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Li Xiluo was awakened by a piercing whistle, and opened her eyes abruptly.The brain didn't react at all.

He took out his phone from under the pillow and turned on the screen. The sudden light hurt Li Xiluo's eyes.

"Fuck!" He dropped his phone, rubbed his eyes, buried his head in the pillow and continued to sleep.

Three minutes later, he frowned and got up from the bed amidst the indiscriminate bombardment of the dorm manager's second whistle blowing. He brushed the long hair that fell on his face and got up.

Li Xiluo looked at the bed by the window, it was neatly folded, and the sheets could not be pulled without a single wrinkle.

Been gone for a while.

Turn on the phone again: 5:35.

When he was squinting his eyes and brushing his teeth, he vaguely remembered something, "I...fuck! How does Y get up like this?! You idiot, come on! What a broken school! Fuck!"

After he finished washing, straightening his hair, and matching his clothes, it was already 5.58, and he didn't have time to fold the quilt, so he was ready to put it in the closet, but his closet was full, so he could only stuff it into Li Qinghe's closet.

Closing the door, I ran out of the dormitory, all the way to Building No. [-], endured the pain in my feet, climbed up to the fifth floor four steps at a time, and walked to the door of Class [-] while stepping on the bell at six o'clock.

Zhang Chunhua was already smiling at the door waiting for him.

Li Xiluo sighed, what the hell...

"Hey, who is this? I watched some athlete limping up to the fifth floor from the dormitory in less than a minute. He is a talented person, ah."

"..."

"He's quite tall, um, and his legs are quite long. He looks... Tsk, why don't you have a brain, and you don't know how to leave the dormitory 2 minutes earlier? Huh?" Zhang Chunhua looked up at him.

"……I"

"Don't talk! I'm so out of breath, come to my office during the big break." Zhang Chunhua turned and walked to Class Six.

Zhang Chunhua is the head teacher of the sixth class, also leads the Chinese class of the sixth class and the eighth class, and is the teacher of the third grade.The grades in the class I lead are very good, and everyone smiles kindly, but it is a pity that he has a long mouth, and he can directly poke people's hearts when he speaks, and the students don't make mistakes.In short, he is very individual, and he also has a way of managing students.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Li Xiluo, the main reason is that this person is his mother's old classmate.

In 19, Li Xiluo scored [-] points in the college entrance examination. When the results came out, his adoptive mother turned over the dining table and became hysterical.His adoptive father, who would never speak for him, went back to the room silently.

Teacher Zhang came to visit his old classmates during the summer vacation of 19.

Meet at the wine table, old friends complain to each other.

When his adoptive mother looked at him with a disappointed face: This kid is not motivated at all, and I haven't raised him well for so many years, which made Chunhua laugh.

Speaking of which, Li Xiluo has known this uncle for several years, and he knows everything about the family.

Zhang Chunhua smiled, glanced at Li Xiluo and said, "Pei Yu, every child is an independent individual, not someone's appendage, nor someone's substitute. Children should not be regulated by the same standard .” Mother Pei was taken aback.

Li Xiluo lowered her head, pinching the cuff of her left hand with her right hand under the table.

Zhang Chunhua looked at the boy who didn't say a word, smiled and said: "Ha, Zhenxing, both of you and your wife are excellent people, why are you afraid that your child can't teach well?"

Li Zhenxing didn't speak, raised his head and took a sip from the wine glass, the spicy taste trickled down his throat, Li Zhenxing frowned.

"Pei Yu, why don't you let your child go back to school for another year? Come to our school and I'll take him."

The words were addressed to Pei's mother, but Zhang Chunhua was looking at Li Xiluo.

After eating, Li Xiluo stood at the door, looked at Zhang Chunhua saying goodbye to his parents, and called Teacher Zhang.

……

Thoughts were rolling, Li Xiluo stopped it in time, leaned against the wall and entered the class and sat in the last row of the classroom.

Everyone in the eighth class turned to look at him, and a few girls gathered together laughing and nudging each other lightly with their elbows. Seeing Li Xiluo looking over, they hurriedly turned around and covered their faces and smiled.

Li Xiluo frowned.

I ran too hard just now, and now my ankle is throbbing and hurting.

The others saw that his face was not looking well, so they didn't look back.

Class [-] began to quietly read early.

Li Xiluo looked at the empty table, and borrowed a wet towel from him to look back at his front table, wiped the dust on the table, and lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

……

During the big class break, Zhang Chunhua drank half a pot of tea in the office and didn't see Li Xiluo coming to look for him. He was about to pick him up in Class [-] when he saw Li Qinghe coming in with his Chinese homework.

"Hey, Qinghe, go to Class [-] and call Li Xiluo, tell him to come over!" Li Qinghe was about to respond, when he said again: "Do you know Li Xiluo? That, that, that..."

"Long hair, it looks good, it's super cool." The chemistry teacher answered.

"Oh, yes. You go and ask him to come, alas, by the way, don't leave yet, he sprained his ankle, you take this round of review materials to him."

Li Qinghe paused and said yes softly.

But when he walked to the back door of Class Eight with a large stack of review materials in his arms, he realized in surprise, how...

He took a deep breath and pushed open the back door of Class Eight.Opening the door, the first thing I saw was Li Xiluo sleeping on the table at the back door.

For the art students whose training life has long been separated from the school routine, the morning class is really hard to bear, and most people in Class [-] start to catch up on sleep after class.

Li Qinghe opened his mouth, a little confused.Because he was holding a book in his hand, he only stretched out a piece of finger.

A small crystal clear green gourd rolled down from the cuff of the school uniform, hanging on the red string and hanging under the young man's slender wrist, swaying slightly.

Li Qinghe lightly tapped Li Xiluo's shoulder.

No...didn't wake up.

Li Qinghe took a breath, his eyes fell on Li Xiluo's earlobes half covered by his hair, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes.

Just as he was about to put the book on the empty table next to him, Li Xiluo accidentally bumped into the stool when he got up from the front desk, scratching the floor very loudly, and most of the people in the class "hissed" and looked up at him annoyed.

Li Xiluo woke up, and the first thing she saw was Li Qinghe who was holding a stack of books and looking at him.The second stared at his stupid front desk.Li Xiluo suppressed her irritability and looked at Li Qinghe, "Is there something wrong?"

Li Qinghe moved his left foot back slightly, and said softly, "You haven't received your review materials yet."

"Ah."

Li Xiluo responded, reaching out to pick up the stack of books, and accidentally touched Li Qinghe's fingertips.Li Qinghe hurriedly pulled his hands away, unexpectedly, Li Xiluo didn't pick it up properly, and a stack of books fell to the ground with a clatter.

Li Xiluo stared blankly at the book that had been dropped on the floor, and the next moment Li Qinghe hastily squatted down to pick it up, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry."

Li Xiluo caught a glimpse of the young man's fair neck in front of him, lowered his head to help, and said, "It's okay, thank you." Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, "Oh!"

Li Qinghe bumped into the corner of the table.

Li Xiluo remembered the same loud knock last night, couldn't help it, and smiled.Li Qinghe stood up abruptly, blinked his eyes, lowered his head, "I...I'm leaving."

Li Xiluo raised his eyelids and glanced at the window, saw Li Qinghe's straight back, walking steadily like an old dog, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His mentally handicapped front desk who thought he knew him very well after sitting in front of him for three classes offered to help him sort out the textbooks, and Li Xiluo nodded in satisfaction.

Li Xiluo sorted out the documents and went to the office shaking.When he opened the office door, a strong aroma of roasted sweet potatoes came to his nostrils.

He came in and looked around but didn't see the person he was looking for.Just as he was about to turn around and go out, he saw Zhang Chunhua who was holding a roasted sweet potato by the legs of his desk and was gnawing on it.

"Actually, I don't have anything to do with you. I just want to see how you've settled down. Are you... all right?"

Li Xiluo looked at this elder and teacher with a smile on his face, couldn't say anything else, and nodded: "It's okay."

"I heard that you live in the same room with Qinghe?"

Qinghe.

"Well, that's fine. That kid is very nice. He doesn't like to talk and is very obedient. He shouldn't mess with you. Besides, your temper should be suppressed." Zhang Chunhua took a sip of his tea.

Li Xiluo put her hands behind her back.

"He is diligent, so you should get up early in the morning too. If you can't let him call you, do it all over again and work hard."

Li Xiluo lowered her eyes and did not speak.

"Remember, no one can control you, people have to live for themselves."

Li Xiluo pinched the buttons of her cuffs.

"Okay, let's go back."

Before leaving, he threw a piece of roasted sweet potato to Li Xiluo.

"Now there are still children who don't eat breakfast, can this body withstand it? Hey, old Yuan, tell me, that little girl your child likes?" Zhang Chunhua pulled the chair forward and looked at Yuan Qi gossipingly. .

"You son of a bitch, last week I turned the key and just entered the door, just give me this..."

……

Zhang Chunhua turned around and chatted with the math teacher at the opposite table, and he was very happy to hear the inside story.

Li Xiluo closed the office door, opened the paper bag, paused, and took a bite out of her hungry stomach.

The orange-red inner flesh is very bright, with a strong aroma, and it rushes into his nose, and the steam is suffocating his face, as if he is holding a stove...

As soon as Li Xiluo sat down on his seat, he put down the buns he was gnawing at the front table and turned around to sniff him.

Li Xiluo frowned.

"Have you eaten baked sweet potatoes?"

"..."

"Mist Grass! Old Zhang gave it to you? I've been craving it for a long time, and I've been around the school, but I haven't seen anyone selling it."

Li Xiluo snorted: "Do you bastards still have a place to sell things?"

His idiot at the front desk slapped his thigh, "Yes, there is a canteen in the restaurant on the first floor, but now they sell some pens, candy and the like, fuck it, they don't even sell instant noodles!" Youyuan turned around and continued to eat the buns.

After taking two bites, he turned around and wanted to talk to Li Xiluo. The stool rubbed against the floor and made a screeching sound. Li Xiluo took a deep breath and opened his mouth to give him an elegant and polite greeting. It flew over, brushed past Li Xiluo's face and slammed it on the back door, and a very good book flew directly on the back of his front desk.

"Fuck you Chen Jingyue! You fucking can't lift the stool?"

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Fuck, shut up, you! Don't be disgusting!" Class Eight vomited.

Listening to the coquettish tone of the boy who was taller than him, Li Xiluo felt that her ears were polluted.

Seeing his stupid-b turned around at the front desk again, holding the book that must write questions and said to him bitchly: "Brother Luo, they beat me up, I'm so scared, you can throw it back for me!"

There was a slap mark on Chen Jingyue's face.

Li Xiluo remained expressionless, "Shut up, sister, brother, I can't take it anymore. Stupid."

The people around laughed together.

When she learned that she was going to the dormitory for a lunch break after eating, Li Xiluo thought it was all nonsense.Which school returned to the dormitory during the lunch break in the third year of high school?Besides, even with an air conditioner, it’s so cold that I can have a pumpkin lunch break.

Gee.

Up and down the stairs, tsk.

Open your eyes and get through your lunch break before you have to climb the stairs again, tsk.

Li Xiluo looked at his right foot, tsk.

Gee tut.

Fortunately, his stupid-b front desk never left him. After Li Xiluo refused to carry him back to the dormitory for the fourth time, he followed him to the dormitory on the fourth floor.

When Li Xiluo pushed open the dormitory door, the curtains had already been drawn, and the cold wind swayed outside the window, wrapping the room in a warm yellow.

Li Qinghe was holding the quilt in a ball and froze in place.

"Hey, um, I got up late in the morning, and I didn't have time to stack..."

Li Xiluo always felt that this matter was a bit embarrassing in front of others, so she stuffed the quilt that was ripped like a dog into someone's cabinet without their consent, and the quilt was covered by someone else.

"It's okay, I have a cupboard."

Li Xiluo hurriedly stepped forward to take it and thanked her.

Li Xiluo tried to refold the quilt to save face, but suddenly found a tube of ointment under the pillow, which was used for sprains.

Li Xiluo laughed, turned around and said, "Did you buy it? Thanks."

"Ah."

Li Qinghe looked at his smiling eyes and pursed his lips.

The medicine was bought last night. When Li Xiluo was smoking in the bathroom, Li Qinghe quietly put it under Li Xiluo's pillow.

During the one-hour lunch break, Li Qinghe didn't sleep, and still unfolded the small table to get the answers and read the analysis of the physics test paper.After applying the medicine, Li Xiluo put her injured foot on the railing in a daze.

Time flies quietly.

After the dormitory supervisor's death-like whistle sounded, both of them woke up with a start.Li Xiluo frowned and asked, "Is this uncle always like this?"

"Well, the old rules."

Li Xiluo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Li Qinghe to answer like this, and thought he was going to say yes again.

Li Qinghe sat on the bed in a daze, saw him wipe his face, and said in a low voice, "I...you have trouble with your feet, may I help you?" His voice was not loud, and his tone was gentle.

Li Xiluo looked at the young man with his head bowed in front of him, and didn't have the nerve to refuse.

Li Qinghe held Li Xiluo's right arm very carefully.

The stairs in the dormitory are very narrow, and it is not easy for two boys with long hands and long feet to walk side by side. Li Xiluo's right foot is inconvenient, and Li Qinghe only supports his right arm, so he is too embarrassed to use too much force. very difficult.

After hearing Li Xiluo's third gasp, Li Qinghe stopped and said, "I...I'll carry you on my back. I've only reached the second floor, and I have to climb to the classroom on the fifth floor later."

Li Qinghe looked at the not-so-short but a little thin boy who only reached the tip of his nose, and chuckled lightly: "Hey, how tall is the kid? Can he carry big brother on his back?"

Li Qinghe opened his mouth but did not say anything, he lowered his head and did not look at Li Xiluo.

Li Xiluo suppressed a smile and took advantage of the words.

"No, I'm too tired. You put your arms around my waist so I can concentrate." Li Qinghe pursed his lips. After a while, he gently put his hands on Li Xiluo's waist, and slowly tightened them.

Li Xiluo felt that the hand on his waist was stiff.

Speechless all the way.

When the two walked to the door of the eighth class panting, Li Xiluo searched his pockets and only found a peppermint candy. Feeling a bit ashamed, Li Xiluo sighed and looked at him and asked, "Do you want candy?"

Li Qinghe watched as Li Xiluo stretched out a peppermint candy in the palm in front of him, with slender knuckles and distinct joints.

Li Qinghe glanced at him, lowered his head and did not speak.

"I only have this candy on me." Li Xiluo said helplessly.

"Thank you." Li Qinghe took the candy and thanked him softly, with his eyes downcast, he turned and walked west.

The steps are steady and the back is straight.

Li Xiluo looked at the boy in the school uniform in the corridor. He was wearing the ugly school uniform of Y people, and he looked... not too ugly.

The boy in the corridor walked forward step by step, not in a hurry.Dongyang climbed onto his straight back, rolled, and fell to his feet along with the red and black school uniform.

Li Xiluo turned around and went east to Class [-].

After entering Class [-] classroom, Li Qinghe gently opened the stool and sat in his seat.Reaching into the pocket of the school uniform jacket, he pinched the little hard candy that had been clutched in his palm.

He squeezed a little hard, and the palm of his hand was imprinted red with sugar...

The author has something to say: Qinghe, taken from "Songs of the Chu·Jiusi·Shangshi": Qinghe.

"Qing" means that the running water is crystal clear, things are pure and transparent, or speech and thoughts are clear.

"He" originally means harmony and coordination, and also refers to gentleness, gentleness and modesty.

In the poem are:

"Hi the first summer is clear and harmonious, the locust trees are green into shade, and the burgundy flowers are in full bloom." - Liu Xingchu "Drunken Pengcai"

"The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.

——Xie Lingyun "You Chishi into the Sail"

When the smoke is light and the rain is light, and the plums are yellow, the weather is clear and peaceful.

——Wu Jizi "Drunk Penglai"

This is my first post, hope you like it, thank you.

Also, Person Y is the name of their school.

Yes, a lot of bad words.