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Qinghe has been strange lately.

On the evening of December 7th, after 0:00, that is, on the 8th. I called him, and I was sure he wouldn't have gone to bed so early, and I insisted that I think he was even on his way home, and that he had been studying so hard lately that he had stayed late.

If it weren't for the fact that I often had to visit my mother in the hospital some time ago, I would have wanted to accompany him.

That phone call was a strange start, I just asked where he was, and he actually told me the specific address, you know, she usually keeps her mouth shut, I don't know if I'm afraid of worrying, or lazy, I prefer the latter.

I just wanted to talk to him, after all, at school because of the previous "incident", it was not very convenient for us to get in touch with each other.

The chat was very pleasant, we talked about a lot of trivial things, he remembered them clearly, and he actually told me clearly, clearly expressing his views and emotions about those miscellaneous things.

This is incredible, when he used to do this, it was usually because he read a book on psychology, and suddenly wanted to be a frank person, but every time he fished for three days and dried his nets for two days, and finally he didn't go out to sea to fish at all.

So the next morning, I went to his house early, I entered the house at about six o'clock, and after saying good morning to his mother, I came to his bedroom, not only did he not even take off his socks, but the whole person was still sunk face down in the bed, just like my drunken second uncle, and collapsed on the sofa as soon as he got home. Obviously in the early hours of the morning, they were chatting happily with me, and I didn't think it should be like this at all. He woke up from a dream, it seemed to be a nightmare, I held up his face, hot, hotter than at the end of the junior high school sports competition, he woke up and seemed to be back to normal, it seemed that he just had a "nightmare", and I had a "sweet dream".

On the evening of December 8, he and I went to Dongyang Road for a "date". It's a well-deserved opportunity, and he hasn't had much free time lately to relax. He felt very lazy and preoccupied today, as if he was wary of something. Although we still talk and laugh on the surface, he often secretly stares at me, it's not that I'm narcissistic! Well! Definitely not! He was just staring at me secretly, and then showed a more serious expression. To lighten the mood, I decided to try shooting with him. Shooting is his forte, and he used to like homemade slingshots the most. When he goes up the mountain to play, his slingshot is simply a multi-functional piece of equipment, which can hit water rafting, jackapples, and birds. Qiao Mu often instigated Qinghe to hit the bird's nest, and Qinghe would deliberately hit the crooked every time, and then sighed and said that his skills were not as good as others.

Just like now, his expression was serious, and he seemed to be extremely serious, and the desire to win seemed to erupt from every pore, and he pulled the trigger with a fierce momentum. The bullet hit the balloon, and he "tsk" regretfully and stomped his foot irritably.

This kind of empty gun is more realistic, but his acting skills seem very clumsy in my opinion.

In the end, he lost to me, looking very unconvinced, but helpless, and I felt a sense of satisfaction - that was what he was for.

He has been such a person from before and now.

is playing a "likable" role. Never publicity, never intervene, never comment on other people's affairs. Very "cold" to everything. When interacting with people, give them a sense of pride and satisfaction.

This seems to be his way of survival.

His gentleness has never been known by others, but he lives in society ordinarily and ordinarily.

He probably didn't think there was anything wrong with that, and I didn't need to be so uninteresting to expose him.

However, this made me feel uncomfortable.

His tenderness is hidden in his emotions, and his emotions disappear under the control of his thoughts. I can know his "hypocrisy", but I can't see his "truth".

[I only know what is false, but I don't know what is true.] 】

[The demon of emotions knocks on the red bridge between us, and the haze of the past will tie our red thread and turn it black. 】

[He is my childhood sweetheart, and he is gentle with me. 】

[I feel that all this is based on the emotion of "guilt". 】

Because of this, he is my childhood sweetheart, and he is only my childhood sweetheart.

The wind was strong, the cold and wet air lapped against my cheeks, and I tried to take the first step, only to be interrupted by a sudden change.

I don't know when it started, we just walked down the pedestrian street and nothing happened. I felt that the teenager next to me had undergone some kind of "abnormal change". This "change" certainly does not refer to physical appearance, nor to emotion, or even to thought. This change seems to be deeper, beyond his "own" existence, beyond the soul of "Ren Qinghe", a 17-year-old boy.

It's an amazing feeling, but I can't describe it.

He still talks and laughs with me, there is nothing strange about his language and personality, and even now he makes me feel happier. He seems to be glowing, which makes me feel that "Renqinghe" should be like this, and this is what he should be.

However, a strange feeling in my heart knocked on me, if you want to ask me who he is, I will answer without hesitation, he is my childhood sweetheart, Ren Qinghe. [However, he probably shouldn't exist here.] 】

If he has 1,000,000 traits, there is no problem that they have 999999 traits in him now. It's the nameless "last" feature that makes the whole feeling confusing.

We decided to call a taxi home, and in order to investigate the feeling, I [made up an excuse] to let her spend the night at my house. He was hesitant, but agreed. The driver didn't look at us quite right, maybe he mistook us for a couple, really.

In the car, I simply rested on his shoulder, and this sense of peace of mind was irreplaceable, and he also gently hugged me with his hand.

Sure enough, he was still him.

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On the morning of December 9, he seemed to have forgotten about the evening, and I told him everything. (Secretly kissed him while he was asleep and didn't tell him). His expression became very frightened, maybe this was a real expression, or was he acting in some kind of sketch, and he became more and more incomprehensible.

Now he feels very strange.

If he had 1,000,000 traits on his body, he probably had more than 30,000 traits now that were anomalous and much stranger than at night. But he feels that he is more "normal" now than at night. I began to wonder if my brain was broken.

At the end of school at noon, the Chinese teacher asked me to copy a few documents to the class, although as the class leader, I am only doing this kind of chores now, after all, the deputy class leader is better than me. I took the USB flash drive to the office downstairs, but I didn't expect to be able to come back at noon, first there was a problem with the computer, and then I was caught preaching by a teacher in the same office. After all, if something goes wrong in the class, it is the class leader who takes responsibility.

I finally left the office, and as soon as I walked to the entrance of the building, I ran into a panting Qinghe.

"Let's go home together after school."

This is quite explosive, and in school, we will deliberately distance ourselves, and this has never been the case.

The classmates passing by the corridor frowned, as if they had caught major news, and they would definitely add fuel and vinegar and spread rumors when they returned to class. Maybe it will end up being rumored that "Lianwen and Qinghe live together", generally speaking, this is how the rumor was born.

"Hmm."

At this point, I could only answer him, and looking at the way he looked, it seemed that he was about to say something, and I felt that it had something to do with the recent anomaly.

After school, the head teacher suddenly asked me to go to the academic affairs office to deal with some chores, Qinghe was asked by the head teacher to stay on duty, the duty should be fast, and my affairs should not be long, so I ran in a hurry. I didn't expect things to be unusually troublesome, and when I got out, more than half an hour had passed. To make matters worse, I couldn't find my phone in my pocket, it seemed to be in the classroom.

He may have gone.

I ran anxiously, why is our school so big, why is the academic office not next to the classroom?

Coming out of the office building where the Academic Affairs Office is located, stepping up more than 80 stairs, you will come to a small square, there is a flower gallery in the square, full of yellow and red hibiscus flowers, Qianshan City is really a magical city, there are flowers blooming all year round.

To the west of the flower corridor, there is a downhill walkway, at the end of the walkway is a T-junction, in front of the intersection is the sports field, and at the end of the sports field is the back door of the school.

Conversely, if you want to go to the back door, you will also pass through this T-junction.

I stopped abruptly because I saw two familiar backs.

The boy walked on the right, dressed in black and carrying a black backpack. The girl was wearing a black down jacket, and the heavy down jacket made his petite body look weak, but this girl showed off in the previous sports meetings.

...... Qinghe and incense?

What are the two of them doing......

I couldn't help but have questions, a little closer, they were chatting happily, I had never heard Qinghe's voice so excited.

"Uh-huh!"

I don't know what they talked about, but the incense stick suddenly lit up and shook Qinghe's hand excitedly. Qinghe smiled like a convenience store camper.

……

Should I go up and say hello to them?

Forget it, then I'm also boring myself.

They were still a long time away, so I went straight back to the classroom and took the bag from my seat.

There are other people in the classroom, the deputy class leader Mianxue, and some members of the Propaganda Department, and I don't have a very good relationship with them, and it's not suitable for staying here for a long time.

- I'll go home first.