Xiao Lang Jing

The classmate's routine failed, so Zhao Meng decided to go to No. [-] Middle School in person, and even dragged Song Qiran along.

The No. [-] Middle School is located on the oblique corner of the West Heping Bridge, spanning two administrative districts, and it takes nine stops to get there by subway.They both stayed in this film back then and were quite familiar with each other, but the aspects they were familiar with were different.

Song Qiran pointed to the street opposite the middle school and told Zhao Mengli which store had delicious food, which store had a good environment for listening to music and reading, and which store sold well in painting utensils and paints. I can get a discount.Zhao Meng pointed to the alley at the corner and told Song Qiran which small hotel opened for 50 yuan a day could often catch little hooligans flying leaves, which residential building actually had a pickpocket den, and if the mobile phone was lost at four o'clock in the afternoon that day In the past, he was able to get it back in a surprise attack, but he left the province the next day, and he couldn't get it back after chasing him. He also told Song Qiran that you definitely didn't know that the wall behind the small bamboo forest behind your No. [-] middle school playground was facing us. The dormitory of the brigade is a monitoring blind area. Once an auxiliary policeman in the brigade went to the bathroom to take a bath. He looked out of the window and found a ladder under the wall at some time. He guessed that there must be another bastard coming to ride on the wall at night. Stealing wires, so I called the other two auxiliary policemen to squat under the wall all night waiting to catch the thief.There is Zhao Meng there.

"What happened later, did you catch it?" Song Qiran asked.

"No, the security patrol at your school thought the three of us were stealing wires, so they called the police without saying hello."

"..."

"It was our captain who came to the police, saying that we wasted police resources and fined us to clean up the underside of the fence. As a result, in the middle of winter, three big men took down the ladder all night and picked up the cigarette butts they threw themselves all night. .”

Zhao Meng stroked his chin, carefully recalling the situation at that time.He and Song Qiran walked side by side on the familiar streets. Ten years have passed, but the bricks and tiles in his impression seem to have changed little. , It was not as terrible as I expected.

They walked through the side door facing the basketball court. There were no classes on weekends except for the few classrooms of the graduating class. The huge basketball court was quiet, and they could only vaguely see the two wearing clothes under the farthest basketball hoop. The figure in the white shirt sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the teaching building, his head leaning against his head.You can tell it's about love.

Zhao Meng told Song Qiran that he used to get off work, and when he was bored in the dormitory, he had two colleagues who often came to the basketball court here to stay together. After school, there were often ball games. When he was a student, he played basketball very well. Good boys are welcome, and the stadium is often surrounded by chattering female students. One of them watches the football game, and the other watches beautiful women.

"You know, they really fell in love with one of them later. I don't know what grade they are in. It is said that they are very pure and beautiful, and they both want to chase after them. The two of them spend all day together in the dormitory. Why did they meet someone by chance? I even borrowed a guitar. Zhang Luo wanted to write a love song."

"I'm still underage in a few grades." Song Qiran said.

"Yeah, that's what I told them too. The maximum penalty is death penalty starting from three years." Zhao Meng continued.

After finishing speaking, the two of them were taken aback for a moment, looked at each other, and both smiled.

A gust of wind blew over from the campus with the smell of green grass, carrying the unique smell of youth. Zhao Meng looked nostalgicly at the brick-red plastic runway circled behind the guardrail, and said to Song Qiran: "You know what, I have never dated someone, not even in school. At that time, people were busy lying on the windows of other classrooms to look at school flowers, learning to sing love songs with walkmans on their backs, and fantasizing about holding hands and kissing children in class. Mouth or something, I don’t even know what I like.”

"What exactly is liking, do you know now?" Zhao Meng looked inside the railing, and Song Qiran looked at him and asked.

"I like you." Zhao Meng said honestly, "but I still can't imagine how to write love poems for you, how to play the guitar for you, it's too artistic, I can't do it. Do you like other people doing these things?"

Song Qiran looked at Zhao Meng's face and thought carefully.He basically spent his high school years with a drawing board on his back. If possible, he would like to ask Zhao Meng to lie on the grass and draw a portrait of him himself.But the other plots in the youth school idol dramas that Zhao Meng mentioned are completely unacceptable to him.No wonder Zhao Meng said that he didn't like him very much. Song Qiran sighed, but he hoped that he really liked Zhao Meng very much. Everything is different from others.

"I'd rather go to see the small hotel you mentioned for 50 yuan a day." Song Qiran replied to Zhao Meng, "Then we will open a room, lock the door, you put on your uniform, and I will open them one by one with my mouth." your buttons."

He spoke frankly.Today was Zhao Meng's appointment with him, and they would spend the whole day together, so Song Qiran didn't take any medicine.When he doesn't take medicine, the desires that are usually so weak that they are almost gone will come back, like an ascetic monk who has eaten fast and recited Buddha for half his life, and once the ban is lifted, he only wants to do those things with Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng glanced at him in surprise, thinking how could this kid say such things in the street, transitioning from innocent campus to uniform play all at once, his thinking is too jumpy.He just blamed and didn't speak, Song Qiran looked at him for a while, thinking that he was unwilling, felt lost for a while, lowered his eyes to stare at the toe of the shoe, and turned away sullenly again.

Zhao Meng saw the change of his expression as if he was dancing, and felt that Song Qiran's appearance was very interesting, but he didn't care to look too much, because along the wall on Song Qiran's right hand stretched forward, Zhao Meng saw the city. The bulletin board of No. [-] Middle School is very long, winding out a street for tens of meters.One of the pages was dedicated to the demeanor of alumni. Zhao Mengyue strode over to Song Qiran, and began to search along the year. He was so lucky that he found the earliest group graduation photo on the wall, which happened to be ten years old. years ago.The photos were specially synthesized. Eight classes were merged into one class. It was unbelievably long and crowded with people.

"What are you looking for?"

"Looking for you. I want to see what you look like when you are studying."

Hearing his answer, Song Qiran also squinted for a while, then shook his head first.

"I can't even find it. There are too many people, and I feel dizzy."

"That's because you didn't look for it seriously... Hey, don't distract me...!" Zhao Meng took Song Qiran by one hand and pulled him away, and pulled him to a green flower bed behind the bulletin board, "You are here by yourself. Play for a while."

"What am I playing?"

Song Qiran looked very unhappy, he dressed up specially today, even his hair was sprayed with hairspray, but Zhao Meng thought he was in the way, he felt that he was being left out, holding his breath like an awkward kitten.Zhao Meng reached out and rubbed his head twice.

He pointed to the flower bed and said to Song Qiran, "You know this, Clover."

The flower beds are full of those things, green and lush, connected into pieces.Of course Clover Song Qiran knew it, he was suffering from a headache, and he was not a fool.

Zhao Meng continued: "Then do you know that I used to play a popular game when I was studying?"

Song Qiran asked: "What game?"

"It's just to see who can find the clover with four leaves first. The clover is a three-leaf clover. It's very rare to grow four leaves."

Zhao Meng asked him to promise to tell the truth all the time, if Zhao Meng didn't ask, now Song Qiran really wanted to tell the truth, who would have thought of this game, it's so boring.

"So what if you find it?"

"It can't be done." Zhao Meng said, "If you bet I can't find the photo, I bet you can't find the grass."

"And what if I find it?"

"That's just right." Zhao Meng smiled. He thought this kid was so deceitful, and he fell into the trick without hooking his fingers. "Go find it. If you find it, you can make a wish. I will promise you whatever you want."

Song Qiran's eyes lit up.real?He asked Zhao Meng a question, observed his expression suspiciously for a while, then squatted down in his beautiful clothes, and buried himself in the flower bed like pulling out mushrooms.

When Zhao Meng was free, he quickly turned back to the front of the bulletin board, and carefully looked at the group photo like a landmine search. He looked at the faces of two or three hundred people one by one, looking for which one contained Song Qiran's shadow.While watching, he thought about that person's eyebrows and eyes, evasive, confused, lying in his arms and making waves, seductive and seductive unconsciously.He really likes him. He didn't know what it felt like to like him in the long years of his life before. Maybe he saved it up and left it to Song Qiran. That's how he really is.

Song Qiran felt a white light flash in the back of his head, and when he turned his head, Zhao Meng was already holding up his phone camera and started laughing foolishly.He really found it and took a picture of it, but there was still no sign of the shitty clover with four leaves.Song Qiran felt that he had lost his life, and was so unhappy that he wanted to die.He just couldn't find that damn grass, he actually had a wish to make, he wanted to know how to make himself like Zhao Meng like Zhao Meng liked him.He wants to be a couple with Zhao Meng, go to a hotel to get a room, and use two pairs of cups to do what he wants to do openly.Although he didn't have a headache when he was with Zhao Meng, his heart was always tight. He had never wanted anything like he wanted Zhao Meng.

"I didn't find it..." Song Qiran lowered his head and snapped his fingers silently.

"Unhappy?" Zhao Meng approached, couldn't hold back, and pinched his nose with his hands. Song Qiran looked up at him, frowning, eyes glistening, Zhao Meng's throat was blocked when he saw it, With a twitch of the brain, the body rushed to say something faster than the mind,

"Then give you a consolation prize?"

Song Qiran sent over expectant eyes, Zhao Meng only felt that the bones of body and mind, even the crevices of the bones, were full.

"Have you brought your ID card?" He asked Song Qiran.

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Whether Xiao Song likes Brother Meng or not, the author doesn't know, and Xiao Song himself doesn't know, who knows?