When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

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As expected, the matter of Jiang Wei's escape was not pursued, and Yang Naosi was a good person. Although he felt that everyone was a little out of tune, he was not angry and did not tell Zhao Wen.

However, He Feng already expected that when Jiang Wei returned to school tomorrow, he would have a bloody battle with Li Yihuan.

The most important thing now is to draw blackboard newspapers.

After the English class, he left the classroom and went upstairs to the classroom of the second class.He peeked in through the window for a while, and found that Class Two hadn't finished class yet, and Gao Qin seemed to be talking about something standing in front, so he walked to the back door and waited for Luo Yunting with his back against the wall.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree outside are almost all yellow, but they haven’t started to fall. The leaves of the ginkgo fall very quickly. The tree may still be full of leaves the day before. When the wind blows at night, only the bare trunk will be left the next day. and branches.He still remembers that when he was writing a composition in junior high school, he once wrote about ginkgo——

"When a gust of wind blows, the yellow leaves on the branches tremble together, like thousands of dead leaf butterflies fluttering their wings under the inspiration of the gods. I adore this fragile and shocking beauty."

At that time, I felt that my writing was quite good, and I felt that there was love in my words.But after the composition was sent out, the teacher's comment was: This metaphor is not very appropriate.

All of a sudden dull.

Later, he gradually discovered that if he likes what he likes, believes what he sees through his glasses, and feels what he perceives, everything will become romantic.You don't have to share it with others, because those experiences belong to you alone.

He looked at the ginkgo tree at the corner of the complex in the distance, and suddenly remembered that day, under that ginkgo tree, Luo Yunting took the initiative to kiss.

At that time, the sky was completely dark, only the moonlight was projected from between the branches and leaves, he could barely see the beautiful outline of this person, and the eyes that were as bright as stars.

This person's aura is gentle, intoxicating and nostalgic, as soon as you get close to him, it's like walking into a lazy, lingering, gentle and worry-free dream, with a faint fragrance and a sad bitterness in it ——But everything is so faint, inaudible, but I feel that I can't get away from it, and I don't want to get away from it.

I like this person so much that my heart curls up.

Because He Feng has nothing to care about, he has nothing to fear, nothing he really likes, and nothing he really hates, so he can't give him a sense of belonging or security anywhere.

He once thought he didn't need these things.

He used to like to fight because he was grateful for "pain".Although he never took the initiative to provoke others, when others came to him for trouble, he always refused them.

He sometimes asks himself—what are you doing in this world?

he does not know.Do you have the dream they said?

He did not.

It's not that no one has asked him this question before.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, he and Li Yihuan were blocked in an alley by seven or eight gangsters after school.They beat those people until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen and they cried for their parents, but he and Li Yihuan didn't get any better. At that time, their faces were covered with blood, and they didn't go to the hospital. They wiped their hands and found a barbecue stall to eat.

In that dimly lit corner, there were mosquitoes and flies flying around the lamp.He stared blankly at the beer in his hand.

At that time Li Yihuan also looked at him in a daze, and then suddenly asked him: "He Feng, tell me, what are you doing here in this world?"

—That was the first time he thought about it.

He thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Then he asked Li Yihuan: "What about you? What are you doing in this world?"

Li Yihuan was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I think I will know one day."

Will he know one day too?

The wind is a bit strong, and he feels that the second floor is colder than the first floor. Maybe the first floor has more vegetation, which can block the wind. Outside the corridor on the second floor, there are only the complex building opposite and a few ginkgo trees.

He gathered his coat and put his hands into the sleeves a little timidly, looking like an old man.

However, as those girls said, good-looking, no matter how cowardly you do it, you will look suave and suave.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in the classroom of the second class, and then I saw someone walking outside with their schoolbags on their backs - they were after school.

Fang Ziyin was the first to see him, and when he saw him leaning against the wall by the back door, he smiled and walked towards him.

"Hey, wait for our little Luoluo." Fang Ziyin smiled maliciously.Obviously when we first met, he was a sunny, cheerful, heroic boy, but now I think it's all an illusion.

Fang Ziyin didn't know about his relationship with Luo Yunting, but the boys liked to joke around and often used words like "getting gay" - if Li Yihuan and Fang Ziyin announced that they were coming out of the closet, everyone would probably not be surprised at all. Instead, they would boo everywhere, because everyone would only think that they were joking and joking. After all, they would move their hands and feet around and provoke each other when they walked together-this is nothing but normal among boys.

He smiled helplessly and nodded.

Fang Ziyin suddenly showed a soft smile, pointing to his chest with the orchid up, and said: "Damn ghost, I haven't come for a long time! Wait, I'll let our little Luoluo come out to pick up the guests!" winking.

With a chill, he brushed away Fang Ziyin's hand that touched him, hugged himself tightly, and took a step to the side, standing in a safe zone one meter away from this pervert.

"Fang Ziyin, what messed things have you been watching recently? You can see something wrong!" He said with disgust.

Then he saw Fang Ziyin being knocked on the head - the two looked over there at the same time, it was Luo Yunting who came out, this person should have heard the conversation between him and Fang Ziyin, no, to be precise, it was Fang Ziyin alone Remarks about death.

Luo Yunting walked to his side, smiled helplessly at Fang Ziyin, and said, "I told you to stop reading such messy novels. Your mobile phone should really be taken away."

Fang Ziyin pursed his mouth aggrievedly, making him even more disgusted - this man did it on purpose.

When he and Luo Yunting went downstairs to Class [-], there were almost no one in the class.Except for a few people who drew blackboard newspapers, there were only three or four people packing their schoolbags.

Just before the get out of class ended, everyone was informed to move the desks forward, and now there is a large space behind.

After all, Jiang Lan and Luo Yunting were already familiar with each other because they had collaborated on a drama before, so they were not polite, so they directly asked the two of them to do something.

Luo Yunting was good at painting, so everyone asked him to paint the scenery of Cangye Mountain, and Li Yihuan was responsible for washing brushes and rags, and then cleaning the blackboard.When it was his turn to assign tasks to He Feng, Jiang Lan looked him up and down: "Young Master, what do you know?"

He shook his head blankly.

Jiang Lan sighed, and then heard Luo Yunting say, "Let him mix the paint for me."

He still knows how to mix paint. He took a palette, and according to Luo Yunting's instructions, opened several colors of paint, then mixed them together in proportion, and added a little water, and it was almost done.

Luo Yunting started to paint from the side, and he was holding a palette for him beside this man.Luo Yunting is also tall, so when painting the above part, he didn't need to step on a stool, he only needed to stand on tiptoe.

On the other side, Jiang Lan and the two girls were selecting poems that could be written, and Li Yihuan went to fetch water.

He stood very close to Luo Yunting, and he was at the side of this person, holding a palette in one hand and a small bucket in the other, so that this person could wash his brushes.Then, quietly looked at him.

This man is seriously good-looking.There is a habitual smile on the corner of his lips, the light red lips are slightly pressed, the lines are very soft, the bridge of his nose is very straight, the shape of the tip of the nose is very beautiful, and there are a pair of shockingly beautiful eyes above him. Looking at the blackboard, the long eyelashes are slightly hanging, the eyes are dark, and the seriousness makes people want to kiss.

He wanted those eyes to look at him, not at the blackboard.

He leaned close to Luo Yunting's ear, and said in a very soft voice: "Luo Yunting, you are so pretty."

Luo Yunting probably felt itchy, and was afraid of being noticed by others, so he just dodged a little, turned his head to look at him, and whispered: "Don't make trouble."

The man's eyes are very gentle, although the tone is refusal, but the eyes are still soft.

If it wasn't for the wrong time and place, He Feng would have wanted to press this man on the blackboard and kiss him.He likes the way this man pushes back slightly but can't bear to refuse himself, likes the way he frowns but is obsessed, likes how he calls his name softly, likes how fragile he looks.

But he can't, and Luo Yunting won't be willing either.

After a while, Li Yihuan came over to fetch water, exchanged the small bucket of clean water in his hand for the dirty water in his hand, and then took away the piece of paint stained colorfully on the table. The rag, I went to change the water and wash the rag diligently.

Before leaving, he glanced at him ambiguously—He Feng knew all about the dirty thoughts in Li Yihuan's mind.

On the other hand, Jiang Lan and the others had almost finished discussing what needs to be transcribed.

——"This one, Xi Murong's "Wild Wind""

He knew the poem and liked it.

In addition to this one, they also found two, which should be able to make up the layout.

Jiang Lan said, you have to wait until the painting is finished and the paint dries before you can copy the poems. You can use chalk for copying. Writing with chalk is more convenient than using paint, and it looks good when written.

I have been drawing for almost an hour, Luoyun Pavilion is very good, I have drawn the trees in Cangye Mountain, the mottled branches and leaves, the sunlight, and the stone steps step by step...,

Jiang Lan and the others originally wanted to come over to help with the painting, but seeing Luo Yunting's painting was so good, they were afraid to do it, for fear of ruining the painting.They had nothing to do here, Jiang Lan sat on the table shaking his legs boredly.

Li Yihuan came back with another bucket of water. Seeing that Jiang Lan and the others had nothing to do, he glanced at He Feng and said to Jiang Lan and the others: "How about you three girls go back first? After the painting is finished, why don't you go back?" We have to wait for the paint to dry, and writing is not a short-term thing. Otherwise, the three of us are here, and when the painting is finished, we can see if it is too early. If it is still early, we will finish writing together. Just fix it, if it’s late, you can come and write it early tomorrow, and it will be very fast. Anyway, I will check it tomorrow night.”

Jiang Lan was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to stay here, but he really had nothing to do, so he nodded after thinking about it.Seeing that Jiang Lan was going to leave, the other two girls said they would go together.

Now, in the classroom, only Li Yihuan, Luo Yunting and him are left.

[The author has something to say: recommend a poem that I like very much~ "Youth Without Complaint" by Xi Murong

When you are young, if you fall in love with someone,

Please, please be gentle with him.

No matter how long or how short you have been in love,

If you can always be kind to each other, then,

All moments will be a flawless beauty.

If you have to separate, say goodbye well,

Also keep gratitude in your heart, thank him for giving you a memory.

When you grow up, you will know that when you suddenly look back,

Youth without resentment will have no regrets,

Like the silent full moon on the hill.

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