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In the bedroom on the second floor of Lin Lu's house.

Fang Zheng opened the black gift box that Lin Lu handed over. Inside was a black pen. Fang Zheng frowned: "Pen? Pen?"

"Well," Lin Lu sat by the bed eating a popsicle, nodded and said, "Happy birthday, hero, I hope you can be a hero in the future."

"No, I hope you will become a superhero in the future." Before Fang Zheng could speak, Lin Lu added.

"But no matter whether I am a hero or not in the future," Fang Zheng said, "I can't use a pen."

"I know you won't need it," Lin Lu said, "I just kept it in my collection. Let's take it as a memorial."

Fang Zheng took the old-style pen and looked at it carefully. No matter how he looked at it, he felt quite familiar. He tried hard to find some relevant impressions in his mind, but he failed.

"This pen looks familiar to me," Fang Zheng said, "Have I seen this style of pen before?"

"Didn't you see it before?" Lin Lu bit the ice in his mouth with a bang, "You once had it."

"Me?" Fang Zheng was startled, "Owned it? Why don't I remember?"

"When you were in the second grade, you practiced... it should be called calligraphy competition, or calligraphy? It's not like, I don't remember, anyway, it was just that time, you won No.1, and the prize was this pen," Lin Lu lowered his voice, "But I lost it later."

As soon as Lin Lu mentioned it, Fang Zheng quickly remembered the whole story about this pen. It was indeed his prize in the competition, but when he went to fight to protect Lin Lu after school that day, he didn't care about his schoolbag. It was thrown into a small grass, anyway, he didn't find it in the end, he didn't care much about it himself, but Lin Lu was unhappy about it for a long time afterwards.

"Then this pen, the one at that time? Where did you find it?"

"No, it's impossible to find something I lost a few years ago," Lin Lu said, "I bought it."

"Where can you buy such an old style?"

"Leave it alone," Lin Lu smiled, "How about it, this real surprise?"

"I'm very surprised," Fang Zheng put the pen in his schoolbag, "I will keep it well."

It was indeed a pleasant surprise. He never thought that Lin Lu's gift would be like this, nor did he expect that he would go out of his way to find a style that was xx years ago. Although Lin Lu didn't say anything, he knew it when he thought about it. In order to find this pen, he did not know how many stores he went to in private.

After returning home, Fang Zheng told his mother about being in the same class as Lin Lu. Sure enough, his mother's reaction was as shocked as him.

"I always thought that Xiaolu would choose science," my mother said in the sound of flipping the spatula. "I didn't expect him to choose liberal arts, and he was in the same class as you. Are you very happy? When he was in elementary school, he chose science." Every day I yelled about not being in the same class as Xiaolu, but I didn’t expect to go to the same class as the sophomore in high school, hurry up! Now go and burn incense, you must be lucky in 98 lifetimes.”

"What?" Fang Zheng was helping to wash the vegetables. "I'm so happy. He shouldn't be in the same class as me. His grades are so good."

"Then there's nothing you can do if you divide them together," my mother said. "If you think about it from another angle, you two will be able to work in the same class in the future. It's good to have someone to take care of everything."

is good.

It was good to let his suppressed emotions explode.

"Perhaps." Fang Zheng finally said.

"By the way," my mother took out the chicken in a bowl, "deliver a bowl to Xiaolu's family. When I went to chat with his grandpa at his house today, I heard his grandpa coughing again. Don't let him tonight." They are cooking, let his grandpa have a good rest."

"Coughing again? Is it all right?"

"It shouldn't be a big deal, that's all, let's think about the dishes and send the things."

"Oh." Fang Zheng picked up the bowl and walked out of the kitchen.

The setting sun dyed the whole sky red, and the air in summer still felt rotten and sticky as before. Fang Zheng broke out in a thin layer of sweat during the short walk from his home to Lin Lu's house.

Grandpa, like he did many times when he came here, moved a wooden chair to sit and read at the gate, with an old green fan blowing beside him.

"Grandpa," Fang Zheng walked over, "Mom asked me to deliver food to you."

"I'm bothering your mother again." Grandpa Lin took off his glasses and looked at him. "Thank her for me."

"No trouble, no thanks." Fang Zheng said, "I heard from my mother that you coughed again today. Are you okay? Are you feeling well? Is your chest tight? Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm just choking," said Grandpa Lin with a smile. "Do you think something is wrong with me? It's okay, so don't tell Xiaolu, lest he think too much."

"Okay, as long as it's okay, I won't tell him," Fang Zheng walked in, "Then I'll put the bowl in, cousin, come and eat it soon, it won't taste good if it's cold."

"Okay," Grandpa Lin closed the book and walked in, "Don't call Xiaolu, I don't know what happened, but not long after you left, when I went up, he changed his clothes and fell asleep on the bed. "

"I guess I'm tired," Fang Zheng put the bowl on the table, "I'll go up and see him."

"Well," Grandpa Lin waved his hand, "Just be gentle and don't wake him up."

"Understood." Fang Zheng went upstairs lightly.

The living room door was not closed, and the bedroom door was slightly opened. Fang Zheng walked smoothly to Lin Lu's bedside.

The curtains were drawn, and Lin Lu was lying on his side facing the setting sun. The reddish light shone on his somewhat stern side face, which was fatally attractive to Fang Zheng.

The last time he looked at Lin Lu like this was when he had a fever in the second year of junior high school. It was also such an evening at that time, and there was the same golden sunset outside, but at that time Lin Lu's side face was still soft, but now because of his age, , getting tougher and colder.

Fang Zheng bent down, and hung his hands very close to trace Lin Lu's eyes and straight nose, finally resting on Lin Lu's rosy lips.

want to kiss.

This idea hovered in his mind, like injecting an aphrodisiac into his body, it would be impossible to keep his mouth shut.

Fang Zheng straightened up, pinched his thigh hard, and warned himself not to do such despicable and shameless things.

At this moment, Lin Lu suddenly turned over and lay on his back, his rosy lips parted, and he murmured something softly.

The string that Fang Zheng was holding on to was finally broken. He gently pressed his palm next to Lin Lu's head, slowly lowered his body, and pressed his lips against it.

He kissed Lin Lu's lips, and greedily stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking the gap between his lips over and over again, but he didn't dare to take too long, so he let go of him, and his heart was as sweet as pouring seven or forty-nine cans of honey. .

Lin Lu slept soundly, and didn't feel a kiss being stolen, and even whispered something in his sleep under Fang Zheng's scorching gaze: "Bastard..."

Fang Zheng, who had a guilty conscience, was terrified by this dream talk. He thought he found out that he had kissed him, and almost replaced the 49 cans of honey with bitter gourd juice. Fortunately, he found out that this person was just talking in his sleep.

"How old are you, still talking in your sleep," Fang Zheng said softly while standing beside the bed, "You still scold the bastard, you must be scolding me, right? Why don't you say you love me?"

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then went downstairs with a wry smile.

Grandpa Lin was sitting at the dining table, and the bowl was filled with freshly served rice. Seeing that Fang Zheng had come down, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Zheng blushed, "It's nothing!"

"Nothing for so long?" Grandpa Lin asked casually again.

"Really," Fang Zheng walked out quickly, "I, I'm going back first!"

Jian Yan's luck was finally exhausted in this class division, and she was not in the same class as the male god he had dreamed of.

Her grades have always been pretty good. Although she also applied for liberal arts, she was assigned to Class [-] of course.

Ever since Fang Zheng sneaked a kiss on Lin Lu that day, he fell into the vortex of "today is also the day I want to steal a kiss on Lin Lu", but he didn't have such an opportunity, so he lived very resentfully every day.

When class [-] was selecting class cadres, Lin Lu didn't raise his hand, but Fang Zheng raised his hand when he was selecting the representative of the Chinese class. Teacher Luo raised his eyebrows in surprise because of this, probably because he didn't expect him In this way, people who don't follow the discipline in class will come to choose their own class representatives, but I don't know how many detours Teacher Luo has gone through in his mind, but in the end, Fang Zheng was selected.

"Why don't you become a class leader or something?" Fang Zheng asked Lin Lu when get out of class was over, "Didn't you still serve as a disciplinary committee member in junior high school?"

"You are really strange. When I was a disciplinary committee member in junior high school, you were not allowed," Lin Lu asked back. "Now you are not happy when I am not a member of the discipline committee? Then why do you want to be the representative of the Chinese class?"

"I've been a job before, and I'm good at it, so I can urge myself when I do it," Fang Zheng smiled, "And I'm not unhappy, so I just ask."

"I went to the student union, and I have to check the class every day." Lin Lu focused on the ancient Chinese high school poems, "If I choose a class leader again, I won't be able to take care of it."

"That's right," Fang Zheng clicked his tongue, "The student union is a fucking place to oppress people. If you find it troublesome, why don't you quit?"

"I don't want to stay in the student union either," Lin Lu said, "but I just joined the club at the end of last semester, so it's not good to quit just after the beginning of this semester, and Jian Yan told me yesterday that she doesn't want me to quit."

Fang Zheng was angry from the heart: "Who is she to you? If you don't want you to quit, you won't quit?"

The author has something to say:

I'm a layman, I'm a layman, I really like the kind of little bastards who don't even know each other and I don't tell each other.

Let’s just read the scumbag, thank you for your support!