Bamboo Horse Notepad

The next morning, Wang Lang woke up with a piercing alarm, and strolled lazily down to the restaurant, having fun, Lin Qi hasn't woken up yet?

Do you want to wake him up?That must not be...

He happily took a bite of bread, took a sip of milk, and turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, oh, oh, it's almost 8 o'clock, someone is going to be late...

It wasn't until Wang Lang finished his breakfast and put on his schoolbag that Lin Qi was stretching while shaking down the stairs, wearing pajamas with messy hair.

Wang Lang smiled all over his face, and greeted with ulterior motives: "Good morning!"

"Morning." Lin Qi also answered him in a good mood, then sat down and began to eat breakfast slowly.

The strawberry jam is thinly spread on the bread, the sausage and fried egg are also cut, and then slowly sent to the mouth.

"The meal cooked by your part-time worker is delicious." Lin Qi praised sincerely.

Cut, just pretend, pretend to be calm, you deserve to be late!Wang Lang snorted disdainfully, grabbed his schoolbag and went out.

I was still thinking along the way, it was so strange, how could there be no classmates I knew on the subway?

When I arrived at the school, I saw that the gate was closed, so I suddenly remembered that today the whole school went to the suburbs to study agriculture!Gather directly at the bus company in Dongcheng at ten o'clock!Why did you come to school by yourself? !

What the hell!

Wang Lang was bleeding and crying, and quickly climbed into a taxi: "Master, hurry up, get to the east of the city before ten o'clock."

"Before ten o'clock?" The master's eyes widened, "Young man, do you think I'm a Ferrari?"

Wang Lang lay powerlessly on the back seat, remembering the smile in Lin Qi's eyes before he left the house this morning... that was definitely Hong Guoguo's mockery!

"You and I are at odds!" Wang Lang roared angrily at the roof of the car.

The master who was driving was taken aback, and slammed on the brakes reflexively.

"Oh!" Wang Lang screamed as his head hit the car glass.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The master complained while apologizing, "You said you were taking a good ride, what's your name all of a sudden?"

Wang Lang covered his head with tears, thinking that when he went back this time, he would buy a pair of pre-opened red underwear to wear, so as to change his bad luck...

Turning around the third ring road, there was a long queue of cars ahead, and the driver had a helpless face, "Young man, there is a traffic jam."

"I know." Wang Lang choked up.

After finally overcoming all kinds of difficulties and hardships, I rushed to the station, but I still only saw the empty parking lot.

"The car hired by your school has just left." The manager kindly advised him, "Either you go out from here and take No. 103 to the end. There are many cars going to the farm."

"Thank you, Uncle." Wang Lang thanked him, and walked towards the bus station with heavy steps against the sun.

After waiting at the station for a long time, I saw a dilapidated car coming on a rampage. The paint on the blue body was peeling off everywhere, and the blood red 103 was written on the windshield. A conductor was hanging at the door of the car, roaring majesticly. : "The end point is piece by piece..."

Repeater?Wang Lang looked at the ticket sales lady adoringly, took out a dollar in fear and got on the bus.

The car was full of people, and before Wang Lang took two steps, he heard someone shouting: "Young man! Be careful of my cabbage! Don't step on it!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Lang hurriedly leaned to the left, but was sneezed by the pungent aroma.

"Oh." The aunt with heavy make-up next to her covered her nose in disgust, "It's immoral, you come to take the bus even if you have a cold."

Wang Lang wanted to cry without tears, the aunt with blue eye shadow, the shirtless tattooed man, the bald head wearing a faded gold chain, the exposed woman with fiery red hair, is this a bus or a pansidong?

Just when Wang Lang was holding on to the handrails and desperately praying that the broken car would arrive at the stop soon, the driver suddenly roared in his ears: "You son of a bitch, dare to compare your speed with me, you are looking for death!"

What happened again?Wang Lang turned his head in doubt, and saw another 103 outside the car window, driving alongside his own car!

Speed, speed, speed racing?

"Overtake him!" Passengers in the car shouted excitedly.

"It's too much, too much..." Immediately, countless people followed suit.

"Okay!" The driver blushed with excitement, holding the steering wheel fiercely with both hands.

OHNO!Wang Lang was shocked, and hurriedly hugged the handrail in front of him, feeling that the speed of the car suddenly increased.

The legendary premium service...

Wang Lang burst into tears.

The price of the bus, the speed of the plane.

Is the uncle Yang Liwei who has undergone plastic surgery?And this car, could it be the downed Shenzhou VII?

Finally, amidst the cheers of the whole car, the driver uncle won the victory. Wang Lang's face was ashen, and he held the railing weakly, feeling that he had traveled to a different dimension at supersonic speed.

After finally reaching the destination, Wang Lang stumbled out of the car, his legs were weak and his lips were pale, like a weak and delicate flower at 1.8 meters five.

Let's buy a pair of red underwear, Wang Lang thought as he spat while hugging the telephone pole.

However, the Long March has just gone halfway, because the administrator uncle said that we have to change the car again to reach the farm.

"Don't be that kind of broken car again!" Wang Lang muttered.

After the car arrived, Wang Lang completely collapsed.

Tricycle……

Bending over to get in, the compartment was stuffy and hot, a bunch of chickens and ducks were singing happily, and the man opposite was eating watermelon while picking his feet.

Wang Lang suddenly felt that it was a good thing to vomit his stomach just now.

When he arrived at the farm, Wang Lang got out of the tricycle, stretched his muscles and bones, and was about to enter the door. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that not far ahead, the whole school was standing neatly in line, looking at him collectively.

Under the scorching golden sun, Wang Lang, the student union chairman of Changfeng High School, stood facing the wind, with his mouth open, his face green, his shirt buttoned up to his chest, his tie in his waist, his schoolbag in his hand, and chicken feathers stuck to his head.

"Who is this person?" Luo Xiaoxi in the team had a painful expression.

"I don't know." Xu Ting turned his head sadly, "I don't know him."

Car sickness and heat stroke coupled with being surrounded by crowds, Wang Lang finally managed to vomit and diarrhea, lying in the farm clinic without getting sick.

Being surrounded...too inhumane...too bloody...ashamed to see people...

Scratching the wall sadly.

"Squeak." The door of the ward was pushed open carefully, and a familiar figure entered.

Fresh hair and a white shirt, thin lips pursed together, looking as clean as an angel.

But Wang Lang knew what a vicious heart lay beneath his angelic appearance.

"Are you okay?" Lin Qi asked him while sitting by the bed.

"I want you to take care of it!" Wang Lang turned around angrily, hypocrisy!hypocritically!

"I didn't expect you to come here in a tricycle." Lin Qi's voice was soft.

"Then how do I come here? Fly here?" Wang Lang became even more angry, sat up and looked at him, his eyes blazing.

"No, you can get here directly by taking the city express." Lin Qi blinked, "Don't you know? It's right outside our school."

...! !

This person is definitely trying to stimulate himself on purpose!Wang Lang pointed at the door impatiently: "Get out!"

Lin Qi hesitated to speak, put down the lunch box in his hand and went out.

snort!Wang Lang was furious and wanted to continue to sleep, but there was a burst of fragrance in his nose, and he glanced at the lunch box that Lin Qi brought, that smelled very good.

Open it and take a look, there are rice, chicken soup, and green vegetables. There are cut fruits, apples, yellow peaches, cherries, honeydew melons, and a small bag of orange candy in the small crisper next to it.

Swallowing, my stomach began to growl.

Do you want to eat?Do you want to eat?

why do not you eat!Wang Lang wolfed down the food with chopsticks, only fools can make things difficult for him, and only when he is full can he fight wits with someone!

Lin Qi peeked in secretly from outside the door, with a delicate profile and a warm and sweet smile.

Luo Xiaoxi and Xu Tingliang accidentally found out that they would also buy some food and send it to the ward.

"What is this!" Wang Lang flipped through the pile of plastic bags with a look of disgust.

"Bones in sauce, duck necks, braised chicken feet, edamame beans, salted peanuts." Luo Xiaoxi explained everything.

"I'm sick, so you let me eat this?" Wang Lang was irritable.

"Don't eat it." Xu Ting put away the plastic bag and dragged Luo Xiaoxi, "Let's go, let's ignore you, a picky cousin."

Wang Lang was so angry that he was gasping for breath while lying on the bed.

"Isn't that good?" Luo Xiaoxi was still worried when she got out of the ward, "My cousin is sick, why don't we go buy something else for him?"

"Don't worry." Xu Ting pointed to Luo Xiaoxi with a chicken paw in his mouth, "Someone borrowed the kitchen these days and cooks for your cousin every day! He won't starve to death."

Under the setting sun, Lin Qi was walking towards the outpatient clinic with a pile of lunch boxes.

Today's dinner is braised fish and lettuce, and Wang Lang eats it with great joy.

"Drink water." Lin Qi sat on the side to accompany him, holding a water glass in his left hand and a tissue in his right hand, serving Wang Lang as if he was paralyzed.

"Well, what's wrong with your hand?" Wang Lang grabbed Lin Qi's arm and looked at it.

There are band-aids on the long and white fingers, and there are a few shiny blisters on the back of the hand.

"No, I accidentally did it when I was studying agriculture." Lin Qi withdrew her hand and smiled with her lips pursed.

"Be careful." Wang Lang shook his head, "You play the piano with this hand, it's a pity to hurt it."

"Yeah." Lin Qi nodded, lowered his head and opened the candy, "Do you like listening to the piano?"

"I don't understand." Wang Lang spread his hands helplessly, "I'm a rough person."

"Next time I'll play something you can understand." Lin Qi's face was a little sly.

"Okay." Wang Lang felt that he wasn't really annoying.

"Lin Qi."

"Ok?"

"Let's make up."

Lin Qi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled to reveal her dimples.

"Okay? I was wrong earlier, and you were wrong too. Well, it's evened out." Wang Lang rubbed his head, his eyes evasive, a little expectant and a little anxious.

"Okay." Lin Qi nodded, "We make up."