eight dance partners with my boyfriend

"Ahhh, I'm so pissed off. I have to go home to do my homework tonight's Zaizai concert. I can't go to see it so close. I don't know when the next time will be. I'm so envious of the other sisters. !"

"Don't worry, don't worry, bear with it, we are all in the third year of high school, we will have everything when we pass the college entrance examination, we can do whatever we want!"

"Hey, you're right, I'll be where Idol is..."

The words of the two high school students in the front seat fell into Jiao Cheng's ears. He looked out the window, and it was raining heavily, and the glass was covered with fog, and the scenery outside the window could not be seen clearly, only the silhouette of the street remained.

Jiao Cheng straightened his body, and his whole body was bumped left and right with the bus.

It seems that every teenager will imagine a beautiful future in their school days, especially the "college entrance examination", which is regarded as a watershed "big checkpoint" by everyone.

Jiao Cheng also thought about the same issues as them, about pilots, about white switches, it's just that when I think about it more than ten years later, it's nothing more than that.

So, people just give themselves a spiritual support to keep moving forward.

Liu Bomao tilted his head sideways, he was sitting on the outside, his whole body was tense, his right hand was slightly hot from being released just now, even the body temperature of the man beside him was still there.

He lowered his head and clasped his palms repeatedly. With a little force, his joints twisted back and forth, and the noisy sounds in the car seemed to disappear. At this moment, he felt extremely relaxed.

"Have they been doing this to you?"

A man's voice sounded next to his ear, Liu Bomao was stunned, "What?"

Jiao Cheng opened his mouth tirelessly, always feeling that it would be wrong to ask, "Do those two people often say such things? This kind... is insulting."

Liu Bomao gave an "um" inexplicably, and then said, "I'm sorry, I have troubled you just now, and I apologize to you on their behalf. I'm sorry."

"I'm fine." Jiao Cheng shook his head.

The rain outside was pouring down, and the windows were connected together like a layer of water mist, densely forming a net, and the muffled thunder came one after another. Jiao Cheng habitually lay his pillow on the bumpy window, not knowing how to comfort this juvenile.

Although he also experienced the recognition of sexuality in high school, he didn't publicize it on a large scale, and the harm he suffered from Baichao was only limited to his youthful youthfulness and cowardice, similar to the malicious provocation or bullying in other words just now, He really has never met.

"I heard from Li Feizhang that you like to be alone in class?" Jiao Cheng thought about it and changed the way of asking.

The English word on the phone was still at the first one, Liu Bomao drew it out of the background, tapped the screen lightly with his nails, "Well, I'm used to it."

Jiao Cheng could see his small actions, "Have you ever thought about changing the current situation?"

The boy pondered for a while, then raised his head slightly, "It's fine now, there's no need to get so close to others, everyone is an independent individual, I won't do anything because of what they say."

Although Liu Bomao said so, Jiao Cheng was not feeling well. No matter how strong a person's heart is, it is difficult to ignore other people's advice, not to mention that when they first met the boy, the situation was not optimistic...

"Where did you get off?" Liu Bomao asked for the first time.

"Next stop." Jiao Cheng said.

Liu Bomao: "That's not the direction of your home."

Jiao Cheng nodded: "Accompany the child to customize a performance costume. He is going to participate in the competition soon. Li Feizhang will come back later, so I will accompany him for a while."

"Oh, the kid from last time?" Liu Bomao asked.

"Ah."

Both were silent again.

Liu Bomao squeezed the schoolbag that had just been covered with fine grass and dirt on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

"Chengxi Road is here, Chengxi Road is here, passengers getting off, please pay attention to safety."

Hearing the sound from the loudspeaker, Jiao Cheng bent down and walked towards the back door. Standing by the door, he looked up and saw the heavy rain outside, he paused for a few seconds, he was going to be drowned anyway, no matter what!

He had just taken half a step when a black rubber umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.

Jiao Cheng was a little surprised, he stood on the platform and turned around in astonishment.

Liu Bomao was standing behind him with a big schoolbag on his back. The rain from the tip of the umbrella dripped down on the backpack along the bracket, and a large area was wet.

"You...Your home is not here, don't you need to hold an umbrella for me, it's only more than 300 meters for me to walk there."

Liu Bomao didn't look directly at him, and took two steps forward. A few battery cars drove past behind him, causing a small splash. He and Jiao Cheng stood side by side. The two shoulders were about the same height. Jiao Cheng noticed that he seemed to be I grew taller than I met some time ago.

Liu Bomao bowed his head: "That person held up an umbrella for me last time, this time I will return it to you."

The two were walking on the road, and the passers-by on the street were fast trotting against the wind with their clothes tightly clamped. Jiao Cheng gathered the hem of his clothes, it was very cold.

The voice of the navigation was ringing under the umbrella, and the rain was too loud to be heard clearly, let alone the sound of each other's breathing.

Jiao Cheng had never been to this area, and he was not very familiar with the route, and the navigation was even more unreliable. It took him a lot of time to go around for 300 meters. He looked sideways at the high school boy holding an umbrella. The hair was all wet, and the drops of water fell drop by drop. He raised his hand to touch it and said, "The hair is wet."

Liu Bomao didn't expect the man to get so close, so he dodged back aggressively, and the water from the tip of the umbrella shook Jiao Cheng all at once. He was startled, and took two steps forward, sending the umbrella over a little.

Jiao Cheng took the umbrella in his hand and said, "Let me hit it, your hands must be sore."

As a man, Liu Bomao didn't like this kind of consideration, but the other party was also a man, even more than ten years older than himself, so he didn't know what to say, so he let go of his hand embarrassingly.

The two walked along the unreliable navigation, and Liu Bomao's thoughts flew out of the sky. Just as he reached the corner, the people around him suddenly stopped. He took two extra steps habitually, and looked back at Jiao Cheng. "What's the matter, are you here?"

Jiao Cheng shook his head and beckoned, "Come and see."

Liu Bomao returned to his side with a frown, and looked into the window. On the delicate pedestal, there were models one after another, including aircrafts, tanks, ships, etc. He saw that the signboard was indeed an aircraft model accessories store. Not too big.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Jiao Cheng got closer, and the water on the umbrella swayed, and he tapped the window glass: "Does it look good?"

Liu Bomao let out a "huh".

"My childhood wish."

"A researcher? Or a professional model airplane player?"

"I only play with flying machines. Although this is a technical thing, my real wish is to be a pilot." After saying this, even Jiao Cheng himself was frightened. What he has been unable to confess frankly all these years is actually It was said so casually.

Jiao Cheng didn't know why, maybe it was the catalyst of the rainy day, or...he looked at Liu Bomao who was thinking at the side, this boy was unexpectedly joyful and caring.

Liu Bomao was still a teenager, and he discovered that all Chinese teachers in the world were carved out of the same mold. From elementary school, to junior high school, and then to high school, the topic "My Dream" can never be avoided in writing classes, but the speaking skills are getting better and better. It's just obscure.

It is precisely because of this that after hearing Jiao Cheng's words, he naturally thought of the man in uniform, and of the words he had written in his composition book...

Seeing that Liu Bomao's expression was not good, Jiao Cheng thought he had said something wrong, so he quickly answered, "I'll just talk casually, don't worry about it."

Liu Bomao glanced at him, this glance was very complicated and contained many things, "You probably don't have this job right now."

Jiao Cheng patted him on the back, indicating to continue walking forward, "Well, I took half a step and retracted."

"Then do you regret it?" Liu Bomao slowed down this time.

Jiao Cheng looked at the sky, the rain was forming a line with no end in sight, and said without hesitation, "I regret it."

Perhaps because he got an unexpected answer, Liu Bomao opened his mouth halfway, pulled the thread of his schoolbag, and said nothing.

"But it's nothing, it's just that my obsession is not greater than my insistence on realizing it. After all, I'm just tired." Jiao Cheng said.

The two chatted casually and arrived at their destination inadvertently.

It's also the first time for Jiao Cheng to come. This is Li Feidan's friend's store, which specializes in customizing relatively high-end clothing. I heard that the owner of this store is often away, so it is difficult to make a reservation.

"Teacher Jiao!!"

Through the glass door, I heard the boy's shrill shouts inside. Jiao Cheng raised his head, and it was indeed Xia Guanghui. He was wearing thin clothes, obviously heated inside, and there was an older lady standing beside him, who must be Li Feidan's. a friend.

Xia Guanghui couldn't wait to push open the door, and then screamed: "Brother Xiaoliu is here too!"

Liu Bomao trembled all over.

"Hello, Jiao Cheng, right? I finally met you. I'm the owner of this shop." The woman greeted her generously, and she saw another boy, "This one? Also a little apprentice?"

Liu Bomao lowered his head and immediately denied: "I'm just passing by, I'm leaving right now." After that, he took the umbrella and prepared to get into the rain again, Jiao Cheng stretched out his hand to give him a hand, "Everyone is here, come in and have a look, this It's raining so hard, I'll take a taxi for you later."

"That's right! Brother Xiaoliu, stay with me!" Xia Guanghui echoed from the side.

Liu Bomao grabbed the cell phone in his pocket tightly, he wanted to turn around and leave three seconds ago, but he was stunned to see the smiling eyes of the man in front of him, he thought for a moment, and put away his umbrella.

Jiao Cheng shook the water from his jacket before entering the door. Turning around, he found that Liu Bomao was more wet than him.

"Wipe it off." The proprietress handed over two towels.

"Thank you."

This store was not quite what he had imagined. The first floor was full of custom-made suits with very few styles, but it was cleaned up. Jiao Cheng rarely saw such a store.

The proprietress saw through his thoughts, "It's weird, hahahaha, I used to make suits, and then I made costumes for performances."

Jiao Cheng wiped his hair: "Is there any difference?"

"The craftsmanship is completely different, and the requirements are also different. Generally, the costumes are more refined, and of course they are less comfortable." They followed the introduction of the proprietress and went up to the second floor, which broadened their vision a lot.

"I've already measured Xiaoxia's size, but I haven't confirmed the style and color." The proprietress said.

Jiao Cheng didn't know about these things, but he was very curious, and couldn't help laughing as he brushed aside some weird designs, "I don't understand these either, let's wait for Li Feida to come and have a look. I've seen boys' clothes before, they are quite ordinary."

The lady proprietress nodded: "Yes, sometimes you can go online and buy it for a few dozen dollars. The important thing is the dancing skills, but if you really put in the effort to find a suitable costume, you will definitely have a different temperament. "

Jiao Cheng nodded half-understanding. To be honest, he had seen Li Feidan's costumes before, and most of them were relatively simple, even if there were bright spots, they would not be obtrusive. After all, he needed to set off a female dance partner, and today was the first time he personally selected these clothes. .

Besides, Xia Guanghui's family really didn't lack money, so there was nothing wrong with wanting to prepare a good match.

"this."

An indifferent voice sounded, Jiao Cheng turned his head, and Liu Bomao was staring at one thing without moving.

Large dark blue V-neck, the neckline is divided into two layers of fabric, the inside is a slightly narrow flannelette, and the outside is wider spun yarn dotted with glittering sequins, hazy, there is a feeling of non-existence, I wonder if the material is special , not cheap at all, lined with the waist cuff, if a person with a good figure wears it, it will definitely stand out.

Jiao Cheng's eyes were shining, and the boy's aesthetics were very good.

The proprietress also leaned closer: "This one is really good. If you change the design, it will definitely stand out, but it's a bit cumbersome for Xiao Xia to wear."

Jiao Cheng nodded, indeed this one is more mature, Xiao Xia's physique may not be able to support such a feeling.

"However, do you want to try it out?" The proprietress looked at Liu Bomao with bright eyes.

Liu Bomao took two steps back, and before he had time to escape, he was pulled over by the proprietress and thrown into the changing room. Jiao Cheng sat on the sofa and couldn't help but look forward to it. Although he knew that the kid had danced before, he had never seen him in clothes. The appearance of the costume.

After sitting for a few minutes, Jiao Cheng just received the news that Li Feidan had arrived.

"The pants are a bit short." A boy's voice came from inside.

The proprietress turned around, "It shouldn't be, didn't you just say that you are 179, is it because your legs are too long, it's okay to wear a top."

Liu Bomao reluctantly opened the curtain, and he slowly faced the mirror, eyes dodging a little imperceptibly.

"Oh, you don't know how tall you are. You see, it's 184 now, and the adolescent is the president." The proprietress yelled after measuring his height.

"Brother Xiaoliu! Looks good!!" Xia Guanghui jumped up from the sofa.

Jiao Cheng turned off the phone, raised his eyebrows, and was shocked.

Liu Bomao's facial features look sharp alone, but together they often bring a sense of alienation. Now that he is wearing this dress, his beautiful nape is exposed, just like a proud red-crowned crane.

"It's beautiful." He praised sincerely.

Hearing these two words, Liu Bomao rubbed his palms against the seams of his trousers, feeling his heart beat faster, and facing himself in the mirror upright, his frowning brows slightly relaxed.

"Hey, isn't this handsome guy Xiaoliu's classmate?"

Li Feidan didn't know when he was leaning on the stairs, his eyes slightly squinting at the young man in front of him.

Liu Bomao was taken aback, and quickly hid in the changing room to change his clothes. He took an umbrella and backpack and ran downstairs immediately. When he passed by, he noticed the dark gray sweater on the man's body. Lost.

Jiao Cheng: "Why are you scaring him?"

"Ah????" Li Feidan looked in disbelief: "I didn't do anything, why does the brat run away every time I see me..."