The winter holidays are coming to an end soon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Most students were quite unacceptable to this, and they were surprised that it seemed that only a short period of time had passed, and the holidays were coming to an end. When Lian Chen Chuan had to leave home to go to school, he looked at the hills that were gradually disappearing behind him, and he turned around in the seat of the old bus mixed with the smell of gasoline and smoke, and let out a long sigh.

Chen Chuan went to the bedroom and found Song Jia lying on the bed in a daze.

The pale golden sunlight poured in through the window, and the boy bathed in it, and his face seemed to be covered with a veil of light.

Chen Chuan was stunned.

"You're so early." Coming back to his senses, he greeted Song Jia.

"Oh......" Song Jia agreed weakly.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Chuan put down his things, walked over, climbed on the side of the bed, and looked at Song Jia worriedly.

"Nothing." Song Jia shook his head, he didn't know how to speak to his classmates, the sensitivity of the young man taught him that he needed to be silent at certain moments.

"Aren't you happy?" Chen Chuan asked cautiously.

Song Jia shook his head. "It's not."

"Something happened at home?" Chen Chuan asked tentatively.

Song Jia buried his head in the pillow. “…… I don't know what to say. A muffled voice came out.

"Then tell me when you want to." Chen Chuan nodded in understanding: "I won't be happy if I don't want to say something reluctantly." ”

Song Jia raised his head and showed an ugly smile at Chen Chuan: "I will definitely tell you when you want to hear it in the future." Song Jia assured: "Although I don't know if you will want to hear it." ”

Chen Chuan shook his head. "If you want to say it, then I want to hear it."

His expression was very serious, and Song Jia couldn't see the slightest neglect.

So this time he really smiled. "Yes."

At the beginning of the school year, students are always very scattered. Fang Ping yawned in his seat: "I miss my winter vacation. ”

"I think you're missing your bed." Zhao Mo hit him mercilessly beside him: "Look at the look like you can't wake up." ”

"That's no different from my nostalgic holiday." Fang Ping slumped on the table: "I spent most of the holidays under the covers. ”

"No wonder it looks fat." Zhao Mo's mouth was as bitter as ever: "The pigs in the pen don't have the fat growth method as fast as yours." ”

Ignoring Fang Ping's bluffing teeth and claws, Zhao Mo turned his head and asked Chen Chuan and Song Jia, "What about you?" ”

"Spent with Mom and Dad." Chen Chuan said with a smile, obviously in a good mood: "Then I went to the Liberation Monument to buy books before going back to school." ”

Song Jia didn't speak, and Zhao Mo glanced at him.

"Yes." He said vaguely.

And so that's the end of the conversation about the holidays.

After class that day, a girl from the next class came over and called Song Jia: "Song Jia, can you come out for a while?" ”

Chen Chuan asked Song Jia: "Who do you know?" ”

Song Jia shook his head, "I don't know." He got up and walked outside.

After a while he came back with a strange face, and then sat in his seat with a change of expression for a long time.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Chen Chuan pushed him.

"Not really." He said this and frowned, saying, "Not right. ”

Chen Chuan turned back and continued to do the question.

Song Jia came to the spirit instead. He poked Chen Chuan mysteriously, "Do you know what that girl is looking for me for?" ”

"I don't know." Chen Chuan was happy to do the question, and was very dissatisfied with Song Jia's harassment, and replied perfunctorily.

"She wants to find me," Song Jia lowered her voice, "playing friends." ”

"Oh, play a friend...... Chen Chuan looked up suddenly: "What!?" His voice was raised, but fortunately, it was the end of class, and it was not abrupt.

Chen Chuan reacted before Song Jia covered his mouth, and he asked Song Jia in a low voice: "Then do you agree?" ”

"Definitely not." Song Jia pouted, "That girl said that because I am very handsome, she wants to find me as a boyfriend." After saying that, he was a little angry: "My value is just to be handsome!?" ”

Chen Chuan lay on the table and smiled: "That girl has a good eye." He laughed and trembled: "It's really not your fault that you're handsome." ”

"Chen Chuan!" Song Jia pounced on Chen Chuan's neck.

Chen Chuan told him again and again.

Song Jia let him go. He was still indignant: "My merits are not one hundred but ninety-nine, and it can't be just because I'm handsome!" ”

Chen Chuan looked at him dumbfounded, and said for a long time: "I've seen a thick-skinned person, but I've never seen a thick-skinned person like you." ”

Song Jia said, "Isn't it? ”

It just so happened that Zhao Mo came over and heard it and asked what it was.

Chen Chuan told the truth.

Zhao Mo was silent for a moment, and then said, "Definitely not." The tone is sincere and strong, and there is no room for doubt.

In the evening, the two of them went back to the dormitory, and Song Jia, who was silent all the way, suddenly asked Chen Chuan: "I really have no advantages?" ”

Chen Chuan was stunned for a moment.

"Why do you ask?"

Song Jia was a little aggrieved: "When Zhao Mo said no during the day, you were all laughing......

Chen Chuan sneered: "You're not, you're still thinking about it, Zhao Mo is joking." ”

Song Jia angrily accused: "You're laughing too!" ”

Chen Chuan was a little sneering.

"That's not what I meant......" He felt that this kind of thing was really difficult to explain, especially for Song Jia, who was obviously getting into the tip of the bull's horns.

In the end, he had no choice but to say: "Song Jia, you have many advantages. ”

Song Jia stopped, and the moonlight flowed faintly on the young man's body. He looked at Chen Chuan and slowly spoke: "Chen Chuan, don't lie to me. ”

Chen Chuan was in a trance.

Song Jia continued: "I will take it seriously. ”

Chen Chuan bit his lip, he looked directly into Song Jia's eyes, nodded his head, and nodded again: "Really, I didn't lie to you." ”

"In the future, when Zhao Mo and they laugh at me, you are not allowed to laugh."

"Hmm."

After the results of the first monthly exam of the new semester, the expressions of the math teacher and the Chinese teacher when talking about someone are in stark contrast.

"The math teacher commented on Zhao Mo's paper when he was in class in the third class," Fang Ping said with a smile: "The focus of his comment seems to be what is called basic error." ”

Song Jia smiled happily. He has always believed that Zhao Mo's pain is the source of his happiness, and he is especially willing to stimulate him on Zhao Mo's death hole.

"However, Zhao Mo's language paper was also taken for comment, it is said that it is because it is closest to the standard answer." Fang Ping then revealed another piece of news.

Chen Chuan looked envious.

The person in the center of the topic looks like he doesn't care at all. He held his book in his seat in a posture that had not changed for ten thousand years, and looked dark.

Time just slipped through my fingers, and by the time I paid attention, the weather was too hot to wear long sleeves, and May was going to pass.

Since the beginning of the year, the SARS epidemic has swept across China, and Chongqing, which is located in the heart of China, is still relatively calm, but the school has also been shocked overnight.

"Song Jia, there is a suspicion in the class next door." The teacher was called out just a few minutes after class, and then Fang Ping's face was ugly. He told others that one student had a fever of forty degrees and was admitted to the hospital.

"I haven't been diagnosed yet, and I say it's suspicious." Fang Ping said heavily, "It is estimated that we will be sent to quarantine." ”

Song Jia was taken aback, "Isn't it?" Chen Chuan also looked at him in surprise.

"Definitely, yes. Now it's so scary. Fang Ping sighed silently, "I hope it's not......"

Dark clouds fell overhead.

The students were silent. The head teacher walked into the classroom and announced the news of the quarantine.

Several girls cried. There was an eerily quiet place in the class.

"Isolation is taking responsibility for yourself and the people next to you." The teacher knocks on the table. His mood was not too good, and his mouth was dry and cracked: "Students, everyone must have confidence, we will be safe." ”

The entire grade will be sent to a resort in the mountains. When Song Jia called his mother, he heard sobs from the other side, and he felt that his nose was very sore, but he still told his mother in the happiest voice that they were just going to play in the mountains for a month.

Li Xia was amused by her son's somewhat scoundrel tone, and when she heard that she was going to stay for a month, her first reaction was: "How much homework will you be delayed!" ”

Song Jia was angry and muttered, "As if we are willing." ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Jia sighed, he turned his head to look at Chen Chuan, who was sitting next to him reading a book: "Why don't you call home?" ”

Chen Chuan put down the novel in his hand, it was rare for him to have such a free time. "I don't have a phone at home, who will I call?"

"Then you're going to be quarantined, do you know at home?" Song Jia's eyes widened in surprise.

"I called the brigade, and the people from the brigade said that my dad rushed to the scene and said that they would help me convey it." Chen Chuan stretched, "Have you packed up your things?" ”

Song Jia looked at him and suddenly asked, "Aren't you worried?" ”

Chen Chuan asked strangely: "What are you worried about?" ”

"In case ......"

"That's fate, too." Chen Chuan chuckled and said, "If you really can't run away, then it's good that you're not at home." ”

Song Jia sighed and said, "I haven't been in love yet!" ”

Chen Chuan snorted and laughed: "It's not too late, hurry up and find that girl." ”

Song Jia glared at Chen Chuan: "Don't talk nonsense!" He collapsed on the bed behind him, "I don't even have a favorite yet." ”

Hearing Song Jia say this, Chen Chuan became interested. "What kind of girl do you think you'll like?"

Song Jia took away the hand covering his eyes, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" ”

"Tell me, it's boring anyway."

"Who will you like...... Song Jia thought for a while, "beautiful, gentle, generous, good to me." He nodded, "That's about it." ”

"It's pretty standard." Chen Chuan commented with a smile.

Song Jia raised his head and asked Chen Chuan, "What about you?" ”

"What?"

"What do you want from someone you like?"

Chen Chuan smiled, "I don't know." He confessed: "I never thought about it. ”

"Then think about it now." Song Jia said unrelentingly.

"Well, people are good, sensible, just be filial to my parents." Chen Chuan picked up the book he had just thrown aside, and said casually, "There's nothing else." ”

Song Jia smacked his tongue and said, "Your requirements are really low." ”

Chen Chuan glanced at him, "This is very demanding." The young man said matter-of-factly: "Asking a person who has nothing to do with him to honor his parents who have nothing to do with him, and the other party can do it, which can only show that she is really a good person." After a pause, Chen Chuan continued—the young man's face showed some expressions that could be called longing: "I think it's a very good thing to be with good people. ”