He teased me very much when he was treating illnesses [Quick Transmigration]

The gymnasium was arranged in a lively and festive manner, with a huge red curtain swooping down from the top, a crowd of spectators under the stage, and a beautiful and handsome host on the stage.

The first program to appear is the singing and dancing of the seniors in high school. Dance is a very peculiar thing, it can give people infinite charm, and a handsome opening is enough to leave a super high impression score.

The previous program was a bit monotonous, either singing or dancing or reciting poems. It was okay to watch at first, but after watching too much, it would inevitably cause some visual fatigue. Everyone in the class began to look forward to Fu Dongxin and Tang Songde's appearance nervously. Due to the cumbersome makeup, Tang Song The person who specially searched for the program opened the back door and adjusted the appearance time of "Farewell My Concubine" to the back.

"Dong Xin, how can you even do makeup?" Tang Song closed his eyes, letting Fu Dongxin move back and forth on his face.

"I've seen tutorials before, and I learned to play by myself." Fu Dongxin said, his eyes carefully watched the movements of his hands, he was very serious, but his speed was very fast, and he finished drawing Tang Song in a short while The base makeup on his face, and then he stepped back to look at it, to see if there was any imbalance or error in the painting.

Chen Qingning's facial features were extremely delicate, her face was a little fleshy, and there was no obvious outline around the edges. Now that she was wearing makeup, at first glance, she thought she was some ancient beauty who was so beautiful. Fu Dongxin was stunned for a moment.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, he always felt that something was about to break out of the cocoon, but he was severely suppressed by himself.

Fu Dongxin stepped forward thoughtfully and continued to deepen Tang Song's makeup, but this time it seemed to be different from before. The chin touched by the tip of his hand was white and smooth, and the cheeks that caught his eyes were pretty and beautiful. It seemed that he had thought of something wrong. something, his hands trembled.

Tang Song didn't notice anything strange, his eyes were closed and his face was peaceful.

"Okay." Fu Dongxin put down the tool in his hand, Tang Song opened his eyes, he couldn't help himself in the mirror: "It's so beautiful."

Tang Song vaguely remembered a line of poetry, emerald skirt made of fat, only thick eyebrows and vermilion lips, the beauty of Peking opera makeup, like a burning flame, is full of strong bright colors, especially the parts around the eyes, elegant and delicate.

Hua Dan's makeup has been on for a long time, but Fu Dongxin's is not so troublesome. Tang Song watched him put on makeup boredly. In a blur, he seemed to see the shadow of an old theater idiot on Fu Dongxin. He thought, maybe what Candy said is right, His dream might really be delicious on earth.

"In the millennium of China, the emperor is vast. Ask who is the hero in the world, who can dominate the king, and only Xiang Yuer! Heroes and beauties, with a thousand charms, only Concubine Yu lives and dies with joys and sorrows. The king is exhausted, and the concubine can't live! How embarrassing! It’s a touching and heart-wrenching story! Next, let’s enjoy the Peking Opera appreciation in the second year of high school——Farewell My Concubine!”

After the host's words fell, the red curtain gradually lowered and then gradually rose. With the tragic and magnificent background music, there were only heroes Xiang Yu and Yu Ji saying goodbye in the barracks on the stage.

Tang Song took the lead in singing: "Look at the king sleeping in the tent with his clothes on, here I am..."

As soon as the assistant spoke, the audience was quiet. Peking opera, as the quintessence of the country, naturally has its advantages, whether it is the melodious and melodious singing voice, the tight and slow singing, or the vigorous posture of the sword dance.

The king of Qin has no way, the domestic military invasion is everywhere, and the heroes are competing for the throne, but Xiang Yu is straight, and he climbed to the top at a young age. His scheming and experience are far inferior to Liu Bang, who is struggling to survive in the cracks.

The opera ended with Xiang Yu committing suicide by the Wujiang River. Everyone was silent for ten seconds, and then there were sparse applause, followed by a clattering crowd. Tang Song and Fu Dongxin bowed down on the stage to take a curtain call. Tang Song saw sharply There was a girl with tears in her eyes, wiping with a tissue.

Because of Zhuyu in front, Tang Song and his two subsequent shows are probably still immersed in the atmosphere just now, and some people even made mistakes.

No.1 seems to be the winning ticket. The ranking has not yet come out. Everyone has been discussing how to celebrate in the class group with great interest. Since the second day is New Year's Day, they decided to climb the nearby Mohan Mountain. Mohan Mountain is a famous local In natural scenic spots, people often go camping and picnicking, and they even plan to buy barbecue grills and live in the mountains for one night.

[I've been there once before, and there were a lot of people having a picnic. ]

[Yes, yes, I have been there too, and the night view there is very, very beautiful! ]

[I haven't been there, I want to! ]

[1. ]

[Then remember to bring a sleeping bag, it must be super cold at night. ]

[......]

Listening to their talk with great interest, Tang Song heard someone say that he is a little expert in barbecue, so he couldn't help laughing while looking at his phone.

He has not taken off his makeup yet, and his eyes are thick and bright. At this time, he is smiling like a person walking out of a painting. He is so beautiful. Fu Dongxin squeezed his index finger, and a certain idea in his heart became more and more certain, and his pupils gradually Get deep.

"Dong Xin, are you going to that Mohan Mountain?" Because they had to stay overnight, many people in the group expressed that they would not go, especially the girls. Tang Song counted and found that there were about twenty people who went, and there were ten more. Several are boys.

Fu Dongxin thought for a while, then nodded, since he was about to tear Wan Qingyu off, he naturally didn't have to work hard on weekends.

"Okay, then come to my house to find me then, let's go to Mohan Mountain together."

"Ah."

Mohan Mountain is not high, and you can see the top clearly at a glance. The trees at the bottom of the mountain are bare, because the sun has been out for two consecutive days, and the snow has melted. They are lucky to catch up with the good weather, and the winter at noon is very warm. We climbed the mountain again, and quickly took off our coats.

The boys all carried tents and other heavy things, while the girls carried their clothes, and sat down to rest when they were tired from walking. The journey was filled with their laughter and laughter, and they floated away from the woods. looked at them with friendly eyes.

After climbing up the mountain, the first thing to do is to set up a tent. Even if there is no snow in the winter night, it is still terribly cold. Fortunately, everyone brought sleeping bags. Most of the people who came to participate in this activity have camped before and have certain tools and experience. .

Three tents were prepared, one for the girls, and two for the boys. After the tents were set up, they began to prepare the barbecue grills.

This is an outdoor activity with everyone in the class. Everyone has excited smiles on their faces. Tang Song is the happiest, with two deep dimples on his cheeks. After a while, the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.

Fu Dongxin wiped it for him with a tissue, in exchange for others to boo as if they were joking, but high school students, everyone loves to play, and immediately someone imitated the two of them, and then burst out laughing before they persisted for a few seconds.

The sky gradually dimmed amidst laughter, and the stars in the sky were extraordinarily beautiful. Under the soft moonlight, they began to barbecue in a circle. The boy who said he was a little expert in grilling was indeed delicious, but he was alone I can't make so many people's portions, so I usually bake my own.

What Tang Song ate was grilled by Fu Dongxin. The fragrant meat skewers were paired with beer, and there was a slight cold wind blowing. The mood was not too good. They began to sit together, sing and play games, and there were people who came to camp in twos and threes beside them. Come and join them.

Before this, we are strangers, after this, we are familiar strangers.

Even people who have never met before can sit together and eat skewers, chatting all over the world, looking back and passing by thousands of times, in exchange for a night of chatter and laughter.

In the middle of the night, the mountain was finally quiet. Everyone got into the tent and slept in their sleeping bags contentedly. Fu Dongxin specially put Tang Song's sleeping bag on the far side, and put his own sleeping bag on the other side.

After a tiring day, snoring soon filled the sky in the tent. Fu Dongxin looked sideways at Tang Song, and couldn't help showing a doting smile when he saw the latter's head subconsciously approaching his book.

He may have been bent by Tang Song as he guessed, or he was not straight at all, but Tang Song's appearance made him clearly aware of the difference between himself and ordinary people.

Anyway, he already has a mental illness, and he doesn't care about being crowned by others.

It's just that he felt that the other party only regarded him as a close friend. Fu Dongxin lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping Tang Song, but the other party had no other choice except him.

But what made him hesitate was that the road was covered with thorns and thorns. He was not afraid of bruises all over his body, but he was afraid that this person would suffer even a little bit of injury.

In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough, as long as he holds the power in his hands and controls the life and death of everyone, he can do everything he wants to do in an open and honest manner.

You wait for me... Lemon.

The candy in Tang Song's body turned around suspiciously, what kind of expression does Fu Dongxin have?

[Happiness index +5, the current total is 30.Mmm, happy expression! 】

On the second day, Tang Song got up early. Fu Dongxin and another person had already bought some bread and milk in the shop at the foot of the mountain. Everyone shared them casually and began to pack up. The dry grass was all thrown by them. Tang Song picked up the wrapping paper bit by bit with the garbage bag.

Some girls saw it and cleaned it up together, and some went to the side to clean up the garbage for those who had gone away, and praised while picking up: "Qing Ning, you still notice these garbage, those people don't care."

Because in another two hours, there will naturally be cleaners to clean.

"It's easy to do." Tang Song said with a smile, then tied the bag full of garbage and put it aside.

The girl who talked to him blushed a little when he laughed, and the extremely gorgeous boy from yesterday appeared in her mind, she pursed her lips, and finally asked tentatively: "Qing Ning, do you have someone you like? "

Tang Song didn't understand the cautiousness in her words, so he said, "No."

So far he has only met someone of the same kind who doesn't have a pair of hands, and they are all of the same sexual orientation as him. He has been single for hundreds of thousands of years.

"What are you talking about?"

"Then..." The girl wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Fu Dongxin.

Seeing that it was Fu Dongxin, Tang Song subconsciously wanted to tell him the content of the chat just now, but the girl said first: "It's nothing!"

Tang Song understood what the girl meant when he heard the words, and nodded thoughtfully in agreement, and then took out an empty garbage bag to Fu Dongxin, beckoning him to help.

With the concerted efforts of all the people, the mountain quickly took on a new look, and everything was packed. Some people even took photos and posted them on Moments, praising themselves.

There is a three-day holiday on New Year's Day, and with the holiday, there are countless test papers. Tang Song thought about it and decided that it would be too late to copy on Monday morning, so he asked Fu Dongxin to go to his apartment to do homework. still.

[Countup, do you feel happy copying your homework? 】

【happiness!Doing homework is so painful! 】Although he has Chen Qingning's memory, he really doesn't know how to use those knowledge points.

【Then if, I mean if, you copy Fu Dongxin's homework, will he feel happy? 】

Tang Song began to fall into deep thought.

After thinking for a long time, he still teased Fu Dongxin who was sitting next to him: "Dong Xin, do you find homework painful?"

Fu Dongxin, who was writing quickly, said doubtfully, "It's not painful, what's wrong?"

Anyway, when he glanced at those topics, he had ideas in his mind, so he just wrote them down, and he didn't have the desire to do the topics without ideas.

Tang Song hesitated and said, "If I copy your homework for you, will you feel happy?" He said this very lightly, really afraid that Fu Dongxin would say yes, then you will copy my homework for me.

"No." Fu Dongxin really didn't understand Tang Song's brain circuit. He raised his arm and rubbed the top of Tang Song's soft head, and said, "I think it's very happy to copy homework for you."

Oh, then why don't you increase your happiness index!Tang Song is a little bit sad, the whole semester is almost over, and the happiness index has only increased by 30. According to this progress, will he stay in this dream for a year or two? He really wants the taste of dreams now, human beings The food can only be used as a snack, not a staple food!

Fu Dongxin only spent two hours doing homework, including a Chinese composition. Tang Song's hands were sore when copying, and he racked his brains to think about the topic of his composition. It's like having depression.

After the end of New Year's Day, it officially entered the end of the semester, and the teachers began to frantically occupy the physical education, music, and art classes. There were countless test papers every night. Usually, they were all whispering evening self-study. These days, they are all written on paper. The rustling sound.

Even Tang Song was affected by the atmosphere among the academic masters, and began to wander in the sea of ​​books. Not to mention, he entered the state after doing too many problems, especially when doing math problems, it was like a miracle.

I love to study, study makes me happy.

Just when the classroom was immersed in the beautiful atmosphere of learning, Wan Qingyu suddenly asked for leave after answering the phone. When he left, his face was very pale, and he didn't even care about kicking down the chair, looking devastated.

Seeing this, Fu Dongxin pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and his mood suddenly improved. All the things of those who covet him will not end well.

[The happiness index is 5, and the current total is 35. 】

The author has something to say: emmmmm, there is another chapter before twelve o'clock.