ex boyfriend's wedding

There is nothing in the boy's heart, only you in the boy's heart - "First Acquaintance"

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The haze in my heart was swept away.

Shen Zaitu sat on the seat, holding a small note in his hand, lowered his head, and smiled foolishly.

Then he flicked off the pen, tore off another piece of paper, and wrote on it.

Taking advantage of Qin Shihuang's inattention, he pulled Wen Lu's clothes under the table with his hands.

Wen Lu bowed his head, and quietly took it, and there was a row of flamboyant pen writing on the note: Then I wrote the [-]-character self-criticism for you?

for him?

Wen Lu felt a little hot when he thought about Shen Zaitu asking for his phone number in front of all the students in the school just now.

Retort in a low voice in your heart, isn't it your own fault?

Wen Lu took a pen and wrote on the note: Isn't that because you picked the lock and entered the office to write the self-criticism?

Shen Zaitu looked at the string of characters and smiled.

Wen Lu took the note again: That's why he picked the lock because he wanted your phone number.

Wen Lu blinked, reached out to touch his temple hair, and his earlobes gradually turned red.

Shen Zaitu felt uncomfortable after finishing writing, and wrote another note: Don't get me wrong, I just want to increase the friendship at the same table.

Wen Lu replied to him: No misunderstanding.

Seeing these three words, Shen Zaitu felt a little indescribably disappointed.

After a pause, Shen Zaitu picked up his pen to write again.

Then it was handed over to Wen Lu, and Wen Lu unfolded the note, which said: But it was also because of you, you didn't kill Bo Le, but Bo Le died because of you.

Shen Zaitu was playing tricks, making unreasonable words, and most of all, he was bullying Wen Lu's soft temper.

Sure enough, this time Wen Lu bit his lip lightly, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Lao Qin put away his textbooks: "Shen Zai came to the office to find me."

After speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

Wen Lu looked at the figure of Shen Zaitu going out, took a deep breath, and looked at the note in his hand.

By the time Shen Zaitu finished his ideological education in the teacher's office, the second period had already begun.

Sitting on the seat, a thin white hand quietly reached out from under the table.

It's Wen Lu.

He carefully tugged on his sleeve, motioning him to open his palm.

While taking care of the teacher on the podium, Shen Zaitu stretched out his hand.

Then I felt a tingling sensation in the palm of my hand, as if it was electrified.

His hands, which had been playing basketball for a long time, were as soft as if they had lost their strength. He turned his head to look at Wen Lu.

The boy was lowering his head, seriously writing a string of numbers on his palm.

So serious, so careful.

His fair cheeks were tinged with red, and his soft breath sprayed on the palm of his hand.

Unclear, Shen Zaitu only felt a heat in his chest.

"Okay." Wen Lu raised his head and said softly.

Shen Zaitu hurriedly turned his eyes away to hide his expression.

Withdrawing his hand, he suddenly said bluntly, "Well, whose number is this?"

"Yes, the landline at home."

Very quietly, Wen Lu replied.

At that moment, Shen Zaitu's heart melted.

What is a [-]-word review, even a [-]-word review, he also wrote a [-]-word review.

Willingly, sincerely write.

"026-5378-78XX"

At night, Shen Zaitu lay on the bed and read aloud, thinking of when Wen Lu wrote this string of numbers on his hand during the day.

Shen Zaitu couldn't hold back, hugging the quilt and rolling back and forth on the bed.

Suddenly jumped up from the bed, took out the compasses on the desk, and carved the numbers on the bedside.

He took out the phone and stored it inside.

After saving, Shen Zaitu looked at the time, it was [-]:[-].

Three past nine, three past nine, three past nine.

After thinking about it, I accidentally dialed the phone.

"...Well, I'll call and ask my deskmate, is it normal?"

After making an excuse for himself, Shen Zaitu stood up and jumped on the spot twice.

The whole person seemed to be full of energy.

Opening the window, looking at the cool night, waiting expectantly for the call to be connected.

On the other side, Wen Lu had just boiled his brother's medicine at home and poured it into a bowl when the phone rang.

As soon as Wen Lu was distracted, the medicinal juice splashed on his hands, making him flustered.

"Cousin, answer the phone for me."

In the messy living room, there was a boy taller than Wen Lu. He was Wen Lu's cousin. Zhang Yuan put down his pen and got up to answer the phone: "Hi, hello."

There was no sound on the other side of the phone.

Zhang Yuan asked in surprise: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

The other party still didn't speak, Zhang Yuan hung up the phone.

"Who is it?" Wen Lu came out with the medicine bowl and put it on the tea table, "Did Mom call back?"

Zhang Yuan waved his hand: "I don't know, the person on the other side didn't speak, maybe I made a mistake."

Wen Lu snorted, didn't pay attention, and blew on the medicine in the bowl one mouthful at a time.

"By the way, how about transferring to No. [-] Middle School?" Zhang Yuan asked, "Your classmates didn't bully you, did they?"

Wen Lu paused for a moment, and a person flashed in his mind, his face felt a little hot for no reason: "Student, it's pretty good, no one bullies me."

Zhang Yuan picked up his pen and continued to do his homework: "It's okay, if anyone bullies you, you can tell your cousin, and your cousin will beat him for you."

Wen Lu snorted, her beautiful eyebrows arched, "Yes."

Wen Lu stood up with the bowl in hand: "Then I'll let my brother drink the medicine first, and then we'll do homework together."

Zhang Yuan waved his hand: "Go!"

The next morning, Ding Cheng saw Shen Zaitu at the school gate, ran up to him and threw a fist around his neck from behind: "Hey, old Shen."

"Don't make trouble."

Shen Zaitu was sleepy, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"What's the matter with you?" Ding Cheng punched him, and rolled his eyes: "Did you cover the bed and secretly watch a movie last night?"

"No." As Shen Zaitu said, he was about to push Ding Cheng away, when he saw a familiar figure walking in the crowd, and he gave his hand a pause.

Ding Cheng also saw it, and rolled his eyes at him: "I said, old Shen, are you interested in others?"

"Speak well." Shen Zaitu bent his elbow, followed the person in front of him with his eyes, and refused to admit it: "Who is interested in whom, can you still be better?"

Ding Cheng clicked his tongue twice: "Look yourself in the mirror, there are three large characters written on your forehead and heart."

"What, what word?"

"Sichun Man." Ding Cheng said angrily.

"Fuck you." Shen Zaitu kicked him over.

Ding Cheng jumped away with a laugh, and ran forward through the crowd.

Shen Zaitu chased after him with long legs.

Ding Cheng squeezed through the crowd, and suddenly yelled: "Brother and daughter-in-law, help me stop this idiot."

Wen Lu walked in front, reciting words in his mouth, not paying attention to what happened behind him.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back hard.

Wen Lu took two steps back, the books in his schoolbag almost spilled out.

Just when he thought he was going to fall to the ground, a pair of generous hands grabbed his shoulders.

Shen Zaitu held Wen Lu tightly from behind, looked down and saw that Wen Lu's face turned pale with fright, and he cursed angrily: "Ding Cheng, I don't like your mother."

Ding Cheng laughed and shouted from the front: "You fucking heartless, I'm giving you a chance to be a hero to save the beauty, and I'm kind enough to treat you like a donkey."

Ding Cheng shouted so loudly that the surrounding students heard them and looked at them.

The two stood in the crowd without embarrassment.

"Thank you." Wen Lu pulled his schoolbag and said in a low voice.

Shen Zaitu quickly let go of his hand, pretending not to know: "So it's you, good morning."

Wen Lu nodded: "Morning."

The two of them, one tall and one short, walked towards the high school teaching building.

"Well, have you had breakfast?" Shen Zaitu asked suddenly.

"have eaten."

"Oh."

Wen Lu looked at the ground, followed the opponent's footsteps closely, and took the same steps.

Wen Lu asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

Shen Zaitu replied: "I ate it too."

"Ah."