let loose

"Jiang Zhou is here."

Zheng Qiran got up and waved at Jiangzhou.

Song Mian gathered the sweater tucked around her neck, then half stood up, and was about to go to pick up someone, when Tang Yao, who was beside him, took a step ahead of him and shouted, "Brother Jiang Zhou!"

Jiang Zhou and Song Mian looked at each other across the crowd, his pupils were silent for a moment, Song Mian was in a daze, when Xia Houxi smacked his lips behind him and said, "It's pretty..."

"I haven't seen you for almost a semester. Why don't you go to my house? My sister talks about you every day."

Tang Yao turned to go behind Jiang Zhou, chattering and pushing people to the corner.

Jiang Zhou didn't answer, nor did he look at him.There was a slight distance between the body and Tang Yao's hand.However, there is no such thing as "the god of learning does not match the temperament of this store" that others worry about.He walked slowly to the seat next to Song Mian and sat down.

A fresh scent of cold wind brushed against his cheeks, Jiang Zhou's delicate eyebrows and eyes with a faint smile met his eyes, and Song Mian whispered again in his heart: disaster water.

Under the table where outsiders can't see, Jiang Zhou put his left hand on the back of Song Mian's right hand, and whispered to the rest of the people, "I'm sorry, I'm late at school, so I'm late."

"Huh?" Chu Qingci turned his head, rolled his eyes around Tang Yao and Jiang Zhou, and smiled, "You two know each other?"

Jiang Zhou came from other provinces, and he only stayed in Shengguanggao for a month at first, while Tang Yao was from Haipu District, tens of kilometers away from Changning District, so logically it shouldn't be.

"I know you." Tang Yao drank half a bowl of soy milk in one breath, patted his belly as if he was very refreshed, and said, "Brother Jiang Zhou lived in my house for a while before, and he was dragged into the group by me."

"What does it mean to be pulled into a group by you?" Xia Houxi propped his chin and asked lazily, "What group?"

"Little Gourd King Kong." Tang Yao said surprisingly, "Brother Jiang Zhou is Xiaoqi, don't you know that?"

"What group?"

Song Mian's eyes were stared straight, and her inconspicuous Adam's apple rolled up and down several times in a row.He looked at Jiang Zhou with a calm face in horror, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears, and now he felt the palm of his hand sticking to the back of his hand was burning.

"Little Seven?"

The second word almost broke the sound.

"Ah."

Jiang Zhou simply admitted directly, "Because I don't usually use WeChat, I didn't mention it."

The light in the corner is worse, and the tabletop is also half bright and half dark. Jiang Zhou's face is in a thin layer of shadow, and his lips curl up when he speaks.

"Ah?" Zheng Qiran was also shocked, but after a little contact, he felt that everything was actually traceable, for example, the seventh younger brother in the group was as cold as Xue Shen.

"No wonder I said that my seventh brother is never effervescent."

The small shop is small, and there is nothing to hide. Some noises can be heard in the whole room, and it is very noisy.They quickly accepted the fact that Xiao Qi is a student god, they couldn't talk about the word fate, and after a moment of laughter, the topic was revealed.

"Are you the seventh brother?" Song Mian was left alone, still in the midst of a brainstorm.

Without the anger and hysteria as imagined, Song Mian tremblingly wanted to confirm but did not dare to confirm the reaction of the little turtle shrinking its shell, which moved Jiang Zhou a little.

Unable to say no, Jiang Zhou closed his lips tightly, half lowered his eyelids and scratched the back of his hand, giving him a silent response.

Song Mian: "..."

Except for this corner, the other guests in the house are all cheerful.

Song Mian was forced into a stone statue in a daze.The brain froze, the base of the ears burned red, the neck became red, the cheeks became red, and even the scalp became red.

Thinking about Xiao Qi in WeChat, it's just... my scalp is numb.

My friend likes boys. The boy he likes is very good-looking. At first, he just liked his good looks.

He didn't dare to chase, for fear of being rejected.

My friend's sweetheart, isn't he handsome?

my friend said...

my friend……

……

As the memory moved forward, some extremely shameful episodes automatically jumped into my mind.

His little thoughts of innocent boys in adolescence, too many embarrassing remarks that are ashamed to the ground, the cute tree hole that he thinks he will never see face to face in this life through a screen, and the blatant "friends" compiled out of nothing story.

After talking about a relationship, she devoted herself to showing off her thoughts, exhausted all the words and idioms she had learned in her life, and used the way of "my friend's house" to blow her boyfriend into hype.In the end, the object of racking his brains to show off his love is his fucking dear object with outstanding IQ and beauty.

shame... shame...

The meat skewers ordered came to the table one after another, and everyone was raring to eat while it was hot.There was a sudden creaking sound of desks and chairs, Song Mian stood upright unsteadily, grinning at the corners of her mouth, showing an expression uglier than crying: "You are crying, I'll go to the classroom to cut urine..."

Song Mian had half of her chin covered in a beige turtleneck sweater, her complexion was very fair, with a slight pink cast.Different from Jiang Zhou's place where the light was dim, the light on his side was bright, and his curved and dense eyelashes trembled slightly. Even though his eyes were wide open and his expression was dull, his whole person was soft.

His upside-down assembling words were not really heard on the noisy table, but Xia Houxi waved his hand to signal that he understood.

So Song Mian walked slowly, started turning and turning, and almost staggered on the spot with both hands and feet.

His arm brushed against Jiang Zhou's back, and Jiang Zhou frowned, watching his slightly slumped back pull open the door and go out.

……

When Jiang Zhou came out, the wind was very strong, and it chilled him head-on.

The small lanes are full of people, the narrow streets are full of snack carts, and there are two old women selling stinky tofu a few meters away from the roll-up shop.

He looked around, but didn't see Song Mian.The hand holding the coat was tight, and he stepped forward, looking for someone as he walked.

Song Mian hid in a narrow corner of the alley branch, and he came out without a coat on, and when the wind blew, his body froze into an ice sculpture.But he still didn't want to go in.

He couldn't face this kind of embarrassing situation of damn shit, this thin-skinned person wanted to shrink into his turtle shell forever and never see anyone again.

He was facing the wall, in a gesture of facing the wall and thinking about his past.The alleys are old, and most of the walls in some places have been lost due to disrepair, exposing the stone bricks whose original color can no longer be discerned.

Gently bumping his forehead against the wall bricks, his heart was filled with a sea of ​​swords and flames, which burned the rest of his body, and his face looked like a burning cloud.

When Jiang Zhou came over, he bumped into Song Mian hitting the wall with a hopeless face.The street lamp in the corner was dim, and it felt like sparks were sparking, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.However, Song Mian's troubled face was still seen by him.

The draft at the entrance of the alley swept quickly, and he strode over, his slender figure sweeping a beautiful arc of wind between the light and shadow.When he was about to approach, Ji raised his hand to cover Song Mian's forehead, with the palm facing inward, and the back of his hand was pressed against the wall due to inertia.

"What are you doing?"

He moved closer to Song Mian, lowered his head and asked in Song Mian's ear.

Song Mian was in the posture of being pressed into his arms by Jiang Zhou's palm. He didn't use much force, but he was extremely firm.

The chest behind her was a familiar hot temperature, the palm on her forehead was warm and strong, and the voice beside her ear was deep and pleasant.

The hot and ambiguous breath flowed back and forth between the two body temperatures, Song Mian's eyes wandered, and his ears were completely feverish.

"Ok?"

Jiang Zhou suppressed his throat and hummed a monosyllable from his sniff.

"I'm hitting the wall." After a moment of silence, Song Mian whispered, with a tinge of grievance: "I want to lose my memory, shame on me."

If you want to die but dare not, then lose your memory.

"Thinking again?" Jiang Zhou held back his laugh.

"No." Song Mian said sullenly.

Jiang Zhou tried his best to suppress the upturned corner of his mouth, and the hand on Song Mian's forehead slid along the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and then left with a light touch with his back to the blind: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have kept it from you."

"Humph."

Someone hummed in agreement.

"I didn't expect to be like you." Jiang Zhou stared at his messy hair: "I used to be indifferent to many things. When does the sun set, when does the moon rise, is it windy today, is there any fog in the morning. Until there is a you in my heart, the root goes deep into the bone marrow, grasping the pulse of my life."

There is a lot of people in the distance, and the horn of the small electric donkey is muffled in the streets and alleys. At the corner of the alley here, two tall boys are standing straight. There is no gap between them, and the wind can't get through. blow away.

Song Mian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she was about to jump out immediately.There was silence between the two sides for a while, Song Mian suddenly bent his legs, put his arms around his knees, and crouched down on the ground.

"Angry?" In the dim light, Song Mian could vaguely feel that Song Mian's ears were red, Jiang Zhou bowed slightly, and stretched out a knuckle in a funny way to wrap around the messy hair of someone on the ground, wrapping it in a circle and then Let go and go around again.

"not angry."

Jiang Zhou is always like this, on the surface he says he can't speak, but in fact, every time he speaks, he almost has a cardiac arrest.Song Mian was annoyed.I don't know if it's because he is ignorant and has never seen other people's confession.

"It's embarrassing." He said in a muffled voice.