I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

The first time Zhuang Wenyao saw Shiyue, he was wearing an old white T-shirt, squatting, arching his back, grabbing a dead branch in his hand, and scratching something on the ground.

The autumn wind was blowing under the ginkgo tree, and among the golden fallen leaves that danced like butterflies, his back was immature and desolate.

Zhuang Wenyao's heart trembled inexplicably, relying on the curiosity and courage of a newborn calf, he sneaked over to him.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Wenyao wrapped his arms around his shoulders, as if holding a handful of bones.

He's so thin, Zhuang Wenyao thought.

I don't know who bought the rice and sprinkled some, but it benefited a nest of ants in the bottom of the wall.All of them were mobilized to transport food to the nest in full swing.

Shiyue spoke subconsciously, whispering softly, like raindrops at night: "An ant is so small, but it can lift things many times heavier than it. How does it do it?"

"Ask it!" Zhuang Wenyao picked up an ant and held it between his eyes with his fingertips. The two black eyeballs immediately fought, which was very funny.

"Hahahaha..." Shiyue laughed, her eyes were bent like crescent moons, and there was a pair of plump and lovely lying silkworms, her fair little face immediately became vivid.

As a child, an act of kindness was enough to make two boys of similar age become friends.That kind of friendship is also very pure, and there will be no barriers.

Unlike now, those who know each other pretend not to know each other.

Zhuang Wenyao thought sourly while standing in a military posture.

On the second day after registration, that is, the first day of military training, all freshmen put on camouflage uniforms and accepted the baptism of the scorching sun.

No. 10 Middle School has no strict requirements for military training. The instructors take each phalanx to the back of the teaching building, the back of the dormitory building, etc. for training.

But Zhuang Wenyao's class is quite special.

His grades in junior high school were not top-notch. Even in the third year of junior high school, the prodigal son turned around and struggled to get into No. [-] middle school.So he found a new way and participated in the "recruitment" selection of the No. [-] Middle School, and he was very lucky. He barely got into the door of the No. [-] Middle School Aviation Experimental Class despite the upper limit of height and the lower limit of grades. The subsidy and subsidies are simply a stroke of luck!

This is the first aviation experimental class of the No. 1 Middle School, with 2 students in Aviation Class 90 and Aviation Class [-].

They are not only high school students in their prime, but also young eagles in the blue sky of the motherland!

Therefore, correspondingly, the school has higher requirements on them, militarized management, and separate food supply, so that Zhuang Wenyao has never eaten other delicious food in the cafeteria except for the hamburger, cola and chicken popcorn on the day of registration. It is an airline special offer package.

But these are trivial matters. What’s terrible is that the military training is carried out under the strict guidance of the air force cadres stationed in the school. The shade and rest time are avoided.

The uniform blue camouflage uniform of the airline class is thick and hard, and the sweat drips down from the steam.The hat is stuffy but does not shade the sun, and the belt is also itchy.

The young eaglets are all junior high school graduates, have never lived in school and suffered hardships, and now they have no place to cry: it is more like a torture than a training!

"In such a big playground, there are only two of us in the aviation class. Let's line up!" Taking advantage of the instructor's turn around, Zhang Yeran secretly talked to Zhuang Wenyao under his voice.

Zhuang Wenyao: "I don't even have a tree, what's the use of this row of noodles..."

"Ahem! Don't think that I can't see your little moves!" The instructor didn't turn around, but still paced leisurely, and just turned his face slightly, Zhuang Wenyao was startled, as if he had eyes on his back .

The instructor is the company commander of the air force.He turned around and faced the phalanx. There was no wrinkle in his navy blue military uniform, and his piercing eyes flashed with a stern and solemn look: "Whispering, what are you talking about! Can't bear this difficulty? Think of Qiu Shaoyun back then, burning himself in flames and standing still! You would rather sacrifice yourself than expose your target! You are the future pilots of the motherland, and the fighters who guard the blue sky of the motherland! You must follow the example of the martyrs..."

A whistle sounded in the distance, twelve o'clock arrived, and the morning training was declared over.

The coach followed the rules and terminated the lecture: "It's time, the squad leader should lead the team to the cafeteria. After the lunch break, lead the team to gather, and you must be here at two o'clock! If anyone is one second late, I will let him stand for the whole afternoon! Got it! ?"

"clear--"

All the students made a long sound, almost like howling.

The instructor's eyes widened: "Be quick! Still not active in eating?"

"understand!"

Everyone lost their temper after being exposed to the sun all morning, and they would be so hungry that their chests would stick to their backs, but even if they were too lazy to move, it was considered a state.Not half a day has passed, and no one has come out to form a team.

"Oh, by the way, you haven't had time to select class cadres, have you?" The instructor glanced around and casually pointed at Zhuang Wenyao, "It's just you, acting class leader."

Zhuang Wenyao was taken aback: "Huh?" No disaster!It was obviously Zhang Yeran who hurt his friend who started it, but I was the one who was persecuted!

"Ah what, come out!"

"Yes!" No way, just bite the bullet!

"Ahem," Zhuang Wenyao raised his voice, "Run—go! One two one, one two one..."

Aviation Class 1 marched towards the cafeteria at a sparse pace, followed by Class 2.

As soon as I arrived at the cafeteria, as expected, the students in the ordinary class were almost finished eating, and only the aunties who took meals at the "exclusive" window of the aviation class were looking forward to it.

Students from the two aviation classes occupied eight long tables of 12 people, and 90 big boys in blue camouflage sat and cooked together. There was an inexplicably special atmosphere and momentum, which attracted the attention of ordinary class students.

A little girl with double ponytails in an ordinary class collected the tableware after eating, and when she passed by Zhuang Wenyao and his table, her eyes kept glancing here.

Zhuang Wenyao buried his head in eating hard and didn't pay attention, but Yuan Jiawei, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be equipped with a radar. He was extremely sensitive to the girl's eyes, and he stopped eating. He raised his chest and head, raised his chin at the girl, and slapped his tongue .

The girl blushed all of a sudden, bowed her head and walked away quickly.

"Ouch——" Zhuang Wenyao accidentally witnessed the whole process, and was so disgusted that he almost spit out the rice, "Stop harassing other girls!"

"Fuck," Yuan Jiawei scolded with a smile, and gave him an elbow with a good feeling about himself, "Don't spread rumors, brother, I'm a hot boy, single and flirtatious!"

"Looking at the complexion, he is indeed a 'warm man'..." This man was too confident and arrogant. Zhuang Wenyao wanted to lose his anger by saying a few words, but suddenly he was attracted by the large LCD TV on the opposite wall.

I saw the school badge of Rongcheng No. 680 Middle School on the upper left corner of the TV screen. Two students, a man and a woman, were sitting upright and broadcasting the news with a smile on their faces: "Yesterday was the day when freshmen from Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School registered. The [-] strongest freshmen The arrival of them has injected fresh blood into Yizhong! Listen! Their steps are firm and powerful; look! Their postures are full of vigor..."

The screen changed to the bustling campus yesterday, where the freshmen and their parents were busy, and the volunteers from the second year of high school interspersed to point them in the direction, carry luggage, and answer questions.

The host is full of words and full of emotion: "I believe everyone has seen the active figures of the volunteers wearing red ribbons. A year ago, they were also "Xiaomengxin" like everyone else. Under the guidance, the big family in No. [-] Middle School settled down. Now, it is up to them to pass on this love from seniors and sisters with practical actions..."

The camera cuts to a group photo of the volunteers. They began to arrange publicity boards and put up signs early in the morning before dawn. Their movements were busy and brisk, and their smiles were refreshing and relaxed.By afternoon, the freshmen had packed up and assembled in their air-conditioned classrooms.The volunteers were sweating profusely and were exhausted, but they still persisted and continued to clean the campus to restore it to its original clean and tidy appearance.

Finally, the camera gave a close-up of the back, it was Lu Zhiheng.

"Serving teachers and students, inheriting civilization. Enthusiasm and thoughtfulness is their purpose, and making freshmen feel at home is their goal. The seniors and sisters of the second year of high school, practice our No. [-] Middle School's "seeking truth with virtue, learning and practicing" with practical actions 'The school motto. Some freshmen recorded the scene of volunteers working hard and sweating profusely. This photo quickly became popular on the Internet, attracting the attention of students' parents and the public, and was praised by netizens as "the most beautiful back view"..."

On the screen, Lu Zhiheng turned his back to the camera and raised his arms sideways to show off the school uniform of heroic sacrifice.From the perspective of the backlight, the waist under the school uniform is faintly visible. Sweat trickles down the drenched fabric. Some gather at the hem of the shirt and scramble to drip. and waistband gap.

This is the back view!

For a moment, Zhuang Wenyao's heart was full of turmoil, and his breathing could not help but stagnate.Familiar feelings flooded into my mind, a thin and stubborn figure overlapped with the handsome and tall young man in front of me.

In the camera, Lu Zhiheng tilted his head slightly, lowering his eyes casually to look elsewhere.The afternoon sun was like strong wine, spilling on his body through the glass window in front of him, and the division between light and dark happened to fall on the young man's sharp-edged side face.His eyebrows are stretched, and the corners of his eyes are smiling.Different from the stylized ones when volunteering, the smile was relaxed and casual, and the lips moved and said something, as if they were acquaintances with the cameraman, and the two were joking with each other.

His bangs were sticking to his forehead with sweat, making it itchy.Lu Zhiheng flipped the dial casually, and a string of crystal clear water droplets fell down, as if glowing.Xu thought it was amused, he flicked his hair lightly, sprinkled more drops of water, and smiled brightly amidst the fine light spots of light gold, where the photo was frozen.

The hustle and bustle in the cafeteria stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the TV screen.The students were all attracted by the juvenile feeling overflowing the screen. After a short silence, they were even more turbulently amazed.

Good looking skin, smart mind.These are just innate things, not to be envied.But if a person has both beauty and wisdom, is gentle, friendly, humble and polite, like a candle, has a little heat and a little light, and passes the torch to everyone regardless of personal gains and losses, such a person is worthy worship.

Zhuang Wenyao was upset for no reason, lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, and the gentle, polite and distant words echoed in his ears again:

"Student, you have misunderstood the person, my name is Lu Zhiheng."

He is no longer that boy's only good friend, but has become one of countless strange juniors, an ordinary "classmate" who only deserves his polite and distant care, and can only be forced to look up to him like everyone else. It's really not a good feeling.

The students around were talking about it, but Zhuang Wenyao seemed to have erected a high wall around him, blocking out the voices of praise for Lu Zhiheng, and just ate his food angrily.

But this state didn't last long. After a strange calm, the noise of the crowd once again reached a level that could not be ignored.

Yuan Jiawei, who was beside him, nudged him lightly with his elbow: "Look, that 'Senior from Back View'!"

What the hell is "Senior from Back View"!

Zhuang Wenyao looked up, and the star that everyone was watching on TV was right in front of him!

Lu Zhiheng was still wearing his school uniform and blue shirt, but it should be another one.Unlike yesterday, the red ribbon and navy blue tie were removed, and the buttons on the neckline were unbuttoned, making him look more casual, but his back was naturally straight, and his temperament immediately improved.

He took the used tableware to recycle. It was just a common action that every student would do, but he attracted special attention because of his "senior halo".When passing by the dining area of ​​the airline class, it is even more pleasing to the eye compared with the green and immature eating of these "recruit eggs".

Discussions came from the students around me: "Didn't the second year of high school start school after our freshmen's military training?"

"You don't understand this. Senior Lu Zhiheng is in the experimental class. The experimental class starts a week earlier than the regular class, just in time to catch up with us."

"What is the experimental class, is it the same as our aviation experimental class?"

"Idiot, of course it's different! Our aviation experiment class is full of scumbags, and the experimental class is a class for students!"

Zhuang Wenyao's heart skipped a beat.

He really wanted to rush up and question him: Why didn't you admit that you are Shiyue?Why pretend you don't know me!

But he didn't.

Because he saw that there was a beautiful long-haired senior beside Lu Zhiheng, the two were talking and laughing, walking together.

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