How much will you sell it to me?

165.

There is no vacation in the third year of high school, and the half-day vacation on Sunday is only enough to go home for a meal and take a bath.

Every Sunday evening self-study is mathematics.

I was terrified to see Jiang Hanlin for a while.As soon as I saw him, my mind was full of mathematical formulas and theorems.

The relationship between Jiang Hanlin and An Yang is very good. Every time An Yang comes to school, he will go to his office to say hello.

Jiang Hanlin and I have a normal teacher-student relationship.Although I am not bad at mathematics, I am afraid from the bottom of my heart for creatures like mathematics teachers.

An Yang recently picked up mathematics again and threatened to teach me.He hasn't studied in the past two years, and he has forgotten a lot of knowledge points, but he just thinks wider than me, and his thinking in solving problems is more flexible than me.

He said to me in a particularly embarrassing way: "There is no way, this is talent."

I asked him if he had finished his thesis, but he kept silent.

166.

Repeatedly writing questions made me physically and mentally exhausted. When I came home from school every day, I closed my eyes and seemed to be holding a pen in my hand. Various questions appeared in front of me, page by page.

I asked Lan on WeChat how he passed his senior year in high school.

Lan replied: [Just eat and sleep normally. ]

Me: [I’m asking at school, during class. ]

Lan Hui: [Ordinary eating and sleeping. ]

I don't think so.

In such an atmosphere, how can someone who can fall asleep without being afraid of being picked up by the teacher be ordinary.

Lan's family is said to be rich, even if he has been fooling around for three years, he can still have a good job after graduating from college.

Compared with Lan, Mu Le is simply a little angel, hard-working and talented, but he is a bit stunned and always fooled by Lan.

I sighed in my heart about a rich man, and then blocked Lan.

167.

I asked An Yang the same question.

An Yang replied to me: [Can't hold on anymore? ]

Ah, no, I'm just tired of writing papers and just want to find a topic to chat with someone.

I think that if I say that, An Yang will definitely not answer me carelessly.

So I said: [kinda. ]

An Yang started to talk at length with me, such as "This is your own choice", "If you are really too tired...", "But I hope you can persist..." and so on.

I was a little afraid to tell him that I was teasing him.

I was afraid that he would come to my house by taxi and beat me up, so I said: [I will insist! ]

In order to appear solemn, I also added an exclamation point.

An Yang was very satisfied with this, and asked me: [Have you finished your homework? ]

I don't. ]

Anyang: [Write quickly. ]

Me: [OK! ]

168.

Lan cut her hair.

I didn't recognize him for a split second when he came to school.

"How did you come?"

"If you have the kind to block me, don't you have the kind to get beaten?"

I let it go for a few seconds: "...I was joking. I remember pulling you back last night."

Lan laughed out loud, "Do you really believe it?"

The school holidays, Lan and Mu Le came back together.

"Is it Mueller's school holiday?" I asked.

Lan said, "Same."

"Skip class and be careful to fail."

"I'm afraid?" Lan gave me a slanted look, which was rather abusive.

I asked him how he cut his hair.

Lan didn't answer, but asked, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Handsome." I replied.

"Mueller happened to go to the barber shop, and I also cut my hair and changed my hairstyle."

What reason do you need to cut your hair, but as soon as the name Muller is mentioned, I know that there is a reason.

I didn't follow up.

Because Lan's expression told me that this is not a happy thing.

I don't want to hear any more secrets.

This is far heavier than sitting in a classroom and writing test papers.

169.

On the night when the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard became 150 days, Qiao Qingguo asked me where I wanted to go to university.

"I asked the teacher, and she said that with your grades, there is no problem with D University... I want to know what you think?"

D University is in a city near the sea, and we are backed by mountains.

Qiao Qingguo's eyes were deep, he stared at me, I thought about it for a long time, but I just said: "...It's very far away."

Qiao Qingguo nodded once, and then nodded twice, as if talking to himself, he said: "Yes, yes, also... What about the Q?" Seeing me thinking, he continued, "Are you What do you think? Your dad has the ability to support you in college, so you don't have to worry about money. The key is which university you want to go to, you have an idea in your mind, and I'm sure..."

Qiao Qingguo wanted me to go to D University or Q University, I could tell from his eyes.

There are not many people who can make their own decisions about which university to go to. Qiao Qingguo gave me this power, but I can't really be so willful.

I don't want to disappoint him, and at the same time I don't want to be so far away from home.

At the end of the conversation, I said, "Let me think about it again..."

170.

There is a long vacation in the first and second grades of senior high school, and the third year of senior high school is in class as usual.

On the afternoon of the last day of the long vacation, the school finally let us live.

The teacher in charge said: "I'm giving you a day off on the last day, not to let you go out and read the papers and write more questions at home. If I meet you on the street...do you understand?"

The students in the class all answered: "Understood—"

After leaving the school gate, I called Lan: "I'm on vacation, where are you staying?"

As early as two days ago, Lan contacted me and said that he wanted to have a drink together. I asked him what was wrong on the phone, but he kept silent.

I went to the KTV that Lan mentioned, and when I went to the front desk to ask for directions, I ran into An Yang's deskmate in high school—the fool who said I looked like a girl.

He pointed at me and said, "You are An Yang's sister...brother!"

I heard it.

171.

I ignored the idiot, I turned around and walked to the private room.

Pushing open the door of the private room, there is a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol

Lan was lying on the sofa half dead, without further ado, I took a step forward and took out my phone to take a picture of him.

"Get up, so decadent." I kicked his leg exposed outside the sofa.

He raised the empty wine glass in his hand and said, "Cheers!"

I:"……"

Lan: "Waiter, bring me another dozen beers!"

I:"……"

Lan: "Waiter? Waiter?"

Me: "Get up."

Lan propped up his upper body and looked at me for a while, "...Junior Qiao Xi." As he spoke, he let go of his strength and collapsed on the sofa.

172.

Muller has a new crush.

As Lan said, that person is not him.

I asked: "Every time your brother likes someone, do you always do this?"

Lan didn't answer.

All the special effects lights in the private room were turned on by Lan, and the red, green, and yellow lights complemented each other, shining on Lan's cheeks and my eyes.

Karen Mok's face flashed on the screen, and the lyrics sang: Do you still remember the hot summer in your memory.

I called him: "Lan."

Fruitless flowers, unfinished concerns.

"Lan Jingde."

Because I'll think of you and I'm afraid to face myself.

"...Mu Jing."

Because you will always remind the past that it will never pass. There is a true love that is not mine.

173.

After staying in KTV for more than half an hour, I didn't change the song and let Karen Mok's "Love" play on a loop.

Lan woke up a little bit, sitting on the sofa thinking about something.

He drank too much and showed his emotions too much. I was afraid that he would suddenly pick up the bottle and beat someone up, so I hid a little far away.

"Junior Qiao Xi." Lan raised his head suddenly, his hair was messed up, and stubble had grown on his chin.

What a hopeless feeling that was.

I like it so much that my heart hurts, I like it so much that I must have him.So once I think about it, this person will never be mine...

That suffocation of the throat can make people crazy.

"I like you." Lan said suddenly.

174.

When I saw the cup in front of Lan, I instantly understood: "Did you fucking drink again?"

Lan curled up on the sofa and started calling Mueller's name.

"Fuck." I sat back on the sofa angrily.

"I like you... Mueller. I like you, Mueller. Mueller...I like you."

Lan repeated over and over again.

"No one will answer you!" I said viciously.

Lan curled up tighter.

"...He won't get back to you." I seemed to be talking to myself, "Give up."

I don't even know who the last three words were addressed to.

Later, Lan clamored to go home, and the sky darkened a little bit. An Yang sent a text message asking me where I was.

I didn't think about why he knew I wasn't home, so he said [I'm outside, go back right away. ]

175.

Lan was really too heavy, I couldn't carry him on my back, so I had to let him half lean on me.

During this period, Lan has been confessing his love to Mu Le, pushing him affectionately.

On the curb, I dragged him and cursed out of breath: "Fuck...your mother, you like him, you fucking...go talk about it! Why are you torturing me?!"

"Mu Le..." Lan murmured, "I like you..."

I can't wait to throw him on the street, "I like you paralyzed! I don't like you!"

Lan: "I like it...you should like me..."

I dragged Lan to the bench beside the street, my waist and legs were sore.

Lan: "I like you...you should like mine..."

I was really tired, so I answered along the way: "I like it, I like it, Mu Le fucking likes you."

Lan raised his head suddenly, with a gentle light shining in his dark eyes, he smiled upright, a look I had never seen before, a smile that he only showed when he looked at Mu Le.

He said, "I like you too."

That humble yet brilliant feeling was answered in such a tragic way.

I suddenly feel guilty.

176.

Later, I always thought that it would be great if I didn't talk to Lan that day.

It's a pity that I only cared about guilt at the time.

I heard Lan say over and over again: "I like you too."

"Don't laugh, brother." I couldn't bear it.Lan smiled so brightly, as if pushing away the clouds and mist.

"I like you too." Lan said.

"Please don't laugh." I was really going to be driven crazy by Lan, "Why on earth should I... spend the night with you so pretentiously."

"I like you too."

I finally compromised, and replied with a hoarse voice, "...I like you, him." I said the last word lightly, because I wasn't sure if it was right to lie to a drunk person like this.

Lan's matter was enough to upset me, so when I heard An Yang tremblingly calling my name, my mind went blank.

"Jo... Tin...?"

The worst has come.