"I think you studied science and engineering when you were in high school? The mobile phone in his hand had already been put down, and Tong Huan craned his neck to look at Geng Nansong who was sitting next to him.

"When I was in high school... I read a lot of miscellaneous books. ”

"High school, you are also too good, I still remember reading so many miscellaneous books, and you were the first in the grade at that time, and you were the first in the municipal joint examination at every turn..."

"You know?"

"How could I not know that my parents are all your high school teachers!"

Tong Huan remembers clearly, she was still in junior high school at that time. But because my parents are high school teachers, once there is a big exam, my parents will work overtime and stay in school to correct the papers.

The upstairs and downstairs teachers often go home together, and she stays at home alone and is very quiet, and when she hears the faint sound of talking and laughing downstairs, it is her parents and teachers who are back...

She still remembers the yellow light in the corridor when she opened the door and waited for her mother and father to come back.

Then you can see your parents and teachers talking and laughing upstairs, and most of the time they will more or less mention the "top student" in their school.

It's just that she didn't expect that the "peerless genius" she didn't care about in the mouth of adults at that time would become her husband....

......

Geng Nansong smiled when he heard this, and the red marks on Tong Huan's eyebrow bone also disappeared, but fortunately, the skin was not broken. "Is it still itchy here? Do you want a band-aid?"

Tong Huan came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, it's just that maybe I started to shave my eyebrows in the afternoon, and it will grow up after a few days." ”

"Then be careful not to scratch all the time. ”

"I'll pay attention, I've got a makeup record these days, I'll definitely pay attention. After Tong Huan finished speaking, he was attracted by the tinkling mobile phone.

Geng Nansong's gaze turned to the black hair on the side of his leg again, because of Tong Huan's action just now, some hair strands had playfully put on his legs.

Although he didn't feel anything at touch, with the blessing of vision, Geng Nansong inexplicably felt a little itchy in his thighs.

This is the rhetorical device of synaesthesia, also known as "transference", which communicates the sensations of different senses...

A piece of Chinese knowledge in high school suddenly appeared in my mind.

Geng Nansong's studies have always been very good, and since he entered the student days with exams, getting good grades in exams has only been a common thing for him. But for no reason, learning this kind of thing is a relatively easy thing in life for him.

If he is allowed to stay at home, he would rather stay in school and study. Many times, reading is more like a form of entertainment for him, allowing his messy mind to get a moment of leisure.

He didn't grow up in T City, and in his third year of junior high school, his family moved from City B to City T.

City T and City B are very different. As a small city in the south, Geng Nansong had never heard of such a place before, and it could even be said to be backward.

But he liked it very much, the first second he entered the city, the first moment he rolled down the window and floated in the first wisp of osmanthus flowers.

Different cities have different levels of teaching. For a long time as a new enrollee, he was self-taught. And he stayed alone at home for a long time, so it would be faster to live.

He has more time to do what interests him...

Unlike City B in the north, City T in the south is full of flowers all year round. Plum blossoms and pear blossoms in January and February, bauhinia and peach blossoms in March and April, and osmanthus fragrance from May to late autumn...

The streets of the entire T city are lined with osmanthus trees, and when the flowering season comes, the whole small city seems to be soaked in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers...

also because of the large number of flowers, Geng Nansong chose the high school farthest away from home. The campus of No. 2 Middle School blooms all year round, and what he didn't expect was that there was a person there who would make him a person who didn't pay attention to anything for a long time to come...

....

He skipped class in the evening self-study that day, and the evening self-study teacher after the joint entrance examination would be busy changing the papers in the office, and the management was very loose.

The classroom was so noisy that he simply came out.

There is a pavilion in the small garden on the left side of the campus, with lights under the pavilion railing, surrounded by tall juniper, few people and secluded.

At that time, he seemed to be reading Mr. Qian Zhongshu's "Synaesthesia"...

synaesthesia, which is synaesthesia...

"There is no wind and green cold, and the sun is not shining. ", also synaesthesia...

"Audio-visual return to the moon, noisy and indisputable", or synaesthesia...

He looked up and saw the bright white moon between the branches and leaves, and saw the man running past him with a large handful of gardenias.

It ran past him like that, and he didn't even have time to follow her with his eyes...

But he could still see her smiling face, and even saw that the gardenia in her arms was still hanging with water droplets...

The person in front of him disappeared in an instant, and only a faint fragrance of gardenia flowers drifted from the distant path, through the branches of the hooked vines, and slowly drifted to the tip of his nose.

Then it travels down the nasal cavity into the body, reaches the lungs, passes through the heart, and travels throughout the body...

The heart in the chest seems to be a little sensitive to the fragrance of flowers, and it seems to be about to jump out of the mania.

My head went blank except for the phrase "I hheard flowers that sounded and notes that shone." ）”。

.......

"Nansong?" Tong Huan felt that his legs were a little numb after lying down for a long time, so he simply sat up.

Seeing that Geng Nansong, who was sitting on the side, seemed to be a little depressed, and it seemed that he was not in a very good state, so she simply called him.

Geng Nansong seemed to be shocked for a moment, and then came back to his senses. "It's okay, I was thinking about things just now. ”

He sat up in a bit of a panic, "I suddenly remembered that there was still some work to be done, so I went to the study." ”。

Tong Huan watched Geng Nansong stride into the study, and wondered in his heart. It's the first time I've seen Geng Nansong have such a weak expression...

Is it a lack of heart? What is there to be a good heart? Is the work not finished? Too dedicated. Tong Huan scratched his messy hair and continued to eat melons in the hot search on Weibo.

.......

Sitting in the dark study, Geng Nansong stared at the only power light in the room and was stunned.

Leaning heavily on his seat, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying in vain to block out the image in his mind...

It's just that the more I try to escape the memories in my head, the clearer it becomes.

The heaving of his chest increased, and Geng Nansong could clearly hear his heavy gasps in the empty room....... It's like returning to the incompetent self at that time.

Reaching for a business card in a drawer next to the desk, in the darkness, fingers slowly sliding over the sharp edges of a piece of paper...

I don't know how long it took, but he squeezed it hard, and the solid business card was clumped up and thrown into the paper basket.

......

I don't know how long I sat in my chair until I heard some noise outside the door.

The sound of footsteps walked from the living room to the opposite bedroom, and it didn't take long for them to come out again, and the sound gradually decreased.

It is estimated that Tong Huan is about to rest, so he took out his mobile phone and took a look, it was already more than ten o'clock...

He threw his phone down the table and leaned back into his chair.

The light from outside peeked through the doorway, and he couldn't help but remember the wrist he had clutched tightly when he woke up in his sleep last night.