In front of you, I just feel cold, like a big, stupid vulgar thing.

- Hu Lancheng

Tony Leung's voice in the headphones did not stop, and the sound of fireworks in the distance was louder than his sentence "You are so hard to forget", Shen Qiong pulled off the headphones and looked out the window.

The fireworks soared into the sky, like dyed meteors, like expensive colored diamonds, leaving only a wisp of white smoke under the black sky curtain, slowly strolling along the wind.

The boy sitting by the window was wearing a blue school uniform with the headphone cable hidden in the middle.

Shen Qiong quietly glanced at her tablemate, she was reading a novel with her mobile phone, and she was also hanging up her headphones. The extent of its seriousness is unknown.

She dragged her chin in her hands and looked at everyone in the room. Some people are playing games with their heads down, some people are laughing with their tablemates, and some people are sleeping on their stomachs.

Then her gaze swept unnaturally to the boy who was listening to the song with his head down, he was writing hard, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The head teacher's face was pressed against the glass window at that moment. Shen Qiong pushed the same table with her elbow, and she hurriedly covered the novel on the table with the exercise book below, and the pen cover flew out in a hurry.

Oh my God, what an unfortunate operation!

Shen Qiong had no choice but to bend down and reach the pen cap that had fallen on the ground with her hand. When it was almost there, the legs of the young lady at the back table moved, and the pen lid rolled further back.

"Friend, help me pick up the pen cover......" Shen Qiong pulled the trouser leg of the school uniform on the back table.

There were only five minutes between evening self-study classes, and Shen Qiong, who had just been lying on the table, was pulled up by the same table to talk about the plot. She squinted her eyes, feeling the discomfort of overusing her eyes, tears flowed down her eyes, and she hurriedly reached into the belly of the table and wiped her eyes with a tissue. The same table was still chattering about the beautiful love she saw, and Shen Qiong saw the boy walking towards this side step by step, and her eyes were sore and she was reluctant to blink.

"Shen Qiong, didn't you listen to me!" At the same table, Shen Qiong was given a chestnut.

"You're so handsome...... Eh, I'll listen, I'll listen. The table rolled his eyes several times.

"Go out and talk and blow the wind." The boy and the boys in the same class had a hot fight, and he didn't know what others said, so he patted the boys next to him funny. Shen Qiong, a person who did what he said, grabbed the sleeves of his fellow table and kicked out of the classroom door.

The evening breeze was blowing in the corridor, it was cool and comfortable, and Shen Qiong couldn't help but close her eyes.

Her table mates said she was like a fool.

She rolled her eyes at the same table, and quietly glanced at the boy with her afterglow, which was pleasing to the eye, so that the bright moon was clear at the moment, and the smile was bright and beautiful.

"Hey, friend, what do you think of our class...... How's that Chow Mao Wen? Shen Qiong touched the arm of the tablemate with her elbow.

"It's okay, I think ......"

"What do you think?"

"I think he has a leg ...... with the physics class representative," the table mate smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice.

"Fuck you have a leg," Shen Qiong was about to pinch the same table, "Seriously, what do you think of him?" ”

"It's okay, you like it?" The same table easily dodged Shen Qiong's attack, and flashed to the other window.

"I like you big-headed ghost, nonsense."

As soon as Shen Qiong's words fell, Zhou Maowen rubbed shoulders with her, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly jumped a few steps.

"I also said that I didn't like it, and my eyes followed others to the toilet." The same table jumped in front of her, tsked a few times, and couldn't help but make fun of her.

And only the gentle wind was blowing in her ears, and a pair of eyes stared at the bright classroom of the third year of high school opposite, and even the class was grabbed by the same table to go in.

Tonight, the wind is gentle, a lot of affection, a lot of lights.