As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

Yes, it belongs to the upper reaches of the upper reaches. The only thing that should be considered now is to wait for the test results to come out, whether to go to the city's No. [-] Middle School or the No. [-] Middle School.

This was later taken home by Ms. Liang and flaunted back and forth.

However, not long after the teacher said this, when Ms. Liang still remembered, Song Qinyi's test results came out.

It is more than 100 lower than the three-mode.

So during this summer vacation, Ms. Liang would always say, "Hey, Eighth Middle School, I'm so unlucky."

Lying in front of the desk with good intentions to catch up with summer homework, listening to his mother's tone, it seems like No. [-] Middle School is some kind of hell on earth.

He complained in his heart: Your son went to No. [-] Middle School and never saw you talking like that.

In order to use the air conditioner, he listened to Ms. Liang complaining all afternoon, and was thinking about whether he should move his position when Ms. Liang suddenly said, "Call Qin Yi over for dinner later."

Kindness: "Oh."

Shengyi knows that Ms. Liang is a hot-tempered person, if there is no movement in the future, Ms. Liang will definitely say that he is dawdling.

So he said "Oh" within 2 minutes, he packed up his homework and put it aside, ready to go out.

Before leaving, Ms. Liang said: "I will be in front of Qin Yi later, don't mention the high school entrance examination or grades."

Good intentions: "I know."

He kicked his pockets with both hands, didn't need to change his shoes, opened the door, stepped on his slippers, went to the opposite door and knocked.

Not long after the door opened, Song Qinyi stood at the door, with his hands on the doorknob, wearing gray pajamas, as if he had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, with water dripping from the ends of his hair, his eyes were as clear as water, and he looked puzzled. Looking at him: "Why?"

Good intentions: "My mother calls you to eat."

Song Qinyi: "Yes."

After dinner during the summer vacation, Song Qinyi usually would not go home after dinner, he would stay in Shengyi's room for a while before leaving.

Under the desk lamp, I wrote my homework kindly, occasionally looking up.Song Qinyi gnawed on an apple beside the bed.

He found that since he entered high school, the number of times he stayed with Song Qinyi for a long time became less and less.

Song Qinyi's brows and eyes are a little longer, more beautiful than when he was a child, and his brows and eyes are so clear and beautiful.

Mama Song is recognized as a great beauty in this area, and Song Qinyi is simply a copy of Mama Song.

As if noticing his peeping, Song Qinyi paused while gnawing on the apple, and looked over for no apparent reason.

Sheng Yi hurriedly looked away.

Song Qinyi then looked away, looked at the half-gnawed apple, and after a while, said lightly, "I didn't see your sister."

Kindness: "Grandma said she missed her, and my dad sent her to grandma's house this morning."

Qin Yi: "Oh."

Not only did they spend less time together, but they also seemed to have fewer and fewer topics of interest to each other.

Shengyi was a little sleepy, he looked up at Song Qinyi again, "Sleepy?"

Chin nodded his head.

"Aunt Song hasn't come back yet?"

Song Qinyi explained to him politely, "She's on a business trip, so I'll sleep here tonight, is it convenient?"

30. Chapter 30

Sheng Yi almost bit her tongue, "Convenience."

Song Qinyi just took a shower before eating, and now he climbed directly onto the bed, sat on the side of the bed, stroked the quilt, and rested his plain fingertips on the quilt, as if they would glow.

Kindly look back at the homework, the topic on it is still the same topic, read it word by word, what you see is a mess.He simply closed his homework, stretched his waist, got up and took his clothes to take a bath.

When he came out of the shower, Qin Yi had already fallen asleep.

He turned off the desk lamp, sat by the bed and brushed his hair.

The summer air is sultry, and even at night the sultriness only diminishes a little.

Song Qinyi kicked the quilt aside, the moonlight was like water, covering his body, his limbs were the color of white jade, and the pajamas were gray, lining his whole body, as if he was lying in a dark river.

She kindly leaned over to him and helped him tuck the quilt up.

I can't remember the last time we slept together, but it feels like a long time ago.

Probably because, even after a summer vacation, the strangeness still persists.

On the first day of high school, I study by myself in the evening.

There was a constant flow of people outside the school gate, and they stood kindly at the entrance of the alley next to the canteen, kicking the stones by their feet from time to time.

The wind rolled on his face, and there was a little coolness.

After not seeing anyone for a long time, he caught Ms. Liang and sent him a text message after the senior high school entrance examination: "Song Qinyi, I came out half an hour later than you for self-study in the evening, why are you still dawdling?"

After sending the text message, he put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform and glanced at the gate from time to time.

Scanning, scanning, did not wait for Song Qinyi, but saw his deskmate Lu Yang at the entrance of the canteen.

"Lu Yang." Greeted him kindly.

I haven't seen him for a summer vacation. Standing under the street lamp, Lu Yang turned white by more than one degree. From a distance, he looked like a steamed bun. He sucked the popsicle and slowly moved towards Shengyi. The distance of about ten meters was dawdling. After standing still for a long time, he wiped the sweat off his face and asked kindness: "Who are you waiting for?"

Good intentions: "Just..."

"Wait a minute, let me guess first." Lu Yang paused while sucking on the popsicle, as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Shengyi, and interrupted him, "No way, it can't be Song Qinyi, right? "

Kindly: "Ah...um."

"It's really him." Lu Yang was stunned. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, his younger brother and Song Qinyi were from the same school. His younger brother usually played Song Qinyi, and he couldn't stop playing Song Qinyi. , "Could it be that he missed the exam too?"

Cheng Yi: "You must have performed abnormally. It is more than 100 points lower than the score of the three models. I don't know how it happened. I didn't dare to talk to him about the premise during the summer vacation. I came here to be a little bit home."

Lu Yang kept saying, "I rely, I rely, I rely."

"Don't rely on it, it's annoying."

Lu Yang sucked on the melted popsicle, ate it two or three times, and threw the stick into the trash can. He shook off the sticky stickiness on his hands, obviously expressing sympathy, but it always sounded gloating, "What can you do?" Annoying, in the future, someone will go to and from school with you, and I will eat with you in the morning, afternoon and evening, how nice it is."

Sheng Yi was about to refute when the phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID, connected, and heard the other party's familiar voice.

"Ayan, I'm out, where are you?"

Not long after the phone was hung up, and the street lights dimmed, Song Qinyi walked over slowly.

He held two books in his arms, his slightly long hair covered his forehead, and his complexion was as white as new snow.

Lu Yang, who was hanging shoulder to shoulder with him, tightened his breathing instantly.

He murmured: "Good intentions, I didn't understand until today that the sentimental uncle and aunt are right, but the luck is too bad, the probability of choosing one of the two is not right."

Ms. Liang, who had been talking about Song Qinyi's bad luck for a summer vacation, did not expect to be complained about her bad luck one day.

Kindly fearing that Lu Yang would say the wrong thing later, "Come on, we are not on the way, you should go first."

Lu Yang waved his hand, turned around and left slowly, "Okay, you little bastard, dad has seen your true colors."

He kicked him kindly, "The son of a dog looks at the way."

Lu Yang's back gradually drifted away.

Kindly turned around, took the book that Song Qinyi was holding, and asked all the way, Song Qinyi kept saying, "Mmm, um, um."

The street lamps elongated the shadows of the two of them, Song Qinyi's side profile was under the light, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

He felt that although Song Qinyi's appearance had become more and more beautiful, his personality hadn't changed much.

Soon after school started, it was Song Qinyi's birthday, and he thought about giving him something to celebrate his 16th birthday.

Seeing that he had been huddled in the room all day without moving, Beibei knocked on the door and came in.

She walked behind Sheng Yi, saw line after line crossed out on the paper, and asked him, "Brother, are you in love?"

Shengyi felt that this might be the only thing that could not happen when he was studying.

The class teacher adjusts the seats. In order to prevent puppy love, basically male students and female students will not be allowed to sit together.

During the three seat adjustments before class division, his deskmate was Lu Yang.

The last time he changed seats after class assignment, it was even worse for him. His deskmate was Cen Guang, a well-known naughty guy in the class.

In the class, the chance he could have a few words with his sister paper is: "Student Yan, help me move the water."

"Student Yan, the blackboard is too high, please wipe it for me."

When Kindly Pidiandian finished the work, the sister paper had already buried herself in the questions.

As for going to and from school, before Song Qinyi came to No. [-] Middle School, he might still have the chance to meet beauties, but since the second year of high school, he only faced Song Qinyi who talked less and less to him.

And recently, he felt that he had offended this childhood sweetheart somewhere, and Song Qinyi became even colder towards him.

Kindly bribe Beibei with a piece of liqueur chocolate: "Song Qinyi's birthday is coming up, and next Saturday, he's been brutalizing me recently, please help me and ask him what he wants."

Beibei took the chocolate and passed happily.

Next Saturday will come soon, and Ms. Liang will set out a budget to let Chengyi go out and squander.

At that time, a certain customer’s pizza advertisement was put up all day long, which was not like fast food or junk food that was later complained about.

Kindness took Beibei to order pizza and other favors, and also bought a birthday cake, which was placed in the middle of the table.

He and Beibei stared and waited for a long time, and finally he was expected to come.

Song Qinyi was dressed in the same way as usual, and came with a thermos bucket.

Gracefully took the thermos, "What is this?"

Little Shouxing rarely showed a smile, and looked at Shengyi with crooked eyebrows: "Longevity noodles."

Unscrew the thermos barrel, and the fragrant breath disperses