On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Standing on the bridge, Zeng Qiao shouted loudly towards the opposite side: "Zhang Ye, I love you so much, you want to be with me forever!"

By the light of the street lamp, Zhang Ye saw white mist exhaling from his mouth, his beautiful face was flushed with excitement, and there was a smile in his eyes, pure and lingering.

Zeng Qiao looked at him eagerly, and didn't wait for a long time for a response, so he said a little aggrieved, "Answer me quickly? Do you want to?"

Zhang Ye was forced to have no choice but to roll his hands into the shape of a trumpet and yelled into the distance, "Okay!"

Zeng Qiao was as happy as a mouse that stole oil, raised the tails of his long and narrow eyes, wrapped his arms around Zhang Ye's neck, and kissed him heavily on the forehead: "I really hope that time will go faster, and I will take off this shackles, lightly Take it easy."

Zhang Ye doesn't look forward to university life very much. Although it is easy, he can't be with Wang Mei for a long time in a year, which makes him a little irritable for no reason. He can't imagine how much his mother suffered when he was studying abroad. Wronged.Every time my mother called him, she smiled and never said anything sad, so that he naturally forgot about his mother's situation.

Zeng Qiao rubbed his hands and touched his ears: "It's really cold here."

Just as Zhang Ye opened his mouth to speak, a scene flashed in his mind, which made him stiff, and then he just acted as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "It's not too early, we have traveled so far, I don't think so. It’s so good to take a taxi, go back to bed early, and the next review will be stressful.”

Zeng Qiao sighed: "Zhang Ye, you must work hard to get me into a good university. I don't want to be with you on the left and the other on the right across the bank. This is too miserable."

Zhang Ye rubbed his hair: "Okay, aren't you tired of worrying about things so far away? Go home."

When Zhang Ye returned home, Wang Mei hadn’t come back yet. He put the packaged box on the coffee table and was about to go to the bathroom. After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. He took out a pen and paper and wrote a few words under the box, and then he was in a hurry. to the bathroom.

He had a premonition that he might dream of something else tonight. It was the first time he saw his mother smiling so happily. He was a little happy and curious. What happened?

Sure enough, he fell into a dream as soon as he touched the pillow. Zhang Ye didn't understand why he was still related to his previous life, but they were people he cared about. It would be best to know more about them.

What caught my eye was a house I had never seen before. Although it was small, it was clean and tidy and looked very warm. My mother was sitting on the sofa smiling and talking on the phone with someone, and kept talking.

Not long after the doorbell rang, she went to open the door: "I've said it all, just come here, and you need to bring these with you for whatever you do, it's too expensive."

"Auntie, today is your birthday. I should give you a gift. When you are happy, don't worry about these little things. I even brought you Zhang Ye's share. Are you used to living here?"

"It's very good. The neighbor downstairs took me to dance the square dance. I danced with me for two days, and I feel more energetic. Ono is not here, and you have been taking care of me. I am really embarrassed."

Zhang Ye felt that he was also quite embarrassed. He had no friendship with Meng Ge and yet he should receive so many benefits from this man. How could he pay it back?

It's just my mother's birthday. Seeing her so happy made him happy too. Knowing that she couldn't hear her, he still said, "Happy birthday, dear mom!"

Meng Ge did not sit down, but knelt on the ground on one knee, took his mother's hand, and said solemnly: "Auntie, I know you are curious about why I took care of things that belonged to Zhang Ye. I have never dared to say I was afraid that you would hate me, so I wouldn't let me take care of you. But after so long, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. I have always... liked Zhang Ye, but before I remembered to tell him, he just... ...I know you'll be disgusted, but I don't want to keep it from you."

"I'm just a little surprised. Xiaoye can be liked by such a good child like you. I'm happy for him. Our mother and son have been unhappy for so many years. Although we always pretend to be happy in front of each other, now I feel that if we could open up and talk , won’t have so many regrets. Thank you, I think if he knows, he must also like such an excellent child like you.”

Meng Ge thanked happily: "Thank you, I just want to take care of you with a more suitable reason, and hope to be blessed by God, so that God will give us a chance to get to know each other again."

The smile on the corner of Zhang Ye's mouth froze suddenly. Although it was a favor that was close and did not have to be repaid, after he admitted it himself, he still felt a little burdened in his heart.

A chance to get acquainted again?How can it be?

But I have to say that Meng Ge is a very gentle man. He really respects his mother. He lights candles, sings birthday songs, cuts cakes, and even cooks. His mother shed tears of joy several times.

Zhang Ye watched with great emotion. If he was still alive, even if he didn't like men, he would be willing to fall for this man.

This night's dream is warm and slightly sour, but it is undeniable that his heart has also become sweet.

When Wang Mei came back from the outside, she turned on the light and saw the gift box on the tea table. She wanted to open it curiously, but first she read the note pressed under the box: "Merry Christmas, my son loves you."

There was a beautiful hat in the box. She couldn't help but wet her eyes when she looked at it. She held it in her arms and took a deep breath. She gently opened the door of her son's bedroom, walked to the bed and put it on his forehead. A kiss, whispered: "Baby son, mom loves you too, sweet dream!"

After Christmas, the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more tense. Zeng Qiao's hands were not yet sharp, and his posture of holding the pen was very unnatural when writing.

But Zhang Ye knew that he was really in a hurry. This time the final exam will be ranked. Even if his father donated a library to the school, it is not sure whether the school will invite him out of a class based on his grades.

So Zeng Qiao didn't even bother to gossip, and often asked while holding the bread in one hand, "Zhang Ye, how do you do this question? Why can't I always remember how to use the formula?"

No one cared that there was a seat at the back of the classroom that had been vacant for several days. It was only when Teacher Li said that Zhao Rong had applied to drop out during the class meeting that they realized that there was one person missing in the class.

Teacher Li just said: "Everyone has their own choice, and the road ahead is very long. It doesn't matter whether the final result is good or bad, as long as you are worthy of this year's hard work. Of course, the teacher believes that you are all great."

Zhang Ye snorted coldly, as expected, Chen Lan was really a capable woman, and she didn't know what method she used to make Zhang Tiancheng desperately find a way to send Zhao Rong abroad.

Regardless of other things, anyway, there are no eye-obstructing people around, and even the air is much cleaner.

Zhang Ye was about to take an exam, so the make-up classes at the Liang family stopped.In fact, he felt that it was no different from usual, but because of Zeng Qiao's relationship, he would patiently accompany him to finish his homework, otherwise he would have just lay on the bed and met Zhou Gong.

Zeng Qiao was also a little annoyed that he didn't have enough brains. Seeing that Zhang Ye had already yawned several times, he said, "Go to sleep first. I'll think about it myself. If it doesn't work, I'll do it tomorrow."

Zhang Ye was really sleepy, and he didn't know what he said, he was lying on the bed like sleepwalking, and he didn't know which country he went to.

Zeng Qiao pondered for half an hour before he finally figured out the step he was stuck on. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see Zhang Ye's arm exposed outside the quilt. He walked over to help him cover the quilt, and was about to leave when he heard Zhang Ye murmured, "Meng Ge, don't be like this..."

Zeng Qiao's body froze suddenly, brother Meng still?who is thisWhy have you never heard of Zhang Ye?

Zeng Qiao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and warned himself as if he had never heard it.

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