How much will you sell it to me?

154.

The day after Mueller confessed to me, I met Lan and chatted with him for a while at school. I said, "This time Mueller has no one he likes. Don't you worry?"

"Even without you, there will be another person. It won't be me anyway." That's what Lan said at the time.

Life in the second year of high school was boring. Lan and Muller went to different universities in the same province. He occasionally posted photos in Moments, all of which showed Muller's back.

I asked him on WeChat why he didn't give his brother a handsome face.

Lan replied to me: [Why did you show it to you? ]

I choked him, and the topic was over.

Later, I saw a sentence from Lanfa in Moments: I can only chase after his back.

I commented at the bottom: really sour.

After thinking about it, I felt sad again.

I think Lan is probably more desperate than me.

155.

The last semester of the second year of high school was coming to an end, and I went home with a schoolbag of homework.

An Yang teased me that he had a long vacation and little homework, and I didn't refute it at the time.

In the days when school was about to start, I dragged An Yang to help me with my homework. From dawn to dusk, whenever An Yang nodded and dozed off, I would reach out and grab his hair.

"After two days of homework, I feel like I'm going bald." An Yang brushed her hair back and sighed.

I comforted him: "You are also a handsome bald man even if you are bald."

An Yang smiled, stretched out his hand to hold my head, and before I had time to react, he had already bumped my head.

At that moment, I really doubted that An Yang had practiced Iron Head Kungfu.I covered my head and kicked him, but I didn't dare to kick him harder for fear that he would hurt.

It was good for An Yang, after being kicked, he ran away with his waist in his arms and laughed.

I threw out a slipper on my foot and didn't hit him. He picked up the slipper meanly, stretched out his hand and rubbed my forehead indiscriminately.

156.

Two weeks into school, I received five bags of milk from my roommate in a row.

My roommate called it warm, and I finally felt something was wrong when I got the sixth bag of milk.

The roommate had no choice but to say: "It's really sending warmth... to give warmth to others."

I asked, "Who do you help?"

My roommate pretended to be mysterious and approached me: "Song Jiaran from class X, do you know? She may have fallen in love with you and wants to chase you."

"Thank her for me." I handed the milk to my roommate, "I won't accept this."

For the first time in my life, I was chased by a girl, and she actually brought me milk?

Do you think I'm short?

157.

I never thought that Song Jiaran would come to block me at the door of our classroom during lunch break the next day.

I followed her to the outside of the teaching building. As soon as I stood still, she asked me: "Why don't you accept the milk I sent?"

I asked her back, "Why did you give me milk?"

Song Jiaran didn't answer, but said, "You don't like milk? Then I'll deliver yogurt next time." After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

I stopped her and said "thank you".

She looks at me.

I said, "I have someone I like, thank you."

Song Jiaran still looked at me, she asked: "Why do you say 'thank you' twice?"

I said, "Thank you for the milk and thank you for liking me."

"Am I being rejected?"

I smiled apologetically.

"Forget it..." Song Jiaran first sighed, and then said: "I don't know if you are lying to me when you say you have someone you like. Anyway, I wish you a successful confession."

I was taken aback, and said: "...Thank you." Although I would never be able to confess to that person.

158.

A few days later, Chen Junfan suddenly sent a text message saying that he had returned to the city and had time to get together.

The weather was not good on the day we made an appointment to meet, the sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain.

I met An Yang and Chen Junfan at the entrance of the hotel. Although I often saw his updates in the circle of friends, I still had to say: "You are too tanned, aren't you?"

Chen Junfan pushed me and said, "Go, my partner really likes my skin color."

We talked while walking, and I asked him, "Are you dating again?"

Chen Junfan said, "Where is it? It's still the same as before."

"Reconciled?" An Yang asked.

Chen Junfan was very tanned, and he smiled with gleaming teeth: "She chased me to City S."

"That's very good."

After going around for so long, the two people who liked each other finally returned to each other.

Chen Junfan's words back then were so unbelievable, why did he like superficiality?

The feeling of liking someone is always worth cherishing and respecting.

159.

We didn't know it was raining until we came out of the hotel. An Yang and I each brought an umbrella, but Chen Junfan didn't expect to take an umbrella because he was carrying a big bag.

In the end, An Yang lent him the umbrella, and An Yang and I ran home with the same umbrella.

"It's better not to open an umbrella." An Yang said when he ran halfway.

Me: "Then don't hit me, I'll hit you."

After a while, An Yang thought of a bad idea: "Why don't I hug you?"

I didn't speak.

An Yang: "Huh?"

I:"……"

An Yang: "Huh?"

Me: "You better get out."

An Yang grabbed my arm that was about to withdraw the umbrella: "Don't, don't, don't."

160.

When I got home, half of my body was soaked.The door was unlocked, it was Qiao Qingguo who had returned.

It was rare that Qiao Qingguo was at home. Because of the rain, he turned on the lamp and held a cigarette in his hand. The dim light shone on the black and yellow wall that was burned by the boiler.

I put down the umbrella and called him, "Dad?"

Qiao Qingguo shook his hands, and long strands of soot fell to the ground.

"Are you back?" He stubbed out his cigarette, "Come here, Dad has something to tell you."

In the past we were always in a hurry to miss, he had his work to do, I had my school to go.

We chatted for two or three hours that day, and he said that he bought a house in one place and could move in two or three months.

It never occurred to me that I would ever leave this bungalow, and despite all my childhood complaints, it never occurred to me that I would one day move elsewhere.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Qiao Qingguo asked me, "Are you blaming Dad for not discussing it with you?"

He said this carefully. I don't know when my relationship with him has become so alienated.

"No." I said, "I just haven't thought about... When I move, I'll ask for a day off."

Qiao Qingguo hurriedly said, "No, no, I'll do it myself. You still have to attend class."

Later, he asked me what kind of room decoration I like and what style of desk lamp I want. He asked me to answer, and we talked for a long time like this.

Qiao Qingguo was smiling when we were chatting. When he laughed, there were deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. I remember that he always joked with me when I was a child. He only made me happy when he made me anxious. He laughed while I was crying.Thinking about it now, I haven't seen him smile for a long time, and his smile now is different from before, more kind and older.

Although I didn't have much communication with Qiao Qingguo, the blood flowing in my bones still made me respect and love him instinctively.

He is my father, my close relative.

161.

I told An Yang about my move, and An Yang's first reaction was to ask me: "How far is it from here?"

I said I can get there by bus No. 465, but An Yang calculated the distance and said, "That's okay."

"Are you going to be on vacation then?" I asked him.

"Yeah." Before I could say anything, An Yang said, "Don't worry, I will help Uncle Qiao move."

"sorry to bother you."

An Yang said, "No trouble, let's help my brother move."

"An Yang."

An Yang's voice was smiling: "Huh?"

"Have a face."

162.

In the last month of the second year of high school, in the classroom like a steamer, the head teacher said to us loudly: "We are about to usher in the third year of high school. Do you know what the third year of high school means?"

The third year of high school can mean a lot, or it can mean nothing.

The class teacher finally said: "...I hope that each of you will not fall behind."

For me, the biggest meaning of the third year of high school is that I am one step closer to An Yang.

Although An Yang was no longer in school when I was in my sophomore year, but... I still want to be with him.

Lan once said that my liking for An Yang has reached the point of no cure.

Who is not.

When you like someone, you want to try any absurd and crazy things, as long as you can get closer to that person, you will find value in whatever you do.

163.

My new home is very close to the school, so I no longer live in the house, but commute to and from school by car every day.

On the day I applied to leave the dormitory, the head teacher repeatedly asked me if I was sure, and I nodded firmly.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade me, the class teacher had no choice but to say: "You promise? If your grades decline in the next quiz..."

"I'll just move back to school," I said.

The head teacher sighed, "Okay, that's it."

Qiao Qingguo was very tired when he came home at night, and often fell asleep on the bed without remembering to eat.

With me around he should be able to eat dinner on time.

164.

Every week An Yang would take the bus for half an hour to come to his new home, and our weekly meal place was also changed to be at home.

I asked An Yang who was jumping on my bed: "Are you sleeping on the floor at home?"

An Yang: "No."

"You, get off the bed immediately." I looked at him indifferently.

An Yang picked up the pillow next to my pillow and rubbed it, "Uncle Qiao has a good eye."

"Is this your first day here?" I pulled the pillow under him to cover his head, "I want to say it once every time, huh?"

The pillow was bought by my dad, it's Doraemon's younger sister Dorami on it.