Peacock

I didn't insist on looking at him anymore, I just closed my eyes, and I could still hear the sound of the egret treading water in a trance, then I soaked my hands thoroughly in the river water, covering Tang Ling's eyes from behind.

Instead, Tang Ling looked relaxed and asked me what I was doing.

I tensed my mouth in reluctance to answer him, and he asked me again after a minute passed, but I found that the voice was not affected by choking or trembling at all.

I opened my eyes full of doubts and went back in front of him, only to find that there was still only calm and calm written on that face.

Tang Ling frowned and smiled: "Yu Zhen, what do you want?"

I was frustrated by the failure of my self-assertion: "...I thought you would cry if you wanted to, but you would be embarrassed if you were such a stinky fart, so I covered your eyes and my hands were full of water. You don't have to worry about being discovered by me."

"It's not you."

"I only cry in front of you."

Although it is estimated that [-]% of the situation is pretended, who makes Tang Ling always easy to be led by the nose by showing weakness.

Tang Ling stretched out her hand to wipe the dust off my face, her eyes slowly moved to my lips, and then I heard him say: "Tomorrow I will send you back to Guangzhou..."

I gagged his mouth with a kiss.

I hugged my knees: "Don't talk about this, okay, it's not the time."

Pretending to be nothing, I took his hand and stood up abruptly: "Tell me about it, how did you live when you were a child? How many partners have you dated, whether your grades are good, subjects you are good at, and comics you like. "

"Didn't Lin Cong tell you a lot?"

"I just want to hear from you."

Although I just remembered that "speaking" has never been Tangling's good at, no matter what dimension you look at, he seems to be better at "doing".

Before I could hold back the agitating words in my head, Tang Ling dragged me back to the house.I originally thought I was going to take a short rest, but I didn't stop after entering the door. Instead, Tang Ling stepped onto the low window sill directly in front of my eyes.

The draft swept across the hall, and he happened to look back at me against the light, but he just blinked at me and jumped down.There was a muffled sound from the roof, he stood still on the slope, and waited for me with his arms outstretched like a child.

As soon as I stopped talking, I thought I was looking down on someone, so I jumped out of the window without thinking too much.

It's just that my feet hit the ground hard, my movements were far less light than his, and the sound I made was also loud. When I first stood still, I shrank into a ball. If it fell into someone's ears, it would definitely feel like someone The fruit shed collapsed.

Following Tang Ling on this straight new road, the overlapping iron sheets seemed not so calm to bear the weight of the two, and they cried out in fragments.

Tangling turned around and asked me not to follow so closely in a cold voice, it would make a loud noise if I stepped on it together, but I couldn't listen to him, and even jumped lightly twice in a troublesome way.Before the lingering sound of metal resonance disappeared, a sharp female voice sounded from below, as if she was still cursing in Chaozhou, "Where is Bai Renzai walking from above again?" followed by another meal of cooking?Й??? У? Qi collapse is the crackling sound of rummaging through things.

Tangling glanced at me helplessly, I just smiled wickedly when he grabbed my wrist tightly.Before I could regain my senses, Tangling dragged me forward and ran forward. Our footsteps were hurried and disorderly, making the entire roof as if two strings of inferior firecrackers had been ignited, crackling non-stop.

In this huge noise, the voices on both sides of my ears disappeared with the soft wind inexplicably.

I stared intently at Tang Ling's back, and I couldn't help but think back to the day I left Baima, the day he saw the Nine Emperors off.I looked at his light-colored hair and snow-white shirt fluttered by the wind, everything turned into a chaotic mass of color without borders, as if the final destination would be to dissolve into the dazzling white light.

I desperately clasped Tang Ling's wrist, just like every time before, I just hoped that no matter where the established path ahead was, he would take me along.

The auntie hurried out of the house with a strong clothes drying rack, and followed us with her pink slippers. Tangling glanced back and changed the direction of walking with a short body.We originally walked along a straight road, but now we are forced to turn into a second shopping street at three-quarters of the way.

"Don't run, I see you!"

The female voice didn’t seem to be moving away because we changed lanes, and it seemed that the high ground attracted attention, so Tang Ling led me to jump into the open air outside the back door of an aquatic product shop with stacked wooden boxes at the corner. small warehouse.

Empty plastic boxes for stacking goods have formed a small crumbling tower in the alley, and we are temporarily committed to this place.

As soon as I inhaled, my nostrils were filled with a disturbing fishy smell, and for some exact reason, I hummed and laughed.Leaning against the edge of the plastic frame, I laughed more and more and at the same time caused the whole tower to shake together. Sure enough, the first half was knocked down by me very quickly, and scattered all over the ground in a disorderly manner.

Tangling pinched the lower half of my face with her big hand, and made a silent gesture to me.

I breathed into his palm and asked, "Do you have to hide?"

In a flash of inspiration, I blinked and made a look of enlightenment: "It can't be you... there are some emotional entanglements!"

Tang Ling pinched my cheek hard, the pain made me burst into tears, "What are you pretending to be in your mind?"

Only then did I realize that he was probably only thirteen or fourteen when he left, and precocity is not the way to go.

In fact, I'm not worried about him, mainly because I think that a mature and hot woman might not look down on a junior high school student who has not yet grown hair. In this world, only elementary school students who are four years younger than him will look down on junior high school students.

"Then why?"

Tang Ling frowned: "She scolds people...horribly, you'll know it when you meet her."

I thought about it: "Compared to Chen Wumian?"

Tang Ling commented expressionlessly: "Chen Wumian has to enter her school to practice for 30 years."

After all, staying here is not a long-term solution, and it is inevitable that we will not meet the guys who heard the movement at the back door and came to inspect it, so after briefly checking the movement at the entrance of the alley, Tang Ling took me out.

But there is no need to worry about whether my aunt will come to sit and wait at the intersection of several alleys. Tang Ling stopped when she passed a small door with a blue-green canopy.And the iron lock on the fence was just pretending to be randomly put on one side, and he just pushed the iron gate open in front of me.

I leaned over and saw that it was a downhill road made of cement.

"School parking shed."

Tangling walked down, noticed that I was far behind, turned around and slowed down.He smiled and said, "It's seven thirty-five for me."

I subconsciously asked: "What is 35:[-]?"

He pointed to the white door at the end of the carport: "That door leads to the cleaning room on the first floor of the school. If you are going to be late, you will go here and you will not be blocked."

I didn't react, I looked at him in confusion.

Tang Ling raised her eyebrows: "Don't you want to hear me? My life."

Only then did I understand why he took the window sill as the starting point and led me on this path.

"How late can you be so close? What time do you leave the house?"

Tang Ling blinked her eyes and flashed a sly expression: "28:[-]."

"Why is it so late?"

"Your school is so close to home and you will start from this."

I said unconvinced that I would not, after all, I was no better than I am now.

The basement is chilly, so I decided to use the word "wind gusts" to describe it, which made me reconsider whether the idea of ​​"dream living in the basement" is feasible.

I saw Tang Ling walking straight towards the white gate, and said hurriedly, "You don't want to go to school, do you?"

Tang Ling emphasized: "Weekend."

After being told like this, I realized that I really seemed to have lost my time orientation. I trotted to keep up with him. Sure enough, not many people knew about this road, or I hadn’t been caught by an adult before, otherwise it would have been ten years. A man puts a lock on the door.

The cleaning room on the first floor of the middle school can be reached through a few slippery stairs. When I came out, I almost tripped over the mop sticks thrown around.

With yellowed white porcelain wall tiles and thin wooden railings, this is an unorganized school with a chaotic layout, more like knocking down a few walls of the house and putting it into use.

Tang Ling said that his former classroom was at the end of the second floor. We took a closer look and saw that the sign on the door had read the graduation class of the third year of junior high school.

Maybe it's because the school is approaching, and everyone is racing against time so that everyone has no energy to do blackboard newspapers, and the blackboard behind it is really lacking and angry.

The desks and chairs have been replaced from wooden ones to metal ones. Tangling probably thought that there was no trace of the past, until we saw a strong pot of aloe vera on the window sill at the back of the classroom.

Tang Ling was startled staring at the pot of aloe vera. I got closer and found a bright yellow post-it note under the pot, which read: Remember to water it!A new pot has been hired, don't blame the aloe vera for the decline in grades!Feudal superstition!

I thought it was a feudal superstition unique to some place. I asked Tang Ling and found out that the origin of this superstition was actually him. I said that the class is the first, and worshiping aloe is like worshiping you, right?

Tang Ling always ignores my bad words and fires, and this time is no exception. He didn't speak to me, but just pulled the chair from the last seat and sat on it.

I also fulfilled my wish and became the same table with him in a real sense. I sat next to him, and a lot of scattered images suddenly seemed to flash before my eyes, like Tang Ling worrying about doing a question, Tang Ling peeking at comics... Tang Ling, looking at her deskmate in class.

Tang Ling was lying on the table, a pair of slender eyes fixed on me softly.Pointing his fingers on the table, he whispered: "My whole morning and afternoon."

My eyes flew away involuntarily for some reason: "...Even if you look at it that way, I won't copy your homework for you."

Ha, I also thought that the first person in the human test would not need to find and copy my homework. I guess it can only be a mobile English dictionary at most.

I don’t know if it was to establish the first myth, but I saw a photo of Tangling in class in the column of honored alumni on the commendation wall in the corridor, and it said “Tangling was admitted to Tsinghua University with honors”.

I said why don't you name the Academy of Fine Arts, but Tang Ling said that people in small places don't understand these things.

I carefully looked at Tang Ling ten years ago with malicious intentions. She had soft black hair and a childish face, which was rounder than now, and her school uniform was neatly pulled up. He shouldn't be looking at the blackboard either.

I think this must be a snapshot taken by the school leader. It seems that Tang Ling is an unusually good student, as if he will raise his hand to answer the question in the next second, and he will yell if you don't invite him.

In the end, Tang Ling said that he remembered this day, and he was not the only one who looked forward so seriously.

I took a closer look, and sure enough, his deskmate was also upright.I was sure that it must be an open class for pretending, but the fact is that in this class, Lin Cong at the front desk stood up the Chinese language books, and dug a big hole in the middle, just to insert the MP4 in the middle, Fortunately, the video was played in class, and at this moment in the photo, the MV of POKERFACE was played on the screen.

A few elementary school students played football on the playground. We witnessed an own goal just as we walked to the goal. The ball pierced a big hole and rolled towards us like a fish slipping through the net.

Tangling calmly raised her leg to resist, sent the ball back, and got a sweet thank you from the child, which actually made a person like me feel refreshed.

We left the middle school through the back door, and when we stood at the fork in the back door, Tang Ling said to me, "The last quarter is not five thirty in mathematics."

I pointed at three forked roads with my fingers: "Which road will your 31:[-] be on?"

"There are all of them, you choose."

In order to be fair, I turned around ten times with my eyes closed, and finally I couldn't stand still, and almost fell into Tang Ling's arms.Then I pointed with my hand, only to hear Tang Ling say that she was going back to school. In desperation, I tried my best to resist this dazzle, and tried my best to push my arm back, and wobbled in one place.

And at the end of this road is the Angel Dream Cabaret.