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Learning is not an easy thing.

After class ends at [-]:[-] p.m. in the fifth middle school, Lin Lian waits for half an hour before turning off the lights in the classroom, then returns to the dormitory to quickly wash up, fix a small lamp by the bedside, recite vocabulary, and review knowledge points.It is common to stay up until one or two in the morning, and the blood in the eyes grows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a city without autumn, winter seems to be very long.

He used to wait for the morning bell to ring and squint for a few minutes, but now he gets up at 05:30, listening to English materials while running in the morning.

It was tough at first, and he even wanted to give up the next day and go back to his old casual lifestyle.

But boyfriends are people who want to test their beauty.

Wen Mingche went back to the dormitory occasionally, and was really shocked when he saw his study attitude.He didn't expect Lin Lian to really work so hard.

"Brother Lian, you are treating your sophomore year as your third year..."

"I don't have the hard work of the third year of high school, right? I think it's okay," the tone is tired, very tired, and I want to give up many times, but when I am sleepy to the extreme, the word Jiang Cun will appear in my heart-this is It is the only consolation in the wet and cold winter, "Do you think that Peking University is so easy to take the exam?"

"Brother Lian, come on, remember to show me the acceptance letter when the time comes. The cup is coming up again recently, are you going to participate in the physics competition or something?"

"If I don't have that talent, I'll just study hard, and I'm a liberal arts student, so it's almost enough to participate in the independent enrollment of liberal arts. Besides, it's too late for the second year of high school."

So in the next few exams, his ranking was grade No.20, grade No.19, and grade No.13.

Wen Mingche has participated in competitions and Olympiad training since he was a child. He has been preparing for physics competitions, and he has been very busy recently; the two of them haven't fooled around together for a long time. These days, they suddenly returned to the right track and studied hard, and suddenly they felt a little unreal.

Wen Mingche casually flipped through his books on the table, staring at the dense notes and revisions: "The preparations for the New Year's Eve party are about to start, are you going to report the show?"

"Forget it, the final exam is less than a month away, and I still want to be in the top ten." Lin Lian replied absently, because the phone screen lit up, and Jiang Cun sent him a message.

"How did you manage to live in school and play with your mobile phone without being discovered?" Wen Mingche knew it was over when he saw Jiang Cun's message. Now Lin Lian's whole heart is hung on Jiang Cun. Because of him, his boyfriend had a hard time chatting for a while, let alone focusing on himself, "I don't know who was so pushy in the freshman year of high school, and said arrogantly, 'It's not good if you don't perform on stage once in three years of high school. Surnamed Lin'..."

Wen Mingche likes to join in the fun. He used to participate in all the big and small activities organized by the school. Although he was always assigned to a project that he was not good at, he still failed repeatedly.

Only this time, he was selfish.

The girl he liked had liked someone before.

That person seems to have learned to sing, and every performance must have a place for him. The gentle and soothing songs, the sultry lights, caused screams from the audience.

Regardless of whether he was imitating or not, anyway, he wanted to overwhelm that person at the New Year's Eve party.

There was silence in the dormitory for a while, Lin Lian didn't know what to say to Jiang Cun, and suddenly raised his head with a malicious smile: "Che, let's arrange the show."

"Huh?" Wen Mingche didn't realize it suddenly, and hummed a nasal voice with a rising tone.

"Jiang Cun is coming back, you can find a few more people, let's arrange a dance."

It was snowing the day Jiang Cun came back. On Saturday, the snowflakes were so small that they melted within a few seconds on the back of his hand.Lin Lian has been staying in the local area all these years since he was born, and he only saw snow once when he was a child—not much bigger than this.

But Jiang Cun seemed to like snow very much. He took off his gloves and felt the snow melt on his fingers, and his hands were frozen.

After a while the snow stopped, Lin Lian looked at him with amused and heartbroken eyes as he held his hand for a long time without getting warmed up, took off the scarf and wrapped it around his neck, and held Jiang Cun's hand to stick with his own neck.

The fingers are cold and the skin is hot. The moment I touch it is really uncomfortable, but it subsides immediately.

It's like soaking your hand in warm hot water, it's so comfortable that you don't want to move it away.

"Brother Lian, I'd better put my hands down...don't catch a cold..." It's been almost half a semester since we confirmed our relationship, but Jiang Cun still blushes so easily, feeling a little sour in his heart, greedy for the warmth Lin Lian gave him, Worrying about whether he has wronged himself.

"Brother Lian, how can you be so delicate?" Lin Lian laughed, pointing to his neck, "Here, Jiang Cun's special heating place, how are you doing?"

Jiang Cun said "um", feeling embarrassed, and pursed his lips: "Brother Lian is very kind to me."

The time spent together seemed to pass very quickly. Jiang Cun gave him a small hard-covered booklet with more than 20 pages. It was full of paintings of Lin Lian, Lin Lian frowning, and Lin Lian smiling brightly. , Lin Lian who is condescending and arrogant, Lin Lian who writes vigorously.

Lin Lian’s name was also written on the cover of the book in a fluttering manner—it was a book given to him after the midterm exam, and he said with a smile at the time, “This is the first gift for my boyfriend. people".

Lin Lian, on the other hand, gave him the knowledge points he had learned and summed up from his obsessive study. Although he usually gave him supplementary lessons on WeChat, he still carefully focused on the key points with different colored pens and explained a lot of questions.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Jiang Cun as a "genius". He is easy to understand by analogy, and he can master many types of questions even without taking classes.When painting, he often plugs in his earphones, which are not songs, but online courses he bought himself, so he just makes do with it.

The previous studio was closed on Sunday, and Jiang Cun's drawing board was still there, ready to take it away to sketch in the park, but Lin Lian felt that it was too cold, so he asked him to stay in the studio and read books by himself.

It seems to be back to when we first met.

Lin Lian didn't know when he fell asleep in a daze. The phone vibrated for a long time before he realized that he didn't save Wen Mingche's number, but he had already memorized the string of numbers in his heart, and the unhappiness of being woken up suddenly came out. , He went to greet his mother when he opened his mouth: "Why are you calling me when you have nothing to do?"

After finishing speaking, the other party hung up, and then the studio door was opened, Wen Mingche came in and walked up to Lin Lian, a little annoyed: "Brother Lian, someone is looking for you to fight, do you want to go?"

"You found it quite quickly. Didn't Yang Qicheng wash his hands in a golden basin? Why, are you looking for trouble again?"

"It's his cousin," Wen Mingche frowned, "that idiot, I beat him up and provoked his mother."

"Hey, you can't even beat my son and still call me? I'm going to start studying hard."

Wen Mingche, who was lying on the gun, had black lines all over his head: "Who is your son now?"

Lin Lian yawned, walked over to Jiang Cun and sat down, and began to dishonestly touch the place where he shouldn't be touching: "My baby's painting is not finished yet, can you understand what this is? It's called sketching, isn't it awesome?"

Jiang Cun's hand holding the pen trembled again, and a long line appeared on the drawing board. After knowing each other so well, he still couldn't learn how to deal with Lin Lian's flirtatious words without changing his face.

The option in my mind has never been to "refute Lin Lian", but if my boyfriend is wrong, especially about painting, he will correct it.

"Brother Lian, what I draw is not a sketch..."

The voice was quite low, but the three people present could hear it very clearly. Wen Mingche directly covered his eyes and made an expression of "can't bear to look directly" and started "hahahahahaha".

The players on both sides were evenly matched, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

It's a pity that someone's face is thicker than that of a city wall. Even if Jiang Cun draws a peach talisman by ghost, he can make it a world-famous painting. Lin Lian pretended that nothing happened, and continued to tease Jiang Cun: "I used to I like to fight, but now it's different, I like you."

It's a pity that this kid doesn't become a showman.

Jiang Cun listened to him talking non-stop, without moving even a single line in the picture, couldn't bear it anymore and put down his pen, with a serious expression: "Brother Lian, you, now, get out for me."

Then there was Wen Mingche's tragic laughter again: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, brother Lian, you have this day too!"

"Okay." Lin Lian stood up, squinted his eyes at Wen Mingche, his sense of danger dissipated, "I hold a grudge."

Deliberately emphasizing the second half of the sentence, he bent down and bit Jiang Cun's earlobe lightly: "This is the interest of you pissing me off."

Wen Mingche was embarrassed to read it, muttering "don't look at evil, don't look at evil", followed Lin Lian out of the studio.

Jiang Cun thought that Lin Lian would come back soon. Although his fighting skills can only be regarded as a three-legged cat, he has learned Taekwondo and can handle non-professional fighters, but this time the two of them went out for a while. He didn't come back for an hour, and Jiang Cun made dozens of calls but didn't answer.

It is estimated that something went wrong.

He was very anxious, but he didn't know how to contact them. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two people limping in, muttering, looking very angry.

Lin Lian was seriously injured—but it was actually not as good as his previous fights. There was a lot of dust on his clothes, where he rubbed it, his knee was bruised, his forehead was scratched, and he was rubbing himself with his teeth bared. arm.

"Damn, these bastards are so fucking shameless."

Jiang Cun looked at him deflated, and suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud: "I thought you wouldn't die."

There are all kinds of potions in the studio. The teacher has long been accustomed to the students who smoke and fight. When he sees those squatting in the corridor smoking, he just says "smooth less". medicine.

Jiang Cun dabbed the potion on the wound seriously, and Lin Lian gasped in pain while talking about the glorious achievements of this afternoon.

"Wu Fang, the one who stepped on my desk in the seventh school entrance examination in the first year of high school. I beat him until he cried, and now his skin is itchy again. Fuck it. And you, Wen Mingche, you called them earlier So many people?"

"He was alone when he was blocking me on the road." Wen Mingche was a little aggrieved, watching Jiang Cun carefully apply the medicine to him, received a critical hit of [-] points, and put a band-aid on the scratched place.

Lin Wen and Lin Wen grew up together, and their relationship was very good. At that time, Lin Lian was always bullied, and Wen Mingche always protected him from fighting with others. In the end, the two of them went home together with bruised noses and swollen faces, and were discovered by Wen's parents. He scolded Wen Mingche, and then gave Lin Lian a hearty rubbing and puffing and serving of small fruits to eat.

The two of them are not like friendship, but more like family relationship, without any selfish desires, and only thinking about the kind of family relationship that is good for each other.When Lin Lian was young, no one cared about Lin Lian. Sometimes he stayed at Wen Mingche's house on weekends. He often enjoyed the blessings together, but he knew the difficulties.

That's why today he tried his best to protect Wen Mingche, not wanting him to get hurt.

Wu Fang is Yang Qicheng's cousin, who is idle and not doing his job. Even though Lin Lian only remembers "the one who stepped on my table", he still has a grudge, always thinking about when to vent his anger.

There will always be this kind of people in the world, who obviously are just a piece of garbage, but want to get in front of others to smell, and then show off self-righteously: "Look, I am gold, I can shine!"

Wu Fang is a typical representative of this kind of person.

He blocked Wen Mingche on the road, yelling "Let Lin Lian come out to play with me", but unfortunately the two of them are not on the same level at all, who is our Young Master Wen?I ignored him directly, although he didn't "beat him up" as he described himself, but he still meant it, stepped on the man's shoe, and deliberately bumped his shoulder.

"Yo, I know you don't dare, do you? Bastard!"

Wu Fang bullies the weak and fears the strong, but he is very good at playing tricks. He followed Wen Mingche all the way. He was really annoyed, so he went to the studio to find Lin Lian; but he didn't expect that after going downstairs, there were more than ten or twenty people gathered together, including students. There are also young people, holding fruit knives, sticks, iron bars and other things in their hands.

Looking at the huge crowd of people, Lin Lian knew that Wu Fang was a real idiot, and if he didn't run away, he would probably be stabbed a few times.

He still has to wait for the show with Jiang Cun on New Year's Day. It would be great if he died young.

He squeezed Wen Mingche's palm three times—this was a secret signal since he was a child, meaning "I can't beat you, go and rescue the soldiers." He forgot to care about his shoes, so Wen Mingche had time to turn into another alley and call the police.