I remember coming home that day and being scolded by my mother for the noodles in the pot mixed with the white liquid and melted into a mess. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since then, my mind has been like a pot of noodles tangled together, and I can't find a viable breakthrough.

I often think, what kind of person am I in Song Zhun's eyes? What kind of label would he put on me? Rogue? Selfish? Rebel? Indifferent?

Looking at the words he arranged in the homework book, he immediately smiled helplessly. It's all derogatory, no wonder he looked at me with inquiry and speculation.

It's also surprising that a good student with a halo like him saw a depraved delinquent teenager like me fighting. It's not that you can't avoid it, but you say that you want to be friends. I think any normal person would think that he is brainless.

If I hadn't vaguely seen the sincerity in my eyes, I would have taught him a lesson under the guise of sarcasm.

Seems like I'm weirder in comparison, right?

So it took a long time to get used to his sudden arrival and his unconscious changes. When I really can't figure it out, I will even follow his footsteps and walk into the library with a calm atmosphere.

Take out one of the most boring books, sit where he can't see, and learn the curvature of his fingers to smell the same piece of air.

Winter break was fast approaching, and on the eve of exams, I forgot to bring my school bag to school to take home the big piles of textbooks. I can only choose to move by hand when everyone else seems to be walking out of the classroom with great ease.

It looks embarrassing, but it's better than going back to school in the afternoon.

So, walking out of the school gate on thin ice, I was ready to take the books to the nearest scrapyard to sell them.

The cold air hit his bare fingers, and he couldn't hold on anymore and walked to the side of the road, stepped on the flower bed with one foot, and then put the gravity of the textbook on his straight thigh, trying to rest for a moment.

When I walked again, I had placed the scarf that had been wrapped around my neck on the top of my textbook, and then it hung down naturally on both sides, just enough to cover my hands. But it still can't resist the hostility full of winter.

Then I found that Song Zhun, a good boy with serious and good roots, seems to like to suddenly burst out and make people don't know how to be good.

So I rolled my eyes unhappily and gave it to him, but I didn't mind, and asked with a smile: "Jiang Nian, don't you really need friends?" ”

I simply stopped and looked at him seriously, "Are you really sick?" ”

Then I can't wait for his stunned expression, how will he refute me. Or simply tear off the disguised mask and argue with me.

The two girls who rushed forward behind him were in the middle of me and him. I reflexively frowned and took two steps back, watching his outstretched hand stop in the air.

Approaching the holidays, there are always many people who are willing to confess their long-cherished objects at this moment of separation. As if the odds of success would be higher.

In fact, when I first entered high school, I also received a lot of love letters and gifts from girls. But as their true nature is gradually exposed in trivial matters, it seems that they have shifted their goals.

Of course, I'm not discouraged, after all, I haven't met a girl who makes my heart flutter for so long.

After a cursory look at the girls who took the initiative to show favor to Song Zhun, he buried his head in the heavy book in his hand and was inexplicably a little impetuous.

I think I'll have to hurry home or I'll miss lunch.

The day I held the report card in my hand was the last time I saw Song Zhun before the start of my senior year of high school.

After he cut his hair short, his smile became a little shy and shy. I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch my excessively long hair, and I couldn't help but complain, this kid's heart is too big. Cutting your hair in the winter, not afraid of freezing?

He seemed to hear the voice in my heart, so he would look straight at me surrounded by several girls.

There is no bangs to cover, those deep eyes, bright and straightforward, as if a few more glances can see through my whole person as terrifying.

So I looked away as fast as I could, and the numbers on my report card appeared in front of me without any resistance. Something like failing the test, it really shouldn't be my turn to be sad.

"Is Song Zhun a genius? It's too powerful, I did so well in all my homework. "Before I walked out of the classroom, I heard more than one or two girls talking.

Crumpled the papers in his hand and tucked them into his trouser pocket. If I say I'm a little jealous of Song Zhun, who is too perfect, will you scold me? No way? It's my business after all!

Due to the temperature difference, I didn't dare to show my hands, so I clenched my fists and shrank into my sweater, and I looked like a little old man when I hunched my back.

This is also why after getting acquainted with each other, the first thing Song Zhun did was to turn over last year's gloves in the summer, and stuff them into my schoolbag when they were dead or alive. Exclude socks that time, after all, the meaning of rejection and acceptance is different, although it is the same person who is kind.

"I'll use it again next year," he said. ”

I said, "Then you can't send it next year!" ”

He shook his head in a matter-of-fact manner, "You have such a bad temper and an uncertain personality, I'm afraid that by next winter, we will have a falling out." ”

“……。”

After the short winter vacation, the winter gets old so fast that when you change to another season, you can't get used to it.

On the first day of school, I put on my newly bought coat, and when I walked downstairs, I said hello to the grandmother in a Tang costume, and I went to the school with my schoolbag in a happy mood.

The bus drove through several stations and a large group of people in school uniforms got off at the same time, and the doorman always sighed when he saw me, and his lines seemed to always be the same sentence, "Jiang Nian, this kid is obviously quite sensible, why do you always make the same mistake?" ”

He was referring to my different outfit and my overly long hair.

Sure enough, at the end of the opening ceremony, he was named and educated. The head teacher walked up to me with his hands behind his back, his face was embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Nian, if you don't cut your hair tomorrow, I will personally take scissors to help you cut it." ”

Just kidding, right? How could I possibly let a guy with bad breath touch my hair.

So I decided to go to the barber shop after school.

But I couldn't calculate it by all means, and the head teacher would arrange Song Zhun who looked very reliable to be by my side because he was not worried about me, and told me to watch my hair cut before leaving.

I think the head teacher is also angry and has lost his mind. Even if the hair is over, the school uniform, can't I still be a demon?

Just as I was thinking like this, Song Zhun inexplicably raised his hand behind him and touched my hair, and sighed with a brainless voice: "Actually, Jiang Nian, you look good like this." ”

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