to hurry over.

"Grandma, I forgot something!" Yu Dong pushed Song Fengfeng forward, "I'll go back and get it, and I'll be right back!"

The hoarse man cursed and urged him to act quickly: "Then you have to sit down!"

"Okay, okay!" Yu Dong wrapped his raincoat tightly and ran back.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whistling strangely, passing Yu Dong's ears.

He clutched the raincoat flying wildly, and ran forward desperately.

The hulks under the Yuhe Bridge collided one after another, making loud noises.The water was already rising, and the waves were getting louder and louder.

When he ran to the door of the house and was about to unlock it, Yu Dong suddenly found that the door was unlocked.

This is impossible, he watched Song Fengfeng nail the planks and lock the door with his own eyes.An ominous feeling rose in Yu Dong's heart, he opened his mouth and roared, "Who is it!"

As soon as the words fell, the half-hidden door was slammed open.A man jumped out from inside, knocked Yu Dong to the ground, and ran away in the wind and rain without turning back.

Yu Dong never expected that someone would take advantage of this opportunity to steal. Angry and hated, he managed to calm down before stepping into the door and turning on the light.

He quickly took off the photo frame from the wall, unpacked it and put all the photos in his schoolbag.

There was no sign of theft in the house, but the cabinet under the photo frame had been opened, and the contents inside were dumped on the ground.

Yu Dong was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he had no time to tidy up.Turning around and about to leave, there was a sudden bang above the head—the light went out.

The moment the lights went out, someone rushed in from the door with water all over their heads.

"Damn it!" Yu Dong roared, raising his fist and hitting the person who threw himself on him.

Just hitting the man's chin, the man screamed in pain, pulled the two schoolbags on Yu Dong's chest and fell to the side: "It's me!"

Yu Dong quickly withdrew his second punch: "Song Fengfeng?"

Song Fengfeng came back to find Yu Dong.He was afraid that the wind and rain would be too strong, and Yu Dong would not be able to find his way. Moreover, Yu Dong was thin, in his opinion, the kind of skinny that could fly into the sky with a single blow.

Yu Dong repeatedly apologized to him.Song Fengfeng said it was all right, and turned to look at the door lock.

The previous knocker had broken the lock and couldn't close it.

The two of them were busy for a while, seeing the rain pouring down on the ground, but the door just couldn't be closed tightly.Water gradually entered the hall, and the ground became wet.

It was getting darker.Yu Dong took out half of the candle and lit it, and put it on the dining table.Song Fengfeng asked him to bring the thick and long bamboo poles used to dry the quilts on the second floor, and first propped the door against it, and then immediately blocked the gap.When the bamboo poles were still barely able to support them, the two moved all the sofas, coffee tables, and TV cabinets in the living room to the back of the door, holding on to the doors that were shaken by the strong wind.

Only this time none of them can get out.

"Are you stupid?" Yu Dong sat on the ground and kicked Song Fengfeng, "What are you doing back here!"

Song Fengfeng carefully moved the candle between the two of them, and sat down cross-legged: "Come back and save you."

He grinned: "If it wasn't for me, you would still be squatting at the door and crying."

Yu Dong: "Who is crying?"

Song Fengfeng: "I'm crying, it's okay."

The convoy has already left, Zhou Lan will be properly placed in a safe place, Yu Dong is not nervous.The strange thing is that even though he knew that the place where he and Song Fengfeng were staying was not very safe, he was not anxious.

In the rain curtain that was almost blown into horizontal lines by the strong wind, they could see a few lights on the East Street opposite the Yuhe Bridge.

"Brother Cheng, who runs the canteen, didn't leave either. There are too many things in his house that he can't move, so he has been strengthening the doors and windows." Song Fengfeng pointed him out, "Brother Cheng has a generator."

Some people lit candles, some turned on emergency lights, and the rich and powerful brother Cheng directly used the generator. The whole canteen was like a shining altar in the dark and rainy weather.

Yu Dong bowed to him, "Call me quickly."

After playing cards for a while, both were hungry.

Yu Dong took Zhou Lan's radio, and all the programs on the radio station were cancelled, and the typhoon path and the status of various places in the city were broadcast in rotation 24 hours a day.

The resettlement site at the library is full, and most of the residents of Xing'an Street have been successfully transferred.Now the people evacuated from the beach are mainly going towards the gymnasium... The cross on the top of the church is missing... The statue of Mazu has been temporarily reinforced, but the situation is not optimistic... A climbing couple lost contact on Wutou Mountain. The defense team went to search, but there was little hope...

The sound was intermittent. I don't know if it was because the radio was too old or because of the wind and rain.

Song Fengfeng took the candle to the kitchen, and not only cooked porridge, but also fried a plate of fish.There was a lot of food in the refrigerator, and the weather was too hot, so he was afraid that it would spoil, so he simply took out all the food from the previous night, steamed it on the pot, and brought it all to the dining table.

Halfway through the dinner, Zhou Lan called.

She borrowed the landline from the resettlement office, and immediately started cursing when she heard Yu Dong's voice.

Yu Dong had never heard her look so fierce, and she nodded repeatedly after being scolded, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Fortunately, the typhoon's path was slightly shifted to their side, and it was not a frontal attack.Song Fengfeng also said a few words to Zhou Lan, comforting her with a smile.Yu Dong found it very strange: Zhou Lan was still very angry, but Song Fengfeng's attitude changed after he said a few words and made a joke.

"I will definitely feed him and take good care of him." Song Fengfeng said loudly, "Yu Dong lost one hair, I will pay you two!"

Yu Dong: "...you don't have as much hair as I do, do you?"

Song Fengfeng put down the phone: "It's not as long as yours."

As the meal was over, the light from the candles grew weaker and weaker.Both of them were unwilling to wash the dishes, so after a long time of guessing and pushing, Yu Dong went to wash the dishes, and Song Fengfeng went to find new candles.

The sundry room on the second floor was dark, and Song Fengfeng fumbled all by memory.He remembered that during the Chinese New Year this year, he went to Zhou Lan's house to help clean and move things, and he did see a pack of white, plump and round candles.

Yu Dong walked up with the remaining piece of candle carefully.The candle flame flickered, and his shadow was like a black, thin giant, sticking to the wall and moving along with it.

Song Fengfeng found the package of unused candles, took out one, and leaned over to light it.

With his head down, he carefully brought the cotton thread of the candle wick close to the candle in Yu Dong's hand.

Yu Dong looked at Song Fengfeng.The security of the property said that he was hacked, and he felt that it was wrong.The black one should still be Song Fengfeng.

The eyebrows are black, the eyes are black, and the eyelashes are very long, which are shaken by the candlelight.The new candle was finally lit, and the flame became bigger and bigger, and Song Fengfeng's entire face was illuminated, as if there were crumbled particles of light sticking to his hair, even the tiny beads of sweat on the root of the hair and on the forehead Jojo is illuminated.

"Okay, change to mine." Song Fengfeng turned the tin box of moon cakes upside down, stuck the candles on it, and smiled at Yu Dong, "Let me tell you, I really can't do it without me."

The two stayed at home, it was really boring, and it was meaningless to continue playing cards. Song Fengfeng began to chat with Yu Dong about his class.

Class 8 is an ordinary class. There are students with good grades, and there are also students with special talents in sports or arts like Song Fengfeng.Song Fengfeng was appointed as a sports committee member. Every morning he stood bitterly in front of the team and led the whole class to do morning exercises. He finally understood Yu Dong's feeling of being afraid of being watched.

"Aren't you going to train?" Yu Dong was wearing a blanket and eating dried sweet potatoes.Although the temperature is still very high in September, the wind and rain have caused the temperature to drop sharply, making it a bit cold.

"We have just started school, and the coach made us familiar with the school environment. Now the second year of senior high school is full training, and the first year of senior high school will not start until October." Song Fengfeng asked him, "Isn't this stretching exercise to step on the right leg first? It seems that the waist is also stretched. Press it down?"

He made a posture of a roc spreading its wings.

Yu Dong: "... the left leg first?"

Song Fengfeng: "The right leg."

The two were at a stalemate, and Yu Dong gave up first: "The good right leg is to press down the waist...I will help you."

He shook off the blanket with a smirk, and stretched out his palm to Song Fengfeng.Song Fengfeng immediately raised his hand in defense: "Fuck, you want to tickle me again! Don't come here, you are more ticklish than me, do you want to die!"

When Yu Dong thought about it, he was right.

In order to protect yourself, forget it.

He had already stood up straight on his knees, and was about to sit down when he suddenly heard a loud "bang" behind him - the window on the balcony was broken!

At the moment of the sound, he didn't turn around or dodge immediately.

Yu Dong has no such experience.

But he saw Song Fengfeng rushing towards him.

Song Fengfeng reacted very quickly, he took Yu Dong into his arms with one hand, pulled up the blanket that Yu Dong threw on the ground with the other hand, and quickly covered both of them in almost impossible speed.

Song Fengfeng kicked the candle to the ground and immediately extinguished it.

A steel pipe used to support the billboard fell through the hole in the window and tumbled on the ground.

"I rely on... I rely on!!!" Song Fengfeng's voice trembled.

Yu Dong was hugged by him, with his ears pressed against his chest, and he could hear his heart beating like a drum.

"Are you all right? Where did you hurt?" Song Fengfeng didn't dare to take off the blanket, and groped Yu Dong's face and back blindly, "Damn... it scared me to death."

Yu Dong was shocked, and finally found his tone of voice: "What about you?"

"I'm asking you!" Song Fengfeng yelled, "How can you sit under the window on a typhoon day!"

He touched Yu Dong's ear: "Where's the ear? Are the ears okay? Can you hear me?"

Yu Dong's face became hot from his touch, and he grabbed his hand: "I'm not deaf! I've said it a hundred thousand times... I'm not hurt either."

Song Fengfeng's ankle was not covered by the blanket, and there was a shallow scar from the fragments of the window.

The two lit the candles again, placed them in a place where they would not be blown by the wind, and then dealt with the holes in the windows.

It was the steel pipe that broke the glass.Song Fengfeng first pulled the curtains and stuffed them in the hole, but soon found that it was impossible: the rain wet the curtains and flowed in again.

He kicked the steel pipe away and asked Yu Dong to bring him the mat on the bed.

The two worked together to cover the mat on the window, and then removed a bed board to firmly press against the mat.Across the triple barrier of curtains, mats and bed boards, the speed of rainwater pouring into the house suddenly slowed down, and only small trickles of water slid down the wall.

Yu Dong moved the desk and moved all the things on the floor to the utility room next door.The sundry room couldn't fit it anymore, so I simply took it downstairs and put it in Zhou Lan's room.

The waterproof layer on the roof also leaked, and it fell down like a rainwater line, and it slammed on the stairs.

Yu Dong ran up and down, took out all the pots and buckets in the house, and picked up water one by one.

Song Fengfeng held two large towels and kept wiping the accumulated water in Yu Dong's room.

Fortunately, it was dealt with in time and it was not too serious.

After more than an hour, Zhou Lan's radio stopped because of a lack of electricity.

Just before the stop, the host of the radio station was still reading the report from the Meteorological Observatory: "The super typhoon has weakened to a strong typhoon level... The wind force is weakening... The wind direction has changed, and it still has a serious impact on our city... All units and residents be sure……"

After the wind direction changed, the rain no longer rushed directly in the direction of the broken window.

Song Fengfeng was exhausted: "I don't want to do cleaning again for a year."

The small wound on his ankle was painful, he was tired and hungry, he ate some of Yu Dong's leftover snacks, and rolled into bed to sleep.

A piece of the bed board was dismantled, and the two of them lay tightly together.Yu Dong asked him about the wound, and Song Fengfeng said that it had been disinfected and there was no serious problem.

It was a tiring and long night. Song Fengfeng lay down for a while, unable to fall asleep, and began to talk to Yu Dong.

Yu Dong slept inside, against the wall.His hair was still a little wet, and his skin was cold. When Song Fengfeng touched his arm, Yu Dong shrank subconsciously.

It's not the first time I slept with Song Fengfeng, but this time it's a little different.Yu Dong pondered for a long time, then sat up suddenly: "Why don't you wear clothes!"

Song Fengfeng was dumbfounded: "I'm wearing it."

He hooked his shorts.There was a soft "snap" when the rubber band hit the skin.

"Just wear this?!"

"I don't have any clothes, I'm all wet." Song Fengfeng was wronged, "Your clothes don't fit well either, I usually sleep like this in summer."

"...You still have the habit of sleeping naked?" Yu Dong was quite surprised.

Song Fengfeng: "Who is naked? Isn't he still wearing a pair of briefs?"

Yu Dong couldn't explain it clearly to him, and tried to stick to the wall as much as possible when lying down, avoiding Song Fengfeng.

Song Fengfeng even put his nose on his face: "Did you feel jealous when you saw my muscles?"

"I have too, okay?"

It was too dark, the candles were blown out again, and the room was pitch black.Song Fengfeng developed inexplicable courage.

He went out to pinch Yu Dong's shoulders and arms: "Do you have muscles? This is fat."

Yu Dong pushed his palm away: "Don't touch it!"

Song Fengfeng leaned on him and said with a playful smile, "May I give you a massage?"

Yu Dong: "No need."

Song Fengfeng poked his ear: "Then I saved you, can you give me a massage?"

Yu Dong: "..."

Song Fengfeng: "I just wiped the floor for a long time, and my shoulders are sore."

Yu Dong had no choice but to let him turn around, and reached out to help him pinch his shoulder.

"You can't sit up?" Yu Dong said angrily as the posture was very difficult.

Song Fengfeng was pinched very comfortably by him, closed his eyes and shook his head: "I just want to lie down...I'm so tired."

Yu Dong then remained silent.

Song Fengfeng really helped him a lot just now, and Yu Dong didn't think it was too much to give him a shoulder squeeze.

The texture of the skin is different between a person who has been exercising for years and someone like him who just plays ball when he thinks about it, and stays at home reading comics and eating snacks when he is lazy.Yu Dong didn't dare to push hard, he felt a little inexplicably nervous, and he didn't even have the mood to chat.

Song Fengfeng really fell asleep at some point, breathing evenly.

Yu Dong withdrew his hand.

The wind and rain gradually subsided.The typhoon continues to move inland, but has started to move away from the city.

Water was still dripping from the stairs.

But beyond the windows, the restored street lamps were already on.

The light outlined Song Fengfeng's silhouette, and Yu Dong could only see his shoulders, arms, ears and some messy hair.

These faintly glowing silhouettes in the darkness gave him a certain illusion in an instant—the one beside him was not a 16-year-old boy, but a fully mature male body.

Powerful, fierce, but also gentle and loyal.

Yu Dong opened his mouth, he felt his heart beating fast.

"Thank you." He said in a low voice, reaching out to touch Song Fengfeng's ear.

The earlobes are cool and soft.

Song Fengfeng also noticed that someone touched him in his sleep.He raised his hand to pat in a daze, but Yu Dong quickly withdrew his hand.

Song Fengfeng only grabbed the end of Yu Dong's fingers.Because I didn't hold it firmly, it quickly slipped out of my hand.

"Sleep..." he said in a daze.

Yu Dong subconsciously held his breath and pressed against the wall.

The cold, damp walls made his accelerated heartbeat and abnormal body heat gradually subside.

He clenched his hand tightly, the place Song Fengfeng just touched was warm.

After a super typhoon passes through, the city will inevitably be in a mess.

Mr. Song Fengfeng mentioned the day when Yu Dong came: "You came just after the typhoon. Remember, it was very, very hot."

"You eat ice cream on the second floor." Of course Yu Dong remembered.

It's strange, now he finds that as long as he thinks back, he can remember all the details of getting along with Song Fengfeng clearly.

The house had new glass windows and new locks, and Zhou Lan kept scolding them while feeling sorry for them.

Song Fengfeng ran away with the excuse of "going home to tidy up", leaving Yu Dong alone to bear it.

Going back to school is also very hectic, the campus is full of water, this tree fell, and that tree fell.

One of the classrooms with broken windows was miserable, and the multimedia was all scrapped.

Class 1 and Class 2 of Senior One have high floors, but fortunately the windows are very strong and not broken.

When Yu Dong came, Zheng Suibo had already arrived, and was painting on the window with an oil brush and several tubes of paint.

Although the window wasn't broken, something smashed it into a very spectacular crack. Zheng Suibo painted and sang, very happy.

Yu Dong reminded him: "Have you finished your blackboard newspaper?"

Zheng Suibo: "...It's really unpleasant to chat with you."

Everything is gradually on the track.Song Fengfeng got up early every day, waited for Yu Dong to go to school together, and then practiced in the training ground. When the "March of Athletes" started, he immediately returned to his class and took the whole class to do morning exercises.

His tablemate is also a tall boy named Wu Tong, whom Yu Dong has met several times.

"The grades must be very good, right?" Zhang Jing said, "Why every time I visit you, your tablemate is always reading."

"That's right, the books he reads are very profound, they are all ancient Chinese." Song Fengfeng said, "I'm reading "Yichun Fragrant Quality" recently, it may be a romance novel."

Zhang Jing: "It doesn't sound like a serious book."

Yu Dong: "Oh."

They didn't take this matter to heart.

Yu Dong gradually became busy.Although Zheng Suibo was the only one who was assigned to do the blackboard newspaper, Zheng Suibo cried to the teacher in charge, saying that he must find someone with good handwriting like Yu Dong to help him, and Yu Dong was also temporarily assigned this task.

He and Zheng Suibo had been wandering in front of the three big blackboards on the bulletin board for several days.

"Can there be any theme for the National Day?" Yu Dong said, "Isn't that all there? You can draw whatever you want, and I can write whatever you want."

He pointed to the time: "It's seven o'clock for my deskmate! Seven o'clock! Aren't you hungry?"

Song Fengfeng is still playing on the field, Yu Dong knows that his training time has long since ended, and now he is waiting for himself.

Zheng Suibo sat on the ground, looking at the three large blackboards side by side from a distance.

The task of decorating these three large blackboards came in rotation. Originally, Class 1, Grade [-] was going to publish a blackboard newspaper for Teacher's Day. Unexpectedly, a typhoon disrupted the plan, so now Zheng Suibo's task has become "Making National Day" poster".

He sat cross-legged, made a practice gesture, and stared intently at the blackboard.

Yu Dong squatted beside him, followed his gaze without seeing any clues: "What are you doing?"

"I know how to draw." Zheng Suibo's eyes were still fixed on the blackboard, and he moved his finger at Yu Dong, "At the same table, help me bring two more boxes of colored chalks."

Yu Dong looked at the unopened box of chalk in front of him: "Three boxes? You don't need it! Don't write so much!"

"Don't interrupt my creative thinking, go!" Zheng Suibo ordered, pointing to the classroom.

Yu Dong had no choice but to go.

Song Fengfeng also ran over when passing the volleyball court: "Can you go home?"

"No." Yu Dong said while running, "You go first, don't wait for me."

"Wait a little longer." Song Fengfeng said mysteriously, "I want you to help me with something, I will talk about it on the way later."

Yu Dong went downstairs with two boxes of chalk, and the sky was much darker.Song Fengfeng was eating snacks and beating mosquitoes downstairs in the teaching building, waiting for him to finish his work and go home together.

Yu Dong ran to the bulletin board, and was startled when he was about to arrive.

In the hidden place behind the bulletin board, Zheng Suibo and a tall boy were kissing.

Yu Dong: "...?!"

But the next moment he knew something was wrong.

Zheng Suibo smashed the blackboard eraser in his hand on the man's face and yelled, "Wu Tong, you must be sick!"

Yu Dong was shocked again.

The one who pressed Zheng Suibo against the wall and kissed him was Song Fengfeng's deskmate, the tall, quiet boy Wu Tong.

Wu Tong was hit with powder on the head, and his expression was very calm.

He patted his head and shook off a pile of powder.

"It hurts."

Zheng Suibo slipped out from between the wall and him: "If you do this again, I will expose you."

Wu Tong touched his chin: "Exposed."

Zheng Suibo threw the blackboard eraser in his hand directly at him: "You are really sick!"

"It's time to go home." Wu Tong followed Zheng Suibo slowly, "Stop drawing, ugly."

Zheng Suibo was not so angry when he was kissed by force.He almost jumped up violently: "Who the hell are you calling ugly!"

Wu Tong succeeded in provoking Zheng Suibo, seemed satisfied, and walked forward with a smile on his face.

Zheng Suibo yelled behind him: "Go to hell!"

Wu Tong: "Okay."

Yu Dong: "..."

He stood stiffly aside, standing like a statue named "Awkward".

Wu Tong had a leisurely posture and a leisurely tone of voice: "Yu Dong, hello."

Yu Dong: "...Hello."

The words that Zheng Suibo yelled just now sounded in his heart - be sick.

When Yu Dong came home, he wanted to share with Song Fengfeng what he had just seen, but he always felt that it was not good.

Although Wu Tong and Zheng Suibo seem very casual, who knows whether they are willing to let these things be exposed?And Zheng Suibo seemed very unhappy...Yu Dong was pedaling his bicycle in silence, his mind was full of those words and that scene over and over again.

They kissed!

It was only at this time that Yu Dong gradually felt shocked.

Two boys, they kissed.

Almost inappropriately, he suddenly remembered what Song Fengfeng whispered in his ear when he was fishing for squid.

Those things that are not suitable for specific description suddenly and vividly jumped in front of Yu Dong at this moment.

He even saw the faces of Zheng Suibo and Wu Tong in those actions that were not suitable for specific description.

Yu Dong: "..."

Song Fengfeng: "Wait... Yu Dong! Watch the way!"

Yu Dong slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of the lamppost.

Song Fengfeng looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Let's not talk about it.Yu Dong thought, how fucking embarrassing.

"What do you want me to do?" He changed the subject.

Song Fengfeng slapped the mosquitoes so hard that he almost forgot about it.

Coincidentally, not long after he joined the team, everyone knew that he and Yu Dong were good friends.

Yu Dong, that little boy in the first year of high school, is especially pursued by many girls—everyone in the team knows Yu Dong's name, and they all gritted their teeth when they said it.Even if the girl they like didn't secretly take the opportunity to pass by the corridor of Class 1, Senior One, she would still look at Yu Dong more often on the playground.

The captain of the team is also interested in Yu Dong. Yesterday he carried Song Fengfeng over alone, and said, "Let your friend write a love letter for me."

He wanted to chase after the sophomore, but because he didn't have any words in his stomach, and he was a famous team leader in the sophomore year, he couldn't show his face to ask for help, so he had to go to Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong.

Song Fengfeng wondered where Yu Dong had written such a thing.

Captain: "Learn if you haven't written it before. It's very simple, just praise me."

Song Fengfeng thought he didn't know you.

Captain: "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you know me. Tell me about it, describe it for me, and describe me better."

Song Fengfeng: "Captain, you are very good."

What he said was the truth, but his appearance was a bit rough and flat, and he might not meet the standard set by the super flower himself.

The captain was very satisfied and grateful to Song Fengfeng, and promised that he would be rewarded after Yu Dong finished writing.

Song Fengfeng couldn't do it if he didn't agree, the captain was much taller and stronger than himself, and he was also a well-known overlord in the high school team in the city.

"That's it." Song Fengfeng finished speaking, and finally said, "Help me."

Yu Dong didn't listen carefully.

He saw Wu Tong walking through the street with a leisurely posture and a relaxed gait.

Song Fengfeng was very dissatisfied with his distraction, and patted the front of his car: "Yu Dong."

Yu Dong: "Huh?"

Song Fengfeng: "Have you heard clearly?"

Yu Dong: "Oh, it's clear."

He thought for a while, but seemed unsure: "What do you want me to do?"

Song Fengfeng: "Help write a love letter."

Yu Dong was stunned for a moment: "What are you writing?"

"Love letter!" Song Fengfeng wished he could wave his hands and feet, "I love you, are you willing to accept me? Such a love letter! Do me a favor, save me!"

The two just arrived at the railway crossing and stopped together.

Yu Dong still felt that he had heard wrong, but he lost the courage to ask again.

Song Fengfeng waited expectantly for his reply.The red light at the railway crossing illuminated half of Song Fengfeng's face.

As the train passed by, the siren made a long tail sound, and the wheels rubbed against the track, making the sound harsh.

Yu Dong remained silent.He felt an indescribable pain in his heart, which he had never experienced in more than ten years.

Song Fengfeng wants to write a love letter...to whom?what kind of person?classmate?Different classes?

He was even annoyed: When did you know each other?do i knowYou're with me when you go to and from school, when did you meet someone I don't know!

The expectation and smile on Song Fengfeng's face faded little by little.

Yu Dong's expression became very complicated, even a little scary, as if he was gritting his teeth in his heart, suppressing some hard-to-express emotions.

"Yu Dong?" Song Fengfeng was anxious, "Then don't write it, let's not write it, okay? I... I'll find someone else."

He thought Yu Dong was unwilling to help the captain with such private work.

"I'll just ask Zhang Jing for help. He will definitely write. He secretly writes love letters to Guan Chuyang in his heart every day. You must not know." Song Fengfeng said with a smile, "He is very ghostly. He must be very good at writing. "

"Good at writing?" Yu Dong asked, "Do you think he can write beautiful love letters?"

Song Fengfeng thought to himself, if it's not pretty, then it's okay?I was directly hung on the goal by the captain as a living target. "It must be beautiful!" In order to let Yu Dong relieve this psychological burden, he was determined to exaggerate Zhang Jing's love letter accomplishments to the sky, "Really, it is very good, Zhang Jing is a sour talent at heart, otherwise why did he meet Guan Chuyang?" Does the photo call someone a goddess?"

"I wrote."

Song Fengfeng: "Although Guan Chuyang is really...huh?"

Yu Dong said it again: "I will write it!"

Song Fengfeng himself was in a dilemma: "No need, really, Yu Dong. This kind of thing shouldn't have happened in the first place.