ex boyfriend's wedding

Young people, you must face your own heart - "First Acquaintance"

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In order to ask someone to fulfill his promise, Shen Zaitu stayed up all night two days before the monthly exam.

In the two days of the final exam, I performed supernormally.

Ranked among the [-]th place in the whole grade group from the [-]th place in the regular period.

Shen Zaitu sat on his seat holding the list of results, sighing one after another.

Sigh that is called a cadence.

Wen Lu was annoyed by him, and stared at him.

Shen Zaitu pretended not to see, and clicked his tongue a few times: "This monthly exam questions are too simple, not challenging at all, is it? Wen Lu."

Shen Zaitu looked like a child who wanted candy, and raised his eyebrows: "A certain person said that as long as I get in the top [-] in the exam, he will talk to me every day."

Of course Wen Lu remembered, he kept his promise and put away the textbooks on the table.

Looking at Shen Zaitu with round eyes, he was really ready to chat.

Shen Zaitu was tickled by Wen Lu's earnest appearance, his heart throbbed for a while, and he could no longer remain indifferent.

I couldn't help but soften my voice and said, "I'll take you home after school, okay?"

Wen Lu opened his eyes and corrected him with a blushing face: "We have agreed to just talk."

Shen Zaitu said shamelessly, "I'm talking to you."

Wen Lu muttered, "You are not."

"Why not? Didn't I just talk to you?"

"It's talking, but..."

Wen Lu couldn't answer this question, neither shook his head nor nodded.

After realizing it, Wen Lu felt that he had been cheated.

At the beginning, he didn't set the scope of speaking well.

"Then tell me whether it's feasible or not." Shen Zaitu's eyes were all about him.

Wen Lu didn't answer.

"Hello." Shen Zaitu poked him with his hand to make him answer, like poking a piece of plasticine, the more he poked it, the more vigorous he was.

In a hurry, Wen Lu shrank his shoulders and avoided him like a bird, "Don't make trouble."

The next second, Shen Zaitu suddenly became obedient, leaned close to him, put his chin on the corner of his table, grabbed his sleeve with his hand, and shook it like a child coquettishly: "Okay, I won't make trouble, then I'll wait Send you off."

After a while, Wen Lu said with some confusion: "It's not good for my classmates to see."

"What are you afraid of? If you see it, you will see it." Shen Zaitu wished that the whole school could see it.

She saw Wen Lu sitting on the back seat of his car, and saw him sending someone home.

Wen Lu looked at him fiercely: "No."

Shen Zaitu's heart was melted by this glance, his internal organs were in a mess.

In the end, he took a step back: "Success, then I will wait for you in the back street. You wait until they are all gone, and come out to find me."

Wen Lu opened his mouth, he was surprised: "I, I haven't promised you yet."

"I don't care," Shen Zaitu sat up straight and acted shamelessly, "I'll wait for you in the back street. If you don't come, I'll wait until you come."

Wen Lu probably didn't expect his deskmate to be so brazen and shameless, and he didn't know what to do.

As soon as the school bell rang, the students in the class were like a horse that had let go of the rein. Kou Sijie yelled before Qin Shihuang left the classroom: "Go, old Shen, go online."

Qin Shihuang stepped out of the classroom and immediately withdrew his foot: "Kou Sijie, it's the last semester, and you should focus on your studies. Look at your results in this monthly exam. You're looking at Shen Zaitu. He's competing this time." You are more than 20 tall..." Qin Shihuang became more and more energetic as he talked, and finally returned to class and was delayed for more than ten minutes.

The whole class wanted to kill Kou Sijie.

Qin Shihuang procrastinated the class for almost 10 minutes, and the second get out of class of the third year of high school was dismissed, and there was no one in the school.

The people in the class were fighting and noisy, and they left the classroom.

Ding Cheng followed his classmates into the corridor, only to realize that his brother was not there, and he leaned on the window and shouted, "Let's go, Old Shen."

Shen Zaitu waved at him with some embarrassment: "You go first."

Ding Cheng's mind didn't turn the corner for a moment: "Why, the grades are all down, you still have to review?"

Some students saw the trick: "Ding Cheng, didn't you see the two of them falling in love? Go for a walk, go to the Internet cafe, and don't disturb them."

Ding Cheng suddenly realized, smiled wildly, and winked at Shen Zaitu: "Yes, hurry up, brother."

Shen Zaitu said, "Get out, get out."

A group of boys left booing in the corridor.

Hearing the booing outside, Wen Lu felt so remorseful that he got up with his schoolbag.

Shen Zaitu hurriedly grabbed him: "You wait for me in the back street first, and I'll go ride."

Wen Lu bit his lip, nodded, and left.

Shen Zaitu looked at Wen Lu's disappearing back, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

When Wen Lu reached the back street, he was panting from running. He stood on the road and glanced left and right.

From a distance, I saw a boy riding a bicycle, coming towards him.

Shen Zaitu parked the car in front of him: "Who is chasing you?"

Wen Lu's breath was uneven, and his face was flushed: "Almost, they almost saw it."

Shen Zaitu turned the car around with a smile, as if his heart had been wiped with honey, and deliberately teased him: "I don't believe it, it must be that you really want to see me."

Park the car in front of Wen Lu: "Come up."

Wen Lu weighed his feet and sat on it, not forgetting to answer him: "That's not it."

"Young man, you have to face your heart directly." Shen Zaitu said in a dragging voice, and his feet were also exerting force, and the wheels pressed against the asphalt road.

Wen Lu whispered back to him from behind: "I'm being passionate."

Shen Zaitu raised his eyebrows: "What did you say? Speak louder."

He actually heard it, but Wen Lu was willing to talk to him, as if he couldn't hear enough of his voice.

Wen Lu really fell for it, and he dared to be bold: "I said you are being sentimental."

"I'm pretending to be passionate?" Shen Zaitu pretended to be surprised, and started to brag, "I can tell you, how many people in the class like me, no, not only in our class, do you believe it?"

Shen Zaitu couldn't see Wen Lu's expression, so he teased him: "Do you know how many people want to sit in this seat for you?"

Of course, Shen Zaitu didn't know if anyone would like to sit in the back seat, but he only wanted Wen Lu to sit on it.

Wen Lu opened his eyes wide behind, probably believing it.

Clenched fingers involuntarily, and the voice became quieter: "I don't believe it."

The autumn wind blows on the face, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Shen Zaitu chuckled and sent Wen Lu home.

Wen Lu jumped out of the car: "Thank you."

The hair on his forehead was blown up, Shen Zaitu looked at him, and suddenly reached out to pluck his hair.

The curls at the ends of the hair hooked his fingers irregularly, and he asked a question that he had wanted to ask for a long time: "Is your hair inherited from your ancestors or permed?"

Wen Lu's face became hot from him, and he laughed at Shen Zaitu's words: "What is inherited from the ancestors, it's heredity."

The hair is very soft, and Shen Zaitu feels like he can't put it down when he flicks it.

Wen Lu felt weird, but he didn't run away.

"Wen Lu." A woman's voice suddenly came from upstairs, startling the two of them.

Shen Zaitu looked up and saw a woman in her 40s lying on the window sill, holding a vegetable leaf in her hand, smiling at him.

Her long hair hanging in the air is also curly.

That day was the first time Shen Zaitu saw Wen Lu's mother.