young sir

I'll go up later, you choose your position first. "

In the end, the brothers chose to stand aside in order to wait for Bi Ziyun to be together.After all the students stood up, Bi Ziyun walked up the steps and stood at the end of the last row.

Eighteen classes were all assembled, and the teachers and the school leaders sat on the stools in the front.Because Brother Pig was too tall, he sat in the front row and blocked several girls behind him.He greeted the teachers, and simply stood up from the stool, intending to go to the last row and stand with several male students.

Seeing that there was no one around Bi Ziyun, Piyou was about to go there, but just halfway there, he seemed to have suddenly realized something, stopped, turned and walked towards the other side.

"Okay, everyone."

The photographer was specially invited by Director Tian from outside the school. He wore a SLR around his neck and looked very professional: "Everyone raise your chins and listen to me count three, two, one, and all of you say 'eggplant' and show me the Your bright smiles, ok?"

"ok—"

After all, Class [-] is a women's army. There was a burst of clear laughter from girls in the class, and the voices of the male compatriots could hardly be heard.

The photographer raised his hand and began to gesture to everyone: "Three, two, one—"

When he counted to one, Bi Ziyun lifted his foot and took a step to the left to make room beside him.

A gust of wind blew by, like the person who was supposed to be standing beside him, gently stroking his hair.

Bi Ziyun laughed, and shouted together with the whole class: "Eggplant—"

That's the end of high school life, but the stories of all of them continue.

Young people don't know that the sun is good, but young people only know that the years are long.

Back in the classroom, the students took off their school uniforms one after another, took marker pens, and asked someone to sign their names on the uniforms one by one.

Lin Mingming was holding his school uniform and pulling people's signatures everywhere, but his deskmate left no ink.He searched the classroom for a long time, and finally found Bi Ziyun on the balcony.

49 members of Class [-] jointly raised funds to buy flowers and cards for all the teachers in the class, and sent them to each teacher's desk.There are still a lot of loose jasmine plants left in the express box, which are all stored on the back balcony of the classroom.Bi Ziyun found a pair of large scissors from nowhere, put a piece of newspaper under her buttocks, and was sitting on the balcony, carefully trimming the branches and leaves of the gardenia one by one.

"Brother Yun, what are you doing?"

Lin Mingming leaned his head from the window sill and looked curiously at Brother Yun who was working hard on the balcony.

Bi Ziyun said concisely: "Give it away."

After pruning six or seven gardenias, Bi Ziyun picked up the discarded book cover at his feet, wrapped the flowers in his hands a few times, took off the rubber band that had been stuck in his mouth, and packed several gardenias into a blooming bouquet .

Holding a crude bouquet of flowers, Bi Ziyun sneaked into the classroom from the balcony, picked up the marker pen on the desk, swiped the pen on the collar of Lin Mingming's school uniform, and wrote the word "cloud" in wild cursive style.

The graduating class has been on vacation since this afternoon, and entered the stage of free arrangement.Students can go to the classroom for self-study, or they can stay at home to review.Every year, there are students who know this well. They neither stay in the classroom for self-study, nor go home. They sneak out to play wildly for a few days without the teachers and parents noticing.

The Miyoshi students in Wen A class will not take advantage of this kind of loophole, except for some people who have planned in advance.

The lunch window of Gu Nan Hotel was not open yet, and Bi Ziyun was already on the intercity train to the provincial capital.

Looking at the boy holding flowers sitting by the window, the passengers in the carriage all cast curious eyes.

The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and he looked like a high school student.Holding a bouquet of pale yellow gardenias in his hand, with a backpack hanging on his chest, he was sitting quietly on the seat.From time to time, he would look up at the timetable scrolling on the roof of the car, as if he was in a hurry.

After getting out of the provincial capital train station and taking a taxi at the door, Bi Ziyun directly reported the address to the driver: "Master, go to the Inpatient Department of Provincial Seventh Hospital."

Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw the flowers in his hands, and couldn't help but take the initiative to talk: "Young man, is your girlfriend hospitalized? Send such a large bouquet of flowers?"

Bi Ziyun just laughed.

It was after two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the inpatient department, which was the time for the patients to take their lunch break.Taking advantage of registering at the front desk, Bi Ziyun hurriedly asked the nurse: "What time is his operation? Has he been pushed in?"

"The family members have already been taken to the preoperative interview, and the anesthesia will not be given until five o'clock in the afternoon." The nurse on duty looked at the time on the computer. Long."

Cao Fanyu told himself that Fang Nan's last operation was today, but he didn't know exactly when it was.If you came early, it would be best if you could see Fang Nan with your own eyes. Even if you came late, you could still give flowers to Fang Nan's mother as a blessing.

Holding the simple bouquet in his hand and knocking on the door, Bi Ziyun heard a familiar voice from inside the ward: "Please come in."

With his eyes lowered, Fang Nan was constantly flicking the patient bracelet on his hand.Hearing someone knock on the door, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes slightly opened a crack.

"...Bi Ziyun?"

Seeing who it was, Fang Nan immediately stopped what he was doing: "...the school is closed today?"

"I started to review independently this week, so I don't have to stay in the classroom all the time."

He guessed right away the subtext in Fang Nan's heart. Fang Nan must have felt that he had skipped class again.

Bi Ziyun didn't intend to tell Fang Nan that he hadn't gone to school for more than a month.He threw his schoolbag to the corner of the bed, walked around the bed, and came to Fang Nan's side.

Fang Nan was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, at first glance, it seemed to match the blue and white Gu Nan school uniform he was wearing for some reason.

The water glass on the bedside table was empty, Bi Ziyun picked up the kettle at the foot of the bed and found that it was also empty.

He walked to the water dispenser in the ward, took half a cup of warm water for Fang Nan, and carefully handed it to Fang Nan: "Why didn't Auntie leave any water for you before she left?"

Holding the warm water handed over by Bi Ziyun, Fang Nan didn't lift it up to drink for a long time.

"Hurry up," Bi Ziyun couldn't help joking, "What's wrong? There's no poison in this water."

"Bi Ziyun, you have to fast for four hours before the operation." Fang Nan licked his dry lips and said to him.

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, as if he was doing science popularization for children who didn't understand anything.

Bi Ziyun: "..."

He took the water glass from Fang Nan's hand, lifted it up and took a sip, pretending nothing happened.

"Has your eyes improved?"

Sitting with Fang Nan by the hospital bed for a while, Bi Ziyun asked, "When I came in just now, I seemed to see you opened your eyes."

When he first entered the ward, he clearly saw Fang Nan's eyes open. Although the time was short, he still felt Fang Nan's gaze.

However, Fang Nan's eyes have been tightly closed ever since he sat on the side of the hospital bed, never opening them again.

"In fact, the symptoms have been relieved a lot, and I can see things normally." Fang Nan said, "Before you came, I dripped the mydriatic eye drops I used before the operation. My eyes were uncomfortable, so I could open them, but I couldn't." Open for too long."

In fact, he lied to Bi Ziyun.

The doctor asked him to keep his eyes closed before the operation, preferably without exposure to natural light.But in the past few days, whenever he heard the sound of the door, he would always subconsciously open his eyes to look at the door, wondering if it was him who came.

Hearing what Fang Nan said, Bi Ziyun stood up from the bed, unwrapped the book cover wrapped with gardenias, and put a few bouquets of gardenias into the vase on the bedside table: "Then you won't have a chance to see the flowers I brought you. .”

"You brought me flowers?"

Fang Nan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sniffed carefully with his nose. There seemed to be a faint floral fragrance in the ward, so faint that it could be ignored, but he still smelled it.

"Yes." After arranging the bouquet, Bi Ziyun plucked a gardenia from the vase, put it in the palm of his hand, and approached Fang Nan: "Do you believe me?"

Such an inadvertent move of his made Fang Nan froze.

It's not because of the tangy fragrance of flowers, but because at this moment, the distance between the two of them is really too close.

Bi Ziyun did not sit next to the bed as usual, talking and chatting with herself from a distance.

He leaned against the head of the bed, turned his body slightly, and leaned his head closer.He held the gardenia in his hand in front of him, and through the thin quilt, he could hear Bi Ziyun's accelerated heartbeat.

Bang bang, bang bang.

The heart was beating very fast, as if desperately trying to break free from its master's chest.

Gradually, the breathing of the person on the other side became more and more rapid.

The scent of flowers on the tip of the nose disappeared, replaced by the familiar smell of washing powder on the man's school uniform.I used to try to be cheap, bought a big bag of laundry detergent with this smell in the supermarket, and scooped two spoonfuls into the sink every time I washed clothes.

I don't know when, Bi Ziyun also had this kind of smell on his body.

"Fang Nan." He heard Bi Ziyun ask, "You like me too, right?"

Bi Ziyun's voice was low and soft, with some disturbing tremors.

Bi Ziyun imagined countless Fang Nan's reactions when he heard this, but he never expected it to be like this.

He saw several veins popping up on Fang Nan's forehead, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

Fang Nan's eyes stared blankly at the white wall in front of him, as if there was some hatred in his life there.He seemed to want to pounce on it and tear it apart, smash it into pieces, but there was just a wall, nothing there.

Then, Fang Nan closed his eyes.He turned his face away to avoid Bi Ziyun's close sniff.

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