After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

After breakfast, the two of them went to school.

The sky is already clear, but there are some puddles on the road.

It was very cool in the morning when it just rained. Fu Chenyan was wearing a thick coat from Bian Cong. The two of them rode a car, and Bian Cong sat in the back seat of the car, clutching his clothes emptily.

Pedestrians came and went on the road, wet and cold air penetrated into the nostrils, while absent-mindedly recalling the dream he had last night, he didn't hear Fu Chenyan asking him to lift his feet, and the water splashed all over his body.

"Fu Chenyan, what are you doing! Did you do it on purpose!"

"I told you to lift your foot."

"..."

"What are you thinking?" Fu Chenyan asked.

"No, nothing."

It's nothing to blame, he was still thinking about the dream last night, that dream was so outrageous, so outrageous that he never knew whether it was his own dream or the subconscious imagination in his mind.

He couldn't believe that he actually dreamed of Fu Chenyan, and also dreamed of him...

dreaming about him...

As soon as I recalled it, my face started to burn again.

He dreamed that he got up in the morning and pushed open the bathroom door to wash up. He saw Fu Chenyan with his upper body naked and wearing only a pair of trousers. He pointed to his abdominal muscles and said to him, "Do you want to touch it?"

"..."

Just fucking outrageous.

Just as he was thinking of this, Fu Chenyan suddenly slammed on the brakes and hit his back directly. Because of his instability, he hugged his waist subconsciously.

Fu Chenyan didn't wear much, so when he hugged her like this, he could feel the outline of his waist.

As soon as his face was burned, he immediately let go and coughed twice as if nothing had happened.

Fu Chenyan turned his head to look at him, and explained: "Suddenly the light is red."

"oh oh."

"what happened?"

"What, what's wrong?"

"Is it cold?"

"Ah, ah?"

"Your face is very red." Fu Chenyan said.

"..."

"Yes, it is quite cold."

When the green light came on, Fu Chenyan said as he walked, "Leng can hug me."

"Never."

Fu Chenyan smiled, "Shy."

"I, I, you," he stammered for a long time without saying anything, and then he said angrily, "Get out of here."

When they arrived at school, after parking the car, the two walked to the classroom together.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he ran into Jiang Hao'an who came out to fetch water.

"Hey? Cong Ge Xue Ba, why did you two come together today?"

"I met on the road."

"We came together."

The two spoke at the same time but gave different answers. Jiang Haoan looked at them both in a daze, "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Bian Cong felt guilty, "Go ahead and ask me if you have nothing to do."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the schoolbag from Fu Chenyan's hand and entered the classroom.

It was still early, and there were not too many people in the classroom, so he sat down and took out his homework from last night, preparing to grind the math problem that he hadn't solved.

Fu Chenyan also came over and sat down at this time, he glanced at him lightly, and took out his textbooks to do his own business.

The class was surprisingly quiet. While looking at the paper with his head propped up, his thoughts had already flown by the time he read the questions for the third time.

He still can't believe that he dreamed of Fu Chenyan, and it was such a colorful dream.

I just don't get it, it's fucking outrageous.

But having said that, what happened in the end in the dream.

Did you touch it?

"Tsk," Bian Cong poked the paper with his pen angrily, "Why did I forget it?"

"What?" Fu Chenyan asked suddenly.

Bian Cong was startled, and hurriedly said, "None of your business."

"Okay," Fu Chenyan paused, and suddenly turned his head to look at him, "But have you been so dishonest in your sleep?"

"what?"

"You kept moving around in your sleep last night."

"Damn it!!" Jiang Hao'an, who had just returned from receiving the water, heard such an explosive sentence before he could sit down.

"Are you two asleep?"

"..."

"You, me, me, he, he..."

He stammered for a long time, and didn't say a single word.

Fu Chenyan smiled and said, "Just kidding."

"Scared me," Jiang Haoan heaved a sigh of relief and went back to sit down, "I thought your relationship was so good."

"..."

Bian Cong stared at Fu Chenyan, and warned in a low voice: "Bastard, you want to die, don't you!"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm nervous? Why should I be nervous?" Bian Cong said, "I'm afraid people will misunderstand."

"Misunderstanding what?"

yes?Misunderstanding what?

Fu Chenyan: "Huh?"

"Well, you are big, don't talk to me, you are annoying."

Fu Chenyan couldn't hold back, and laughed in a low voice.

"You still dare to laugh?" Bian Cong felt that he was being provoked, and he stared at Fu Chenyan, "You think you are honest when you sleep? It wasn't you who co-authored the sleep talk last night?!"

"..."

Fu Chenyan's heartbeat started to speed up inexplicably, he blinked a few times quickly, "What did you say?"

Bian Congxin said, how do I know what you said, and I didn't listen.

"Just, just say..." Bian changed the subject, "Eh? Want to know? I won't tell you yet."

Fu Chenyan: "..."

After regaining the game, he cheerfully picked up his pen and looked at the question again while his mood improved.

At this time, Fu Chenyan didn't have the mind to do the questions. He was a little confused and panicked, for fear that he would say something beyond the outline.But judging from this reaction, he probably didn't say anything wrong, otherwise he definitely wouldn't be humming so heartlessly like he is now.

Thinking of this, Fu Chenyan heaved a sigh of relief.

The exams in the third year of high school were very frequent. There was one exam every three days and one exam every week. People who took the exam were numb.

During the National Day holiday in October, the third year of senior high school only had three days off, and the rest of the time was spent in school, although most of the time was spent in self-study.

This evening during the self-study class, there was no one in the classroom, and he was lying on the table while struggling with a math problem. Compared with other subjects, his math scores were not so good. In order not to lag behind in the college entrance examination, he now puts I spend all my spare time doing quizzes.

"Bian Cong?" Fu Chenyan called him suddenly.

Unable to figure out the answer, Bian Cong kept frowning, "Why?"

"I have something for you."

"what?"

He didn't hear the answer, so he stopped writing and looked over at him.

There was a small square cake on Fu Chenyan's table, and he was putting candles on the cake.

"What are you doing?"

"Insert a candle." Fu Chenyan said.

"Nonsense, of course I know you put the candles, I mean why you put the candles."

Fu Chenyan inserted the candle and lit it with the lighter. After finishing all this, he held the cake with both hands and placed it on the side table.

"Happy Birthday Bian Cong."

With a snap, the edge fell from the pen in his hand.

He looked at Fu Chenyan in a daze, and said, "What?"

"Happy birthday," Fu Chenyan looked at him, "."

"How, how do you know?"

"I saw the calendar on your desk that day," Fu Chenyan explained, "The cake is a bit small, and the eighteen candles can't fit in it."

Bian never knew what to say or how to react, he just felt his heart beating fast and his chest was warm.

It would be a lie to say that he is not moved, this is the first person in my impression other than his family who specially remembers his birthday and prepares a cake.

"Make a wish before blowing out the candle, it's about to go out." Fu Chenyan said.

Bian Cong nodded vigorously, made a wish on the little cake, and then blew out the candle.

"What wish?"

"Keeping it secret, it won't work if you tell it."

"Is there another saying?"

"Of course, a wish is a wish, it must be a wish that needs to be assured."

Bian Cong took down the candle and asked him, "Do you have a knife?"

"Why do you want a knife?"

"Cut the cake," Bian Cong said, "Half for each person."

"Eat it," Fu Chenyan smiled, "It's such a small one."

"No, you have to eat what you bought."

"But no knife."

"Then what should we do?" Bian Cong looked at the cake in a bit of trouble, and suddenly he remembered that there seemed to be a fork in his lunch box, "Yes!"

Fu Chenyan watched him take out his lunch box and split the cake into two pieces with a fork.

"I'll give you the small one, and I'll eat the big one, okay?" Bian Cong said, "If you have an opinion, you have to keep it. I'm the birthday star and I'm the oldest today."

Fu Chenyan smiled, "You will not be the biggest one day."

After dividing the cake, I took a piece from the fork and tasted it, "It's delicious."

"I'll buy it for you next time."

"Where is the next time? I will go to college next time on my birthday, and we are not in the same place."

Fu Chenyan paused, put down the cake and looked at him, "Bian Cong."

While eating the cake, "Huh?"

"Which university do you want to go to?"

"Of course it's the best one," Bian Cong held a fork in his mouth, "What about you?"

Fu Chenyan was silent for a while, and said, "Same as you."

I never thought about his words carefully, only thinking that Fu Chenyan is also going to be admitted to the best university.

After being quiet for a while, Bian Cong asked again: "Fu Chenyan, why did you buy me a cake?"

"I don't know," Fu Chenyan said, "I just want to buy it."

Bian Cong was eating the cake, and asked without hesitation, "Being courteous for nothing, you must be in love with me, right?"

Fu Chenyan stopped, and almost choked on a bite of the cake. He swallowed the cake, looked at it, and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

Bian Cong was so focused on eating that he casually said, "Me too."

Because of his words, Fu Chenyan's face turned red with the naked eye, and he buried his head in eating the cake, not daring to look around any more.

After eating the cake, he scraped off the cream and said, "When is your birthday?"

"January."

"What number?"

"Number two."

"The day after New Year's Day?"

"Ah."

"Okay, remember."

Fu Chenyan originally thought that Bian Cong remembered this sentence just casually, but one day before the New Year's Day holiday, Bian Cong said to him, "Fu Chenyan, are you free tomorrow?"

Fu Chenyan said yes.

"Then we will meet at Erhei's kennel tomorrow."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's your birthday," Bian Cong said, "By the way, let me make up my math."

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