The sound of rain surrounds the beam

Fortunately, it was windy.

The afterglow of the evening faded away, and the wind stagnated in the kind of warmth that could not be called cold in late autumn, blowing away the restlessness and taking away the abnormal heat from Chen Ziyou's body.

"I want to eat ice cream." Ouyang Li said suddenly as he walked, with Chen Ziyou's scarf piled up around his neck, his face became much ruddy, and his chin looked a bit like a teddy bear.

The teddy bear jokingly said: "Do you want to eat, sir please."

Eating ice cream on the street in February is quite sick, and it is easy to cause stomach upset.

Chen Ziyou helped him straighten the unrolled fringe of his neck: "Eat, don't take advantage of the bastard."

Going back to the coffee table, there was an extra box of flower cakes in the snack pile. According to Ouyang Li, it was Ms. Feng's mother's love that had nowhere to put it.

Ouyang Li was at a loss, and after asking, he found out that the couplets with blessings on the outside were given to him by the old couple in 402 next door because they thought their child would spend the New Year alone.

"No wonder, Ping An Insurance is not like your style." Ouyang Li didn't stay idle, and took out all the things in the refrigerator with a rustle, and piled them up and down on the floor.

Chen Ziyou protested: "Master, do you know how long I've been stuck?"

"Where did you put the yokan? I'm going to give it to students on Valentine's Day." Ouyang Li said, "I specially mailed two big boxes, don't tell me you ate them all."

Chen Ziyou's eyelids trembled, and he changed the subject: "You actually know about Valentine's Day?"

Ouyang Li closed the refrigerator door: "Dozens of people take turns to popularize science, it's hard not to know."

The teachers of the High School Attached to Meng University have a group. I forget who started it at first. It is mainly used for leaders to catch young men, help forward it, and like the first post in the circle of friends.Of course, getting together/crowding to gossip is the daily life of the group.

The organization has a magnificent group name - killing pigs in the previous life, teaching in this life.

Ouyang Li was the only newcomer this year, and the enthusiasm of the whole group was poured on him alone. Later, Ouyang Li couldn't resist, so he had no choice but to change his avatar and group nickname, trying to act like a dead person.

The ones whose heads were placed on Amway were impressive because they were interesting, such as spring outings, such as school celebrations and Valentine's Day.

Attached to the tradition of the middle school, you can deliver gifts to anyone on Valentine's Day. It doesn't need to be exquisite, and the price starts with a piece of candy.

Gifts cannot be refused, and there are no consequences for accepting them. The scope of delivery is not limited to classmates, but also teachers and leaders to play with. Over time, the number of gifts somewhat represents popularity.

"How fun." Ouyang Li's plain words were full of yearning.

This well-known spectator master, relying on his status as a teacher, abused his power. Sometimes Chen Ziyou couldn't bear it, went into the house to catch the current, dragged away the happy spectators with his hands behind his back, and whispered in his ear-don't disturb them flirting and scolding Is it pretty?

Ten minutes later, Ouyang Li was still debating what to give, so he held up two paper boxes for Chen Ziyou to choose: "Which is better, half-cooked cheese or wheel cake?"

Chen Ziyou only said: "I love wheel cakes."

Ouyang Li nodded, and took away the half-cooked cheese very naturally, Chen Ziyou thought he had fooled it, and his heart fell back to the original place, but the other party counted and added: "The quantity is not enough, there is no other way, let's get some of your wheel cakes. "

"..."

The morning light poured down, so bright that the window frames were hot to the touch, melting away the winter.The sky seems to be pouring down with diluted ink, and the winter jasmine flowers of this season are blooming on the leaves.

Valentine's Day is just around the corner.

[-]:[-] is the morning reading time. The wind that the young man ran so hard made Chen Ziyou almost stumble. Ouyang Li frowned and raised his head to call for a few people to stop, but the other party held his shoulders. Points are deducted for being late.

When he said that, Ouyang Li just let it go, and continued the topic of the conversation just now: "It's good to make trouble for them. On Valentine's Day, school starts, and other people have candlelight dinners. They only have to sit in the classroom and study hard."

"It's so hard to sit on the bench with your partner." Chen Ziyou disagreed: "Don't underestimate them too much, a group of brats who can turn into a martial arts competition to recruit relatives at a sports meeting, wouldn't they go to heaven if they catch the opportunity to blow up."

Zhong Mengyuan didn't come too early, stepped in the door, pulled the loose shoulder straps of his schoolbag and walked briskly, with something in his mouth, he was not idle, and poked his head in crowded places: "I want anything delicious!"

Chen Yun stomped her feet: "Go away, go away, this is for girls only!"

Zhong Mengyuan squeezed his eyes: "Share me one, can't you learn from Senior Ji?"

Senior Ji, who graduated from the attached high school a few years ago, is said to be the young master of a listed company. Every Valentine's Day, every student in the class gets a box of Belgian handmade chocolates.

Zhong Mengyuan let go, and raised his orchid finger in public: "Although I am very masculine, you can treat me as a sister."

The people around all groaned one after another, the girls laughed out loud, stuffed candy into his arms one after another, and the boys couldn't bear to look directly at him: "As for who is the most shameless in our class, I only obey Zhong Mengyuan."

"No way, Ayuan, tell brother what you want to eat, and I'll steal Zhou Qiao's pocket money to buy it for you."

Zhou Qiao: "What the hell is he a human?!"

Soon, a small group of people gathered around him, and Zhong Mengyuan said indecent words on purpose to dislike him, opened and shared chocolates and yelled that everyone has a share, but his eyes passed through the gap, drifting back and forth to the last person On Jiang Chuan's body.

The great god is reviewing with this guidebook in his arms, sitting upright, and no bird will bird him.

They have known each other for three years, and the other party treats him like air every year, making him feel that he is contrived and exaggerated like a mentally retarded person every year, and falls into self-reflection, and he will still enjoy it to death in the second year.

The fact that Zhong Mengyuan likes Jiang Chuan is probably only known to him.

Young people's liking is often very nonsensical, such as a small mole on the brow bone, the wind that brushes when swinging a fist, the sweat dripping from the tip of the nose, everything can be held in the heart like the white moonlight. Mindful things, more importantly, a waste of time.

But anyway, he is young and has a lot of feelings and time to waste.

Pain literature was popular in junior high school for a while, so he joined in the fun and asked the girl at the front desk to borrow two books. One article wrote: Dreams are a third party watching with cold eyes, hot and fishy and sweet, and dare not touch. One side of life.

Zhong Mengyuan poohed three times in a row.

That night, he dreamed that he was with Jiang Chuan, combing his hair into a non-mainstream look, going out to play video games, shopping, and having a candlelight dinner. When he walked to the door of his house, he suddenly felt something was wrong and asked, "Why did you take me home? "

Jiang Chuan glanced at him in surprise: "This is our house, didn't you say you wanted to buy milk powder for the child?"

Zhong Mengyuan woke up with fright.

Zhong Mengyuan almost tore up the book and ate it.

It's hard to imagine an optimistic person with a rare delicacy and transparency in his bones, who has been holding back for three years without leaking, and even has the name of an old enemy. It seems that there is a reason for endless entanglement.

The commotion continued throughout the big class break, and when everyone was gone, he quietly took out an unopened bag of hard candies from his schoolbag, pretended to return the book at the back corner of the book while no one was around, and tiptoedly placed a pencil case in Jiangchuan beside.

lunch break.

The liberal arts office is a little closer to the corridor. Jiang Chuan knocked on the door here first, and Chen Ziyou was there, sitting next to Lao Ouyang with a slight smile: "Is Xiao Jiang looking for Teacher Ouyang to ask questions or to give gifts?"

It's obviously a teasing sentence, Jiang Chuan's personality is not warm, his grades are excellent, he doesn't cause trouble, and he doesn't go to the office a few times throughout the year.

Jiang Chuan said concisely: "Send sugar."

As he spoke, he took out two Swiss candies from his trouser pocket and put them on the table. Without saying anything else, he bowed and turned around, leaving the two middle-aged uncles looking at each other.

After returning to his senses, Ouyang Li said, "I seem to have forgotten to say thank you."

"...Fuck the world is so wonderful, don't eat it yet." Chen Ziyou took one, opened it, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "Eat it, it's real candy."

Ouyang Li frowned and patted him: "Speak well and show some kindness."

"It's not enough to test the poison for you. You didn't see him like this in the morning. The kid is so cool. I'm afraid it will have something to do with Valentine's Day. I don't even take the candy." Chen Ziyou fiddled with the candy paper, thinking it was funny: "If you give candy, give it away." Sugar, bitterness and hatred make it like throwing dynamite."

It is not to blame for Chen Ziyou's malicious speculation.

There was a lot of commotion this morning, and Zhong Mengyuan’s bag of chocolates was passed on in a row. This cool guy was sitting by the window reading a book, with a clear expression in his eyes-'make trouble, but if you dare to trouble me, you will die'.

Jiang Chuan walked coolly in the wind, sending everyone he could, and his grievances did not ease a bit.

He likes Zhong Mengyuan, and only he knows it.

The crush in adolescence is simple and extremely awkward, and you can be jealous of everything - chatting with other girls is not good, you don't want to give him the same things as others, and you are not happy if you don't give it.

He worked hard for two classes, until he sneaked a glimpse of Zhong Mengyuan sneakily putting a hard candy on his desk.

I have to admit that I was secretly happy at that moment, which shows that he is special to Zhong Mengyuan, even if hard candy is a little cheaper than chocolate, even if it is just disgusting.

He sat in the last row with a superior viewing angle, held his breath tightly, and looked at the restless head in front of him and watched the whole class openly.

The lunch break was not over yet, there were few people sitting in the classroom, Zhong Mengyuan made a fuss all morning, he was too lazy to go back to the dormitory after dinner, so he put on his earphones and fell asleep on the desk.

The sun was shining brightly, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and he was about to fall into a new dream in a drowsy state.

Jiang Chuan flashed in front of him. Zhong Mengyuan was sleepy at first, but when he saw that he was completely awake, he took off one earphone and watched him violently unpacking the good package for no reason, and couldn't help but say:

"you--"

Before he could utter half of the words, he was poured with sugar all over his head and face. He frantically stretched out his hands to pick it up or spilled a few, and it fell down and smashed a few times.

He hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, looked up and saw the other party standing like a dead man, his eyes were gloomy, he suddenly became angry, all the things he was holding in his arms fell to the ground, and he raised his voice: "Fuck Jiang Chuan, do you have any?" What's wrong!"

The sound disturbed the other nappers, who looked here sleepily, and Jiang Chuan said coldly, "Your."

Zhong Mengyuan was about to faint.

Fuck, this brainless...

He bought the hard fruit candy specially for Jiang Chuan, and he couldn't bear to give it face to face, so he had to sneak one out, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not good, it was too dishonorable, and he treated it differently like a fucking post, in case it was exposed How to explain...

So I wanted to cover it up, and took the remaining hard candies and chocolates to the whole class.

Bitter crush psychology, how did he know that the other party cares about this matter so much, the bottom structure of the vinegar jar is not stable, it shouldn't be too easy to overturn it.

"What's yours is yours," Jiang Chuan said.

Zhong Mengyuan blushed immediately, deliberately finding fault: "What is mine, I bought grape flavor, what do you mean by giving me orange!"

"The grape flavor is sold out." Jiang Chuan repeated: "Your, return it to you."

Zhong Mengyuan stared at the other party, biting his lower lip, his eye circles were red with anger, unable to speak, he slammed his fist on the table: "I, no, yes."

The other party looked at him, and there was a little sadness in the calm eyes, and his attitude was more resolute and stubborn than ever, and he whispered: "...I don't want it either."

Everyone didn't figure out what happened, but they were not surprised by the quarrel given the relationship between the two.

The number of people persuading the fight gradually increased, and there was a human wall between the swords and swords, and there were all kinds of sounds in the ears, passing through like flowing water, leaving only a cool feeling.Some things were not said, and they never found a chance to say it again.

The dazzling sun is setting, and it is said that there will be a typhoon tonight.

The whole street is in a hurry, the more people go, the fewer people go, the orange candy is full of pockets, and Zhong Mengyuan throws one into his mouth, and the left side reaches the right, his cheeks bulge, the taste is sweet and astringent Made him think of marmalade on toast.

Very sweet.

He thought, save it and eat it until Valentine's Day next year.