My deskmate is a sand sculpture

A group of boys walking around the school naturally attracted some attention. Of course, it was mainly because Yi An attracted the attention of most of the girls. There were also some senior girls who came to strike up a conversation, but Yi An refused them all.

He doesn't care about this kind of thing. Can falling in love make him happy?Girlfriends are creatures that are difficult to coax and troublesome. What he loves most in his life is games, so let all school girls stand aside.

The group went around and finally managed to find the classroom with the help of the seniors and sisters. After arriving in the classroom, it was time to compete for seats. The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and those who had a good chat found the adjacent seats and sat down. , and Yi An went straight to the seat by the rear window, the protagonist must be his.

Because most boys want to sit with girls, they all choose to sit in a row by themselves, but Yi An is the only one who takes the initiative to sit with boys.

Why did Yi An choose that?He saw that his deskmate was so cold and cold, and he had been reading the books on the table since they came in, so he had an inexplicable intuition-after choosing this person, he would have homework to copy.And it looks kind of familiar.

Anyway, he doesn't want to be at the same table with a girl, and a person who loves reading probably doesn't care about falling in love.

Thinking about it, Yi An sat down beside him.

"Hello," Yi An put away his schoolbag, "My name is Yi An, how about you?" He asked softly, afraid of disturbing his deskmate.

The tablemate looked away from the book, turned his head to look at Yi An, seemed to look at him for a while, thought he was not bad, and said: "Gao He, the crane that stands out from the crowd." Gao He deliberately focused on the word "stand out from the crowd" On the way, Yi An naturally recognized it, and curled the corners of his lips, "Okay, Comrade He, we will be friends from now on."

"Okay, Comrade An." Gao He seemed to think that this address was a bit magical, although his eyes had returned to the book, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.Seeing that he was concentrating on reading, Yi An stopped disturbing him, silently took out his mobile phone, put on headphones and started playing games.

Yi An usually turns on the audio when playing games, but after thinking about the possibility that the comrade next to him might beat him, he turned off the microphone.Even if the microphone is turned off, Yi An is still the commander-in-chief in the entire game, but typing is a bit troublesome.

After Yi An played a few games, he felt bored. He turned off the lock screen and turned to look at Gao He, yo, after finishing the book, he started to write reading notes. Yi An moved his face to look curiously.It's boring to write like a philosopher.

After Yi An sat down again, he looked at the face of his deskmate and lost his mind.Yi An is a person who likes to remember, not a person who loves the new and dislikes the old.

He remembered that his deskmate used to be a girl who would bring him breakfast every morning and present her in every possible way. Yi An couldn't see her intentions, but she didn't want to hurt her.It wasn't until the day of graduation that my deskmate confessed to him.His answer was simple: "Sorry, love can't be forced, thank you for liking me, but there will be no results."

That was the case, Yi An thought.The girl thought that it was just that Yi An didn't try to get to know her in the past, and it wasn't something she didn't feel at all. In the end, they had a bad fight at the last meeting.

Then it's summer vacation, school starts...

Yi An suddenly remembered the sand sculpture that bumped into him this morning, and suddenly became out of breath.Why did Gao He's side face look more and more like the person who punched him next to the trash can.Yi An frowned, and suddenly stood up and went around behind Gao He to take a look at his schoolbag.

Damn, nine out of ten it's him.

"Comrade He, have you been to the trash can on the left side of the school gate this morning?" Yi An asked.

"Ok?"

"Don't you think you bumped into something after throwing out the trash?" Yi An kept smiling, but the expression was a bit weird. For the actual appearance, you can refer to the soy smile that comes with WeChat.

"Ah?" Gao He's face was a little dazed.

Yi An closed his eyes and secretly rolled his eyes, smiling: "Forget it's okay, just remind Comrade He to be careful when you leave school this afternoon."

Gao He was stunned, silent for a few seconds, "Oh...OK."

Yi An looked at Gao He's still confused but obediently agreeing, and felt shamefully that he was a little cute.Oh no, Yi An, what are you thinking, Gao He is obviously a boy.

But Gao He is indeed good-looking, not the handsome kind of fortitude, but not the feminine and delicate.It's that kind of white and clean, beautiful like the sun like the morning sun, refreshing and full of youthful breath, which is pleasing to the eye.

Yi An looked at Gao He's concentration, and was really curious. He quietly took out his mobile phone, zoomed in on the text Gao He was writing.The handwriting is neat and elegant.

These few words are written in the notebook.

"You are a grass and tree, but you capture the rest of your soul and coat yourself with gold. Ever since, it is as bright as the scorching sun."

"You think about it, and the rest work hard."

"Where are you, but can you remember it?"

Of course, Gao He would not know that Yi An was peeking at his notebook, because Yi Zhuang pretended to be chatting and posting, but he just pointed the direction at him.

Because it was an autumn morning, the sun wasn't too glare, it shone obliquely on Gao He's notebook, the sun covered those white and slender fingers, it was extremely warm, Yi An accidentally pressed the camera button, because he turned on the mute in advance , so nothing unexpected happened.

"What are you writing? So concentrate." Yi An put away his phone, pretended not to know anything, and asked beside Gao He.Gao He glanced at Yi An, and pushed the notebook in front of Yi An.

"Practice the pen." Gao He said with a smile.

Yi An stared at the notebook, studied it carefully for a while, thought about the words to use, and asked, "Do you like ancient Chinese?"

"No, I like you more." Gao He said.

Yi An was shocked when he heard these words, and stared at Gao He with wide eyes in disbelief: "Huh? What is it?"

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding," Gao He smiled happily, as if he was very happy with Yi An's reaction. "To be precise, I am more interested in literary creation, but I am just writing sentences in classical Chinese.

Yi An sighed, he had seen Gao He as a very cold person before, this direction is a bit strange. "Be careful, don't really fall in love with me, after all, I am so charming."

"Yeah." Gao He smiled.