This kid is good

In the twinkling of an eye, the second year of high school passed quickly, and after changing classrooms, seeing the "Senior Three (Class A)" written on the class number of the classroom, Gu Yunchuan became decisively melancholy, alas, time is indeed ruthless.

In a blink of an eye, the beautiful summer vacation life is over!His iced sour plum soup, his ice cream in so many flavors, his...

"Gu Yunchuan, what's the matter? It's the graduation year, how do you feel?"

The homeroom teacher, that is, the Chinese teacher whose heart was broken when he heard Gu Yunchuan's self-introduction, looked at the poet-like Gu Yunchuan who looked at the class card with a gloomy face in front of him, suppressed the faint emotion in his heart, and asked aloud.The eyes under the glasses narrowed kindly. For this smart but playful young boy, he firmly felt that he still couldn't give up just because of that blow. They didn't get very good results, but this student's test scores are rising all the way. The scores in the final exam of the second year of senior high school are all 110, which is at least the average score of the class.

The melancholy revealed by those legendary peach blossom eyes is really beautiful, just like a poet standing on the bank of the Miluo River and watching the river go by and sighing that the years are far away from the flowers and moons in the world...

Gu Yunchuan was slightly astonished, met those eyes with vague expectations, lowered his eyes for a while and thought deeply, then raised his peach eyes again, Gu Yunchuan nodded seriously: "I'm a little emotional."

"Really?!" At this moment, the identity of the head teacher can no longer stop him from pursuing literature, so after speaking in surprise, the identity of the head teacher has come to a corner, and there is only a peach blossom eye control and a Chinese teacher who pursues literature. soul.

Seeing the head teacher happily walking towards the office, Gu Yunchuan looked at the class number again, then walked in, and naturally walked to the desk that Yang Mingzheng had tidied up and sat down.Turning his head to look at Yang Minglie, who was still arranging his books, met the pair of sharp eyes that had slowly learned to be introverted, and smiled with curved eyes. Some want to go up and kiss.However, thinking that this was in the classroom, Yang Minglie held back and stayed until night!

Glancing at this scene, Xu Liang held his forehead and sighed helplessly and sadly: Oh, boss, you are indeed too easy to be bribed, Gu Yunchuan gave you a smile and you threw your position into the sky!

A few minutes later, the head teacher came into the classroom with the lesson plan. He just took a look at the students in the class, then turned around and took a chalk to write the two big characters "Qiu Si" on the blackboard, and then turned to face everyone, which made him proud and proud. The proud classmate said loudly: "Students, first stop what you are doing and listen to the teacher say a few words."

Turning sideways, I stretched out my hand to meet the two big characters on the blackboard and said: "Everyone is now a third-year student in high school. As the best of you, please write down your thoughts at the beginning of this school year. The teacher has already written the topic on the blackboard. Now, remember that this is not for you to write Du Fu’s poem silently, but to write down your thoughts and realizations at the entrance of graduation, as well as your plans for this year. Just hand it in before Wednesday.”

"Isn't it?"

"Write again..."

There were many complaints from the audience, and Gu Yunchuan was also bitter|forced a face, he didn't like writing essays the most, so he knew that this uncle did it on purpose!Turning his head, he looked at Yang Minglie whose face was still paralyzed. Gu Yunchuan reached out and wiped his own face. He wanted to learn from Yang Minglie, so calm!

The following voices were within the expectations of the homeroom teacher. He raised his hand and suppressed it, signaling the students to calm down, while silently sighing in his heart, is it really a science class, so he doesn't want to see the composition?While encouraging me: "It stands to reason that you should have a lot of emotions. Gu Yunchuan is already in the mood to write a composition. You should work hard!"

Everyone looked at the stunned Gu Yunchuan for an instant, and asked with their eyes: What's going on?Is what uncle said true?

I didn't... Gu Yunchuan's lips moved, his innocent eyes scanned the crowd, and then he looked at the class teacher who had already bowed his head to the class, and a sentence came to his mind: Is this the so-called indiscriminate disaster?

Maybe it's because Gu Yunchuan's appearance is too wronged, too innocent, and too bitter|forced, all the caring students looked away without embarrassing or anything, forget it, a year of getting along is enough to see that this is white and tender The beautiful child is not the kind of person who has the temperament of a poet. At most, he is a monster from time to time, and then "two" from time to time...

On Tuesday night, after Meimei took a shower, Gu Xiaoye, who was about to break the "Tetris" record on his mobile phone, just took out his mobile phone, when Yang Minglie said: "Chuan Chuan, you haven't written your composition yet. "

"Ah! Seriously, why did you forget it?! Uncle said that it will be collected tomorrow, right? Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will die!" Throwing away the phone, Gu Yunchuan wailed with his head in his arms, turned over in a hurry and got out of bed, and went to the desk , took out the letter paper, and started to write down the word "Lisi".Feeling a little wrong, Gu Yunchuan stared at the two words, frowned, and turned his head to look at Yang Minglie who was holding his clothes and preparing to go in for a bath.

Uncle should be fine and ask us to write Nao Shizi "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud." Well, the young master has not traveled among the flowers yet, and I have no experience, so it is difficult to write!

"Qiu Si." Yang Minglie said lightly.

"Oh... just say it!"

……

"...Autumn, in—" Stopped writing, tilted his head, Gu Yunchuan looked at Yang Minglie who had just come out of the shower, a little envious of the strong and beautiful muscle lines, Yang Minglie didn't mind, he was generous Ren's child can see enough, um, if only Chuan Chuan could let him see it back!

"Hey! Yang Minglie, don't look at me with that kind of eyes!" Gu Xiaoye, who was stared at by the naked|exposed eyes at this moment, said with a fluttering gaze. Wiping the dripping hair with a towel, he walked towards Gu Yunchuan's bed, looked at the child's gaze, and smiled a little.

Chuan Chuan is really so cute!

"Don't cling to me, I still have to write essays!" Seeing Yang Minglie sitting beside him, Gu Yunchuan leaned towards him, alarm bells rang in his heart.Absolutely don't let this guy come over, otherwise this composition should become cannon fodder!

——Then I will become cannon fodder in Chinese class tomorrow morning!

"Chuanchuan, I'm not doing anything now. You write yours, don't worry about me!" Yang Minglie said calmly, took out a book from one side, opened it openly, and told the children around him with actions: I speak It counts!

——It’s not too late when you finish writing!

Gu Yunchuan glanced suspiciously, but he really couldn't see anything from the ice cube face that was long and handsome but lacked expression all the year round, so he could only lower his head and continue to hold back his words.

After writing a few more lines, Gu Yunchuan stopped writing, tilted his head and asked, "Yang Minglie, what flowers bloom in autumn? The more common ones."

"Common, sweet-scented osmanthus."

"anything else?"

"Also..." At this moment, Gu Yunchuan suddenly felt that Yang Minglie's expression changed strangely, but when he looked at it again, he still had that expressionless expression.Yang Minglie thought of the more common autumn flowers, and an impure thought suddenly flashed in his head. Looking at the innocent child, Yang Minglie twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied lightly and seriously: "—— Chrysanthemum|flower."

"Chrysanthemum..." Gu Yunchuan was just about to respond when he saw Yang Minglie whose mouth corners were slightly curled up. He couldn't utter the word "flower" behind him, and the expression on his face changed again and again, and finally turned into a red one. Constipated Face.

Let me go, Yang Minglie, do you dare to be less innocent? !dare?

Watching the child's face change, Yang Minglie watched it very happily. He reflected on his weird thoughts a little bit, and found a more reasonable explanation: the summer vacation and Chuanchuan were separated for too long!

——Sure enough, a man can't hold back for a long time!Especially the man who took the fish.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the wrinkled little face, the tender touch made him a little turbulent, but Yang Minglie's expression still didn't change much, instead he asked with a trace of doubt: "Chuanchuan, what's the matter, how did you hear that?" Chrysanthemum' is that expression?"

"..." Gu Yunchuan glanced suspiciously at the "upright" Yang Minglie. Can I say that I want to be crooked when I hear those two words?Can you!

"Chuan Chuan, are you thinking wrong?" Seeing the child's aggrieved face, Yang Mingzhen wanted to bully him even more.

"Young, young master, no!" Gu Yunchuan frowned, seeing Yang Minglie's gradually evoked smile, he was stunned for a moment before decisively realizing that he was actually deceived by this facial paralysis!It's really that others can bear it, and the young master can't bear it!So, the strong and courageous Mr. Gu rushed over, and then...

One hand held down the fluttering Gu Yunchuan, and the other hand slowly slid down the graceful back curve. That somewhat unsightly movement made Gu Yunchuan cry out in an instant: "Yang Minglie, let go of me! I don't want to Pull your face, don't pull it!"

Yang Minglie paused, his deep voice was full of laughter and teasing, and the steam was blowing into the child's ears: "Chuanchuan, you sent this up yourself!" The big hand continued to move, lingering on the child's slender waist for a while , Chuanchuan's waist is so thin!This dangerous and suggestive action made Gu Yunchuan struggle harder, but when he touched something hard, his red face flashed: "Damn it, Yang Minglie, you If you don't let me go, I won't rub you against you in the future!"

As soon as the threat came out, Yang Mingzheng stopped his movements, but his hand had already landed on the rounded place. He exhaled slightly, feeling the changes in his whole body/bottom, and let go of the child helplessly. Sure enough, it should be Wait until you sleep before you move!

After being let go, Gu Yunchuan immediately patted his butt, as if he wanted to pat off the scorching heat, his white and tender face was still flushed, and his big moist eyes stared fiercely at the helpless Yang Ming Lie drove people away.

"Master still needs to write a composition! Go and read a book! Hmph!"

Yang Mingzheng looked at the raised area below, then at the still very attractive child, resigned himself to his fate and ran to the child's bedside to sit and read a book.

Here, Gu Yunchuan looked at the half-written "chrysanthemum" character, his expression changed again, and he tightened his eyes on the "flower" somewhere below.Violently cross that word out, fuck your chrysanthemum|flower!