Qin Fan, who was sitting stiffly in his seat, was full of all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and the teacher on the podium, with the occasional floating eyes, either contempt, ambiguity, or schadenfreude.

It's an illusion, an illusion. Qin Fan cheered up and warned himself that not everyone knew about his relationship with Ding Yun.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Qin Fan relaxed with relief.

"Qin Fan, come here. The history teacher walked to the door after class and turned around to greet Qin Fan. Qin Fan rubbed his stiff face and walked towards Teacher Su in a sneering manner.

The two came to a secluded corner in the southeast of the school, Qin Fan handed over a cigarette, but was slapped down by Teacher Su, and said in a low voice: "How long are you going to be fascinated?"

Qin Fan popped out another cigarette from the cigarette case, and asked pretending to be ignorant, "Teacher Su, what did you say?"

"Don't pretend to be confused with me, you can't do anything now, if you really like her, you must learn to let go, the two of you are together, there is no happiness, do you think you can come together without the blessings of family and friends?" Although Teacher Su didn't mention who it was, Qin Fan knew who he was talking about.

After a moment of silence, Qin Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and asked with a wry smile, "Where is she now?" I want to see her. ”

Su An said calmly: "Fanzi, wake up, this is absolutely impossible, you still want to make a big deal about it, isn't it, stupid!

Seeing Qin Fan hang his head, Su Anping remembered what Principal Luo had explained at noon, and tried his best to persuade him in a gentle tone: "She has completed the resignation procedures yesterday, and now she should leave Gaocheng, and your business will end here." You still think about your future, besides, can the two of you really come together?" Principal Luo entrusted him to appease Qin Fan, for fear that Qin Fan would be confused and do stupid things.

Before leaving, he snatched the cigarette from Qin Fan's hand and scolded: "Smoke less at a young age, and you and Zhao Xuemei are at the same table as you in school, pay attention to the influence, how old do you learn Qingqing and me, you are simply a bastard." "Another one who hates iron but not steel.

Teacher Su didn't leave for long, and Wu Yu walked in.

"Are there any cigarettes?" Qin Fan asked, Wu Yu took out half a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, popped out two cigarettes, handed one to Qin Fan, lit it for him, took a puff and asked: "You have to at least behave better these days, I always feel that someone is staring at us." ”

"Why don't you put gold on your face and stare at you?" Qin Fan took two sharp puffs and said disdainfully.

"That's what I mean, mainly staring at you. Wu Yu sneered. Then he asked in a very obscene whisper: "Fanzi, tell me, do you really have a leg with Teacher Ding." ”

"Get out, get out, get out, is this something you can ask?" Qin Fan said impatiently.

The smoke dispersed in front of his eyes, flicked the ashes, and turned his head to Wu Yu and explained: "Don't talk nonsense with the army about this, do you hear it!" Wu Yu agreed, but his eyes were rolling in his bones, and he was roughly sure that what he heard was true.

Qin Fan remembered something again and asked, "You saw Dong Min, how is she recovering now?" Wu Yu smiled to himself, now that his own affairs have not been resolved, he is still in the mood to ask Dong Min's situation, it is really heartfelt. Seeing Qin Fan glaring at him, he hurriedly said, "The things you asked me to bring have been brought to her, Sister Dong Min is recovering well, and she said that she can go to school tomorrow." As for Sister Wanqing's situation, I don't know very well. ”

"I know that you are hiding here, why are you smoking so many cigarettes?" Xuemei also followed the sound and reached out to pinch the cigarettes in the hands of the two of them.

"What the hell is going on?I didn't come to school yesterday, and today you have become weird, what are you hiding from me?" Looking at Qin Fan and Wu Yu, who were silent, Xuemei asked suspiciously.

Wu Yu smiled dryly: "What's the matter to hide from you, he and I are just hiding here to smoke a cigarette, no, I'll catch you properly." You talk slowly, I'll flash first. As he spoke, he didn't wait for them to answer, turned around the corner and disappeared.

Smelling the smell of smoke on Qin Fan's body that had not yet dissipated, Xuemei frowned slightly and asked, "Brother Qin, are you still worried about Sister Wanqing's affairs?" This is also the thing she can think of today, the biggest thing that bothers Qin Fan.

Qin Fan looked at her quietly, not knowing what she meant by this.

Xuemei said aggrievedly: "You say, how do you want me to help you?"

Qin Fan hugged Xuemei distressedly, Xuemei, who loved him, was already humbled to the dust, and held out a flower.

Why did he let the beautiful girl in front of him be so wronged by himself.

Kissing Xuemei's hair, Qin Fan muttered, "Xuemei, I really don't deserve your liking, I'm just a bastard, a first-class scoundrel." ”

Xuemei covered his mouth with her hand, not allowing him to say any more, put her head on Qin Fan's chin, and hummed: "No matter who you are, I like it." ”

Smelling the girl's body fragrance, Qin Fan was speechless for a while.

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Qin Fan, who was lying on the bed, looked at the ceiling with wide eyes, knowing in his heart that he couldn't go to Sister Yun anymore, she was hiding from him and not seeing him, she was actually protecting him. Although it is more sad, it can only be like this, maybe Sister Yun's sadness is even worse.

After all, this relationship between the two is not visible, and they can only not see each other for their own happiness, maybe they will never see each other again in this life.

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The last day of the eighty-eight year.

All the classes in the third year of high school were arranging the scene of the New Year's Day party, and Tang Yi pulled Xuemei, Zheng Huihui, Wei Hong, Liu Xiaoying and other dozen girls to set up the table, and put wallflowers on the wallflowers, while others were sharing candy, peanuts, melon seeds, and so on on on each table.

Qin Fan couldn't remember the scene of the New Year's Day party in previous years, and sat in his seat with interest, watching the girls chirp and laugh, and the boys each competed to show their hands at the party.

Wu Yu poked Qin Fan and asked, "What program did you prepare tonight?"

Qin Fan watched Wu Yuhe marching happily, and asked, "What program are you preparing for?"

Wu Yu smiled and pointed to the army and said, "We are only responsible for eating." Marching into the stuff and nodding again and again, Qin Fan looked at these two guys and was speechless, thought for a while and asked, "Didn't the three of us sing "Wisdom Fight" together before?"

"Pull it down, that's that year. Wu Yu shook his head, indicating that he had forgotten all the words, "I haven't forgotten!" said Jin Jin with his cheeks puffed.

"Then it's decided, you come to Diao Deyi, and the army comes to Hu Chuankui. ”

"Sister-in-law Aqing, who is coming, should you be singing?" Wu Yu asked.

"What's the matter, can't I come?" Qin Fan said confidently. Wu Yuhe stopped chewing and marched to look at each other, and suddenly the two of them laughed loudly.

The students in the classroom were stunned, and they all looked at the two guys who were laughing and angry. Qin Fan was also dumbfounded, he thought that he had sung it, and he could sing it well, had he ever been ugly before?

Tang Yi and Xuemei came running and asked curiously: What is so funny.

Qin Fan was puzzled, and said angrily: "These two ghosts are on the body." ”

Wu Yu smiled breathlessly and pointed at Qin Fan and said, "He wants to sing Aqing's sister-in-law!"

Tang Yi and Xuemei didn't think it was funny, Wu Yuqiang couldn't help but laugh and said to the two girls: "If you don't laugh when you listen to it, I, Wu Yu, will have your surname." ”

Qin Fan rolled his eyes, did Lao Tzu sing so badly before?