let loose

As the night deepened, Jiang Shan called Jiang Zhou. It was a video call. Jiang Zhou took out his earphones and plugged them in, and went to the balcony outside.

"dad."

At night, Xueba's dormitory is always very quiet. Two roommates are lighting up the night battle. Jiang Zhou deliberately lowers his voice, looking at the missing tiles on the floor and the football field in the distance, but he doesn't look at the camera.

"Why is it so dark over there? Is there a power outage?"

Jiang Shan's voice didn't change much on the phone, it was still just as thick, and there was an overwhelming aura when he spoke.

"It's time to turn off the lights."

Jiang Zhou was neither salty nor bland, and from his tone, he didn't really want to chat.

"I've already found a school. It's in London. It's the same school as Tsinghua University. The admission procedures are waiting for you. Tomorrow, Uncle Ding Wang will pick you up from the school."

There was no contact for more than a week, and Jiangshan still had a strong style of going his own way, and he didn't even bother to say a word of greetings and went straight to the topic, but this time the topic made Jiangzhou go crazy.

"I dont go."

His life doesn't need others to tell him what to do, even if it is his biological father who makes the claim.

He tried his best to suppress the anger bubbling inside him.

"I asked your aunt to find the house over there. It's in the urban area and the environment is good. I've already bought the air ticket. Aunt Wu will collect everything for you on the plane the day after tomorrow afternoon..."

"I said I'm not going."

Jiang Shan didn't seem to hear what he said, or maybe he didn't intend to listen.Clenching the hanging hand tightly into a fist and then loosening it, Jiang Zhou repeated calmly but resolutely.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

In the camera, Jiang Shan paused for two seconds, then suddenly changed color, and his tone suddenly became serious.In my impression, he always spoke in this tone, no matter in the company or at home.

"I said I'm not going."

Jiang Zhou recounted it verbatim.

The larger balcony was silent for a moment after he finished speaking.

"Jiang Zhou! I haven't settled with you for running to Shanghai on your own initiative, so don't push yourself." After a long time, Jiang Shan broke the silence: "Do teenage children think that falling in love can last forever? Graduated from high school! That boy, the one at the hotel last time, had hair dyed indecently at a young age, that's what you like..."

"he's good."

How did Jiang Shan know about this? Jiang Zhou was too lazy to care about it, and cut off the conversation directly: "Whether you admit it or not, my sexual orientation is like this, and changing places and environments will not produce any changes you expect."

"I have plans about him in the future, and I will always have them in the future. I don't mean to ask your opinion, but to inform you as a family member."

"What's your attitude?"

Obviously, Jiang Shan was enraged.

"Dad." Jiang Zhou sighed, and immediately let go of the tight shoulder and neckline: "I respect you very much, always. Now, please calm down and listen to me, okay?"

There was no sound on the other side of the phone, only the occasional slight breathing sound to remind him that Jiang Shan was listening.

Jiang Zhou stretched out his fingertips to draw circles on the tiles by the wall, his slender back looked quite lonely in the spring night: "This is the first time I like someone."

In the summer when I first met him, I was very close to him, and I smelled the citrus scent on his body, which is actually very light, but I think it is really sweet.

Jiang Zhou added in his heart.

He lowered his brows and eyes, and his delicate and high nose bridge was somewhat similar to the stern-looking person in the camera.

"When I get along with him, I always scratch my head and rack my brains, but there are still times when I am in a hurry, but I still feel happy, as happy as when I ate a fruit-flavored candy when I was a child, and I even want to dance." He said.

"I don't know how far I can go with him, but in any case, I always hope to go a little longer."

"No promise."

This time Jiang Shan was silent for longer than any previous conversation between the two, and finally said these few words.

……

The first two sessions on Monday were all Chinese, Song Mian was drowsy, turned his head to the side, propped his chin in boredom, and watched his boyfriend continue his life.

The screen of the phone in the belly of the table suddenly lit up, he glanced at the podium, saw Ye Qing lowered his head, and then unlocked it with confidence.

The strange sound came from a QQ message, Song Mian was dragged into a group chat by someone.

【Three Heroes Who Attack the NBA】

[Waiting in the waves Zhang Jin: Let me say hi first!Hello comrades~]

[Little Whip Zheng Qiran: Fuck, this group of names are so fucking hot that they turned to 360 degrees to take off, who started it? ]

[Waiting in the waves Zhang Jin: Leopard's head is zero charge, this master of naming. ]

[Little leather whip Zheng Qiran: Little Apple?You fucking named it Ghost, Comrade Lingchong? ]

[Leopard Head Zero Charge: Get lost. ]

[Chopper Tan Jun: Talk about business.The matter of choosing the captain of the league has come to an end, it's me.In two weeks, the school will open the selection process, and I have signed up for several of you. ]

The screens in the group were swiping quickly, and the few good guys were chatting in full swing. Song Mian glanced at the podium again, turned her body and hid tightly behind the front table.

[Sleep soundly:? ]

[Leopard Head Zero Charge: Brother Song?You can change the remarks first, I have two options here, which one do you choose? ]

[Sleep: pick fart. ]

Song Mian wanted to say something more, but the front desk turned his head and bumped his desk, reminding him to look under the desk.

Song Mian put down her phone, groped under the table for a while, and found a book.

Recently, a small magazine called "New Entertainment IDOL" became popular among the girls in class six.This kind of magazine is only a little bigger than a homework book, about twenty pages long, and the cover of each issue is the most popular star in the entertainment industry recently.

Serial publications, as long as whoever buys the latest issue in the class, it will be circulated to every girl on the same day. Sometimes, when they can't wait, three or two are crowded together to read, and there will always be an undisguised explosion in a certain corner of the classroom. Reverb screams.

Song Mian couldn't comprehend the pleasure of drooling after looking at someone, so when he secretly handed the magazine to him at the front desk and motioned him to help pass it on to the girl next to him, he hesitated subconsciously and moved slowly. One shot.

"I think you should stand on the podium and have a look underneath. I can see clearly what kind of flower you found underneath."

Ye Qing straightened up at some point, and stared at Song Mian: "Song Mian, what are your thoughts?"

Song Mian's back was inexplicably cold when she was called, and she raised her head to look at her for no reason.

"I was moved by the desire for knowledge on your face, really, your face lit up." Ye Qing squinted at him: "You just played with that thing in your hand, ah, new era information communication Tool, it can emit light, don't you know?"

Maybe it's because of teaching Chinese, Ye Qing is always used to speaking in an academic way, people who are stupid have to think carefully to know that they have been scolded.

As soon as she finished speaking, the QQ group that had been swiping non-stop immediately quieted down.

Song Mian: "..."

"There are others, I won't name them one by one. Now it's class time, Chinese class. The stars and idols you chase after, no matter how much you watch, the knowledge points will not automatically get into your mind. It’s the second semester of high school, and time waits for no one, so we must learn to distinguish priorities.”

As Ye Qing said, he broke off a piece of chalk and threw it down, Zheng Qiran was hit on the head, this person looked around in panic, and finally met Ye Qing's sinister gaze on the podium without hesitation.

In the belly of the table, the last message from the cool three heroes group stayed on a certain little leather whip: "Then let's all go and try it."

"Give me the phone."

After the class started normally, Jiang Zhou stretched out his palms under Song Mian's eyes.

The boy's palm is wide, and the palm lines are complicated but not complicated. Song Mian grabbed his hand and rubbed the flesh on the tiger's mouth, then obediently handed over the phone.