three feet away from me

So going out? The plan to play became a one-day trip to Class [-] of the third year of high school.

There are usually no people in the classroom on weekends. Wen Hou pushed open the door, took Du Yan to the last row, pointed to a desk in a corner by the window, and said to Du Yan, "This is my seat."

The top of the table was clean, in stark contrast to other desks that wanted to pile books higher than people. Du Yan sat on Wen Hou's desk without much effort, patted the table and looked at the blackboard: "Why do you sit on the desk?" The last row, can you see the blackboard clearly?"

"I can't see very clearly in one eye, so I can just wear glasses," Wen Hou opened the chair and sat in front of the desk, trying to find the glasses in the table, when he reached out and felt a pile of hard things.

Putting them aside with a blank expression, Wen Hao took out the glasses case from the belly of the table, and Wen Hou put on the glasses, which made him look a bit more refined, and even brought the whole person? Not so cold inaccessible.

Du Yandu whether he wears glasses or not? He likes to look at it, so he stretched out his hand and flicked it? Wen Hou's bangs were suppressed by the glasses: "What did you touch when you were looking for something in the drawer just now? Take it out and have a look."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." When he said this, Wen Hao took out the full table of cards from the belly of the table. His hands still couldn't finish it, and Wen Hao held it between his fingers. The leaked card, turn around? Throw that pile of painted green things into the trash can.

"Hey, what's that? A love letter?" Du Yan grabbed his arm, stretched out his long arm, grabbed the pile of things, opened one on the table, and stroked his chin to see the contents clearly. : "It's really a love letter!"

High school is just a youthful and ignorant age. I have never suffered hardships or suffered crimes. I have a bold innocence. Who do I like to write love letters? ?Is it the right approach for young people?

"Student Wen Hou, hello, I'm Li Wenyi from class three. I liked you very much the first time I saw you. I hope you can give me this? chance. This? This is my mobile phone number."

Du Yan held the card between his fingers: "This one? Do you know Li Wenyi?"

"do not know."

"I don't know, you can't just add the mobile phone number of someone you don't know, I'll put it aside for you."

That card was put aside, and Du Yan picked and picked among the remaining piles of love letters: "This one is too ugly, don't read it, this one is also perfumed, frivolous, this one? I wrote so little, I didn’t pay attention to it, but I wrote so much, my eyes hurt, and writing a love letter is not writing.”

None of the dozens of letters approved by Du Yan could be read. The pile of cards was put away by Du Yan and neatly stacked: "I'll help you? Throw it away!"

Wen Hou, who wanted it for a long time? Throwing it away, looked at him and nodded helplessly, but he didn't know why he was looking at it.

Du Yan was standing by the trash can, his hand was raised on it, and it fell off when he let go. He suddenly thought of something, and raised his eyebrows at Wen Hou: "Brother, I threw these things away , those girls won't be angry!"

The ending of the young man raised his arms, and Wen Hou's face was heated by that brother's shout, and his mind was dizzy, and he didn't know what to say.

It took a long time for Wen Hou to grab Du Yan's hand, and with a shake, the cards fell into the trash can. Wen Hou dragged Du Yan over, with steam on his face: "Didn't you want to take a photo? It's not enough Come on, what are you doing standing there?"

"I'm afraid you'll be angry, brother!" Du Yan took out his phone from his pocket, clicked on the camera, and said to the red-faced little boy who was dodging his eyes, "Come on, have a smile."

"Don't, don't call me that," Wen Hou tilted his head, dodging the camera in embarrassment, he didn't know why he wanted to dodge, but he felt uncomfortable, I'm afraid it would make him read a book , he was able to lift the book: "Shoot later."

"It's so easy to be shy." Du Yan took the mobile phone in his hand, sat upside down on a chair in front of him, and looked up at Wen Hou's table, teasing him: "Why do you want to take pictures later?"

Wen Hou pushed his glasses: "Wait for me to take it easy."

Du Yan laughed out loud, and put the phone on the table: "Okay, wait for our brother to take it easy."

Wen Hou picked up a book and threw it over: "Don't call it that."

"Are you getting angry? No," Du Yan caught the book and let it turn around in his hand, turned his head down, and then spread the book in front of Wen Hou: "Why do you only choose big questions? Choose to fill in the blanks?" ?You look down on ?it?!"

Wen Hou glanced at the clean choice to fill in the blanks and the full question: "No, I will also do the next few questions after choosing to fill in the blanks."

Wen Hou doesn't make choices to fill in the blanks, he just makes difficult ones.

"Then you don't have a good habit," Du Yan flipped through the exercise booklet page by page. The handwriting on it was neat, even the letters of the formula were written in a correct and angular way: "During the exam, I just focus on doing the big questions at the back. What should I do if I forgot to fill in the blanks in the previous selection?”

"No, that? Not much time to waste."

"Oh~ our little girl is so amazing."

Wen Hou lowered his head and said nothing.

"Hey! You made a mistake here!" Du Yan was suddenly excited as if he had discovered a new world. He pushed the booklet over and pointed at one place: "Here, your formula is wrong."

"Where?" Wen Hou looked down. This is the first time someone said that he made mistakes in his homework.

Wen Hou lowered his head to read the book, but Du Yan called out: "Xiao? Hou, look here."

Wen Hou raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Du Yan held the phone and clicked it, and the picture of the boy with glasses looking into the camera was captured?

"Our little? Hou grows up well." Du Yan fumbled on the phone, and finally the photo of Wen Hou wearing a shirt jacket just now became the new phone wallpaper. Du Yan looked at the phone again and again, Satisfied: "That's great!"

"I want it too," Wen Hou stood up and took out his mobile phone from Du Yan's pocket: "I want to take a picture of you."

"What do you want? How can I take pictures?" Du Yan was generous and generous, and even raised eyebrows: "It's okay to take off your clothes."

Wen Hou patted him: "Be more serious."

His phone doesn't have fingerprints, he just wants? Du Yan's photo is enough.

"Come on, come on, take a picture, take a picture from the front."

With a click, it's done.

"One from the side."

Wen Hou continued to take pictures of him.

"Let's have another one on the back!"

Wen Hou endured it again and again, and still raised the phone.

After taking many photos, Wen Hou put his phone on the desk in front of him and chose delayed shooting.

"You sit here."

Du Yan and he huddled together on the small bench in the high school classroom, looking at the camera of the mobile phone, the two of them smiled slightly.

The screen of the mobile phone shows that three, two, one, and two people's pictures are frozen.

The author has something to say: Du Yan is an lsp!snort!

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