Nongben is passionate

Later, Xie Xuan saw that girl again during morning exercises. She was not in the same class as Zhou Nansheng, and she talked softly to her companions while walking. She is sought after by boys. It is said that a boy from class 1 puts snacks in her desk pocket almost every day, and she is calm and does not refuse.

Others may feel bad about her behavior, but they won't criticize her—beautiful girls always have a lot of privileges.

Xie Xuan was not completely ignorant of Zhou Nansheng's appearance, but he didn't seem to care at all.Xie Xuan seldom even sees them together, which is different from those young couples who wish to be together 24 hours a day.Xie Xuan became more and more confused about Zhou Nansheng's thoughts.

Xie Xuan’s key class has a rigorous class style, and the class teacher seems to have a radar on his head. He keeps an eye on everyone’s mental state around the clock, and takes all measures as soon as he finds signs of puppy love. He must extinguish this flame in the bud. .What's more, the competition in the experimental class is fierce, and if you are not careful, you may be overtaken. Almost all your spare time is used to do exercises and go to cram school. To the whole school, it seems to be a eccentric existence that is divorced from reality.

But this situation was broken at noon one day——

On that day, as usual, the English teacher handed out a test paper, set a time for handing it in, and stepped on high heels back to the office for a lunch break.After Xie Xuan handed over the test paper without looking up, she pressed it against the math test paper she was doing, and planned to finish the math test paper first and then do English.There were chattering voices in the classroom, but it was not loud. Most of the people were busy writing. Compared with the ordinary class, the students in the key class seemed a little indifferent. They were used to managing their own affairs. Not much curiosity.

At this time, Xie Xuan heard someone from a classmate in the front row shouting to him: "Xie Xuan, someone is looking for you."

Xie Xuan thought it was Zhou Nansheng, and looked up towards the door—a very boyish girl stood at the door, very thin, but with fair skin and short hair.

Xie Xuan felt strange, walked to the door, before opening her mouth, the girl raised her head, stared at him fearlessly, and said, "Xie Xuan, be my boyfriend!"

Xie Xuan opened his mouth slightly, dumbfounded, thinking that he had heard wrong, the whole person was in a trance, "You, what are you talking about?"

The girl's voice was not soft, and the bomb-like information in the words made the students in the class who had always had nothing to do with themselves raised their heads and looked at the door curiously.

The girl's face was so open and bold that no one dared to look directly at her, "I said, be my boyfriend, I've taken a fancy to you!"

There was booing in the classroom, I don't know if it was Xie Xuan's good luck or the girl's unreserved style.

Xie Xuan suddenly became a little angry from embarrassment, blushed, and only choked out two words, "I'm sick—" After finishing speaking, he returned to his seat without looking back, grabbed the ballpoint pen and pretended to be doing homework.

The girl's expression changed suddenly, she looked at Xie Xuan bitterly, "Shame on me—" she stomped her feet, turned around and left——

Although these words were not spoken loudly, Xie Xuan still heard them. In an instant, his face became quite ugly, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was almost snatched off by him. His eyes came from all directions—curiosity, Sarcasm, exploration, jealousy... made him feel like a thorn in his back.The front desk, who usually talked to Xie Xuan, turned around, with envious eyes, and jokingly asked him how he felt——

Xie Xuan closed her eyes, suppressed the irritability and anger in her heart, and opened her eyes again, her calmness was astonishingly calm. She turned a deaf ear to the chattering questions at the front desk, lowered her head, and swished to solve the last geometry problem.

Xie Xuan is not the kind of child who has a strong desire to express himself. He has his own way of doing things. He rarely talks or smiles. There seems to be a kind of melancholy in his brows, but he is determined and rarely Someone can change his mind.The face that was pretty and cute when I was young, tends to be ordinary after it gradually grows.But some things in his bones are hard to change. His family environment is doomed to distinguish him from Zhou Tang and even the whole town. Diluted and seemingly out of reach, it is the elegance and calmness that others will never be able to imitate.

Xie Xuan did not expect that one day, he would become the protagonist of those gossips—the girl who confessed to him seemed to be a little famous in school, and what happened at the door of the classroom that day flew all over the campus as if she had grown wings corner of the corner.Xie Xuan, who used to be low-key, now often receives a lot of curious and surprised looks on the road. In his ears, girls are talking softly, laughing at the girl's overreach and frivolity, and amazed at the girl's bravery. Big, but more interested in Xie Xuan, some bold ones not only inquired about Xie Xuan from other people, but even went to see him outside their classroom window, the boys are better, at most say something sour, or gloat that it doesn't matter Let me have some sympathy - Xie Xuan is very annoyed by these.

That day, the head teacher left school earlier than usual, and Xie Xuan was packing his schoolbag. Sun Lanye came over with a triangle ruler in his hand and said to him, "Xie Xuan, can you write a few words for us?" She and the other two students in the class The female cadres are publishing the blackboard newspaper. Because of the year-by-year evaluation, they put out the blackboard newspaper with extra care this time.

Xie Xuan looked back at the preliminary typesetting of the blackboard newspaper, and asked, "What to write?"

Seeing that Xie Xuan agreed, Sun Lanye seemed very happy, "Welcome the Mid-Autumn Festival, celebrate the National Day--write in the middle, bigger, bold, like running script, the kind that is very elegant and unrestrained--" Sun Lanye gestured with his hands Request, welcome Xie Xuan to the blackboard——

Li Rong, another girl standing on the stool, smiled generously at Xie Xuan, "Thank you, Xie Xuan—I heard from Lan Ye that your handwriting is very good, and you have always been the number one in calligraphy competitions. You and Lan Ye Are you in the same class in elementary school?"

Xie Xuan nodded, didn't say much, and asked, "What color do you want to write in?"

Sun Lanye held a handful of colored chalks in his hand, and picked them out, as if he couldn't make up his mind, "Do you think it's better to use red to write yellow strokes, or yellow to write red strokes?"

Xie Xuan took a piece of red chalk, "Red it, make it festive."

Sun Lanye nodded, "That's right."

Xie Xuan checked the distance between the characters with his eyes, then stood on the stool, bent the chalk to the right length, made a few gesticulations, and then wrote it smoothly—it didn’t take him much effort to jump six characters. After getting off the stool, he took a few steps back to look at the overall effect, and then improved a few details before asking Sun Lanye, "Is it okay?"

Before Sun Lanye had time to answer, Li Rong on the side first praised, "That's great, I'm sure I was looking for you, really amazing!"

Sun Lanye also smiled and said, "Well, it's good, thank you——"

"It's okay." Xie Xuan put the chalk back into the chalk box, and dusted off the chalk dust on his hands.

Li Rong asked curiously: "Hey, Xie Xuan, how long have you practiced this word? I think the Chinese teacher's handwriting is not as good as yours—" Li Rong's words were interrupted by a basketball that suddenly jumped in from the window. Then I saw Zhou Nansheng appearing at the window, jumped onto the window sill, stood up, grasped the upper edge of the window frame with both hands, poked his head in between his arms, with a cynical look on his face.

Sun Lanye, who was taken aback by the basketball, immediately became angry when he saw Zhou Nansheng, and glared at him angrily, "Zhou Nansheng, what are you doing?"

Zhou Nansheng grinned and said nothing, turned his gaze to Xie Xuan, and said eccentrically, "Xie Xiaosan, I've taken a fancy to you, and you will be my boyfriend—"

As soon as Xie Xuan heard this, his face immediately fell down, and the bad mood accumulated for a long time finally broke out, and he frowned, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Nansheng didn't hear the displeasure in his tone. He got into the classroom through the window, walked back and forth between the tables, and ignored Sun Lanye's call: "I saw that your class was over early, and I thought you had What's the matter, it turns out that you are trapped in the camp of beauties—"

Xie Xuan didn't look at him, packed her schoolbag without saying a word, put it on her shoulder, and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Zhou Nansheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly jumped off the table, grabbed the basketball on the ground, and chased it out, "Hey, San'er, wait for me—"

Xie Xuan was washing his hands under the faucet. Zhou Nansheng walked over with a basketball in one hand, grabbed his neck, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you walking so fast—"

Xie Xuan washed his hands, shook them a few times, turned around, and threw Zhou Nansheng into the air.

Zhou Nansheng chased after him again, hooked his neck, and said treacherously: "Hey, being confessed by a girl, how do you feel, talk to me-you are not mean enough, you boy, you don't say anything about such a big thing Say, you want me to hear from others, are you brothers?" After speaking, there was already resentment.

Xie Xuan's brows were furrowed into knots, annoyed to death, "What can I say—" His tone was not good.

Zhou Nansheng touched his nose embarrassingly, and after a while, he said: "Actually, that Hu Shasha doesn't have a very good reputation, so it's better not to get involved with this kind of girl. I heard that she was the class monitor in the first year of junior high school. The famous ones were withdrawn later - it is said that they once fought with a woman for a man, and the two parties called a group of people to fight on the wasteland of the electrical plant - anyway, it was not a good thing - this kind of woman , you don’t know how bad others are behind your back, this time you’re all watching her jokes, tsk, you don’t even look in the mirror, you’re humiliating yourself—”

Xie Xuan didn't know this and was a little surprised.

The two had already picked up the car from the shed. Zhou Nansheng sat straddling the back seat with his long legs stretched out. He was not as noisy as in the past. He seemed to be thinking about something. There was some silence between the two of them for a while. After a while, Zhou Nansheng suddenly asked, "San'er, what kind of girl do you like?"

Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment, then said for a while, "I don't know—" After a long pause, he continued, "My grandma is like—"

Zhou Nansheng was dumbfounded, imagining a girl who looked like the old lady of the Zhou family, and felt a chill in his heart, so he curled his lips, "Just make it up, you think I don't know?"

Xie Xuan looked back at him suspiciously, "Know what?"

Seeing Xie Xuan pretending to be stupid, Zhou Nansheng was a little annoyed, and said indiscriminately: "Sun Lanye——"

Xie Xuan was puzzled, "What happened to Sun Lanye?"

Zhou Nansheng was held in his chest by Xie Xuan's innocent look, turned his head angrily, and muttered, "It's nothing—" and stopped talking.

Xie Xuan suddenly remembered that when he was in elementary school, he had guessed about Zhou Nansheng's vague thoughts. When he was young, boys always tended to have a good impression of girls with outstanding academic ability, but after growing up, he thought that , this kind of liking will be forgotten——

Xie Xuan's words were not perfunctory to Zhou Nansheng. He had never thought deeply about girls. When asked this question suddenly, he could only honestly say that he didn't know. But after that, the first woman who appeared in his mind The image is his grandmother - not his mother, not his sister, nor any girl in the class - the old lady is not a kind person, but has a serious attitude towards life, and has seen big scenes and big ups and downs , so I have always been calm and calm, not surprised by favor or disgrace - picking seasonal flowers and keeping them in a clear water bowl, spending a day or two to cook a dish, drawing a pattern to make a kite, always wearing a well-fitting skirt or cheongsam, donning a fragrant flower , sometimes gardenia, sometimes with a smile, the fragrance is faint while walking.She will also specially take Xie Xuan to the Provincial Theater to watch Kunqu opera, and loves "The Peony Pavilion" most - she lives a simple and attentive life, and Xie Xuan's rich and continuous imagination and standards for the female world all come from the old lady.