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The registration form for the competition was found in the gap of the sofa.

Xin Wan used a wooden chopstick to pick out the paper ball with great effort.Wrinkled badly, he lay on the bed and opened it, still seeing densely packed words, the introduction of the composition competition was as boring as white water, and suddenly remembered that Fang Yichuan asked him to turn it over, and only then saw the crowded words in the corner.

Registration notice for the National Illustration Contest for High School Students.

Biting her dry lips, Xin Wan couldn't figure out what Fang Yichuan meant, so she folded it up and put it in her schoolbag.

A cold is indeed not a pleasant experience. He has difficulty breathing, and he has to take bitter pills and capsules. His throat is small, and choking is common, and he always has a bitter taste in his mouth.The only thing that can be considered fortunate is that he doesn't have to take the medicine prescribed by Shen You, the two medicines conflict and cannot be taken at the same time.

Sleep was not restful, Xin Wan had a headache when the alarm clock rang, and she felt relieved after washing her face.

At school, when Fang Yichuan sat next to him, Xin Wan was squeezing the capsule. The plastic shell made a "popping" sound and swallowed it with difficulty. Fang Yichuan said, "Have you read the back of that registration form?"

"Look." Xin Wan frowned bitterly, "It's just an illustration competition."

"Don't you have any thoughts?" Fang Yichuan sighed heavily maturely, hating iron for being weak, "I remember that your paintings are very beautiful, but you never thought about participating in a competition, winning an award, and maybe you can recruit students on your own A bit convenient."

Probably because the cold made her head dull, Xin Wan was a little stunned, thinking of the cats, cats and dogs she drew on the draft paper, it was difficult to confirm for a while, so she asked hesitantly: "I draw...does it look good?"

"It's beautiful! Really, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, the most clever," Fang Yichuan's vocabulary is limited, and he racked his brains to think of only these, his face flushed a little, and he choked out a sentence, "I think you're a genius!"

Xin Wan suddenly became happy: "You are quite good at complimenting people."

Just as Fang Yichuan was about to say something, he suddenly heard the voice of a boy in the front row: "Fang Yichuan, why do you keep coming to our place?"

"I'm looking for Xin Wan," Fang Yichuan said in a loud voice, with a sudden temper, "Zhang Hao, you are sick."

"Why, is Xin Wan's feng shui good here?" Zhang Hao said, "I'll try the feng shui there later, can I get in the top ten?"

Fang Yichuan's grades are very good, he is in the top ten of the grade, Zhang Hao's tone is teasing, Fang Yichuan is obviously unhappy, the sound of class suddenly rang, so he had to get up in a hurry, and knocked on Xin Wan's desktop before leaving: "You remember to think about it!"

Originally it was just a haystack, but Fang Yichuan threw sparks into it, and the fire naturally grew.After all, it was the first time someone called him a "genius". Even though Xin Wan knew that he was not worthy, she still couldn't help being complacent, and even thought that she might really stand out in the competition.

Decided to go to participate in the afternoon.

The registration form for the Illustration Contest is a QR code, which needs to be scanned, printed and sent to the designated email address. If you receive a reply, the registration will be considered successful.The place with the printer in the school is the office, Xin Wan hesitated for a long time, and only went to Chu Hefei's place during the big break.

When he entered the office, Chu Hefei was chatting with other teachers, and the melon seeds in front of him were piled high.

"Xin Wan," he waved to Xin Wan with a smile on his face, "Come, I'll give you some melon seeds."

The other teacher looked up at him when he heard the name, looked at him twice more with complicated eyes, and then smiled and said: "Your student asked you a question, I'll go to the classroom to see the group of bastards first, you can talk to him. "

The office became quiet, Chu Hefei patted the chair beside him, and signaled him to sit over, Xin Wan hadn't opened his mouth yet, but took the picture book first, Chu Hefei told him eloquently that the picture book was good, and asked him to go back see more.After Chu Hefei drank the water, Xin Wan was able to speak and explained the purpose of her visit.

Chu Hefei chewed the soaked wolfberries: "Illustration competition?"

Xin Wan hurriedly showed him the entry form for the composition contest.Chu Hefei picked up the glasses at the side and carefully read the words on them, Xin Wan felt uneasy.

Chu Hefei didn't speak for a long time, with a serious expression on his face. After a while, he folded the registration form and handed it to him. He pushed his glasses and said, "Xin Wan, I don't recommend you to participate in this."

This was beyond Xin Wan's expectation, he was momentarily stunned: "Why?"

Chu Hefei: "This is not a regular competition, it's better not to participate."

"But it's national and famous," Xin Wan tried to convince him, "and I just want to try."

"This kind of competition delays things, there is no need, and you mainly need to lay a good foundation now, don't think about the competition." Chu Hefei's attitude on this matter is unquestionable, "It's time for class, go back to the classroom early to prepare Go to preview, hurry up."

Xin Wan had nothing to say, so she had no choice but to answer slowly. She was distracted for the next two classes, and Fang Yichuan asked him when school was over: "Have you made up your mind, do you want to participate in that competition?"

"I won't participate." Xin Wan lowered her head and kicked away the small stone.

"Why?" Fang Yichuan asked in astonishment, "You are obviously suitable."

"I don't like it, this competition is too boring," Xin Wan changed the subject abruptly, "Copy your math homework tomorrow morning, okay?"

Fang Yichuan didn't ask any more questions, but the feeling of regret spread along the oxygen factor, and the emotion in Xin Wan's heart doubled.Instead of buying flowers, he took the No. 45 bus as before, got off one stop earlier, and returned to Shuyueli in the bitter wind.With nothing to do, Xin Wan touched the ball in a daze, and simply chose to go to sleep.

It was only six or seven o'clock, and my head had just touched the pillow, so sleepiness came quickly. It was always comfortable to hide my body in a thick, warm quilt in winter, and I fell asleep in a daze, with dreams coming one after another.

There was only one wooden door in the dream, and the light was dim. He saw himself walking anxiously in the room like a trapped animal, and suddenly kicked heavily on the door, and said in a sobbing voice, "Why did you lock me up!"

The woman's voice came out harshly: "If you are not locked up, let you go to see that pervert!"

"You can't be so unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable this time! You stay inside honestly, when do you know you made a mistake, and when will you come out again!"

Repeating these words over and over again, this is not a nightmare, but the sense of powerlessness and anger are so strong that it almost suffocates Xin Wan. When he wakes up in a daze, what he sees is also the door, as if he is still in a dream.

The clock showed that it was eleven o'clock, and when Xin Wan pushed the door open, the corridor outside was pitch black, and he had difficulty getting used to it for a while, so he could only walk along the wall, when suddenly the light came on, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously, and heard Song Heng's voice.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Song Heng had just taken a shower from the bathroom, his hair was still wet, he threw the towel in the laundry basket, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he was suddenly hugged.

The shadows are close together, and the light cuts a body-sized gap.Xin Wan hugged his waist very hard, as if he was going to leave in the next second, her voice was muffled, "Hold you for a while, okay?"

Song Heng paused: "What's wrong."

Xin Wan shook her head, then raised her eyes suddenly, pitifully, this reminded Song Heng of Qiuqiu's begging eyes, even the ears and tail drooped down.He said, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Song Heng lowered his eyes and asked him, "Why?"

"I'm having a nightmare," Xin Wan felt like a rogue, and he used this tried-and-tested excuse again. He finally let go of Song Heng, took a step back, and gestured with his index finger guiltily, "Just for one night, I won't do anything bad. , nor kicking the quilt and shouting, really."

He carefully observed Song Heng's expression, but found that his gaze was elsewhere. Xin Wan looked over, only to find that he had unbuttoned two pajamas, and the small tattoo on his left chest was exposed, as if he was clumsy. Deliberately seduce.

Xin Wan blushed, and hurriedly went to the corner to button the button, explaining: "I was sleeping in the bedroom just now, I accidentally opened it, I didn't mean it."

His wrist was suddenly pressed, and Xin Wan looked at him blankly.Song Heng lightly pushed aside one side of his clothes, staring at the black tattoo of "sh", his voice was a little hoarse: "This tattoo..."

"Ah, the tattoo—maybe I got it when I was chasing stars, isn't it a bit silly?" Although he longed to get close to Song Heng, the intimacy of this size still made Xin Wan nervous, and his palms were even sweaty. Try to relieve it with funny words, "Do you know she? I don't have any documents, maybe I didn't have any money at that time."

But those words stopped when he saw Song Heng's eyes, unfamiliar, and even made him feel that Song Heng was immersed in sadness, this recognition made Xin Wan feel strange and at a loss, so he completely kept silent.

Let go of her hand again, and fasten the button for him, Xin Wan heard Song Heng's voice, very soft.

He said, "Xin Wan, what do you want me to do with you?"

The author says:

I've been so busy recently that the macho is in tears.

I originally wanted to do a fast-paced article, but I found out that my final destination is still a slow-paced orz, so take it slow (._.)

continue tomorrow