Ride boat

Waste water flows on the snow

frog yelling in the tree

green shrimp is a night

looking for witnesses

The military training of F University is very formal, shooting training, orienteering, medical training, each item is carried out in an orderly and strict manner.The degree of completion of the students is relatively high, but after 21 days, everyone has been darkened a lot, and the energy is obviously not enough for the day of reporting.At the end of the training day, the instructors of several companies were lifted high by the students and carried to the pull-up bar.The instructor clutched his lower body in despair, trying to make a face and intimidate him, but was scratched by one hand and burst into tears.

"Lift up! Lift it up for me!" Many boys imitated the tone of the instructors during military training, and lifted the instructors up.The girls stood in a circle laughing and taking pictures and videos, and many instructors were pushed in the middle to perform their talents.The commander of the second battalion, who usually blows the whistle to gather, turned on the loudspeaker, and the accompaniment of the wild wolf disco immediately rang through the playground.He is tall and big, and the typhoon is super strong.Frowning with flowery hands, the little words sang with a unique rhythm, and interacted with the audience around the venue.

In the evening, I went to the hot post on the school BBS: #二营长园场野狼disco露头肠#.

Zheng Xiaozhou felt that the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.Surrounded by a group of vigorous peers, almost every eye has a light that cannot be ignored.Everyone is in a very fresh state, with longings for university life and great confidence in their future.Join the student union, join clubs, fall in love, attend conferences and listen to lectures, grab a seat in the front row with a book when the course schedule comes up, go to the library at night, most people know what they should do , at least for the first two months of school.

Zheng Xiaozhou is not interested in anything else, he only joined a creative association. The F University Entrepreneurship Association has built an exquisite small building by itself, and face recognition is required to enter the door. Zheng Xiaozhou felt that it was quite advanced, so he filled out the form casually.As soon as the senior interviewer raised her head, her frowning brows loosened, and she asked him a few questions in a pleasant manner. The next morning, Zheng Xiaozhou received a text message on her cell phone that she had passed the first interview, and she was exempted from the second interview.

Zheng Xiaozhou was a little surprised, and felt that this creative association is quite easy to advance.What he didn't know was that he had already been selected as the candidate for the spokesperson of the Creation Association's main project, Weidian.

During the first regular meeting, Zheng Xiaozhou was sitting in the last row playing with his mobile phone, and when he looked up, he found a familiar back of the head in the first row.

Zheng Xiaozhou was really convinced.

ocher green.

OK.meet by chance.OK.

Zheng Xiaozhou's cell phone rang, and when he opened WeChat, there were three small red dots.

Shen Yuyi was going to have a monthly vacation again, clamoring for making up lessons.Aran is also from Pu'an High School, and he has a holiday on the same day as the first and second year of senior high school.Zheng Xiaozhou planned to go directly to Aran's house by bicycle tomorrow morning, eat some hand pancakes at noon, and then rush to Shen's house immediately.Fortunately, both of their homes are quite close, otherwise he would be exhausted on the road.Is it easy for him to earn some money every day?

In the evening, I return to Yuwei's house, eat and go to bed, and fulfill my obligations.Perfect.

Zheng Xiaozhou never expected that he would meet Zhe Qing at Lang Zhuoran's house.

After Zheng Xiaozhou finished his class, he walked out of the study with dry mouth, gulped down the water in his glass, and froze in place as soon as he opened the door.

Zhe Qing was standing in front of the door, carrying the black schoolbag in a straight posture, wearing the white earphones from high school on her ears, and reading a sixth-grade vocabulary book in her hand.

A bright voice sounded timidly from behind, "Zhe... Teacher Zhe, you are here."

Zheng Xiaozhou turned around and stared at Lang Zhuoran as if struck by lightning, and frowned, "Fuck? Why did he come to your house?"

Lang Zhuoran heard him swearing, looked at Zheng Xiaozhou with a little fear, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiaozhou, I came, that day, this afternoon... Teacher Zhe, Teacher Zhe, teach, things... transform into life."

Zheng Xiaozhou looked at Zheqing up and down, and walked out in a panic like seeing a ghost, got on his bicycle and left without looking back.

Zhe Qing entered the door, lowered her eyelids and took off her earphones indifferently, and walked towards the study.

Lang Zhuoran followed silently, raised his eyes suddenly, and asked stutteringly: "Why... why, Brother Xiaozhou, are you afraid..."

Zhe Qing flipped through the textbook impatiently, and interrupted him indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."

Lang Zhuoran fell silent, the hand holding the pen was bulging with blue veins due to too much force.

Zhe Qing's pen tip bit by bit on the page, and suddenly sneered, "Aren't you stuttering? Why don't you stutter when you call Zheng Xiaozhou? Why are you pretending to be pitiful in front of Xiaozhou?"

Lang Zhuoran's face flushed red, he forced himself to defend himself, "I read... too much, then... no, no..."

In the middle of speaking, Lang Zhuoran suddenly thought of something, and sneered, "The matter between me and Brother Xiaozhou has nothing to do with Zhe, Mr. Zhe..."

Zhe Qing let out a snort, bowed his head and began to lecture.

After he finished his chemistry and biology lectures, he just opened a set of physics papers when he noticed that the door of the bookshelf on the wall of the desk was not closed tightly.Zheqing suffered from OCD, frowning and stood up to close it, but her eyes froze all of a sudden.

The light in the study is dim and warm, and there are faintly visible cabinets filled with identical small wooden boats.He is very familiar with that wooden boat, he has brought it here from Qiyuan, whenever he thinks of that person, he will take it out of the drawer and touch it, small wooden boat.

Many memory fragments suddenly awakened in the depths of the cerebral cortex, rushing towards him in unison.

The path that Zheng Xiaozhou walks every day after school.Several times when he passed by, he could always see a dirty kid hanging outside the fence, staring gloomyly in the direction of the teaching building.

One night during self-study, Zheng Xiaozhou returned to the classroom with a big bag of things, and started playing with the things inside without taking off his coat.Tangy log smell.

And Yu Wei.

During the flag-raising ceremony at the beginning of school that day, Zheng Xiaozhou never took his eyes off him.

During class, Yu Wei smiled and looked towards the last row, with a pair of hooks hidden under his eyes.

Dear and dear, classmate Xiaozhou.

For four nights that day, Zheng Xiaozhou didn't go back to the classroom for a class. When school was over, he was wet all over, water dripped from his hair, and his eyes were red.The mouth is wet and red.

White-green Okamoto lube in the coat.

Unscrupulous and unscrupulous, skilled provocation/tease.

Zheng Xiaozhou's uncontrollable fingers.The tiny scarlet tip of the tongue.Infuriating gossip.

There are also those eyes that are full of affection and smile, always at ease.

Zhe Qing's blood became cold in an instant, and every time he exhaled and inhaled, there was a cold tingling pain in his lungs.

So from the beginning, Zheng Xiaozhou didn't belong to him.

In fact, Zheng Xiaozhou never said he liked him.Not once.

He is that kind of guy.

Gently teasing others to be emotional, then turning around and leaving without caring.He is used to playing tricks on people's hearts, and is good at hypocrisy. He kills you even when he kisses you, and kills you when he saves you.

Zheqing smiled.

He already knew.He knew it three years ago.

Zheng Xiaozhou was wearing a loose and rough blue military uniform, with his collar turned up to block the sun, a small wheat in his plain white hand, and his lips pasted on it had a kind of retro red.

His gloomy voice is a bit rustling, close to the voice of a boy and a man, and he spits out careless and lingering Cantonese.

Zhe Qing remembers it very clearly.

You love kisses, but you don't love people.

Really good skills.

Those fragments were gradually blended together, separated little by little, and finally there were only piles of small wooden boats in front of him, mocking him like clear evidence: the so-called infatuation is all delusion.

There was a thin layer of water in Zheqing's eyes, and slowly began to hate him.

Why.

Zhe Qing was not reconciled.

The spirit of a young man is higher than the sky, the more rigid he is, the easier he is to break, the more arrogant he is, the more difficult he is.

Young people think that they look at the rich and powerful with supercilious eyes, and fold flowers as beauties, but they don't know that most of the beauties in the world look at the powerful and have no benevolence.

Zhe Qing looked at the palm of her hand holding the pen, there was a deep mark on it that was wet with cold sweat, and there was a tiny glint of light under the light.

He sat down silently, and continued to explain a big physics problem to this stupid rich kid with a stupid mouth.The formulas on the straw paper were neat and clear, printed line by line, Zhe Qing spoke extremely fast, and his thoughts flowed down like water.Lang Zhuoran's face was filled with inquiry, and after he finished speaking, he said something slowly, not understanding.

Zheqing repeated it five times.

Four hours later, Zhe Qing walked out of the villa area. The WeChat on his mobile phone rang, and an orange money transfer popped up. He clicked to collect the money and ran to the next house.

So what.

Life doesn't have to go on.Money still has to be earned.

Zhe Qing thought to herself mockingly.

Who made you poor, right?

The new station of Changpei is also released~ Welcome everyone to come to Kangkang~

(It’s too bleak, counting only 8 in my collection, it’s dry