crush again

To Ye Lang, high school life is nothing special, the only difference is that the school has a general department and an international department.The general department leads to domestic universities, while the international department leads to foreign universities. The general department of this school is quite ordinary. It just learns the same courses as ordinary high schools, and it still has the same "quality education" as the international department.The so-called quality education is a game for the rich. Parents are willing to buy hundreds of thousands of audio equipment for an ordinary cross-class party, and invite internationally renowned dancers to guide them. First-class hotel private room.

While their peers are struggling in exam-oriented education, countless families have used all their resources just to score that one gold list title.When the young dandies who were singing and dancing heard about such terms as "college entrance examination factory" and "rocket class", they were surprised and ridiculous when they saw a relative and child who didn't go out during the summer vacation, "What can they learn like this? What is there?" Learnable?"

They don't know yet, outside of their first-tier cities, in county towns, in rural areas, in those remote and dark corners... there are still "shocking" things happening in their eyes.

The "violent general" of the playboy class, Ye Lang, was promoted to the International Department with excellent grades, but spent the whole summer studying for the college entrance examination courses.On the first day of school, Chu Zhongxiao leaned over curiously, and lifted a corner of the history exercise book, "Are you going to go to university in China?"

"Maybe." Ye Lang copied the mathematical formula without looking up.

"Then why don't you just transfer to the general department?"

"It's too big a move," he said. "Grandpa won't say yes."

Chu Zhongxiao turned two pages, and became interested, so he simply moved the whole book in front of him, and read each question, "This question is very interesting... Then what are you going to do? You will be admitted to a domestic university. You may not be allowed to go, you might as well persuade your brother to go abroad together, the sky is high and the emperor is far away."

"Let's take one step at a time." Ye Lang turned over the formula card, and saw that Chu Zhongxiao had done a page of questions with great interest—and then got half of it wrong.

Ye Lang took double courses, and even enrolled in remedial classes on weekends.Huo Yang was very active in helping him, he didn't care what Ye Lang's intentions in learning these things were, his main idea was that while he was not at home, he had to find a way to steal the car keys back.

Chu Zhongxiao said she didn't have one, Huo Yang turned the house upside down, but couldn't find it, so he went to the supermarket in a fit of anger and bought a big lock with the thickness of a wrist.

But the locomotive weighs [-] catties, Huo Yang has never ridden this thing before, so naturally he doesn't know that it takes skill to support and push the cart, so he can't handle it at all.So he went to the supermarket and bought more than a dozen big locks with thick necks, and carried them to the garage.When Ye Lang went, what he saw was that his motorcycle was tied to an iron pipe by a series of locks. At first glance, it looked like a dog chain magnified dozens of times.

Huo Yang put aside a big worry, and started to work seriously. His pile of chores, if he was really busy, would be endless. When it was dark, he never forgot to remind Ye Lang "don't read in the car".Ye Lang is a little motion sick, every time he reads in the car, he always has to slow down for a long time after school.

"Okay." He thought for a moment, and set the alarm clock to five o'clock that night.So I started an hour of morning reading every morning, and after I finished reading, I went to the car to catch up on sleep.I study at ten o'clock in the evening and go to bed on time at 10:30.

Huo Yang watched him messing around, unable to speak at all, wanted to get up early and push Ye Lang back to the bed, but he couldn't even struggle himself.

"What is he thinking all day long?" Huo Yang was puzzled.

Chu Zhongxiao fell in love with history and geography recently, and would argue with Ye Lang on one or two topics every day during recess.For these two people, Li Dongqian also gave up his plan to go abroad in high school, but now he was completely excluded from their topic, felt very wronged, and became more and more demonic.

The days are ordinary, but the trajectories of Huo Yang and Ye Lang are slowly staggered, like two trains running in different directions.

After the summer vacation, the weather gradually cooled down.One day there was a very cold autumn rain, when Ye Lang ran into the house, his face was frozen white, Huo Yang quickly poured hot water for him, made granules, and took an extra thick pajamas to wrap him like a egg .

He complained for a long time, Ye Lang had to stay in the school's small classroom to do his homework until so late.When the boy was sitting on the sofa, holding a hot mug, his dark eyelids blinked slightly, "Brother, I want to stay."

These words successfully sealed Uncle Huo's mouth, keeping him silent for a long time.

He said methodically: "I don't have to run every day, I can save a lot of time, and I can study well in school."

It took Huo Yang a long time to come up with a sentence: "The accommodation conditions are definitely not as good as at home..."

"I've read it. The school dormitory is a suite for two people, with a private bathroom and a balcony. Every three suites share a kitchen. You can also apply for a single-person suite, just pay a little more, and no one can disturb me." Ye Lang Tilting his head slightly to look at him, those eyes seemed to be observing him carefully, and the gracefully rising heat in the cup blurred his brows and eyes again, "You can ask for leave at any time during the day, and the control is not strict."

As long as Huo Yang looked into his eyes, he couldn't say no.He looked away, struggling desperately, "Can you clean up the house yourself, you..."

"I will be sixteen during Chinese New Year."

"What's wrong with Shiliu, when I was your age..." He said that halfway, and suddenly he became dull again.Ye Lang has always been smart, before he proposed, he suppressed all the worries that Huo Yang might have said, but now he is like a feudal patriarch, worrying about nothing without back pain.

Ye Lang watched him.

In the end, Huo Yang was defeated by his eyes, his heart was sour and bitter, with mixed feelings, "...how often do you come back?"

"A week." Ye Lang withdrew his gaze, raised his head and drank the cold medicine. When he stood up, Huo Yang felt that he seemed a little taller than before.

It was like planting a sapling. He watched it grow and grow taller day by day, and finally broke through the roof he built to bathe in higher and farther sunlight.

Ye Lang took out an application form from his schoolbag. It was written in elegant handwriting, and even the chapters were stamped, leaving only the "Guardian's signature" blank at the bottom.Huo Yang felt very displeased with his efficiency. He held his pen and couldn't put it down for a long time, "You can move in two days..."

"The mid-term exam will be in two weeks." Ye Lang held the notebook under the application form for him, and his tone was sweet and cunning, "Brother, if you think it's not suitable, I'll go home."

"..." Huo Yang finally wrote, "Shut up, don't hurt your brother."

He felt very uncomfortable.Standing in front of Ye Lang's room, watching him come and go, he packed his things in an orderly manner, and left early the next morning with a big suitcase.

After getting off work, he learned that he was going to work overtime, and the office was full of mourners. Huo Yang's first reaction was to go back and cook for the boy. He was about to knock on Director Gao's door. When he got up halfway, he suddenly remembered that Ye Lang should be in the office now. In school?

Unexpectedly, I don't know whether it was unwillingness to give up or what, Huo Yang called the landline at home, and heard the dialing tone in the handset rang many times.

Naturally, no one answered.

He hung up the phone, and after a while, he pinched the acupuncture point between his eyebrows, and suddenly he didn't want to go home.

Such a big, empty, and dark haunted house.He might as well go to the bathroom with the coal boss designer.

Huo Yang almost lived in the office these days.On the other hand, Ye Lang also had nothing to look for, no hard work to learn, and he kept on turning around all day long, just not leaving his desk.He slept in the classroom at noon, put on earplugs, and silently ignored the conversations in the classroom in twos and threes.

The boarding students in the International Department are very individual. A small classroom with 20 students looks like an Internet cafe during the day and a tavern at night.Ye Lang sat in the midst of it, like an old Tang monk who strayed into the goblin's cave.

When he was engrossed during the day, he still didn't feel much. When he returned to his exclusive dormitory at night, after washing up and turning off the headlights, Ye Lang suddenly couldn't sit still.

The dormitory was dim, and a light yellow round lamp was lit beside his bed, and the window was so quiet that there was not even the sound of wind blowing leaves and waves.Ye Lang took out his phone and saw "brother" in his contacts.

That profile picture is a sleeping face he secretly took, the night when Huo Yang accompanied the exam, lying on the bed and listening to him tell the story of the little prince.He leaned on the pillow, lowered his eyes, looking extremely gentle and beautiful.

Ye Lang just saw the phone's automatic black screen.He tried his best to take a few deep breaths, but he still felt out of breath, as if he was suffocating in his chest, heavy and heavy.Missing is like countless sharp knives and guns, stabbing randomly in his heart.

He felt it was embarrassing to say this, but he was able to look at a photo for three hours.In the end, he almost used his willpower to put the phone on the bedside table and force himself to close his eyes.

He thought it was the first night that was so difficult, but later found out that this was really just the beginning.

On the third night, Ye Lang walked around the room like an anxious beast, and his whole body was about to be burned by the hot and cold fire in his heart.

I want to call Huo Yang now, I want to see him, I want to push him hard against the car door, kiss him crazily like that night, and never let go no matter how hard he struggles... But I can't.

Ye Lang turned off the phone, took out the battery, and hid the phone and the phone in the deepest part of the closet, then managed to calm down and pulled the desk chair away.

He didn't know that he just missed the call from Huo Yang.

In the past few days, Ye Lang desperately filled his life with all kinds of things.When studying, I don’t look up for a few hours, and when I am about to lose my mind, I roughly drag back my mind that has drifted away from the book a little bit. After such a day, I am often exhausted.And his rest is also a high-intensity exercise that does not allow distractions. He is active in the basketball court, volleyball court, and badminton court every day.

His classmates lured him into the pit of playing games. Ye Lang found that this game tested his IQ and operation, and he didn't have to think about anything else during the fight, so he jumped into the pit without hesitation and buried himself alive.

So the last top student in Class A also fell. When Ye Lang was not playing or studying, he would hang his earphones and hug the computer.

Normally, after a whole day like this, Ye Lang fell asleep at night, as if he was in a coma.Indeed, Huo Yang didn't come to disturb his mood during the day, but appeared in his dreams. All kinds of bizarre and absurd dreams could make him wake up profusely in sweat.

In the first week, Ye Lang called on Friday afternoon to say that he would not go back this week and was preparing for the exam.Huo Yang was silent for a long time before he let out a soft "oh".

He might be tired, and his voice is a little breathless and lazy, like the feeling of having a fat and limp cat on your belly.Ye Lang changed his sitting position uncomfortably, "You are alone... Pay attention to rest, don't eat junk food all the time, drink plenty of water."

"It doesn't matter." Huo Yang yawned, "Shall I bring you something to eat tomorrow? Fruit?"

There is everything in the school supermarket.Ye Lang still said: "Then tomorrow afternoon, at five or six o'clock. When you arrive...at the school gate, call me."

In the afternoon of the next day, a few lonely boarding students in the classroom started playing games online again.Ye Lang forced himself not to look at the flickering phone screen, the characters on the screen were running, roaring and firing, shooting accurately and fiercely amidst the shaking of the camera and the splashing of sparks... When Ye Lang reacted again, he The battlefield has been slaughtered, and there is no one around.

Eight missed calls were quietly displayed on the phone.

A few seconds later, a new text message appeared: "The things are left for the guard, you go and get them. I'm leaving first."

There are four big boxes of fruits, all of which are washed and cut into pieces. Ye Lang likes to eat mangoes, and there is a whole big box full of square mangoes and red dragon fruit.There are also several bottles of freshly squeezed juice, with a note written by Huo Yang on it, saying that he bought a food vacuum preservation machine, these bottles of juice have been evacuated, and they can still be drunk after a few days.

There were still a lot of snacks in the bag, and he took them back to the dormitory without giving them to anyone, and secretly enjoyed them alone at night.He ate small mouthfuls, every bit of taste leaked out from between his fingers, the sweetness of pain that grew out of the loneliest.

The restless adolescence was forcibly suppressed by Ye Lang's iron-blooded will. He studied until his mind was exhausted, and he was sweating profusely on the court, day after day.Waking up from a dream in the middle of the night, sitting silently in the dark, he licked the secret thoughts that had been hollowed out of his chest, and squeezed himself out even more frantically the next day.

Ye Lang gradually didn't know when such a day would end.He hadn't seen Huo Yang for a long time, and he called him once a week with restraint, and listened to the recording of the call countless times... Then he woke up from a hot dream, trembling all over.

Is there any emotion in the world that will never be exhausted?The more I want to see, the more I dare not see, the more I stay away, the more I want to get closer, I can't restrain it, I can't suppress it.

His soul is like a handful of dry wood. When the fire is burning, it cannot be extinguished no matter what.When it burns until there is no more firewood to add, and only dead ashes remain, it will probably gradually become dark.

Until a certain noon, when he heard the bell ringing, Ye Lang, as usual, would do questions at the desk for a while, and wait until everyone in the classroom was almost gone before going to eat.

Just after class that day, he heard the classmate by the window calling his name, so he raised his head, and with a glance, he saw a person standing in the corridor outside the window.

"Whoa!--"

He stood up abruptly, knocked someone's water glass over, and smashed some books on the ground.

Before, Ye Lang swore to himself that if he could not get rid of those thoughts completely, he would no longer be able to stick to Huo Yang as if nothing had happened, disturbing him and making both of them feel uncomfortable.But when we really saw him again, the city wall that Ye Lang had worked so hard to build for more than a month collapsed—he didn't even know how he stumbled and ran out, his heart beating so violently that it was almost in a hurry.

It's over.he thinks.

Huo Yang was standing in the corridor, his eyes were darkened, always silent and smiling.

He didn't notice the boy's sudden change of mind, but stretched out his hand and lightly pressed Ye Lang's shoulder, his tone was unusually serious, "Go and pack your schoolbag now, if there is anything else you need, I'll go to the dormitory to get it with you. Hurry up." !"

The author has something to say:

I forgot to explain that all the dialogues and most of the sentences in the previous chapter about "The Little Prince" come from the original work, many of which are in the original text.

The original is really a beautiful book.