After Mu Fei's reminder, I remembered that last night when this cargo grabbed my arm and didn't let me go, I happened to take the change handed by the proprietress, and because I was distracted to break free from the clamp of this goods, I casually stuffed the change into my trouser pocket. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I looked at Mu Fei's stingy appearance, and without saying a word, I took out the change from my trouser pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and snorted coldly: "You just came here for this?" Frugal enough!"

Mu Fei took the money in my hand with satisfaction, and replied as a matter of course: "It should be mine, no matter how much, it is mine." ”

I also nodded in agreement, and my tone was calm without a trace of ups and downs, "So don't come to me to drink in the future, wine is such a thing, at my age, I only drink with friends." ”

"Haha, that's right, your friends in Jiang Nian have been carefully selected, but why don't you even have a decent friend until now? I'm taking pity on you when I'm looking for you to drink, you know? ”

"You don't care about this, it will never be you anyway!"

He pressed my shoulder angrily, then leaned over to his ear and whispered: "Don't say what I say too infatuated, Jiang Nian!" Otherwise, you will be disappointed in the future. ”

I raised my hand and touched the back of his head, and smiled playfully: "Mu Fei, don't use the word "later" in our conversation, I just want you to disappear, can you fulfill me?" ”

Unexpectedly, Mu Fei's body stiffened for a moment, but when I pushed him away, he came back to his senses in time and took a mocking angle, "Why don't you ask yourself to disappear?"

I thought about it, but I couldn't argue with it, because he was right.

Since the past, I have been a person with improper thinking, so I will drive away Mu Fei, the indirect victim of gossip, and now Song Zhun.

Saying that I want to be friends is actually a very common thing in the boy's world, but I have to treat him as an anomaly.

As everyone knows, I am a complete stranger in his eyes.

No wonder when he found out about this, he would go against what he said, and try his best to stay away from me.

And me? Why do you care so much about him?

In fact, to put it bluntly, he is just a little good-looking and a little more seductive when he laughs. No, my use of these words to describe him is a big problem in itself.

didn't have time to deny the absurd thoughts in his head, so he looked at it as lethal when he raised his eyes, and it could be said that he met Mu Fei's eyes weakly.

Seeing that he was originally fierce and was about to wait for me to answer, he relaxed.

Then, the thing that caught me and him off guard was that Song Zhun appeared inexplicably, and took my hand with a crazy and cool face, and forcibly slipped away with me without even throwing a front to Mu Fei.

Yes, it's slipped, no skin and no face, it's not cool at all.

To be honest, I wanted to shake off his hand at the time, but I stopped thinking because of the extra worry in that face.

See what he's going to do next.

As a result, the two boys ran to the bus stop holding hands and panting, looked at the slowly opening door, and stepped on without thinking.

When he took the bus card, he let go of my hand, and the whole palm was reincarnated by the cool breeze in the room.

I was amazed that I couldn't think of a way to deal with it for a while, so I had to hide my hands behind me lamely.

At that time, I didn't know what Song Zhun's life creed was?

World peace? Or is it to dissolve hatred with love? Or go for the top?

Well, I'll admit that none of this matters to me, because the two sides are in close proximity, and I simply think that this person's laundry smells good.

Like the strawberry-flavored ice cream I ate when I was a kid.

Of course, he didn't look at me from the time he got on the bus.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that he said sullenly with dissatisfaction: "I didn't expect you to be like this."

Listening to this kind of scolding tone, I couldn't help but laugh out loud in disbelief, and asked strangely, "How am I?" ”

He was a little angry, "Don't you know it yourself? ”

I apologized and asked, "Why, don't you know that I'm this kind of person?" ”

Before I could hear his answer, the bus arrived.

So my choice was to pick up my bag and walk out of the car with minimal regrets. When I turned around, the door was closed. Sitting inside, he glanced at me hurriedly, then awkwardly turned his head to look at the slow-moving scenery outside the window.

To this day, I can't figure out why he is angry, is it because he sees me who is willing to fall, and he feels sad and angry that the current teenagers are too bad?

After calming down, I thought that this person had obviously watched my face when I was fighting, and he said that he wanted to be friends with me.

Now, just seeing me and Mu Fei arguing a few words, they looked at me with a look of incurability. Also, why did he say this in an angry tone instead of a disappointed tone?

Anyway, I don't understand this person's brain circuits more and more.

The only thing I didn't dare to imagine at the time was what kind of expression he would use to me one day when he found out that I was actually worse than he imagined.

In order to answer these kinds of doubts, I began to speculate about him a little bit every day, and then meditated on it. The speed at which this simple process mutates is unaware of me.

Until one day in Chinese class, I was bored and supported my chin with the palm of my hand, and my eyes subconsciously cast in the direction of habitual.

Before the pupils could focus, the shadow in front of him became the huge body of the Chinese teacher. She hung down naturally with one hand and a book in the other, reading the text with emotion.

Occasionally taking two steps back, he turned around and walked back to the podium. Of course, I knew for sure that her next move was to step back.

That's why I kept staring in the same direction, patiently waiting for her to leave my sight.

Then, as I thought, after reading the last line of the poem, she moved slowly and gracefully to the podium.

And I was not as easy as she was in the audience, because I suddenly met Song Zhun's gaze, and just when I suddenly realized that the place where I was looking at the past had always been his back, and then I was sure that he would not be distracted to look at me, he took the risk of being discovered by the Chinese teacher and turned his head to look at me.

The sloppy and determined gaze contrasted sharply with my dodge.

Then we looked at each other for three seconds, and we couldn't think about the connection between man and the universe, so I turned my face away and went to see the Chinese teacher on the podium who was seriously flipping through the handouts.

Only then did I realize that the speculation and temptation of Song Zhun actually came from the doubt about myself and the feelings that I didn't dare to face up.

This book is derived from reading books