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The two teams were in free throw formation, waiting for Qiu Yu to be in place.

He seemed to feel something, so he half-bent and glanced back inadvertently.

Yuan Mu was at the square corner, and the periphery of the field was full of men and women, crowded with people, but he and he immediately met eyes.

Yuan Mu resigned himself to his fate and didn't avoid the stare at each other, he was still forced by his emotions to face him directly.

How many layers can Qiu Yu see through?It's hard to be silent, clumsy delusions, sweaty pores and hot eyes all over the body.

The basketball hit Qiu Yu's arm, he returned to catch the ball, and cursed "fuck" in a low voice.

The person who passed the ball raised his hand to apologize, brother, I didn't know you were in a daze.

Qiu Yu wanted to say that he wasn't scolding you, but felt it was unnecessary, so he dribbled the ball to the free throw line.

The ground of the basketball racket caused a faint tremor, which rippled through the ground to his body. There were many sounds on the court, and Yuan Mu's heartbeat strangely determined that Qiu Yu was only in tune with his rhythm—but there seemed to be nothing strange about it. His heartbeat has always been Under his control.

Qiu Yu bent her knees and put her wrists on her wrists, making a skillful throw, and the audience held their breaths—the ball missed, and the ball slipped around the basket and escaped.

Several members of Class [-] breathed a sigh of relief, applauded and cheered.

The girls in the front row were furious: "What kind of behavior! You don't know how to respect your opponent at all!"

The boy next to him persuaded: "Oh, what do you know? It's tactics. It's only foolish when they get angry."

Qiu Yu's face was like still water, he took the ball and waited for a few seconds, and soon he made a second shot, the ball was released, and it was sidelined again.

Before everyone could react, the athletes began to run wildly, and the game was stalemate again.

The girls didn't have time to comment, and immediately threw themselves into the role of cheerleaders. The boys who were calm just now couldn't help but feel annoyed: "What's going on, he's so awesome for shooting three-pointers!"

The person involved didn't seem to care, he shook his head and concentrated on breaking the defense.

A few minutes before get out of class, the bell rang, the whistle blew, and the game was over. Class [-] finally failed to catch up with the score.

The crowded crowd was looser, Yuan Mu looked around and wanted to leave.

Class One was not too arrogant as the winner, or it might be due to physical exertion, everyone just laughed and hugged each other.

Only Qiu Yu didn't participate, he left the team and walked straight towards Yuan Mu, aggressively.

He was nailed to the spot and did not move.

The sneakers made Qiu Yu taller, and the angle of leaning up was greater when you were close. Yuan Mu asked him what was wrong.

Qiu Yu wanted him to come, but she didn't expect him to come.

"Does it stink?" Ask first.

"well enough."

"How's it going?"

"Okay."

Qiu Yu put his hands on his waist, looked down at Yuan Mu's empty palm, and said, "Everyone else has water to drink."

There was still sweat on his cheeks, his eyes were quiet, but the heat was blatant, steaming the two of them as if there was nothing there.

Yuan Mu: "There are wet wipes, do you want them?"

The sports committee came over with a bag of mineral water, each of them threw a bottle, and shouted at Qiu Yu: "Come on, MVP of the audience, oops, this is the first time our class has won!"

Qiu Yu: "Thank you."

Yuan Mu: "Sports Committee, I don't need it."

Sports committee member: "Everyone should have some. Anyone who sees it will have a share. The whole world celebrates. I'll go to Lao Li for reimbursement later!"

After the sports committee left, Yuan Mu unscrewed the bottle cap and pushed it into Qiu Yu's hand: "Yes, two bottles."

Qiu Yu pressed the body of the bottle against his chest and coughed twice, Yuan Mu turned to look at him, smiling.

Qiu Yu's clothes and bag were under the tree in front of him. He filled half a bottle of water and said slowly, "Help me take my coat back to the classroom in a while."

Added another sentence, "Is it possible? I will go back to the dormitory with their boarding students and take a quick shower."

Yuan Mu wondered what kind of jacket he should wear when playing golf.

Qiu Yu would misunderstand: "I'm not happy."

Huang Chenyu and Wang Chengxing rushed over with a group of boys: "Brother Yu is so awesome!"

The teenagers recuperated and were full of energy. The two of them were pushed back and staggered, and both hit the iron net.

But they were still huddling together recklessly, and the baboons and orangutans joined together.

Qiu Yu pressed Yuan Mu to his chest, and spilled two-thirds of the half bottle of water. He had already held it as far as possible, but he still couldn't prevent a few drops from splashing on Yuan Mu's face.

"Fuck me."

Qiu Yu took a breath, stretched out the back of her hand, and carefully rubbed the bridge of his nose under his eyelids, "Take it, you made me lose those two balls."

The coat is pure white.

This week, five days, if it happened that they rode to school by bike and the morning was frosty, Qiu Yu would bring this coat from home.

But every time he took his seat, he found it troublesome and threw it to the person who was riding another bicycle beside him.

Yuan Mu said that he didn't have any spare hands, so Qiu Yu suggested, why not put them on.

When he arrived at school, Yuan Mu continued to wear it if he wanted to, and took it off to Qiu Yu if he didn't want to, and he stuffed it into his bag.

Never had a chance to hold it in my arms.

White, soft, like holding a cloud.

Qiu Yu and they walked in another direction and were going downstairs.

The group of boys crossed their shoulders, and he walked in the middle with his hands in his pockets.

He fell step by step, and when he was about to disappear, he turned slightly and turned his head.

The deep yellow ginkgo leaves are falling on the clouds, the heart is still beating, the color is so beautiful that it is unreal.

Yuan Mu became more and more sure that this was his last summer.

He remembered that sunny afternoon in the cold winter when he was young, the sun was cold, without heat, but still shining brightly.

The sky is always foggy, and it is rare to have light.

Yuan Mu was overjoyed to death, and liked it to death.

There are many things I want to do on a sunny day, I want to wash my underwear, I want to dry my pillows, I want to sleep under the sun under the quilt, I want to play with Qian Jin by the river, I want to go to Qiu Yu’s house to chat with him and watch the sun.

But the beauty is short-lived, there is only one afternoon, and only one can be selected to complete.

Inexplicably, he didn't do anything that day.

No matter what you do, those good times will pass, right?

He lay straight on the bed, watched the sun being swallowed up by the mountains and clouds, and then he was enveloped by faint helplessness and sadness.

Yuan Mu accidentally understood the truth that good things are perishable but hard to keep when he was ignorant of the world, and the experience after the ups and downs as an adult is naturally more profound.

What should I do if I can't keep it in Xia Tian.

Everyone sighed helplessly.

"Xiao Qiu, what did you just say to Xiao Yuan, that you have such a pretty smile?" Huang Chenyu came over to ask him after having had enough trouble with them, and then saw Qiu Yu with a bottle of water in his hand, and immediately put the body committee's head under his arm Luan Shaking, "Is it biased? Why do Qiu Yu have two bottles of water! I want the second bottle and you fucking said that there is not enough money!"

The sports committee was shaken deliriously: "Do I have... but... your mother... let me go..."

Qiu Yu looked back, and Yuan Mu was digging his head to pick up the butterfly-like ginkgo leaves on his clothes.

Passed by, he didn't know he looked back.

On the way back, Yang Lanqing hurriedly called to Yuan Mu who was passing by, and said with a little embarrassment: "Yuan Mu, can I borrow your coat."

She pointed him to look at Su Qinyu who was hiding in the shade of a tree in the distance, "She said she didn't pay attention to her menstrual period... Then, it's not convenient... I want to borrow it to block it..."

Yuan Mu understood.

But this coat belongs to Qiu Yu, I can't make a decision for him.

However, no one will refuse to do this favor.

He let Yun out: "Okay, but this coat belongs to Qiu Yu."

Yang Lanqing: "That's troublesome—"

Yuan Mu nodded: "I will tell him when he comes."

What did he tell him later.

"A girl soiled her pants during her menstrual period, and your coat was borrowed to cover it up."

"Who?"

"Girls get together, I don't know who it is."

"Did you say when to return it?"

"No."

"Okay, let's talk."

"Ok."

Before school was over, Yang Lanqing gave Yuan Mu the coat, and she said thank you on behalf of Su Qinyu, and then she said sorry, because when she passed her hand, she saw a maroon that no one had noticed before.

Yang Lanqing blushed and quickly took it back: "I'm sorry, I'll give it to you after I wash it."

Yuan Mu held it and didn't let go.

Qiu Yu went to the office to pick up the new textbooks that were late, but he still hasn't come back. This time he folded his coat into his schoolbag: "It's okay, I should wash it."

In the evening when Fang Qiong guards the shop, Yuan Mu usually prepares the dinner.

He gave Yuan Cha some money today and asked her to go out to eat.

"Brother, I'll pack it for you after eating."

Yuan Cha grabbed the door.

Yuan Mu soaked the clothes in the basin, and gave her another share of money: "Thank you."

Most of the clothes at home are washed by Yuan Mu, especially in winter, when Fang Qiong and Yuan Cha can't touch cold water.

There is a washing machine, but the oil spots occasionally need to be soaked and rubbed by hand.

He also washed the trousers that were soiled during their menstrual periods, and the rollers couldn't be cleaned, so they separated them and used a toothbrush to deal with them.

Yuan Mu put a lot of washing powder this time, and the colorful bubbles overflowed all over the floor. Only then did he realize that he was looking for something to do when he had nothing to do.

But it doesn't matter, the clothes are clean and still white.

Yuan Mu hung it on the floor hanger in the bedroom, drew the curtains, took off his shoes and rolled on the bed.

Lying down and looking at it, the light and shadow are dim, it really looks like a cloud.

This was Yuan Mu's first time smoking in the room.

One is that he hates the residual smoke smell, which is cold and smelly.

The second was fear of being discovered by Fang Qiong and Yuan Cha.

The third is that the walls will be yellowed after a long time.

Yuan Mu doesn't take it seriously, but he has to say that breaking his own taboo is pretty cool.

The cyan smoke is also like a cloud, the kind that is blown away by the wind.

The sky was getting darker, and the smoke was gradually burning out. He stretched out his hand above his head, and pressed the cigarette butt on the wet coat.

His fingers swiped, and the ashes became a ball.

It is still the cloud, the kind of black.

Yuan Mu opened his legs, his fingertips protruded from the protruding collarbone, brushed the sensitive nipples, the soft waist, and the hard hip bones, and slowly loosened the belt buckle.

You made me lose those two balls.

Come here, to be alive is to constantly resolve desires.

Flourishing love, useless possessiveness.

The author says:

Make up.