ex boyfriend's wedding

The first time I saw him was when I was 17 years old, in Class [-], Grade [-] - "First Acquaintance"

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Among his peers, Wen Lu is not tall, with a schoolbag on his thin shoulders, and two thin faces the size of palms. When the autumn sun hits him, his facial features are not amazing. , but with that naturally curly hair, it looks very delicate.

Now he is going through the admission procedures, walking behind the new head teacher, Mr. Qin, in the corridor of the new school.

Teacher Qin led him to the door of a classroom, and while Teacher Qin opened the door to enter, Wen Lu looked up and saw white letters printed on the indigo iron plate: high 3-2.

Teacher Qin stood on the podium and waved to him kindly, "Wen Lu, come in!"

That day was September 2th, 7XX[-], and Wen Lu officially became a member of Lincheng No. [-] Middle School, Class No. [-], Senior Three.

"Hi everyone, my name is Wen Lu, the water temperature at three o'clock, Lu Tu Lu."

This class is self-study, and there are still some students missing. Wen Lu stood on the podium, under the gaze of dozens of pairs of curious eyes, after introducing himself, his face was already hot enough to fry eggs.

But the students below had only one thought in their minds: It turned out that Qin Shihuang had been talking about transferring top students from No. [-] Middle School to him two days ago.

Mathematics 150, Chinese 143, English 140, and a total score of 243 in physics and chemistry. People who get such scores in the test are really good.

After class, Wen Lu sat in his new seat, surrounded by people from all directions.

"Student, did you transfer from No. [-] Middle School?"

"Damn, it's not fair, didn't Qin Shihuang shave your hair for you?"

"Yang Fan, go and perm his hair, maybe you will be bald like Shen Zaitu this afternoon, haha."

"Top students, do you know what the treatment of top students is? Go away and don't block my seat."

"Hey, yo, look, Wang Li's words have become gentle now."

"Are you bothered?"

"Why are you excited? We don't talk to you. We talk to new classmates. What's your name? It seems to be called Wen. We talk to new classmates."

"Ku Sijie, go back to your seat."

"His skin is good, and his speech is so gentle..."

Wen Lu is really not good at dealing with the relationship between classmates, so he can only answer their questions with "um" and "oh", and pray in his heart to start class soon.

basketball playground.

"Old Shen, old Shen." Ding Cheng ran out of breath from the classroom to the basketball court, shouting as he ran, "Old Shen."

On the court, a boy was dribbling a ball, and when he heard someone calling him, he stopped and stood still.

"what's up?"

Under the sun, Shen Zaitu was sweating all over, wearing a bright red jersey and black sneakers, youthful and handsome.

Ding Cheng rushed over to pull him: "The top student Qin Shihuang mentioned is here."

Before the two of them rushed to the classroom, the class bell rang.

The classmates around him finally returned to their seats noisily, and Wen Lu heaved a sigh of relief.

The teacher walked in with an English textbook in his hand, and Wen Lu temporarily sat in the last row, but he hadn't received his book yet, so he could only lay the notebook and pen on the table.

"Report."

"Report."

After two loud male voices appeared at the door, Ding Cheng and Shen Zaitu entered the classroom one after the other.

Before Wen Lu looked up at the person, he heard a burst of laughter from the classroom, and then heard a sentence in a low voice: "Fuck, it's a curly hair, I don't agree."

Shen Zaitu threw the basketball to the back of the classroom, stroked the hair that had just left him, sat in his seat angrily, and looked back at the freshmen in the last row.

At this time, Wen Lu just happened to look up, and the eyes of the two collided——

Many years later, Shen Zaitu was thinking, if he hadn't turned his head back because of his curiosity about the new students, would that light glance not have hit his heart and entered every dream he has since then.

"Don't be dissatisfied, it's not bad that Qin Shihuang didn't ask you to hire a parent this time with your crooked scores." Ding Cheng took out his textbook and said, "If our average score is the same as his, maybe you're going to lose your hair." Even if it was dyed red, Qin Shihuang would not say anything."

Shen Zaitu didn't listen to a word, and looked at him for a while, until his face was completely red, before he could barely look away.

He took out the textbook, flipped through two pages absent-mindedly, and asked, "Well, what's the name of that freshman?"

"I don't know, he will sit there when I go back to the classroom!"

Shen Zaitu let out an oh, and looked back again.

Feeling that gaze, Wen Lu lowered his head even lower, almost not imprinting his face on the book.

That class lasted for 45 minutes. Shen Zaitu watched it more than ten times, and finally English teacher Wang couldn't ignore it: "Shen Zaitu, stand behind me and listen to the class."

In the middle of his heart, Shen Zaitu didn't say anything, and stood behind Wen Lu with a book in his hand while smiling.

The person was right behind him, and Wen Lu was sitting on pins and needles even more, with his head half turned inward, revealing a section of the back of his snow-white neck against the light.

Shen Zaitu covered his face with his hands holding the book, and from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally, he took a peek.

Gradually, the roots of the ears turned red.

When get out of class was over, Shen Zaitu sat back to his seat without saying a word, his legs were shaking, the table was shaking, and finally Ding Cheng's table was also moving.

Ding Cheng was copying his homework, scribbling on the table, angry in his heart: "What the hell are you doing?"

"I didn't move." Shen Zaitu was young and energetic, and his tone was quite aggressive.

"Then I'm still moving."

Shen Zaitu glanced at him suddenly, and suddenly realized: "No, it should be my heart that is moving."

Ding Cheng: "..."

What dog thing is moving?

During the break at noon, Teacher Qin asked Wen Lu to go to the office to get a few textbooks to hold the class temporarily. When he returned to the classroom, he saw two boys sitting next to his seat.

One of them was wearing a hat, and he recognized it. It was the boy who had been watching him in class at noon.

Wen Lu silently walked over and sat on the seat.

"Student, what's your name?"

"Tsk, it's rude." Ding Cheng was interrupted by Shen Zaitu in the middle of his words, "Can you stop asking people's names as soon as you come up, you are so rude and rascal."

Ding Cheng was speechless. Didn't you drag me after lunch to ask the new students' names?

Ding Cheng: "Then come and see how unobtrusive you are."

Shen Zaitu suddenly became fanciful, squeezed Ding Cheng to the back, coughed twice, and said in a loud voice, "Hello, classmate, my name is Shen Zaitu, and I have been on my way home. I am seventeen this year and will be an adult by the end of the year. Single, what's your name, please?"

Ding Cheng was dumbfounded, and looked at his brother with a complicated look: Are you fucking sick?

Wen Lu scratched the corner of the book with his fingers, and did not dare to lift his head. His voice was soft, unfamiliar and nervous: "Wen Lu, Lu Tu Lu."

"Good name."

Shen Zaitu immediately applauded in cooperation.

Afternoon classroom office.

"What did you say?"

Teacher Qin suddenly raised his head and looked at the students in his class.

"I said I want to change seats." Shen Zaitu said.

Qin Yue took off his glasses, he wanted to see what tricks this Shen Zaitu played on him: "What's wrong?"

"Ms. Qin, isn't there a freshman in our class? I just want to learn from him, you said," Shen Zaitu said seriously, "top students with such good grades, don't they have to help the poor in remote areas like us?" Children?"

"Do you know how many grades you dropped in the last semester?" Shen Zaitu heard his class Qin Shihuang say this, and he instinctively wanted to play, and sure enough, "You should focus on your studies and don't mess with those moths. This is the last one in high school." This year, put me up in the ranking, this is your main task..."

Seeing Shen Zaitu coming out of the office dejectedly, Ding Cheng knew that nothing had happened.

Ding Cheng held his shoulders: "Don't be discouraged, you strive for performance in this test, and Lao Qin promised you to play basketball in the self-study class."

Ding Cheng thought his brother was talking to Qin Shihuang about playing basketball in the self-study class, and he kept comforting his brother's wounded heart on the way back to the classroom.

Shen Zaitu was still walking absent-mindedly, but he suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to help the hat on his head, and became radiant——

Ding Cheng followed his gaze and saw that the transfer student in their class came out of the classroom and walked towards them. Wen Lu looked at them timidly, lowered his head in panic, and walked past them with a lonely and jerky expression. Shen Zaitu hurried Turning sideways to make room for him is very doggy.

"Hey, old Shen." Ding Cheng thumped him, Shen Zaitu still looked at Wen Lu's back reluctantly, and murmured: "Ding Cheng, do you think this freshman in our class is very, very very."

"Excellent|forceful?"

Shen Zaitu abducted him forcefully, and looked away: "Be civilized, don't speak foul language."

"What is that?"

Shen Zaitu thought for a while: "Very good."

Ding Cheng vomited, shoved Shen Zaitu hard, his eyebrows were hanging: "What the fuck is wrong with you."

"What's wrong with you, I'm just sick with it, what's wrong?" Shen Zaitu was full of reason, Ding Cheng curled his lips and entered the classroom.

Shen Zaitu waited outside the corridor until Wen Lu appeared before following him, thinking about how to make friends with him.

In fact, Wen Lu was a little bit socially afraid, but for the era when there was no concept of social fear at that time, he called this situation extremely introverted.Wen Lu didn't know why this man kept following him and looked at him in class, but he could feel that this man was not malicious, and he remembered his name.

Shen Zaitu, always on the way home.

One, the name of loneliness.

Not two days later, Shen Zaitu suddenly rushed out of the teaching office, yelled in the corridor, and rushed into the classroom with a happy face. Ding Cheng thought what happened to his brother, and then saw Shen Zaitu moving the table and copying the stool , moving quickly like clouds and flowing water, and finally watched Shen Zaitu move to the last row, and he was left behind.

Wen Lu raised his head in a daze, and saw Shen Zaitu stretching out a hand towards him with joy, and said to him:

"New tablemate, please take care of me in the future."

Ding Cheng blinked dully: "...Damn it."