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After Song Jia said this sentence that night, he quickly went to bed, and refused to say anything more. Chen Chuan had never been in contact with confession and love in his past life, and he let Song Jia escape in a daze - at that time, the love in each dormitory was not personal, whether it was a boy or a girl, it was bound to be taken out to share, evaluate and even compare.

Of course, Chen Chuan has no experience in such a group life - he went to school before high school, and after high school, he had only one roommate, and his personality was quite domineering, and he had not yet had the opportunity to experience the kind of dormitory life full of ambiguity and subtle envy.

The next day, between classes, Chen Chuan heard a complete version from other classmates: a girl in the next class asked the girl in their class to send a letter to Song Jia, the content of which was probably what Song Jia said, and then hoped that Song Jia would give her a reply, tell her directly or write a letter.

It was a time when students were still willing to put pen to paper and write something. Electronic means of communication are becoming more and more abundant, but computers were not available to every family at that time, and the most common way for students to access computers was Internet cafes -- many former good students were also addicted to the Internet and ruined their future -- although the efficiency of China Post was as desperate as ever, there was no harm if there was no comparison, and express delivery was still fashionable in those years, and the postal service was still the majestic boss.

Song Jia couldn't hold back his over-exuberant desire to talk after a night - he ran to Chen Chuan at lunchtime, so that Chen Chuan had to speed up his meal, otherwise Song Jia seemed to have the urge to pour the food down his throat.

"What are you anxious about?" Chen Chuan's mood was not very good because he was almost choked on eating too quickly, and he sighed loudly in a secluded place, that is, in the corner of a small garden hidden by overgrown flowers and trees, and by the way, pulled his sleeve out of Song Jia's hand and said, "Can you wait until I finish eating?" Or you can say it in the cafeteria. ”

"There are too many people in the cafeteria." Song Jia vetoed, and then he looked left and right like a thief, but his face slowly turned red - this is not rare for Song Jia but simply unique, Chen Chuan secretly regretted that he didn't have a camera or anything, otherwise this scene would be recorded as one of the evidence to ridicule Song Jia, according to a certain TV series in the future - "It's really excellent".

Song Jia lowered his head and kicked the stones on the ground, and finally spoke before Chen Chuan ran out of patience: "Do you say I want to agree?" ”

Chen Chuan, who was in a fugue, let out an "ah".

Song Jia had to grab Chen Chuan's shoulder and shake it vigorously, and he almost yelled in his ear: "I said, do you think I should agree?" ”

Chen Chuan finally reacted. He was at a loss for a while, "what do you want to say or not" swirling in his mind for a while, and finally Song Jia's eyes that were about to breathe fire reminded him well. Before Song Jia couldn't bear to strangle Chen Chuan, this guy who had no wind and snow in his personality finally matched the question with the answer: "Ah, you said that ......" He said slowly, walking a few steps and leaning against a yellow cypress tree half the thickness of his body, "This matter is your own, right?" I don't know if you ask me this kind of question. ”

"What do you mean it's my own ......," Song Jia muttered dissatisfiedly, "Are you my brother?" ”

"Even if it's a brother, you can't help it." Chen Chuan was unexpectedly calm on this kind of question, "Besides, no matter what I say now, in fact, you can't listen to it, right?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"If I persuade you to agree, then your grades will be bad in the future because of early love, and I won't die of guilt? If I persuade you not to agree, then what if you are willing in your heart but refuse because you can't wipe your face, and it feels uncomfortable to think about it? Chen Chuan said with a peasant-like cunning and shrewdness: "It's best to make your own decisions about this kind of thing, and whatever others say, there will be problems in the future." ”

Song Jia looked him up and down in surprise, "I really didn't expect it," he was surprised, "You actually have such a study of relationship issues, I didn't expect it." ”

Chen Chuan rolled his eyes at Song Jia rarely: "What is this?" He simply relaxed his body and squatted down, "There are many such things in the countryside, and everyone knows that this kind of thing is wrong for others to say anything, so there is an old saying in the countryside that it is difficult to be a matchmaker." ”

Although Chen Chuan said this, Song Jia obviously did not intend to let him go. On the contrary, Chen Chuan's words sounded clear and reasonable, and it was simply the last straw for the current Song Jia - his own mind was very muddled, and he was so happy that he was only smirking and full of pride, and for a while he felt that it was not a good thing to be decisive in early love, and it was a tragic word to be known by teachers and parents.

"Just tell me, you're my brother," Song Jia walked over and squatted opposite Chen Chuan, "I really have all my thoughts now, but I think everything is wrong." ”

Chen Chuan glanced at him with considerable suspicion: "Didn't you have as many girlfriends as you had with Fang Ping before?" ”

Song Jia was very rare, and was choked by the hillbilly Chen Chuan.

After 2010, at least in Chongqing, puppy love is no longer a problem. Located in the southwest of the municipality in the open atmosphere, for this kind of children's love almost family wine, many parents even choose to turn a blind eye, as long as it does not affect the grades, then everything is easy to say. But at the beginning of the two thousand years, early love was still the high-pressure red line of many families, Song Jia's parents were considered knowledgeable, but they still began to guard against it strictly after Song Jia went to high school, and they knew too well what strange things could fifteen or sixteen-year-old ignorant young people do under the guidance of their physical instincts and subtle affection for the opposite sex.

Song Jia coughed twice, and stammered in front of Chen Chuan: "Oh, that's all, that's all," and finally simply said, "Just kidding." ”

"Are you kidding?" Chen Chuan looked at him suspiciously.

Now that they have said this, Song Jia has no scruples. He nodded with a big grin: "It's just kidding." I was in junior high school as a day school, and every day when I came home half an hour later, my mother forced me to tell me where I had gone, and if a girl called me, it would be even more terrible, I would pick it up at the end of the line, and my mother would listen to it next door with an extension. ”

Speaking of this, Song Jia was depressed, he sighed, boredly pulled out a grass stalk on the ground and played around it in his hand, and said: "I told my mother countless times to ask her not to do this, but my mother directly told me that it is too early to talk to her about privacy, when I can earn money and stand on my own, and when it is not too late to talk about privacy again." ”

Song Jia's mother, Li Xia, had a very good impression of Chen Chuan. Elegant manners, decent conversation, even for his son's classmates are the same. Chen Chuan went to Song's house and met Li Xia a few times, and the accumulated goodwill was about to overflow the sky. But even Li Xia, who is a model of a mother in Chen Chuan's heart, actually has such a behavior towards her son.

Most Chinese parents have one attitude toward their children's privacy: they scoff at it. They firmly believe that the complexity of society cannot be faced by children with gentle personalities and white as paper (regardless of the authenticity of the truth). What parents can do is to build a wall of 360-degree unidirectional transparent glass around their children, and they almost want to use an electron high-power microscope to see the atoms of everything that can be analyzed.

"So what I said to Fang Ping is a joke." Song Jia said: "I guess Fang Ping is about the same. Oh, no," he suddenly laughed twice, "From some of Fang Ping's words, I think I should be more unlucky than me." ”

Think about it, too, Fang Ping's father from the Education Bureau.

"So I'm inexperienced. Don't talk about this, you can give me advice quickly," Song Jia patted the grass slag on his hand and stood up, and by the way, he also pulled Chen Chuan up, "You obviously have an opinion." ”

"Then I'll say it," Chen Chuan stared at Song Jia and asked him to make a guarantee: "You must promise that nothing happens in the future and you can't blame me." ”

"Guaranteed, guaranteed." Song Jia raised three fingers and said nonsense: "I promise that everything will have nothing to do with you in the future, okay?" Then he couldn't wait to urge: "Hurry up, say it quickly." ”

"If you want to agree," Chen Chuan exhaled and said slowly and seriously, "Then agree." If you want to agree but refuse for some other reason, you'll think about it for a long time, right? ”

This is Chen Chuan's sincere words.

Chen Chuan, who had hardly any experience for Song Jia in other respects, had rare experience as a bystander in this kind of matter.

When he was in junior high school, there was a big incident in the town where Chen Chuan studied.

Two senior students were found to be in love, and under pressure from teachers and parents, the two agreed to break up. I thought it would be okay, but I didn't expect the two of them to feel unwilling, and they actually re-started their love in the underground secretly, and when they were found for the second time, the boy was almost killed by the woman's parents, and Chen Chuan's classmates told him mysteriously: "I heard that the girl is pregnant with a child." ”

At that time, Chen Chuan, including their classmates, only understood that pregnancy was that this was a thing that only married people had, and it appeared in a girl who was studying, and that girl must be "inappropriate and unself-loving". In the vulgar words of the countryside, it is shameless and inseparable from men.

Chen Chuan, who is only a junior high school student, can also hear infinite malice from these words, let alone the parties involved. Two students dropped out of school one after the other, and have not been heard from since.

The two poor classmates sighed later, perhaps it was the pressure from the elders that made them rebellious, which led to the tragedy. "If the teachers and parents didn't put so much pressure on them at that time, nothing would have happened," this is a conversation between a certain student and Chen Chuan later, "At that time, I was only a teenager, I didn't understand anything, and after a while, I faded away, on the contrary, the more you managed, the more they felt that they were right." ”

In the end, the speaker sighed and said that both of them had good grades, and if this had not happened, they would have been able to completely change the fate of themselves and their families in the college entrance examination in the second year.