Feast

The winter in Melting City is finally over. In the early spring season, everything is revived, and the long-lost sunshine is scattered through the thick clouds. Although the light is weak, it is warm and very comfortable.

Bailang was in a good mood, put on a windbreaker, and planned to take Li Changfeng out to let the wind go.

The thorns on Li Changfeng's head grew a bit, but it still looked too short, like a hedgehog's head, so he put on a hat before going out.

"I can't tell, you've got a lot of burden as an idol," Bailang said with a smile

Li Changfeng ignored him

"However, you look good in this hat."

Li Changfeng looked at himself in the rearview mirror, he looked really good-looking, the hat was knitted, dark solid color, but there was nothing particularly eye-catching, the main reason was that Li Changfeng's facial features were really outstanding, ordinary The hat also made him wear a high-cold warlord style.

"Don't you want to know where I'm taking you?"

"Affiliated Middle School"

"How do you know?!" Bailang was a little surprised, he remembered that he hadn't told him that he would take him back to the high school.

"guess"

"Why didn't I know that you still have the skill of the prophet?" Bailang teased indifferently, but he got a little comfort in his heart. He should still have some memories.

Li Changfeng really guessed, he didn't know anything about the memory of Fuzhong Road, but the small road he drove by, the tall and straight sycamore trees on both sides of the road, were bare, this scene seemed familiar, until he saw the road sign "Fuzhong Road" Wake up and have been here for a while.

"Here." Bailang parked the car, and Li Changfeng also got out of the car. The warm sun was a bit dazzling. Li Changfeng hadn't seen such a dazzling sun for a long time, and he squinted his eyes unconsciously.

In a daze, it seemed as if he had returned to six years ago. Li Changfeng was sitting under the plane tree, reading a book quietly, and a bicycle was parked next to him. It had nothing to do with him when school was over, and he always had to wait until the sun went down. , the boy with a blue nose and a swollen face came out lazily.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Li Changfeng seemed to be used to waiting for him. At that time, Bailang also felt that it was a matter of course. He didn't want to go back in the butler's heavy car. Nothing makes him happier than riding on the wind of freedom

"Did you remember something?" Bailang looked at Li Changfeng in a daze, and couldn't bear to disturb this beautiful picture, but when school was over and the crowds were surging, he had to interrupt his thoughts.

"It seems to have a memory." Li Changfeng looked at Bailang, only to realize that this should be the first time he has seen him so closely since he was discharged from the hospital.

Fair skin, thin lips, high nose bridge, and peach blossom eyes that love to laugh, although it is slightly different from the chubby teenager with blue nose and swollen face in memory, but this perfect outline seems to have been carefully crafted ,Touching

"I have words on my face?" Bailang looked at his scrutiny without being frightened, but just enjoyed it.

"I seem to remember you"

"Remember what?"

Li Changfeng said, "Did you often get beaten up with bruised nose and swollen face?"

Bailang: ...

"Why do you only remember these?" Bailang said speechlessly, "I also have many bright moments, okay?"

"Like?"

For example, the exam is always No. 1, the countdown number that remains unchanged for thousands of years. Before meeting Li Changfeng, he said that no one would dare to say that the number one is the second; For example, the two-meter-high wall behind the school can't stop him at all, and no one has ever caught him except Li Changfeng...

All these are vivid in my mind, Bailang opened his mouth for a long time but didn't say a word.

The two were about to enter the campus, when Bailang accidentally discovered that Li Chang's style was particularly dazzling among the famous teachers and alumni at the school gate.

"I saw you." Bailang walked over, and found that amidst the crow's feet of the uniform gray beard, the young and vigorous Li Changfeng stood out from the crowd and had a unique style.

"Li Changfeng, an internationally renowned cellular immunology and microbiologist, an Ivy League Distinguished Professor in Country M, and the youngest winner of the Turing Award in modern medicine..." Bai Lang read his honor as if counting his own medals, like a treasure

Li Changfeng looked at the unsmiling face through the glass. It was probably a photo taken in college. The outline was roughly the same as now, except that the facial features were a little immature.

"Look, your motto is a love letter to me"

Li Changfeng saw the line of the motto: There will be times when the wind and the waves break, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea

"I think you over-interpreted..." Li Changfeng's face was ashen, not knowing what this young man was thinking.

"There's no way to overinterpret it. Li Changfeng and Bailang are the abbreviations of our names. You must have written it on purpose to attract my attention."

Li Changfeng: ...

He really didn't mean to...

"If you want to get my attention, it means you like me. If you like me, it means you love me. If you love me, it means you must have me. If you want me, it means that you only have me in your heart."

Li Changfeng: ...

Bailang was still complacent, throwing bricks to attract jade, and rambling, but Li Changfeng was attracted by the appearance of a person.

"Li Changfeng?!" The man looked at Li Changfeng with incredulous eyes and asked tentatively.

"Excuse me, are you...?" Li Changfeng only thought his face was familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"I'm your head teacher, Huang Daquan! Don't you remember me?!" The man had a big belly, sharp eyes and a wide face, and a loud voice. Li Changfeng seemed to have known him before, but he couldn't remember.

"It turned out to be a mentor." Li Changfeng nodded politely and said hello

Bailang chased after him, "Why didn't you wait for me, who were you chatting with?!"

"This is..." Huang Daquan looked at Bailang with familiar eyes, but couldn't pronounce his name

"He is my lover, Bailang"

"Love... people?" Huang Daquan looked at Li Changfeng and then at Bailang in disbelief, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a smile, "Ah, I remembered, Bailang is that bastard in the middle school who fights and skips classes every day to go to the Internet cafe." Well, I didn't expect hahahahaha to have tricked Li Changfeng into his hands hahahaha"

Bailang: ...

Li Changfeng also smiled in a rare way.

"The director is right, it was the luck I cultivated in my previous life that caught up with Li Changfeng." Bailang didn't refute.

"Hey, you young people, the sour smell of love, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk" Huang Daquan pretended to be sour, but was actually surprised. These two people are not the same kind of people in any way, but It's strange that when they stood together, he didn't even feel that there was any disobedience

"The director was joking," Li Changfeng said

"Why don't you go to my place and have a glass of wine before leaving?! The sun is shining and the wind is breezy."

"No, no, my wife can't drink, so I won't trouble you anymore"

wife? !

Bai Lang stared at him dumbfounded.

Is he the one who poured a cup...? !

"Okay, since that's the case, let's make an appointment another day." Huang Daquan was also sensible, and didn't disturb the leisure time of the two, "See you next time"

"See you next time." Li Changfeng watched him leave, and Bailang stood beside him looking bored.

"I don't want to date him"

"No one knows when the next time will be, it's just a polite talk, why take it seriously"

"You remember him?"

"do not remember"

"Then you still pretend to be very familiar, I almost thought your amnesia was fake."

"Probably can guess"

"Then what kind of teacher do you think he is?"

"Caring for students, serious teaching, rigorous and smooth teacher"

"Fart," Bailang said, "He only cares about students with good academic performance, like me, he can't wait to chop me up, behead me for public display, and humiliate me severely."

"Maybe he's not as bad as you think"

"You speak for him because you are the beneficiary of his teaching rules, so you think he is not bad. For me, he is not a qualified teacher"

"Rewarding the good and punishing the bad is the teaching rule of most teachers, and it is also a defect of exam-oriented education. It ignores the mental health of some children and overemphasizes the importance of grades. This is indeed bad, but as long as you do not violate the regulations, they will It probably won't be too difficult for you."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to discuss this with you, I can't say no to you," Bailang said helplessly, "I was born free, I don't want to be bound by anyone's rules, I am responsible for my actions, and I know that I am not as bad as others say, I used to be sad and hopeless about this world until I met you"

This sudden confession, Li Changfeng didn't know how to answer it

"From the moment I met you, I found that the world is not so bad, even a little sweet, I began to have expectations and a direction"

"Aren't you afraid that you misjudged the wrong person?"

"I'm afraid," Bailang said slowly, "That's why I spent five years to confirm it."

"Do you regret it?"

"If I miss you, maybe I will regret it forever"

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is smooth, and the breeze blows, bringing a faint fragrance of jasmine

Bailang took Li Changfeng around the attached middle school, but unfortunately, Li Changfeng could not remember much.

Take your time, Bailang thought, maybe taking your time is also a kind of sincerity