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The monthly exam is from Thursday to Friday. I don’t know if it’s to show consideration for the students. There is no need for self-study at night this Friday. Lin Lian is going to take advantage of this time to live a good life with Jiang Cun—even if he is unilateral. The world of two people who think, wishful thinking.

Feelings are such a thing, there is no rush, so what is gradual, what is subtle, maybe one day God will blink and make Jiang Cun enlightened?

Secret love is really a nerve-wracking thing, how to tactfully let Jiang Cun discover "I like you" is even more nerve-wracking.

The last test subject was English. Lin Lian turned his pen in boredom after finishing the questions, and his thoughts wandered to outer space.The more he thought about Jiang Cun, the more irritable he felt. He threw his pen and handed in the paper and left. He stood outside the classroom and sent a message to Jiang Cun: "Where is your exam room? I'll come to you and go eat hot pot together.【/Show cute】"

On Wednesday, Lin Lian could have gone directly to the second class to look at the distribution table of the examination room, but it turned out that everything was wronged by Wen Mingche.When he went to see it, Wen Mingche was fighting with his "new target" - a girl wearing a headband, not too tall, and wearing a school uniform.

Just like a naive primary school student, Wen Mingche was tall and burly covering the form, the girl frowned and shouted "Can you get out of the way if you're annoying?" He smiled and said, "I won't let it go, please beg me."

The tone is very punchy.But as soon as he put his hand on top of the girl's head, he saw that she didn't know if she had practiced some kung fu, pulled Wen Mingche's arm and pushed back, bumping into Lin Lian who was coming to see Jiang Cun.

Lin Lian lost his balance and took a few steps back, stepped on Jiang Cun's foot who came out of the bathroom, turned his head to apologize, but because his posture was too distorted, he flung himself down magnificently.

Jiang Cun's head almost knocked against the tiled wall, and before he realized what happened, he felt a person on his body.

Coincidentally, Lin Lian's entire head was buried in the hollow of his neck.

The little white rabbit's face turned red again with a "shua", his expression was extremely dull, his whole body was stiff, his hands and feet didn't know where to put it.

Lin Lian was shameless, pretending that he hadn't reacted, hugged him for a few seconds, then stood up righteously, pretending to get angry at Wen Mingche: "Are you fucking sick? In the classroom Getting flowers and grass in front of the door?"

Wen Mingche was also stunned for a moment, before he could speak, he saw the girl tore up the form pasted on the wall, walked over and slapped Wen Mingche hard, it didn't hurt, but it was very loud, the circles of her eyes turned red for some reason, and she slapped her hard He nodded and left the classroom.

"Why did you offend him?" Lin Lian said softly, and then saw that the young master, who was usually not serious, suddenly flushed. He didn't know if he was beaten or something. He probably knew that this child had encountered his own troubles, " All right, do it yourself."

Jiang Cun stood up calmly, patted the dust on his clothes, and was held back by Lin Lian, his face turned even redder.

"Brother Lian...I have to go..."

The residual warmth of his fingers seemed to be still there, but he pretended nothing had happened, and embraced Jiang Cun's waist, his tone softened: "Jiang Cun, does it hurt, can I rub it for you?"

It hurts, can it not hurt, a big boy who is nearly 1.8 meters suddenly presses you to the ground, it's strange if it doesn't hurt.

Originally, Jiang Cun should have kept silent and walked away—he is really not good at dealing with such situations. He always needs to muster [-]% courage when facing Lin Lian. He doesn't know how to communicate and get along with others.But these gentle words, this distressed expression, coincided with a warm embrace in memory.

Without even realizing it, he began to act coquettishly.

He knew that this was not the way ordinary classmates get along, but he wanted to answer like this.

He knew that he had never spoken in such a tone in his life, but it was as if a little devil was controlling him in his heart, every word came out naturally without going through his brain.

"It hurts, my head and back hurt, give me a blow."

The ending sound of the speech all carried the meaning of acting like a baby, which made Lin Lian's heart itch.

It was the first time he saw Jiang Cun like this, and his heart almost melted into sugar water. He rubbed his head lightly, like coaxing a child: "Does it still hurt? Do you want to go to the clinic?"

Jiang Cun suddenly broke away from Lin Lian's hand with all his strength, and turned around to hug him: "Brother Lian... when I said it hurts, no one has ever comforted me, no one has ever rubbed me... you treat me Great...I can't take it anymore..."

Lin Lian felt pain in his heart. He didn't know what might have happened to Jiang Cun, so he just reached out to hug him and patted his back lightly.His head was buried on his shoulders, the temperature of his cheeks spread from his shoulders to his heart, tears flowed down one by one, and his shirt became wet.

After returning to the dormitory, Lin Lian was very satisfied. He ate a big bowl of Jiang Cun's tofu and received a hug from Jiang Cun. He even wanted to draw a sign for himself on his head—"Jiang Cun: Favorability is up." !"

It's just that he is very distressed.He even forgot to give him the key points of his own review plan.

Jiang Cun said, "No one has ever comforted me, never rubbed me." Could it be that when he was a child, when he fell, cried, or got hurt, no one comforted him?

He took out his mobile phone and suddenly wanted to call his parents who were working in other provinces.

In fact, many times, we can discover how happy we are through the perspective of others. We always like to cry in other people's stories and experience life through other people's stories.

Wen Mingche didn't come back until 10:30 when the lights were turned off. It was so dark that Lin Lian couldn't see clearly. He vaguely noticed that he was carrying a bag of canned beer. He looked very decadent and smelled of alcohol.

He was very surprised. The Wen Mingche in his memory was always just like his name, bright and clear, frank and frank, and there were very few times when he was so sad.

It is impossible to sell beer in the school supermarket. Did he climb over the wall and get out?

"Brother Lian, are you asleep? I'll tell you something when I'm asleep."

"Asleep, tell me."

But before Wen Mingche could answer, he covered his eyes and began to cry, no matter how embarrassing his expression was, he didn't make a sound.

"You are so stupid, no one who is asleep will say that he is asleep."

His nasal voice was very heavy, Lin Lian sighed inwardly, and said, "Go to sleep, there is an exam tomorrow. It doesn't matter if I listen to you for three days and three nights after the exam."

However, when Wen Mingche went to the exam the next day with a little red and swollen eyes, he had already recovered his usual idle personality. He didn't continue the topic of that night until the end of the exam. Like hiding from myself.

He was getting depressed.

Jiang Cun didn't respond to his messages, he wasn't in the classroom, and his phone was always turned off.

You said that these two people cry together if they want to cry, and if they want to be silent together, are they two peanuts in the same shell in their last life?

For some reason, he swiped open the phone screen again and directly blocked Wen Mingche's call.

He slept from the blue sky and white clouds to the afterglow of sunset at school without waiting for Jiang Cun to reply. When he woke up, he was woken up by the alarm that he set "ready to eat hot pot with Jiang Cun".

After the monthly exam in the second year of high school, he went back to the dormitory, went out and wandered out, the whole grade, a long corridor, and he was the only one.

Lin Lian felt aggrieved inexplicably, and there was an unknown anger in his heart.

And the small flame died down before it exploded a few feet high.

Because Jiang Cun called him.

"Hey, Brother Lian...I'm sorry...I didn't turn on my phone in the studio..."

"It's okay, do you still want to eat hot pot?"

He pretended that he was not paying attention, and the bullet screen in his head was full of "Comfort me, comfort me, or I will be angry", but Jiang Cun was not the roundworm in his stomach, he was just groaning foolishly. He took a deep breath, thinking that Lin Lian was really not angry.

"I want to go to...that...uh..."

"what?"

Then there was a burst of noise on the phone, faintly heard screams and laughter suppressed by girls, and Jiang Cun's weak and pale "Don't move around, give it back to me".

what happened?

Then the mobile phone was passed to someone who didn't know, but it was a young girl from the studio, with a sweet and crunchy voice, very youthful: "I'm sorry, no matter who you are, just come to the studio now! Oops His mobile phone is out of charge, I'll hang up first, bye! Hurry up!"

Lin Lian's head was full of black lines, and all the previous bad temper disappeared, and he hurried to the studio.

And the moment he entered the door, he was stunned.

He is like a little fox that strayed into a fairy tale forest by mistake, staring blankly at the fireflies shining in the dark forest.

The curtains in the studio were tied up, and a large swath of gentle sunlight came in directly, covering Jiang Cun's body.He responded with a shy smile, half in the light, half in the shadow.The white T-shirt outlines the boy's handsome waistline, and the golden light shines on his hair, eyelashes, and skin. He is as beautiful as a jade carefully carved by a craftsman.

He could even see the veins on the back of Jiang Cun's hands, his flesh-pink nails, and his black pen holder. The boy had white skin, black eyes, and black hair.

He stood in the sun and smiled at him.

The sky outside the balcony is orange-pink intertwined with blue, which is unbelievably beautiful.

He is like a luminous little prince, with a straight back and a paintbrush in his hand, surrounded by cracked paint, paint pans, dirty buckets and lead ash.

Only he is the lotus flower out of the mud.

Jiang Cun looked down, as if he was very embarrassed, his eyelashes fluttered: "Brother Lian, I finished the painting. This painting is about you."

He handed over a fixed roll, and said, "You can only read it when you go back."

Lin Lian nodded, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile, took the painting, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "Now, can we go eat hot pot?"

Before leaving, he was still serious, and the purpose was just to show off to Jiang Cun's classmates. The words revealed ambiguity: "I'm bothering everyone, I borrowed Jiang Cun today, and I will return it to you next week."

He saw that several little girls had already buried their heads under the drawing board, and he was very refreshed.

In the current situation, it seems that Falling Flowers and Flowing Water also have intentions.

"So you're not ignoring me, you just want to finish this painting and give me a surprise, right?"

Brother Lian was in a good mood, his tail was cocked when he spoke, he was almost on the moon, and he wanted to whisper into people's ears, wishing to make the eyes of passers-by more blazing.

"I want to ignore you too, but I can't, Brother Lian."

Jiang Cun's expression was very serious, and every word was on Lin Lian's heart.

He even found it difficult to breathe.