In the following year, Tan Si drove this Tiger Polo when he went to bars and livehouse performances, and drove everyone along the way. When crossing mountain roads and bridges, AK must roll down all the windows to let the strong wind pour into the car, pretending that it is a convertible car. This car has a displacement of 1.5 liters, and it is a bit old. It looks like a classic car when circling on the mountain road, but because Tan Si is very good at driving, this does not prevent Fu Cuo from imagining that they are really on Qiuming Mountain. The mountain will take them up to 90,000 miles, and take them to the sky.
The AK in the back row suddenly shouted out of the window: "Ash-machine-"
Sui Qingchi, who was sleeping next to her, was awakened with a start, she got up and looked out with a "what happened" expression on her face, and found that it was just a plane flying past, put on the baseball cap that had fallen off, and looked disgustedly from under the brim. White made a fuss of the drummer glance.
Tan Si was driving and didn't see this scene. Fu Cuo wanted to communicate with him too much. He felt like there was a cat and a dog in the back row.
It's a pity that such happy days are destined not to last long. After the winter vacation, the three of them also entered the graduation season. One time when we were talking about ambitions in the car, Tan Si said that he wanted to take the CTR Conservatory of Music, and Fu Cuo gave him a high-five. The CTR test was an ambition they had agreed on a long time ago. AK said dejectedly in the back row: "Oh, CTR I will definitely not pass the exam, I can only pass the exam next door to you!"
Every time this topic came up, Sui Qingchi didn't know what to say, and felt a subtle feeling of being isolated, and could only resolve it by facing the wind outside the window.
It was cold in the spring, and as soon as the car windows were lowered, the wind made everyone shiver. AK, a convertible car enthusiast, couldn't help shouting: "Why do you open windows when it's so cold?!"
Sui Qingchi ignored him, facing out the window, closing her eyes in the cold wind.
He was afraid to say goodbye.
Most of the students in the third grade of junior high school went to other schools, and fresh blood was injected into the first grade. For the girls who just entered the school, Sui Qingchi in the first class of senior one was a great temptation. In the first month, among the girls group, the school grass of the high school was secretly selected, and the girls voted for him one after another. However, this school grass has an iceberg aura, and his eyes are a bit fierce. Few girls have the courage to come forward to talk to him. Can only look at the grass and sigh.
The boys still don't like him, and now they have more reasons. It's just that Sui Qingchi has grown taller and is no longer alone. The whole school knows that he and the three senior seniors formed a band, even if the three seniors in the future They all graduated, and Sui Qingchi at that time might have grown to the point where he would not be defeated in any confrontation, not to mention that he still had so many fans.
For Sui Qingchi's class teacher, it was a tricky thing to have a boy in the class who was too good-looking and played rock and roll, but his grades were not bad. He had fans more than once, both men and women, and went to their school Sui Qingchi stayed outside, and she approached Sui Qingchi twice for this matter, saying that it would not affect well, and asked him to pay attention, Sui Qingchi said he knew, and I just told them not to come. After that, it stopped for a while, but it didn't take long for the fan group to come and stay there again.
She found Sui Qingchi and asked him: "Didn't you tell them not to come?"
Sui Qingchi said: "I told you, what can they do if they don't listen to me, can you blame me?"
It is true that he cannot be blamed, but... the head teacher who was about to say "fans pay for it as idols" stopped at the last moment, and asked with a headache: "Do you really want to start a band?"
Sui Qingchi glanced at him, his eyes were very cold and stubborn, she could understand his attitude without answering, so she waved his hand to let him go: "Okay, anyway, just take care of your fans and remind them that this is a school .”
During the performance that day, Sui Qingchi stood behind the microphone, and did not turn around to give the band a wink signal. Fu Cuozheng was a little puzzled, and heard Sui Qingchi say to the fans in the audience: "I have something to tell you... "
Before he finished speaking, the fans in the audience held their faces and asked, "What's the matter—"
Sui Qingchi said: "Don't come to school to look for me again..."
The fans below shouted again: "What—" "Say it again—"
Sui Qingchi had to break a sentence into three sentences before he could finish, and finally he said in one breath: "Otherwise I will transfer to another school!"
The audience finally calmed down, but Fu Cuo always felt that because most of the fans were older than Sui Qingchi, the quietness was not so much for Sui Qingchi's face, as it was for holding back a smile. The fans seemed to accept Sui Qingchi's second-second threat with a mentality of pampering him.
Sui Qingchi's high popularity and good luck didn't stop at the fans. Not long after the first semester of high school started, there happened an event that the girls in the whole junior grade talked about for a long time.
One day, a lively and lovely girl in Sui Qingchi's class plucked up the courage to walk to the last row of the school grass, and asked in a very humble voice, "Can I ask you a math problem?" Sui Qingchi glanced at her , said "no time", bypassed the people and left.
It's not that he doesn't realize the favoring eyes the girls cast on him, but he just thinks that this kind of love that only looks at the skin is boring and superficial. One day he will be old, his face will be wrinkled and hunched over, and at that time he will still Does anyone have any math problems for him? If you also come to me to ask math problems at that time, I will tell you, and I will talk about it forever. The boy who was very middle-aged at heart thought so self-righteously as he walked out with his schoolbag on his shoulders.
Called to the office at noon the next day, Sui Qingchi ran into that girl again by accident. She seemed to be out of her mind. She came to the office with the test paper and asked the teacher of the department. Even the teacher was a little impatient and leaned on the chair. Sighing on his back, he said: "How many times have I told you, why don't you understand?" The girl looked very depressed, and the teacher in the department resignedly picked up the test paper, when he looked up, he suddenly seemed to see a savior, and walked towards the door. Outside shouted: "Fu Cuo!"
Sui Qingchi froze for a moment, the old class was still asking them, he turned his head and looked outside the door, in the corridor, the boy in blue and white sportswear with a basketball under his arm stopped and pointed to himself.
"Fu Cuo, come here, come here!" Teacher Ke Ren waved to him graciously.
Sui Qingchi heard Fu Cuo and Tan Si say "you go first", gave the basketball to Tan Si and walked in. The teacher immediately pulled him to his side and asked him to explain the problem to the school girl, and then the teacher took Put on the thermos and slip away by yourself.
Fu Cuo looked at the petite girl who was a head shorter than himself, and looked at each other for a while, and could only ask, "What don't you understand?"
The girl shyly spread out the physics test paper for him to read.
Sui Qingchi was a little surprised to see Fu Cuo's expression, and asked her: "... all of these?"
The girl blushed and nodded, and said, "I'm sorry, senior, for delaying your time."
Fu Cuo lowered his head and was scanning the test paper. When he heard the girl say this, he quickly raised his head: "It's okay." Then he pulled a chair from behind and said, "Sit down and I'll talk to you slowly."
His grades are not very good, but he is good at physics. When he first entered high school, he was appointed as a representative of the physics class. He is still very handy in doing physics in the freshman year of high school.
Sui Qingchi watched the two silently. At first they were sitting, but when the teacher at the next table came back, Fu Cuo got up and returned the chair to the teacher. The girl said, "Senior, please sit down" and hurried to stand up , Fu Cuo pressed the shoulders to make people sit down, and then stood beside the girl like this, with one hand propped on the table, and bowed his head to explain to her. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing a stretched forearm, and those two lines were as vivid and powerful as the arms of a manga boy. Several times Sui Qingchi heard the most basic optical theorem, he was a little impatient, and wanted to scold that girl what the hell did you learn? But even such a stupid girl, Fu Cuo didn't have the slightest bit of impatience.
His tenderness is universal, and every time he realizes this, he feels powerless.
Sui Qingchi didn't go far after leaving the office, she just stood outside the corridor and looked at the two of them from a distance. Finally, the girl said "Thank you senior" gratefully and stood up. At that moment, Sui Qingchi bet that she must have I was a little moved. Who would have thought that a boy who plays guitar in a band, is so handsome, can solve complex physics and optics problems, and has such a gentle temper
This kind of Fu Cuo is much more attractive than the empty body.
After school that afternoon, Sui Qingchi didn't leave in a hurry, and kept looking up at the third row in front of the right. The girl was lowering her head to pack her things. Girls may be slow to do things like this. She was talking to her deskmate, While collecting the books on the table one by one, there was a notebook with a pen in it, and it fell to the ground with a "click", and the girl talked, smiled and bent over slowly to pick it up. Sui Qingchi couldn't wait any longer, stood up, carried her schoolbag and walked to her desk and stopped. At that moment, everyone in the classroom who hadn't left looked over.
The girl saw the black canvas shoes parked in front of the pencil, raised her head, and saw Sui Qingchi standing in front of her desk against the light, wearing a dark blue checked shirt. In front of her, she almost screamed inside.
Sui Qingchi said: "In the future, if you want to ask anything, just ask me."
The girl was dumbfounded when she heard it, and her deskmate also looked shocked. After Sui Qingchi finished speaking, she left the classroom with her backpack on her shoulder, not caring how the classroom behind her was full of eruption.
Two days later, the girl really came to him to ask a question. It was a three-dimensional geometry problem. Sui Qingchi glanced at the position where the auxiliary line needs to be drawn. what.
He asked, "Is there an eraser?"
The girl hurried back to her seat, took the eraser and handed it to him.
Sui Qingchi took the eraser and wiped off all the messy auxiliary lines on it, then picked up the book and shook the eraser, picked up the pen and quickly started to solve the problem.
The girl stared at his hand, Sui Qingchi had a habit of turning the pen, which was actually pretty good, but in the eyes of the girl who had a crush on him, he was extraordinarily handsome, while lowering his head to think, he kept turning and turning without falling off, The girl secretly thought this way, and felt that she was too in love with brains. Sui Qingchi started writing without thinking for a minute. She moved the chair closer and told herself to concentrate on solving the problem.
But I really don't understand... and Sui Qingchi didn't seem to intend to stop and explain to her, and she didn't have the courage to ask questions. It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the rain kept hitting the window lattice and splashing on the back of Sui Qingchi's hand, but he didn't take it seriously, writing with the nib of the pen, and only moved the book in when the raindrops hit the pages , there is a kind of ruthless indifference... The girl immediately realized that studying with Sui Qingchi would not work at all.
Sui Qingchi kept saying no.
"That… "
"But I have someone I like." Sui Qingchi raised her head to interrupt her, put down the pen, got up and picked up the schoolbag, "It's all written, let's read it for yourself."
The classroom was already empty, and when Sui Qingchi got up, the movement of the chairs sounded so loud and indifferent.
Not long after school, the rain suddenly became heavier, and the stairs of the teaching building were full of wet footprints and water dripping from the umbrella. Fu Cuo went downstairs with the umbrella in his hands, and slipped a step without thinking.
That fall was not light, he squatted next to the last step, pressed his cramped ankle and gasped for breath, suddenly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps upstairs, Sui Qingchi went around the corner of the stairs, squatting in front of him in a gust of wind, Ask him: "What's wrong?"
He was spraining his tendons at that time, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak. Seeing this, Sui Qingchi took his arm and hung it on his shoulder, and said, "I'll carry you to the infirmary!"
Fu Cuo waved his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, it's just a sprain, just sit for a while and it will be fine..."
Sui Qingchi saw that his expression was a little more relaxed, so he let go.
In fact, the ankle was still in severe pain. Fu Cuo vaguely felt that it might be swollen, but he didn't make a sound. He saw Sui Qingchi's blue JanSport backpack on one shoulder collapsed on the wet floor when he squatted down, and endured the pain. Said: "Your bag is dirty."
Sui Qingchi lifted the backpack to his shoulder, stood up and said, "It's okay."
Then the stairwell became quiet, only the patter of rain outside the building was heard, and two students went downstairs in between, looking at the two people with strange atmosphere in wonder, Fu Cuo rubbed his ankle while thinking, this scene They seem to have known each other, when they first met, Sui Qingchi once fainted on the basketball court due to hypoglycemia, and he was with him at that time, but now it seems to be the other way around.
Sui Qingchi is seventeen years old, he has grown taller and handsomer, and he is a boy who can take the initiative to say that he will carry him without hesitation.
They are now evenly matched and there are no longer boundaries of who has to take care of whom.
Sui Qingchi stood by the side for a while, then suddenly came over and squatted down again, involuntarily lifted up Fu Cuo's trousers, and saw that there was a bloody gash on the bruised ankle, showing an expression of "I knew it", He scolded angrily: "How old are you? Is it made of tofu?"
Fu Cuo lowered his head and put down his trousers, and said, "Can't you be gentle?"
His tone was deep and indifferent, with a complicated mood that he couldn't describe. Before school was over, he remembered that Sui Qingchi probably didn't bring an umbrella, so he wanted to go downstairs and ask him to go with him. When he walked to the door of the classroom, he saw Sui Qingchi explaining math problems to girls in the same class. That really didn't seem like something Sui Qingchi would do, so he didn't do it tenderly at all. Standing outside the door, Fu Cuo could empathize with the girl's carefulness and deliberate flattery.
Sui Qingchi was left speechless by the question, for a moment Fu Cuo thought that maybe he was really introspecting, because his head was lowered abnormally, but then he thought how could it be possible, Sui Qingchi was a sophomore in middle school, the only one who was wrong was It would be the world, not him.
While thinking this way, Sui Qingchi suddenly took the umbrella and stood up. Fu Cuo was a little puzzled, and saw that the person had turned around and went downstairs, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain with a "wow".
He was left in the stairwell, at a loss. A few minutes later, AK sent a WeChat message asking him, "Didn't you pick up Sui Qingchi? Why haven't you come out yet?" He left him behind." He heard footsteps wading through the water, looked down and saw that Sui Qingchi came back with an umbrella, a small pocket on his wrist, and raised his head towards the stairs when closing the umbrella. He glanced at him, and Fu Cuo felt awkward for some reason, because of the way Sui Qingchi looked at him.
Obviously still his usual middle school two and dead fish eyes, why did he feel a little... tender in that look
Sui Qingchi took the disinfectant and the Band-Aid and went upstairs in three steps and two steps, then hung the umbrella on the handrail of the stairs, squatted down, and said in a deep voice, "Roll your trousers."
Fu Cuo didn't refuse, and lifted his trousers, although he could do it himself.
Sui Qingchi, who lowered his head to help him deal with the wound, moved a little frizzy. The Band-Aid was torn off twice, as if he felt a little stupid, and frowned. Fu Cuo knew it was scolding himself, because he This is often the case when learning the guitar and playing it wrong.
A year and a half ago, Sui Qingchi was still a boy who was half a head shorter than him. One and a half years later, he was like a long blue stalk drawn from a bud, even the line of his neck became tougher, and his hair was still as soft as before. His hair color is a little lighter, with a flaxen color under the sun, but no matter how you look at it now, it is pure black.
His body is full of greenery and vitality.
After the wound was covered with a Band-Aid, Sui Qingchi threw away the Band-Aid package, squatted there and glanced at his masterpiece on Fu Cuo's ankle, and said, "That's fucking gentle enough."
Fu Cuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, nor did he nod, nor did he say "thank you".
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