The throbbing of youth is like a spark on a dry plain, burning the prairie in an instant.

Song Jiazhu gently rubbed Lin Zhi's ankles, and his dark eyes carried an unconscious shadow, like the shadow of a dead branch, spreading under the cold moonlit night.

I will replace him.

Even if Song Jiazhu's movements were deliberately lightened, the medicinal wine was only effective when it was rubbed, and the pain quickly covered Lin Zhi's eyes with a layer of mist.

In fact, if Lin Zhi wants to endure it, he can endure it and not cry, but why should he endure it.

Every tear of his life is shed for those who deserve it.

Even if Song Jiazhu tried to restrain himself, Lin Zhi also felt the low pressure on his body.

To be honest, the placement of that photo is indeed a bit deliberate, but Song Jiazhu shouldn't have delved into it, it should just be when he goes home and thinks about what they said before, and then picks up the photo of that person and thinks about it repeatedly.

Xu Lieyang's photo was taken by the original owner, and he also took some others, all of which were photos of the basketball court, and there were not many of these photos, Lin Zhi packed them up on the first day he came, and at that time he had already thought about the purpose of these photos.

The timing was right, Lin Weaving advanced the plan, sometimes things can't always go according to every step of his plan, but as long as there are no accidents that will lead to failure, these are the things that make the plan more interesting.

In fact, he didn't want Song Jiazhu to be jealous, this was part of achieving the goal, and he had to deal with different personality fragments differently.

However, the breath coming from Song Jiazhu really made him happy, this was a manifestation that the other party cared about him, and sometimes Lin Zhi felt that he was very weird, as if he had become some kind of monster that fed on caring and relying on emotions.

But his vision is high, he only likes people who feel about him, and he wants to get along with the other party further when he feels it, so that the emotions that the other party gives him are valuable.

"Song Jiazhu, it's okay."

The smell of medicinal wine filled the air, and the skin on Lin Zhi's ankle had been slightly reddened, because the overflow of this red made the original swelling a little difficult to distinguish.

Song Jiazhu's eyes fell on Lin Zhi's eyelashes with teardrops, and when he rubbed it, Lin Zhi hugged a pillow and pinched it in his arms, at this moment Lin Zhi's chin was against the top of the pillow, and his beautiful face looked a little pitiful.

Probably because of the pain, Lin Weaving's voice also had a trace of trill.

The pair of innocent eyes drooped slightly, as if he was annoyed by the pain, and his lips that were slightly raised naturally opened slightly, Song Jiazhu was a little distracted, and the movements in his hands were subconsciously heavier.

Lin Zhi let out a short cry of pain, and the hand holding the pillow suddenly tightened.

The slender fingers are closed, the fingertips are pale pink, and the cyan blood vessels under the back of the white hand are clear.

"Song Jiazhu, you hurt me."

The young man's voice was aggrieved, and his eyes were full of accusations.

Unlike the tears on the day of the stadium, Song Jiazhu is no longer repulsive, but a subtle emotion that makes him feel that he is actually very bad.

Chapter 42: The Double-Faced Table of the Scholar

"Little mute, you're a liar."

Lin Zhi wiped away the tears on his face and put the pillow in his hand aside.

Song Jiazhu's gaze moved away from his fingertips, and his eyes looked at Lin Zhi's feet at his hand with a slightly darker look.

A little darker red, staining the instep with a faint pink.

Song Jiazhu was still in a kind of dizziness after weightlessness, and the sound of his heart beating and blood rushing was in his ears.

He struggled to restrain the erratic breathing that might reveal his abnormality, and to make his breathing rate even out.

Seeing Song Jiazhu like this, Lin Zhi's eyes flashed, and he planned to advance what he was going to say tomorrow.

"By the way, change seats tomorrow......"

Lin Weaving's words immediately attracted Song Jiazhu's attention, and those restlessness born from palpitations were left behind, Song Jiazhu looked at Lin Weaving, waiting for him to say the next words.

"Don't choose me, He Yuqing asked me before, if I can still choose Wang Aya if I can pass the exam, so that they can continue to sit together."

He Yuqing did say this, but it was only mentioned in a joking tone, not seriously, after all, they have other friends who play together, just let the other classmates choose, it doesn't matter if they can't sit together, it's just that Lin Zhi is a friend so he said this.

Lin Zhi originally planned to wait tomorrow to see Song Jiazhu's reaction, but Song Jiazhu came to his house in advance, and their relationship changed subtly in advance, so they couldn't wait until tomorrow morning.

Timing is important, and the same thing, when to say it means something very different.

Song Jiazhu's expression visibly became lost with the naked eye, and the feeling of doubt and sadness was fully revealed from his slightly stunned gaze.

Obviously, he didn't expect Lin Zhi to give up on him because of others, this kind of emotion is not even about love, but not too deep friendship.

Song Jiazhu remembered the answer he wrote when he was called to the teacher's office a week before the exam, and the head teacher asked him if he wanted to change to the same table, and the answer Song Jiazhu gave was: No, I want to continue to be at the same table with him.

Even though he hadn't figured out his emotions at that time, he still had the idea of bringing his life back on a calm and normal track, but the moment the head teacher asked, the moment he wrote the answer, he still followed his inner thoughts and changed the answer.

But he forgot that this kind of thing was not enough for him unilaterally, for example, now, Lin Zhi wanted to be at the same table with others.

"Why do you have such an expression, do you actually say that you are actually very reluctant to me?"

"Little mute, I said to let you go free, but you got entangled by yourself, do you mean that you are bullied and addicted by me?"

Lin Zhi's injured foot stretched out and landed against Song Jiazhu's abdomen.

Song Jiazhu listened to the playfulness in Lin Zhi's words and did not answer.

In fact, Lin Zhi didn't do anything too much to him, at least he didn't cause him any harm, and even gave him tuition fees for make-up classes.

When he didn't exclude Lin Zhi from entering his life and longed for them to have more intersections, Song Jiazhu felt that it was okay to bully him more, at least during these times, Lin Zhi only looked at him.

Lin Zhi seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting, and his reddish eyes, which were still in tears just now, were a little teasing, and his toes shook back and forth against Song Jiazhu's abdomen and stepped lightly and asked, "Say, isn't it?" ”

The temperature in winter is low, and Song Jiazhu has taken off his down jacket in order to make it more convenient for Lin Zhi to rub the sprained place, and is wearing a dark blue fleece sweatshirt, which is more and more against Lin Zhi's fair skin.

His mind was half drawn by Lin Weaving's words and expression, and half was divided by Lin Weaving's action urging him to answer.

Song Jiazhu's throat moved slightly, and when Lin Zhi saw that he didn't answer, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I'll take you by default, little mute, your character is very dangerous." ”

"If you still want to be at the same table with me, then you beg me, beg me, and I will continue to sit with you."

Lin Weaving's toes were still stepping on one after another, swaying gently up and down.

The boy smiled, and his innocent face was full of evil.

If Song Jiazhu could speak, he would calmly say 'please', but he couldn't speak, and it seemed strange to use sign language to make a gesture.

He pursed his lips slightly and thought about it, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a faint shadow fell on his face.

Under Lin Zhi's gaze, he stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of Lin Zhi's clothes.

This action does not match the feeling he gives people, but in this situation, it reveals something else.

It's so cute, Lin Zhi thought to himself, he didn't hide his smile, but he didn't say the admiration in his heart.

"Hahahaha little mute, do you learn from me?"

Lin Zhi was talking about the day they first met, in the warehouse of that stadium, Song Jiazhu was pushed onto the mat by him and threatened, and was about to leave and was pulled by him again.

Lin Zhi raised his chin slightly, and said deliberately: "This kind of sincerity is not enough, you ask for it again." ”

The smile on the boy's face was wanton, which made his usual sense of innocence on his face a little less, showing a more real emotional state.

This is not something that Song Jiazhu is good at, he looked at Lin Zhi's smile, took Lin Zhi's hand with both hands, and shook it gently.

His eyes were focused on Lin Weaving, with a certain expectation in his eyes.

The innocence and restraint of young people are fully revealed at this moment.

Song Jiazhu then used sign language again, telling Lin Zhi that he could continue to make up lessons for Lin Zhi and that Lin Zhi did not need to pay.

"But it's so cold in winter, I want to go home early."

Lin Zhi was not happy when he heard this, but said with some distress.

It's okay when it's hot, and it's cool to ride home at night, but it's not good when it's cold, and it's cold enough to leave the school gate at ten o'clock, and you have to take extra time to tutor, and then brave the cold wind to go home, which makes people a little reluctant.

Song Jiazhu subconsciously appeared a solution in his heart, and then immediately waved it away.

No, this kind of thinking has already crossed the line, why doesn't Lin Weaving go back to his family and live with him.

Song Jiazhu also thought about whether to follow Lin Zhi home, and he would go back when the time came, but this made his intentions too obvious, so obvious that Song Jiazhu himself was embarrassed to say it.

Song Jiazhu's eyes were a little gloomy, and he heard Lin Zhi say as if he had thought of something: "We can video." ”

"Oh no, you can't talk."

Sign language can communicate many things, but at least make it clear that mathematics and mathematics are not included.

Lin Zhi muttered to himself that he was about to give up this method, but Song Jiazhu affirmed the answer as if he had grabbed driftwood.

- I can write down the steps on paper, and we can communicate by type.

At least this approach is better than the others and works.

After the change of mentality towards Lin Weaving, Song Jiazhu has changed from 'I don't want to see more' to 'I can watch it'.

Lin Zhi nodded: "It's also a way, then let's do it first, eat, otherwise it will be cold for a while." ”

Lin Zhi put on his shoes and walked over with a light and heavy foot.

The body suddenly fell into the air, and Lin Zhi was held and placed on the chair in the restaurant, his face was correspondingly sluggish, but he was joking in his heart.

Although this kind of drama is cliché, it is indeed easy to be excited.

Song Jia explained in sign language: It's faster this way.

His expression was flat, as if he was just doing something casually.

The box was opened, and it was still warm because it was not blown by the cold wind on the road.

Song Jiazhu didn't know exactly what kind of dishes Lin Zhi liked, so he ordered two dishes with his feelings, and secretly observed Lin Zhi's preferences.

Until Song Jiazhu left, Lin Zhi did not give an accurate answer on whether to change seats or not, but Song Jiazhu knew what that answer was.

Because it was the exam before the start of the monthly vacation, the school's teachers had already rushed to complete the examination papers during the holiday, so the students read early on Monday morning, and the students ushered in the exam results and ranking table.

Song Jiazhu's name is still at the top, He Yuqing is fourth, and Lin Zhi is twelfth.

This ranking was a little higher than Lin Zhi himself had imagined, he originally planned to control himself to about seventeen, after all, the score of the original master's monthly exam was forty-three, and there were fifty-five students in the class.

The teacher especially praised Lin Zhi, and the teenager, who had never had a sense of existence in the class, inevitably lowered his head a little uncomfortably when he was baptized by the eyes of the whole class, and thanked the teacher in a low voice.

Song Jiazhu looked at him, and there was an extremely subtle feeling in his heart, as if he had a special secret that only he knew.