I'll tell you when I get back

April 27 sunny

There is a physical education class this afternoon, which is exciting for others, but boring for me.

Although I have a height of 185 and well-proportioned muscles, I don't like strenuous sports, which will make me feel irritable and uncomfortable.

Standing at the end, with my excellent height, I could see the heads of all the people in the class. With a general glance, I saw Wen Jing in the penultimate row.

Still wearing the same dress, the fine strands of hair fluttered in the air like a celestial being.What kind of adjective is this? I also admire myself. Anyway, I just think that the broken hair should feel good, although I have never touched it.

The same teacher in different schools, the opening show is a preparatory activity, and then run three or four laps.

I lazily followed suit, and then my eyes ran to Wen Jing for some reason. I seriously suspected that there was a magnet on him.

He did it very standard, and every movement can catch the teacher's point, and the range is also very beautiful.

When I was running, I followed the team slowly, as slowly as I could. Seeing the boys running faster and faster, I just walked straight away. Anyway, I didn’t see the teacher talking to other teachers.

After running, the teacher said a few words casually, and let us disband on our own. I moved to the canteen, and saw a white figure and a few people in black clothes at the corner.

By accident, I moved and followed.

The scene in front of me would probably make me so angry that I couldn’t eat for three days. The man in black was beating the man on the ground. If I didn’t see the man in white trembling, I would have thought he was dead.

I rushed out, kicked each of those people, and said "fuck off", which is very impressive now that I think about it.

This is the second time I have sent Wen Jing to the infirmary. It is still the same bed, the same doctor, and the same staring at him in a quiet trance.

I think I probably know where the injuries all over his body come from.

On the way back today, it was still the same way, but this time Wen Jing stood beside me, his head was lowered, his fine hair was lifted by the wind, I really wanted to touch it, but I was afraid of being regarded as a pervert.

On the way home, many flowers and plants were planted for the sake of beautiful environment.

I pointed to the flowers in the distance for Wenjing to see.In an instant, I felt that the flowers around me paled, because Wen Jing smiled.

The small pear vortex beside the corner of the mouth ripples and is full of floral fragrance.

I seem to be able to eat three bowls of rice again.

Saying goodbye to Wen Jing, I fell on the bed, my eyes were closed, and my eyes were open.