Senior Class Three

More than a week has passed since the school celebration, approaching New Year's Day.

The clouds in the sky are very thick, only a few rays of light peek out, casting a rare warmth.The new wind is piercing, and the white cold air can be seen condensed in the wind.The bustling Nanmo High School in the past was silent in silence. As far as the eye could see, the grass and trees were withered, the students shrunk their necks and rubbed their hands, and the usual greetings and greetings on the bad street disappeared miraculously.

"I have liked you for a long time..." After listening carefully, a faint female voice sounded, accompanied by the cold wind, blowing intermittently.

After waiting for a long time, Qing Mei, who was hiding in the corner, did not hear the next conversation.He can't wait.He had gone through a lot about eavesdropping on the corner, but he still couldn't stop his curiosity, and he was even sullen at the unhurried behavior of the person involved.

Glancing secretly at the boy standing opposite the girl, a dead leaf brushed the boy's hair and fell, and his eyes couldn't help but stick to his side face.It was a perfect side face, the clear skin became cooler and fairer due to the cold weather, the bridge of the handsome nose stood on the face just right, the thin red lips were slightly parted, like berries frosted in winter, from a distance Going, hidden in the layers of decadent branches and leaves, faintly, the color is attractive.

If this person is not Ma Muzhi, the handsome guy recognized in high school, who is he?

Ma Muzhi took out a slender pen from his pocket, and took out a notebook from his trouser pocket.He swiped and wrote a line quickly and smoothly, then tore off the page on which he wrote, handed it to the girl in front of him, and said with a smile: "Come to me after you solve this math problem."

"Really?" The girl was uneasy, holding the question in her hand, while looking at the math problem, she carefully glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, taking all his smile into her eyes, and then turning it into joy in her heart.

"If you can't solve it, I hope you stay as far away from me as possible." Ma Muzhi put away the pen and paper, turned and walked towards the classroom.

The girl couldn't contain her excitement, she was in a hurry, she nodded repeatedly, and left quickly with the topic in her mind.If she had listened carefully to Ma Muzhi's words, or hadn't been so shy, it would have been easy to hear the coldness in his words and his flash of disgust.

Ma Muzhi walked to the corner, Qingmei didn't call him to stop, but he stopped by himself, slowly closing the distance between the two, the smile on his face became brighter, he still looked like a wet young man.

Qingmei leaned against the wall, with her hands behind her head, and her whole body was shrouded in the shadow of Ma Muzhi. He looked up and sighed: "This is the 948th girl who confessed to you, I really envy you! Confession, I thank God—”

"I like you." The leaves were flying, and the mottled shadows fell into Ma Muzhi's eyes, making him look radiant and tender, "This is the 948th time I say 'I like you'."

"I like you too." Qingmei responded naturally, not feeling inappropriate.The mothers of the two have been friends for many years, and they were both born on the same day in the same year. One month after they were born, the two met for the first time, although they were just babies in their infancy at that time, and they could only express their first encounter by crying joy.

Every birthday, the two get together to spend.The first birthday party was held at Ome's house, and the second birthday party was held at Ma Mu's house. The two parties took turns to hold it. It has been 18 years since then.From childhood to adulthood, the two are like each other's shadows, closer than brothers.

After Ma Muzhi was confessed, he didn't know which nerve was wrong, and he would turn around and say "I like you" to Qingmei again.After listening to it 948 times, from being surprised at the beginning to taking it calmly, until now he can calmly reply "I like you too."

Ma Muzhi smiled bitterly, didn't care whether Qingmei was willing or not, touched his soft hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother."

Qingmei pouted: "You are only two hours older than me."

"That's brother too."

"not called"

"It's fine if you don't call me." Ma Muzhi straightened his hair, "If you don't want to call me brother, don't say you like me."

"why?"

"I'll take it seriously."

Ma Muzhi looked sad and stared at him with a smile.The corner of the mouth is like a broken flower bone, soaked in the bitter water of the long night and the icy cold of the long and bright sky.How to say, how to do, feelings will get the corresponding response?Would it scare him if I told him that I had other thoughts about him?In the end, I couldn't even get my brother's "I like you".

He once said to Cheng Jing, "There is no worthy or unworthy, only daring and not daring."Standing on the outside, he said it easily.If it happens to him, he will panic and lack the courage to express his true thoughts.

"What's the matter with you?" Qingmei was taken aback by his expression, why did this student god with a warm smile suddenly put on a frightening face.

Ma Muzhi put on the same smiling face again, "When I'm thinking about the school celebration, I should take the opportunity to kiss you more."

"..."

The girl studied the problem for several days without any clue. She consulted countless masters and academic masters in Nanmo, but she still couldn't solve it.In desperation, with her last hope, she went to find Cheng Jing from Class 17.

Seeing no one in the classroom, Yuan Xiaoling told her that Cheng Jing had gone to the corridor.She rushed over in a hurry, but unexpectedly did not see any couples in pairs.There are only four people in Bulang, which is usually surrounded by a sweet smell, and they are still four men.

Regardless of the cold weather, Zhang Yongqiang occupied a long chair and slept by himself.On such a cold day, he actually wore a pair of red flip-flops.He only wore a school uniform jacket on his upper body, but he was sleeping soundly, and his body was carefully covered with a black down jacket.Not far away, Wang Ruohan was doing gymnastics, wearing a long blue cotton jacket.From time to time, he looked at Zhang Yongqiang's bare feet next to him, and the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.

After thinking about it, he took off Zhang Yongqiang's flip flops, took off his cotton padded jacket, wrapped his feet tightly, and tied his sleeves in a knot like a bow.I don't know if it's because of improper control of strength, but the sleeping person gave a quick kick to the person who moved his feet, and then sat up suddenly, seeing Wang Ruohan sitting on the cold ground with his cheeks flushed from the cold, everyone was astonished looking at himself.

Zhang Yongqiang hurriedly took a step, but unexpectedly, his feet were bound tightly, and he fell down like a dog gnawing shit.Realizing that something was wrong, he subconsciously looked at his feet, the familiar blue padded jacket came into view, and then looked at Wang Ruohan who was only wearing a thin school uniform, his chest was filled with anger.He untied the clothes on his feet three times and five times twice, put them on for him, and then put on the black down jacket that had slipped to the ground for him.

Touching Wang Ruohan's cold hand, he was furious.After the incident of eating cockroaches, Wang Ruohan caught colds every now and then, often recovering from the illness for a day or two, and then caught the cold again.He only had a fever two days ago, and when the fever subsides, he must be taken outside to stretch his muscles and bones today.He originally refused, and even prevented him from going out, unless he went to the bathroom, and he was not even allowed to go out to eat.When it was time for meal, Zhang Yongqiang quickly ran to the cafeteria, wrapped the meal in his down jacket, and sent it to Wang Ruohan's classroom.

Zhang Yongqiang is not afraid of the severe cold, and thinks that winter clothes are heavy, so he often does not wear winter clothes.Besides, wearing dull clothes will greatly affect the quality of fighting.Gradually, due to not wearing thick clothes for a long time, the body's resistance to severe cold is getting stronger and stronger, and the physical fitness is getting better and better.In order for Wang Ruohan to protect himself from the cold wind and have a warm meal, he lamented for the first time how good the down jacket is.

This time, he couldn't stand Wang Ruohan's pleading and agreed to accompany him out.But the premise is that he must put on his down jacket again.He was much taller than Wang Ruohan, and his body was stronger. In addition, the winter clothes were already made to be roomy. Wang Ruohan put another one on top of his cotton clothes, and he put it on easily without any hindrance.

Wang Ruohan, who was wearing two thick coats, still didn't look bloated, and Zhang Yongqiang felt sad.

How thin do you have to be to wear two pieces?

In other words, are his cotton clothes, the cotton clothes prepared for him by his adoptive parents, genuine?

He was clueless at the time, and asked Wang Ruohan if the cotton clothes kept him warm.Wang Ruohan blinked, blushing and said it was very warm.However, warm or not warm, how could this kind of thing easily deceive people.He stretched out his hand to hold the other party, the cold touch, the slightly trembling hands betrayed Wang Ruohan.Zhang Yongqiang didn't expose it, and his hot body also cooled down, just like Wang Ruohan's hands, icy cold.

He zipped up the down jacket for Wang Ruohan, and said coldly, "Master told you to put it on, but you are not allowed to take it off."

Wang Ruohan lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, he just stood there, not daring to say a word.

"I'm not cold." Zhang Yongqiang put on the hat that came with the down jacket. The edge of the hat was rolled with a white and fluffy artificial fur collar, and the wind made him tremble. "My feet are not cold either."

His heart aches for the boy in front of him.Such a sensible boy, without the love of his parents, let him love!

He hugged Wang Ruohan and let him lean against his chest.Many images flashed through his mind, all related to Wang Ruohan, his joy, his sorrow, all kinds, but he couldn't see Wang Ruohan's anger.He seems to be born without anger, or invisible, he habitually transforms all the anger in his heart into sorrow, and then into tears.

Wang Ruohan cried again.

He always has endless tears.

Zhang Yongqiang said: "Ruohan, I feel sorry for you. You cry, I feel bad..."

"Brother Qiang!" Finally, Wang Ruohan couldn't help but burst into tears, and buried his face in Zhang Yongqiang's arms, not letting anyone see his sad expression, sobbing softly, "I'm afraid...I'm afraid of the cold... So scared, so scared."

"..." Afraid of the cold, why did he take off his clothes for himself.He is so stupid.

Zhang Yongqiang clasped the person in his arms tightly, and accidentally rubbed his chin against his forehead, where it was extremely hot, hot enough to make people uneasy.When he looked up again, Wang Ruohan squinted his eyes half-closed, leaning crookedly on him, as if he was out of his mind.

Zhang Yongqiang was so anxious that he kept calling his name, but the people on him didn't respond.He immediately picked him up and ran straight to the infirmary.