I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

When I was a student, the three views were not formed, I lacked the ability to think independently, and I tended to imitate others, so I was easily disturbed by the outside world.

So, Zhuang Wenyao thought, he must have been influenced by the strange ethos of "brother", "love you", "baby" and "daughter-in-law" in the class!

The more this is the case, the more we must stick to our hearts and not be incited!In the face of such big issues of right and wrong, we must maintain integrity, no, can, bend!

And even if he has some unusual feelings for Lu Zhiheng, it must be because they are in a "young tame" relationship, which is of course different from ordinary friends!It is reasonable to get closer, not to be confused with "that" liking!

Zhuang Wenyao has been hypnotizing himself for the past two days, forcing himself not to think about that.

Before the holiday came to an end, Zhuang Concubine, who was struggling alone, was finally flopped by Lu Huang, who was busy with everything.

When going to his house, Zhuang Wenyao was completely overwhelmed by the joy of seeing Lu Zhiheng soon, and all messy thoughts were completely forgotten.

After Zhuang Wenyao took a shower, Lu Zhiheng just finished his self-study.

"That...have you met Uncle Shi?" Zhuang Wenyao dried his hair and sat beside Lu Zhiheng.

"I've met." Lu Zhiheng said while tidying up the desk, "We had a meal together, I stayed at his place for one night, and came back early the next morning."

"Oh...how is uncle's leg? Are you okay?"

Lu Zhiheng frowned slightly, and shook his head: "I took him to the People's Hospital, and they said that the root cause of the disease was left behind, so it's not easy to heal."

"Ah?!" Zhuang Wenyao was startled, and scratched his scalp, "Then what should I do?"

"I'm still treating according to the doctor's advice, take your time." Lu Zhiheng looked at his worried expression, and changed the subject, "Let's not talk about him. Have you finished your vacation homework yet?"

"Uh... not too far, just a little... Hey!" As soon as homework was mentioned, DDL player Zhuang Wenyao glanced around with guilt, and was suddenly attracted by the tutorial book on Lu Zhiheng's desk, "What book is this? It's too It’s thick! It’s almost as good as Dad’s medical book..."

"It's a round of review handouts, covering all the knowledge points of high school, so it's very thick." Lu Zhiheng said.

"Oh..." Zhuang Wenyao opened the page to browse. It contained test center arrangement and sample exercises, and Lu Zhiheng had already finished most of the work. There were red pen outlines and annotations next to the neat problem-solving process. , "Wow...you are almost done! Did you do it during the make-up class two days ago?"

"No, when making up lessons, the teacher focuses on ideas. I did this when I went home in the afternoon."

Zhuang Wenyao was dumbfounded: "No way! Then your hand speed is too fast... If you asked me to do it, I wouldn't be able to finish one book, and you have finished so many books..."

"I can't help it. I didn't go to school for a month. I have to make up for the lost progress." Lu Zhiheng smiled wryly, "And the holiday is over, so we have to take the exam."

"That's right... the monthly exam for your third year of high school is just one touch?"

"Yes, there is no such thing as a monthly exam, a mid-term exam, and a final exam in the third year of senior high school. In the first semester, there are first, second, third, and fourth exams, and there are four basic exams. In the next semester, there are first, second, third, and fourth exams." , took four mock exams, and then went to the battlefield." Lu Zhiheng looked at Zhuang Wenyao's gradually collapsing expression management, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you perverted?"

"It's changed to the extreme!" Zhuang Wenyao felt that the future was bleak, "No, it's all messed up, okay! It's, it's a beautiful name..."

"Finding out is different from simulation," Lu Zhiheng said. "Finding out, as the name suggests, is to test the lower limit of your grades and find your own shortcomings. Simulation is just the opposite, it is to improve the upper limit of grades. So these exams in the third year of high school are better than each other. Simple, step-by-step building of confidence in students."

"Oh~ what's going on!" Zhuang Wenyao had a learned expression on his face: the school's arrangement makes sense.But he soon thought again, "Then, the first test is the hardest one?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, yes."

"Oh my god...how are you getting ready?"

Although Lu Zhiheng didn't need to worry about his grades, this time the situation was special: he missed a whole month of class!

Every stage of the third year of high school is fully scheduled, and the progress is being rushed every day.I can only find a way to make up for the part that I have left behind.

Lu Zhiheng smiled wryly: "It's definitely not as good as the students who review according to the school's progress, so I can only do my best."

"It's okay, brother, you have a good foundation, and you work so hard, you can definitely catch up!" Zhuang Wenyao looked at the densely written teaching materials, and suddenly had a thought, "Brother, these books will be useless after you finish the college entrance examination next year." right?"

"It should be useless. What's wrong?" Lu Zhiheng asked.

"Give it to me if it's useless!" Zhuang Wenyao blinked his big eyes expectantly.

Lu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, and then blinked subconsciously: "Yes, it is possible, but this kind of teaching aid will be updated every year, and I have already done it..."

"I just want you to do it! This is the book used by the future champion. It has great collection value!" Zhuang Wenyao said excitedly in a half-joking tone, "The composition you wrote for the midterm exam last semester I still have it."

"Composition?" Lu Zhiheng didn't realize it for a moment, "What composition?"

Zhuang Wenyao closed his eyes, speaking in a broadcast accent, and recited the poem he quoted in the article in cadence: "I am old without white hair, and youth is no longer you know? You will be weak and crowned as a boy, and you will not be famous if you are not a husband!"

"Think, remember, don't read it anymore!" He had read all his clumsy works, Lu Zhiheng was inexplicably ashamed, and quickly covered his mouth, "Why do you have my composition?"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled muffledly in his palm, and moved his hand away: "Because your writing is so good, our teacher printed out the answer sheet and sent it to us to learn what a high-scoring composition is like! Senior, Your writing is really good! I kept it in my collection and reviewed it every day, and I have read it by heart!"

"Also, there's this thing..." It turned out that all the sophomores in high school had seen it all!Lu Zhiheng blushed when he heard this, and was quite embarrassed, "It's not well written, don't read it."

Zhuang Wenyao said loudly dissatisfied: "A composition with a score of 59 is also called 'bad'? Then my composition with a score of more than 30 is simply not worthy of life!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Lu Zhiheng thought about it: more than 30 essays, it's really a bit low!

Turning around, he took a transparent folder from the bookshelf and handed it to Zhuang Wenyao.

"What is this..." Before he could ask, Zhuang Wenyao opened the file folder and took a deep breath: there are all the answer sheets of Lu Zhiheng's exams every time!The composition side faces outward, sandwiched in a transparent plastic film, and turned over one by one, it is a collection of composition for the examination room!The writing is neat, the font is beautiful, and the curly surface is clean. It is simply a work of art!

Lu Zhiheng turned his head, blushed and said in a low voice, "These are all my previous exam essays, and the scores were all above 55. Since you like to read it so much, then..."

"Thank you, senior!" Zhuang Wenyao was overjoyed immediately: The emperor's calligraphy must be kept carefully, of course!Grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, he held the file folder in his arms cherishingly, and asked aggressively, "Is there any English one?"

"Yes." Lu Zhiheng found another folder, "I usually practice a lot of English composition. In addition to the composition in the examination room, there are also some ordinary homework..."

"It's great! I feel that the composition of this test is stable!" Zhuang Wenyao smiled brightly, put the folder aside, and hugged Lu Zhiheng's waist from behind, "I love you so much brother~~"

"...?" Lu Zhiheng froze all over, and after a short pause, his heart started beating wildly, "What did you say?"

Zhuang Wenyao wished he could slap himself: Why can't you speak out of your head!

Lu Zhiheng is different from his coquettish and gay classmates, how could he make such a joke!

"Ahaha..." Zhuang Wenyao explained with a dry smile, "It's been popular in our class to talk like this recently! Hehehe..."

Lu Zhiheng still had an expression of being molested, but his brows were slightly frowned: "Do you talk like this with your classmates? 'I love you so much'? 'Brother'?"

"No, no!" Zhuang Wenyao waved his hands again and again, proving his innocence, "I just heard them say that all the time! I don't know how to talk like that myself, it's so disgusting! I just told you that... too..."

The following words suddenly lost their confidence.He suddenly realized a problem: Why did he say it to Lu Zhiheng without changing his face when he heard his classmates say that the "brother body" was popular recently?

What's wrong? !

"Okay, as long as you're happy." Lu Zhiheng straightened his mood and stood up, "You just watch, I'll take a shower."

"Okay bro, I'll wait for you on the bed~~"

"..."

Lu Zhiheng quickly left.

Snapped!

Zhuang Wenyao really slapped himself: What's the use of this mouth!

No, absolutely can't go on like this!

Zhang Yeran's words echoed in his mind: "Don't you think that the scale of the relationship between the two of you has already exceeded the scope of 'brothers'?"

Yes.

A word to wake up the dreamer.Zhuang Wenyao believes that it is necessary to pay attention to the scale of getting along with Lu Zhiheng.

Some jokes can't be messed up, otherwise, he might lose his.

Soon, Lu Zhiheng came back from the shower, and Zhuang Wenyao was still "seriously" studying the composition model.

"Still working hard." Lu Zhiheng sat down beside him, and a burst of fresh and soft scent of soap enveloped him instantly, "Didn't you say you were waiting for me on the bed?"

"...!" I don't know if it's because of the familiar smell or the unfamiliar tone, Zhuang Wenyao's heart beats faster suddenly, and his face is hot: Why does my brother seem to be a different person after taking a bath?Immediately stood up, "Then what... Tonight, I'll sleep in the guest room! Let's not sleep together..."

When Lu Zhiheng heard this, he quickly stood up, and his relaxed nerves became tense in an instant: "Why?"

"That, that..." Seeing his reaction, Zhuang Wenyao suddenly couldn't bear it.But he has made up his mind to "pay attention to the scale", so he still bites the bullet and says nonsense, "I...my uncle is here! I'm afraid I'll infect you!"

After speaking, he immediately took a few steps back to create a distance.

"???" Lu Zhiheng was very puzzled, "What are you talking about..."

"Oh... Anyway, let's sleep in separate beds!"

Zhuang Wenyao felt that he was going to be shaken soon, so he was so cruel that he was about to leave his room, when he passed by, Lu Zhiheng suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"A Yao, are you... mad at me?"

Zhuang Wenyao was taken aback for a moment, then looked subconsciously: "What's the matter?"

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes, with an inexplicable sense of guilt in his expression and tone: "This holiday, I'm either making up lessons or catching up with homework, and I haven't played with you much... Are you unhappy?"

"... Huh?" Zhuang Wenyao really didn't expect that Lu Zhiheng would think so!

"I'm sorry!" He was still trying to explain, his long eyelashes drooping, and his tone trembling slightly, "Because of the national competition, the course was delayed for a month, and the exam is about to take place. I am actually very anxious. I want to catch up with the progress as soon as possible... I am afraid that my state will affect you. And I also heard from you that the study and training of the second year of high school are very stressful, and you are also very tired. It is not easy to have such a long vacation. You should take care of yourself Rest, don't be disturbed by me..."

His voice gradually trembled, he sounded aggrieved, but more guilty, "I didn't mean to snub you...I want to play with you too..."

Zhuang Wenyao felt sour in his heart, and his mood was complicated and difficult to describe.

He is still like this, always consider others first, and his own feelings second.

Gan.

What is the scale of getting along, what is the range of brothers.

Fuck his scale, I just want to hug him now!

Zhuang Wenyao turned around without thinking, and hugged him tightly.

The boy's firm chests collided, but they did not separate, but stuck tightly together.The intimacy of this hug makes each other's body curves closely fit together with each other's breathing.

"Why am I angry with you? Why do you think so much?" In Lu Zhiheng's astonishment, Zhuang Wenyao stretched his arms around his thin waist, "And you are completely wrong, right now I should be the one to forgive You, not the other way around!"

"..." Lu Zhiheng hugged him subconsciously, "Ah Yao..."

"When you were in the third year of high school, you had intensive training and make-up classes, and you will have a monthly exam soon... no, once you touch it, the pressure must be extremely high! I just thought about this, so I didn't dare to disturb you, for fear of delaying you Time! What did you say that you are afraid of affecting my vacation rest... I am also afraid that my state will affect your study! Actually, I also want to be with you... But seeing you work so hard every day, the night Sometimes, I definitely need someone to take a good rest. I'm afraid I'll disturb you and cause you trouble..."

"Not at all!" Lu Zhiheng's tone became light and reassuring, "On the contrary, when I'm with you, I'm not so anxious."

"Really?" Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help but confirm it again, with a hint of surprise and expectation hidden.

Lu Zhiheng's answer was firm and solemn: "Really!"

Anxiety is a meaningless emotion.Although Zhuang Wenyao's temperament is lively and jumpy, when seeing him, Lu Zhiheng always has a sense of steadfastness, focusing on what he has to do now.

"……Great!"

The two boys hugged each other without any scruples, exchanging body temperature and heart.Where they couldn't see each other, their eyes were foggy, but bright and clear, like stars in the night sky.

Although after opening their hearts completely, they seem to have returned to the intimacy they had when they were young, but the gap of a grade exists objectively. Their life steps cannot be completely consistent, and they will encounter different contradictions at each stage.

But even so, the existence of the other party is still there, which can bring me a sense of solidity and motivation to move forward.

It's just that we separated for two months, and there was a small misunderstanding because of the lack of information exchange.

"It seems that we took being together for granted, but forgot to communicate well..." Lu Zhiheng said.

"It's like this... After that, we will always be together! Study together, chat together, and sleep together!" Zhuang Wenyao was caught off guard and hugged him to the bed.

Lu Zhiheng laughed, the beautiful lying silkworm puffed up slightly with joy, the corners of his lips curled up in joy, and he naturally hugged his shoulders and necks: "Well, let's sleep together!"

The two boys laughed together under the covers.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly felt relieved, the problem that had troubled him for many days was no longer a problem.

Why pay attention to the scale deliberately, can't let nature take its course?

Above AUO is above AUO, anyway, the relationship between him and Lu Zhiheng has already surpassed that of ordinary friends and brothers.

And Zhuang Wenyao can also feel that Lu Zhiheng has the same feelings for him, which is more profound than ordinary friends who exchange their feelings of companionship.

That's it, that's fine.

It's impossible to be a lover anyway.

It will never be possible.

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The poems quoted by Lu Zhiheng are excerpted from Yu Liangbi's "Poems for Teaching Children"