The transparent glass bottle was cleanly washed, with an iron cap on the top of the bottle, and a thin rubber ring wrapped around it, which was stained orange and yellow by the juice. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Xuezhi stared at the rubber ring in a daze, and stared at it, a warm current that was hotter than a bottle swished out in his heart, and his hot heart was very comfortable.

"Finished playing?"

Fan Xuezhi came back from home at the same table, sat in his position, turned his head and asked.

Fan Xuezhi came back to his senses violently, put the juice bottle back into the desk with the fat sleeves of his school uniform, and raised his eyes to look at the same table: "Well, it's over." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and quietly shook the warm glass bottle, feeling happy in his heart, as if he had a little secret of his own.

"Huh? What's this? The same table took out a glass bottle from the desk and held it up: "It's still hot?" ”

Fan Xuezhi looked at the glass bottle that was held high and was stunned, the orange color was clanging in the bottle.

The same table was very happy, and unscrewed the cap of the bottle quickly, and the fragrance of oranges soon overflowed: "Ah, orange juice!" ”

Hao Huidan at the front table turned his head, smiled and bent his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "It's sweet, someone from Hui'an's family sent it over at noon, and it was still a little hot when I drank it." ”

Fan Xuezhi was very happy at the same table, tasted two sips, and also whispered: "It's so delicious, An Anke really has a heart, I just thought yesterday that it would be nice to be able to drink something hot on a cold day, and she brought it today." ”

Hao Huidan nodded again and again: "That's right, I was pleasantly surprised when I received it." ”

Fan Xuezhi bit his lip and watched his table drink orange juice one after another, and the glass bottle that was full before quickly bottomed out.

I thought it was a unique warm card and was careful, and I got a good relationship for a long time, and everyone took care of it, and no one was left behind.

Fan Xuezhi silently withdrew his gaze, and there was obviously a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

The question type of the monthly exam is much simpler than usual, it may be that most of the courses offered in the new semester are new, and the beginning is all about the basics, as long as you memorize the formula, you can basically apply it to the questions.

He Anan still took the first place in the class, and Fan Xuezhi actually took the third place, and he was one point higher than He Anan in mathematics.

The roll came down, and Sun Cong'an came over from the back row and squeezed around Hao Huidan: "Fatty, hey, let me take some place, I'll copy the answer." ”

Hao Huidan glanced at him: "I hate it, who is the fat man!" With that, he stood up and twisted his waist to go to the third row of his good friend to chat.

Sun Cong'an failed the exam again this time, ranked outside the thirty places, and was pointed at his nose by the teacher and reprimanded.

He An'an was very worried for him, and reached out to help spread out the scroll: "You can't go on like this, you have just started school and have been left behind, how can you get rid of it in the future?" ”

Sun Cong'an obviously didn't pay much attention to this matter, stretched out his head to look around, and seeing that there was no one else, he hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "At the same table, I found that what you said was too right." ”

"Huh?" He Anan was stunned by his brainless words.

Sun Cong'an's tone was filled with irrepressible joy: "Feelings really need to be fought for. ”

When He An'an heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Sun Cong'an with rare gossip: "What? Did you confess? ”

Sun Cong'an waved his hand, smiling a little shyly, he was white, he blushed when he was shy, and reached out to lift the roll to block half of his face: "That's not true, but I've already acted." ”

"How?" He An'an was curious.

Sun Cong'an laughed, like a cat stealing a fishy one, looking sinister: "I won't tell you, I have to take this matter to heart, and I'll turn it out and enjoy it for a while!" ”

"Dead!" He Anan was amused by him, he turned his head and glanced around the class, but he didn't see which girl seemed to have feelings for each other with Sun Cong'an.

After the monthly exam, someone in the school team department began to go down to the classes to pick people, it is almost the Qingming Festival, the school has to sweep the tomb, and it is necessary to clearly select tall male students in each grade to be responsible for carrying wreaths, and a few beautiful female students walk in front of the class with white chrysanthemums to lead the team.

He An'an is beautiful and good at studying, and when the team department comes to pick people, she is directly pushed up by the teacher to be the candidate.

Fan Xuezhi was also selected, although he was not the tallest in the class, but the spirit of the chief was handsome, and he wore a dark blue school uniform on his body, looking at the green and green and particularly vigorous.

Two days before sweeping the tomb, the team department called the selected people together, and practiced extraordinarily, He An'an's work is relatively simple, just walk in front of the class with a chrysanthemum, no need to kick the right step, and do not need to pay attention to the queue spacing, the requirements are not as strict as in the sports meeting.

Fan Xuezhi and another male classmate in the class had to walk from the school to the martyrs' cemetery with a wreath more than one person high.

On the day of training, He Anan found Fan Xuezhi and was worried about the injury on his arm.

The two stood in the line and talked in a whisper.

"Is the wreath heavy? Did you take it in your arm for so long? Why don't you talk to the teacher about a change? He Anan was not at ease.

Fan Xuezhi looked down slightly at He An'an, who was standing in front of him and needed to raise his head slightly to speak: "Worried about me?" ”

He Anan reached out and pinched his injured arm: "Aren't you worried, can this arm work?" ”

Fan Xuezhi smiled, and shook out a smile from the bottom of his eyes: "Why not, don't I play basketball every day?" ”

He Anan was stunned for a moment, and glared at Fan Xuezhi: "Can that be the same?" Do you play basketball and pose motionlessly? ”

Fan Xuezhi was choked by her, but he was not annoyed, his heart was filled with her worries.

As soon as He Anan cared about him, he was happy and proud, with two wings on his back, feeling that he could go straight to the sky.

He was willing to let He Anan have him in his eyes, he didn't think it before, he thought he just wanted to be good to her, spoil her, hurt her, and protect her.

Now that feeling seems to have changed a little again, becoming dissatisfied, and I want her to be good to herself, thinking about herself, thinking about herself, and wanting to know that her weight in her heart is different from others.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, the weather was gloomy, the dark clouds were pressed overhead, and even the wind that blew seemed to reveal such a gloomy atmosphere.

Jiang's mother put a white turtleneck sweater on He An'an under the school uniform, and a small cotton coat on the outside of the sweater, and finally put on the fat school uniform top.

He Anan followed behind the army with chrysanthemums in his arms, leading his classmates towards the martyrs' cemetery. (To be continued.) )