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After Wang Hongli coyly told Tao Xuan that someone liked him, Tao Ling's half-smile expression and heavy eyes made him feel uneasy.

Although Tao Huan's attitude was flat and not turbulent, but the experience of getting along with him in the past told him that Tao Huan was a little emotional.

I was talking about doing my homework, but the pen I was holding was not moving, and my eyes were fixed on the content of the Chinese reading. My thoughts seemed to have wings, and they were fluttering outside my mind. Wang Hongli glanced at Tao Yao from time to time, paying attention , want to see what he is doing.

Tao Xuan closed his Chinese homework and put it aside, took out more than half of the math homework he had done at school, and solved it without stopping, then dug out the physics competition exercise book from the pile of books and looked down to study. After a series of movements, Wang Hongli still stayed at the previous article without making any progress, and the black pen randomly sketched the passages of the article that he thought had the answer over and over again.

If it was just an empirical guess that Tao Yao was silently angry, then it is certain now that Tao Yao would discuss topics with him intermittently every time he did his homework, but today, the main room was quiet as if no one was there.Wang Hongli was a little puzzled, he didn't understand why, could it be that someone liked him and Tao Xuan was jealous?As soon as the idea came to him, Wang Hongli himself felt ridiculous. Ever since they went to school together, Tao Huan was the one who whispered the most among the girls and best friends in the school. Do you still need to be jealous of him, the person who was given a gift for the first time?

The residents of the Luming Inn saw that it was already dark, and returned to their rooms one after another. The noise in the atrium was much quieter, and occasionally they could hear laughter from the guest rooms.

Wang Hongli was shivered by the gradually cooling wind, so he woke up, forced himself to concentrate, and began to write slowly.

Today, Tao Xuan's efficiency is exceptionally high, the nib is stuck to his homework, he keeps writing, his mind is spinning fast, like a factory machine, tireless.He didn't dare to stop thinking, as if the interruption of thinking would cause other thoughts to crowd into his head and disturb the calm emotions.

The amount of daily fixed practice has reached its peak, Tao Ling slowly let go of the pen, resting his hands on the table to support his forehead, peeking at Wang Hongli through his fingers, the rosy-cheeked boy lowered his head, not thick nor thin The mouth is slightly pouted, the lips are pouting on the upper lip, round and fleshy, as if he has encountered a problem, his brows are wrinkled, his mouth is slowly tightened, the lips are squeezed in, and he can't see it.

The draft blows the veil of the main room, and the slightly swaying translucent white gauze looks like a graceful dancer, shaking the fir pillars and carved lattice windows that stand quietly.

The rippling veil seemed to be on the tip of Tao Xuan's heart, and his heart was itching. He rubbed the heart area of ​​his chest with his hands, trying to calm down this strange feeling, but it was in vain.For one week in a row, Mai Lisu and chocolate appeared in Wang Hongli's drawer or on the table before noon practice on time.

"I don't like to eat Mai Li Su and Bainuo chocolate, Tao Yao, I'll eat it for you!" Wang Hongli strolled to Tao Yao's table with his things in his mouth, and said loudly on purpose, telling the students in the class to listen, and the students around him had to watch Looking at Wang Hongli with eyes like a fool, Wang Hongli was shy while talking, he knew that this kind of behavior had no limits, but he couldn't think of a better way to reject that secret lover who didn't know his name, every day Mai Li He didn't know what to do with the vegetarian and chocolate, and they all piled up in the corner to collect dust.

It is worthy of Wang Hongli's relief that after his lyric in the second middle school last time, the love gift of Mai Lisu and chocolate finally stopped.

The last course of the mid-term exam was over, the strings in the students' heads were slightly loosened, and the class resumed its former livelyness.

Several boys in the class are crowded at the back door of the classroom, one sits on a chair with crossed/spread/legs, and the others squeeze onto the chairs one by one like an arhat. Shouting, the boys onlookers also sneered and laughed, some female students in the back row blushed, did not look back, and angrily scolded the boys who were playing games in a shy and shy voice. After scolding, she yelled louder as if showing off, the female student was annoyed, she stomped on the floor with her feet, stabbed the chair and pulled it forward, covered her ears with her hands to read the question, and ignored it.

I don’t know who started the trend. Games between adolescent boys are more or less vulgar. At an age when you feel physical changes and restlessness, you will always challenge the bottom line in speech and behavior—no matter where you are Aspects, both.

Wang Hongli, who took Tao Yao to the canteen to buy snacks, walked backwards with his hands on the corridor fence in order to chat with Tao Yao. He was about to turn around when he was a few steps away from the classroom.

"Damn! Huang Jie! You want to die!" Feeling a pain in his butt, Wang Hongli angrily yelled at Huang Jie who ran away immediately.

Huang Jie's eyes were small, and now he was running away with a playful smile on his face, and he couldn't see clearly with his narrowed eyes.

Wang Hongli chased after Huang Jie, who had just been used by Huang Jie to use Kakashi's classic move in Naruto, Millennium Killing - it is also one of the games that adolescent boys play with each other.

"You boy, your skin is too itchy!" One arm of Wang Hongli was pressing on the back of Huang Jie's neck, and the hand on the other arm was holding Huang Jie's shoulder. Uniform, "Didn't you change to the same table? I was thinking that occasionally the two of us have to get in touch, hehe!"

The shameless look made Wang Hongli want to be angry and laugh at the same time. He angrily bent Huang Jie's elbow, "Next time, if you do that again, your children and grandchildren will not be safe!"

"Yo yo, it's so fierce! I know, I know!"

The source of fights between boys is nothing more than teasing, you tease me, I poke you, and then roll into a ball, Wang Hongli rarely participates in such interactions, except for the classmates who have a good relationship will tease him.

And Tao Xuan, who watched all this quietly, seemed to be independent from the world, no one used the Millennium Kill on him, let alone played with him.

Tao Xuan looked at Wang Hongli who was chasing Huang Jie, and felt that he would not be back for a while, so he entered the classroom silently and alone.

After the Awakening of Insects, the delicate peach blossoms bloomed in the spring, the willows sprouted faster, the grass became greener, and the bugs, big and small, also appeared. The gnats scurry around, as if rushing to breathe the fresh air of early spring.

The buzzing bugs circled around Tao Yao's face, he waved his hand, and the bugs persisted, still flying vigorously by his ears.

There was only a pencil case on the table, Tao Xuan stared at the lines on the table, forgot what to do and what to take, just blanked his mind and stared blankly, he felt that he was getting more and more irritable, and his emotions could be provoked more and more easily , has always been calm, but recently his heart has been restless, and even a little thing can make him feel ups and downs.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Tao Xuan, who couldn't figure out the reason, attributed the reasons for his confusion to puberty.

The chandelier dimly illuminated the light, and the dim light shone on the rubber-covered writing desk.

The kicking and pulling of the slippers approached, the footsteps stopped, and the owner of the slippers stopped in front of the bookcase.

"Be quieter when you walk! You make such a loud noise every day!" The woman in the bathroom shouted in a shrill voice. She turned the faucet to the maximum, and the water was rushing out. The woman bent down and took a basin from the side to put it in. Go under the faucet, pick up the scattered clothes, roll them up, and throw them into the basin, "throwing clothes all day long", the woman complained, not caring about the water that was about to overflow the basin, and opened her arms to rub wearing clothes.

Fang Zi automatically blocked her mother's swearing, and slid her finger on the spine of the books on the bookcase, the first row... the second row... the third row, and there is a dark blue Gitanjali.

The desk was a mess of rubbish. She waved aside a few scattered homework books, and carefully flipped through them with Gitanjali in her hand. The ears of the book had been torn, and the package had come off the glue. It was an old collection of poems. The paper was yellow and smelled faintly of damp wood.

Fang Zi carefully flipped through the pages, slowly searching for the lines that could speak for her.

The homework book she swung to the edge of the table was precarious, struggling to maintain balance. Fang Zi paused on a certain page, folded the corner of that page with trembling hands to mark, stood up a little excitedly, and stretched his arms on the table for a while. Flipping through the pile of books, she was a little anxious. The poor homework book was touched and fell weakly to the ground.

After some hard work, Fang Zi finally found the letter paper she was looking for, with a pink background and rough textured paper printed with crushed dried flowers.

Fang Zi sucked up the ink on the fountain pen, with the nib hanging down, and made the first stroke.