At the end of the square is a patchwork of paulownia with overlapping lights and shadows, and further in front is the steps that extend down to the school gate, where you can see the girls' undulating breasts and hormonal excitement.

After all, although it is already autumn, the dog days have not yet passed, and there is still a sense of heat, and boys and girls inevitably have short-sleeved shorts.

Of course, because of the start of school, those girls in hot pants have been very restrained, and changed into breathable white autumn school uniforms, thin, transparent, if they are wet with sweat, they can't help but exclaim at a glance.

Fang Ning passed by two boys who were squatting in the shade of a tree and pretending to tie their shoes, and heard the following conversation: "Wow! This little lotus is just showing sharp corners, but it looks like a potential stock." "Well, this pair of bright moons is close to the chest, super fierce!"

"......" Fang Ning.

As the successor of socialism, he certainly does not have the same bad taste as these two guys.

It's just that you can peek at it, after all, it's puberty, and hormonal restlessness is understandable, but you two still use poetry to describe it, it's really ......

He thought about it in his mind and popped out two words, "sullen".

This was just a small episode, and Fang Ning didn't meddle enough to remind the girls who were sweaty and sticky.

You can't run up to them and say, "Hey, girl, your clothes are so thin, sweaty, and you're gone, and there are two whores on them who are spying on you in full view and chanting poetry." ”

It's also too spoiling for a little freshness.

Shake your head and shake the jumbled thoughts out of your head. Fang Ning walked down the steps.

Dad Fang stood in the shade of a tree next to the guard's room to hide from the sun, and there was also a man next to him, wearing a black summer shirt, with a thin figure, looking a little like a teacher in ancient times.

Dad Fang was a person who couldn't be idle, so he chatted with him after a while. I learned that this person is also surnamed Fang, and he is still from his own family, and then he came to send his daughter a bed and bedding like him, and now that his daughter has signed up, he is waiting here. Immediately after that, the two chatted about the education and growth of their children, and found that there was little difference, or that parents in the world were the same.

Fang Ning came down from the steps, and when he saw his father chatting with others, he frowned slightly, feeling that this person looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"This is your Uncle Fang, come and say hello. Fang's father called him.

"Hello uncle!" Fang Ning said honestly.

Fang Boxun was full of smiles, and praised him like most elders, he should study very well.

Fang Ning knew that these were kind words, and he wouldn't take them seriously, face them with a smile, and if you are serious, you will lose. secretly glanced at Fang Dad, signaling him not to chat, first arrange the things to be done in the dormitory, and it was not too late to talk again, but Fang Dad didn't pay attention to him at all, but continued to pull Fang Boxun to chat.

So Fang Ning had no choice but to stand beside him obediently and let the two of them talk about life.

It's just that the people who came after a while caught him off guard, and even a little embarrassed.

Fang Zhou and the girls came along the guard's room. She wore a shirt, dark jeans, long flowing hair, and a slight smile.

Like a literary young man who is as comfortable as the wind and light as an arrow.

Fang Ning always feels that literary and artistic young people are synonymous with hypocrisy, they yearn for love, but they are addicted to fantasy, but there is always a gap between fantasy fairy tales and reality.

Although Fang Ark is a literary and artistic youth, he is not hypocritical.

Maybe this has something to do with her character, she is cheerful, always full of positive energy, even if her confession is rejected, she just smiles and nods to accept the reality, and does not say hypocritically like other young women, "You, probably my last trouble." ”

In terms of intimacy with friends, the former Fang Zhou is definitely Fang Ning's good confidant, but people will always grow up, like Ming Nannan, Fang Zhou and others in the past, they all passed by his world, and then hurriedly beat their horses past, leaving only Cheng Xi alone.

Because of all kinds of things, the relationship between the two gradually became cold to the point of distance, and in the end, they didn't even say goodbye, and they never crossed paths.

Occasionally, when I was lying in bed late at night and couldn't sleep, I also thought about why it ended like this, and then I thought about it, probably because I didn't want to disturb.

Fang Ning had a Cheng Xi by his side, and Fang Zhou also had another him by his side.

In fact, it is not too uncomfortable to miss someone.

It's uncomfortable that after missing that person, you can't even be a friend.

When a person who once liked you put away his heart and lungs, no longer swaggering, but put on a cold mask, this feeling is even more difficult to face than a stranger.

Of course, what can you do if it's uncomfortable, and you can't die.

Time is the greatest and most forgiving thing, and it always heals all wounds.

Fang Zhou was a smart girl after all, and she quickly reacted to what was going on in front of her, without embarrassment or other expressions, just nodded to each other, did not speak, and stood beside Fang Boxun very well-behaved.

The sun fell through the branches, and the ground was full of spots, and the streamers swept by.

This scene is really harmonious.

"Fang Ning, Class 14 of the third year of high school. Fang Ning introduced himself.

"Fang Qianwen in the first class of the third year of high school. The Ark spoke.

The two introduced each other very tacitly, as if they had met for the first time.

Fang Ning and Fang Zhou were all gathered, and the two parents naturally didn't want to stay any longer, probably because of their fatherhood, but they were not so sensitive, they left each other's phone numbers, and took Fang Ning and them at the door of the men's and women's dormitories, and parted ways.

Fang Ning and Fang's father tossed for two hours to make the bed in the dormitory, cleaned the sanitation by the way, and bought some fruits and the like to distribute to the other students in the dormitory, which can be regarded as a relationship.

Dad Fang saw that there was nothing to do, so he explained a few words, stuffed some money and went back.

At noon, Cheng Xi went to occupy a seat, Fang Ning lined up to eat, and met Fang Zhou again.

Fang Zhou lined up at the third window, and there was a boy standing in front of her, very tall, white and clean, standing facing Fang Zhou, talking about some interesting topics, suddenly he was stunned, his eyes were obviously a little hesitant, obviously recognized Fang Ning coming, Fang Zhou also reacted and turned his head.

The boy suddenly grabbed Fang Zhou's hand, his eyes were slightly wary and proud, like a victorious general showing off his spoils, yes, the meaning in his eyes was expressed to Fang Ning.

In the face of such a naked show-off, Fang Ning didn't feel like he was blocked, he just felt very naïve, maybe it was different from standing on the commanding heights, maybe he just had a good impression of Fang Zhou from the bottom of his head.

Fang Ning glanced at Fang Zhou, nodded at her, and stopped looking at them, concentrating on his own food.

When Fang Ning and Cheng Xi finished eating, put the plates at the tableware stacking point, and walked out along the corridor, they saw that Fang Zhou was the only one left sitting in the corner and eating with his head down.

Cheng Xi said, "She's alone. ”

Fang Ning shook his head, understood what she meant again, nodded, and sighed, "Yes, alone." ”

The two walked out of the cafeteria and greeted the sun.

Cheng Xi tilted his face slightly, spread his hands in the shape of wings, breathed deeply, and turned his head sideways to him, "I think this is a good start, today's sunshine is very good, the future days are very long, and there are still many things worth cherishing." ”

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Toast the east wind, and calmly.

Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?