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Ji Yanli opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Everyone in front of him was looking at him expectantly, the Qilin twins were in the mood of watching a good show, Wen Yu had unrealistic expectations for his acting skills, and the fat man looked at him with sympathy and apology.

In the empty classroom, fine golden dust floats in the afterglow of the slanted sunset, giving everything the texture of an oil painting. The imitation paintings of abstract impressionism, fauvism and realism hanging on the wall are like an abandoned building. A dilapidated corner of the forgotten art palace.

But all he could see was the young man sitting in the armchair in the distance, crossing his legs, lazily resting his chin on the back of his hand, and staring at him without blinking.

Xi Ye's appearance is really outstanding, like the outline carved on a woodblock print with a knife, every stroke is like the result of the most daring artist waving his hand and calming down to slowly carve out the details.

The pupils are deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the tails of the eyes are narrow and upward. When he is not smiling, he seems not interested in anything because of the cold lines, but he looks up at people intently, as if he is always With a smirk.

"Senior," Xi Ye said slowly, "If you can't bark, I can teach you."

"Who, who said I won't do it anymore!" Ji Yanli seemed to have found his voice suddenly, the tips of his ears were burning hot, he cleared his throat, "Ah—"

Xi Ye chuckled, laughing so hard that Ji Yanli wanted to bury his head in his knees.

He Ziqi: "This is not a goshawk at all."

He Zilin: "It's not miserable at all."

Wen Yu was a little disappointed: "The two of them are right, um...how about we try a few more times?"

Ji Yanli raised his head, he wanted to do his best in everything, and the flames of perfectionism started to scurry in his heart again. He had made up his mind to finish this matter well from the moment he promised Wen Yu. The matter is called reluctantly. Doesn't he take his feelings too seriously?He can't even play an eagle without lines, he might as well be a mouse in his next life.

So many people are still waiting for him!

Ji Yanli was a little annoyed with himself, he immediately stood up, moved his numb feet, his eyes were sincere: "I'm sorry, I'll try again... Can you help me take off my glasses? It's about to fall off... Thank you, the beast .”

……

That day, Ji Yanli yelled "ah" over and over again, and everyone listened attentively as if he was singing tenor in a golden hall. Among the thousands of names and the emotions contained in them, Ji Yanli felt that his shame gradually became a street stall that could be bargained for three yuan a catty.

"It's not painful enough, do you have to have that kind of pain again?"

"There's no hollow...pleasure in the voice."

"Not enough grievances, not enough humiliation, not enough ravages, not enough whimpering... Oh, you are an eagle, I'm sorry I just made up something else in my head."

Ji Yanli was really hoarse, his originally gentle voice gradually became hoarse, like the Sahara blowing a storm.

Xi Ye was no longer staying out of the matter, so he leaned on one of the high stools and fed him some water from time to time.

Ji Yanli was in a daze, and he didn't understand how things had come to this point. He was squatting on a wooden stick suspended in the air, his hands and wrists were handcuffed, and the others were discussing the script loudly. Wen Yu's attitude towards art was particularly serious. Blushing and arguing with the Qilin twins.

And during the short break, he could only drink mineral water with Xi Ye's hand.

Xi Ye fell very slowly, the mineral water bottle only tilted a very gentle slope, Ji Yanli could only try his best to lick his neck to lick the intermittent falling water, the corners of his lips were wet, and the transparent water flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin, It suddenly fell onto the collarbone, moistening a piece of milky white skin.

Xi Ye looked down at him, screwed up the mineral water, and gently brushed his lips with the pad of his thumb, and his lips, which were light pink like petals, were gently pulled aside.

Ji Yanli licked the corner of his mouth and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Xi Ye sighed softly, and interrupted: "It's been long enough, it's been half an hour, let the senior come down first."

Ji Yanli thought how could it be only half an hour, he felt that a century had passed, enough to change the sea and change back.

"Oh yes, I'm so sorry." Wen Yu immediately turned around, "Fatty! Bring the chair here."

Ji Yanli was very grateful, but when he heard Xi Ye mutter, "What's the trouble?", he stretched out his arms to hug him. Ji Yanli was stunned, and the next second, he was already sticking to Xi Ye's chest, and he had both chest muscles at the same time It has two characteristics of firmness and softness, and radiates heat through a thin layer of fabric.

Like a big doll, Xi Ye easily hugged Ji Yanli upright.Ji Yanli squatted for a long time, his feet went numb when he landed, and he just fell into his arms.

Ji Yanli felt that his feathers were about to explode, but he didn't have any hands to support him, so he could only wait for Xi Ye to help him up like a tumbler, but Xi Ye was lazy, except for condescendingly stretching out his finger The tip helped him push the glasses up, and let him lean on them, and did not help him for a long time.

Xi Ye smiled lowly on top of his head and said, "Senior, why are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

The fat man who moved the chair half way: "..."

"I don't need the chair anymore," Wen Yu said immediately, "Fatty! Go get the handcuff key, it's on the table over there."

"What else can you do besides ordering me," the fat man muttered. "Damn it, I know the meaning of the bonfire, which is to burn yourself to illuminate others... pure natural light bulbs, fuck fuck."

In the second half, Wen Yu went to torture other people, including letting the fat man lie on the ground with red silk tied to his arms and dance continuously, simulating the flames of a bonfire dancing.

Ji Yanli was able to sit in his seat and hurry up to finish half of his homework, and then hurried to work. During the period, Xi Ye always followed him like a spy. Ji Yanli was afraid that he would follow him to the milk tea shop and see his ass with a dog's tail Plus the execution scene of "I am a bully" above the head.

Ji Yanli stopped and turned around, "Where are you going?"

Xi Ye said seriously, "You haven't told me to see you next time."

"Ah? Well, okay," Ji Yanli said, waving at him like a kindergarten kid, "See you next time."

Xi Ye: "Thank you senior for inviting me, I will come next time."

Ji Yanli cried out inwardly: "...you know that's not what I meant."

Xi Ye smiled and said, with a sincere and sincere expression, like a top-notch and pure junior: "I wish you more practice, senior, and your singing will become better and better."

Ji Yanli: "..."

He pointed Xi Ye with his finger, for a moment he felt that it was Xi Ye who had a problem and didn't run away, and for a moment he felt that how could he judge a gentleman's heart with a villainous heart, thinking that he was going to be bad.

He ordered for a long time, but couldn't speak, and fled away with his bag in his red face.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the pedestrian street is full of lights, feasting, and people come and go, and the milk tea shop is still the peak passenger flow.

After the evening self-study in the first year of senior high school, several girls wearing Hanlin's light blue autumn school uniform rushed into the milk tea shop chattering. Amidst the sweet fragrance and warm yellow light, they crowded at the front desk and chatted while playing with their mobile phones.

One of them said: "I'm so pissed off. I booked a photo of a senior in women's clothing, but the seller said he was bought out, and he sold nothing. Smart, do you want to make money?"

Another asked: "Which senior?"

"Which one else is there! Ji Yanli!"

With his back to the bar, Ji Yanli scooped up a row of empty cups one by one according to the labels with his hands quickly scooping out small ingredients one by one... almost shaking his hands and scattering the pearls all over the floor.

The tall one said indifferently: "It's not necessarily that the brain is not smart, it may be that the person who bought it out gave too much money."

The first girl stuck out her tongue: "When I become a rich woman, I will buy out my senior and let him perform a striptease for me!"

Ji Yanli clicked and shook the ice cubes and lemon black tea together...

"You're dreaming!" The other laughed, "Wake up, I think the senior and the chairman have been appointed by default."

"The senior has obviously made an appointment with the school belle."

"The school girl is so A, the dance at the finale of the welcome party really killed me," the girl held her heart and said, "Did you see her move on the floor? It's so handsome. I wished I could lie under her and let her Day me!"

"...Sister, restrain yourself, the whole country has heard it."

Ji Yanli put the prepared milk teas into the plastic sealing machine one by one and sealed them, while propping up the countertop to think, the school belle they were talking about should be Wen Yu. There was a parent meeting for Ji Yihe, so I didn't go.

It is true that Wen Yu learned to dance, but he never knew what kind of dance Wen Yu studied. In his imagination, it might be the kind of elegant and subtle Chinese dance, waving long water sleeves, and dragging the dance skirt like flowers Blooming gracefully, still hugging the lute, covering the face with light gauze.

What action is the sun floor? ? ?

Is this still the Wen Yu who ran for his life as if he had seen a ghost as soon as he stuffed the milk tea into his hand?

Does Hanlin have a second school belle?

Ji Yanli suddenly remembered the wave that He Ziqi made that seemed to be having an epileptic seizure, and Wen Yu had to dance before agreeing to join the crew. At that time, Wen Yu's face was so ugly that he seemed to be insulted.

Ji Yanli frowned a little bit... while wiping the body of each filled milk tea cup dry with a rag.

"Oh, yes! I saw a funny one in the bar!" A girl took out her mobile phone, "Did you know that during the sports meeting, someone was running around naked in the school!"

"Fuck, there's this kind of melon! Show me!"

A few seconds of brief pause.

"Tch!!!" They all sighed with disdain, and then complained in one voice.

"That's it?"

"I thought it was a handsome man! Damn it!"

"What's so good about just a pile of meat!"

"It's a lot of money to ask for a pair of eyes that haven't seen."

"Isn't a fat man's streaking streaking called streaking?"

"It's called polluting the environment... No, it's called exhibitionism. Does he have a mental illness? Still wearing short skirts? I threw up."

"I posted it hahaha," a girl burst out laughing, leaning back and forth, "You don't know, it's even funnier at the scene, when..."

Several cups of milk tea landed on the bar with a "bump" sound, interrupting their conversation and causing everyone to look up. The girl complained unhappily, "What's your service attitude?"

The people beside her were stunned and stammered: "Senior???"

There should have been a very funny scene in front of them. Senior Ji, who is usually dressed spotlessly in school, has the collar of his uniform buttoned down to his neck, walks like a crane and sits like a pine tree, and speaks under the national flag with a clear voice like a jade. Shi wore a cartoon headband of "I'm a Xueba" on his head, a beige apron on his body, several cups of milk tea in his hand, and a dog's tail wagging behind his back.

But none of them laughed.

The warm yellow light fell on the young man's soft hair, and the silver-rimmed glasses that were always gentle were only glinting coldly. Ji Yanli's long eyelashes were hanging down, and his amber eyes were rarely severe and cold.

His slender fingertips tapped on the screen of the mobile phone that was placed flat on the bar. It was a full-screen photo. The angle was a candid shot from a small woods. The focus was on the skirt being torn through the tree trunk. He was covering his crotch with his hand, blushing. on the fat man.

"Delete." Ji Yanli said softly, but his tone was unquestionable.

"he is my friend."