Gu Zhuoyan didn't know how to ride home, but he knew that he would lose sleep again tonight.
There was a knock on the door, and Sister Hu cooked ginger soup and brought it. While Gu Zhuoyan was drinking the soup, she took away the wet clothes and trousers, and prepared another clean school uniform at the same time.
Gu Zhuoyan glanced at the red school uniform and didn't really want to wear it. Sister Hu saw through him and said with a smile: "Red is very spirited. The banker's children often wear it. I think it looks good."
Gu Zhuoyan thought of the Zhuang family's children, drinking soup from a bowl, covering a little fluctuation in his eyes with the edge of the bowl. This soup has a strong ginger flavor and is hot, rolling all the way to the stomach.
Sister Hu warned: "Blow dry your hair, or you will catch a cold."
"Understood." Gu Zhuoyan agreed perfunctorily, but did not move when Sister Hu left. It was still raining outside, and he looked out at the wet patio through the glass, feeling like he was still cycling down the road.
Zhuang Fan's heart got into his clothes...
Gu Zhuoyan clearly remembers the feeling of touch, whether it is the cheek against the back or the palm that hugs the abdomen. When they parted in the alley, Zhuang Fanxin left his body, maybe because of the cold wind that poured in at that moment, he felt empty.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't blow his hair, didn't do his homework, and leaned against the head of the bed to spread hysteria. This kind of weather was a godsend, and he should take good care of each other. However, when he picked up the phone and put it down, he was indecisive.
The sudden ringtone called him back to his senses, and the contact showed "Zhuang Fanxin", as if he was grabbing a bag.
The impression is that after exchanging numbers, they often texted or commented on photos, but only had one call. Gu Zhuoyan put down his stunned state of being alone, hid his pounding heart, and pretended to talk about it first.
"Hello?" He pressed the answer and said lazily, "Is something wrong?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "It's nothing, it's just that you're wet, be careful of catching a cold." After a moment's pause, he added in one breath, "Take a hot bath, cook some ginger soup, and wear a coat when doing homework. Rest early in the evening."
Gu Zhuoyan heard the sound of paper rubbing. Could it be that these instructions were listed in advance? He cheated uncertainly: "Don't look at the cheat sheet."
For a moment in the phone, Zhuang Fan felt embarrassed: "How do you know..."
These were all instructed by Zhao Jianqiu, he took notes, and then called and relayed to Gu Zhuoyan. I thought I was very smart, but I didn't expect to be discovered directly.
Gu Zhuoyan's heart is warm, I don't know if it is the effect of the bowl of ginger soup, or because of Zhuang Fan's thoughts. "What about you?" he asked in turn. "Did you take a hot bath?"
Zhuang Fan said, "I've washed it, I just finished my dinner."
Gu Zhuoyan asked again, "Did you drink ginger soup?"
That's not true, Zhuang Fanxin didn't like Jiang Wei'er, so he soaked a glass of hot milk and took it to the study to do his homework. While talking to Gu Zhuoyan, he turned on the computer, logged into the class mailbox, and saw that the number of downloads of listening materials was still in the single digits.
"By the way, my dad will send me tomorrow." Zhuang Fanxin said, "How about you?"
The water on the road is not shallow, Gu Zhuoyan said: "The driver will send it, or take a taxi."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "It's not easy to take a taxi when it rains, and the driver has to take my little sister. Would you like to come with me?" The main purpose of his call was this.
Gu Zhuoyan guessed it thoroughly and reassured the other party: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning."
There is nothing else to talk about, and Zhuang Fanxin's online class is about to start, so they say "goodbye". When he hung up immediately, Zhuang Fanxin suddenly said, "—Wait a minute!"
At this moment, Gu Zhuoyan was inexplicably uneasy, why wait? What else did Zhuang Fanxin want to say? Do you want to talk about the actions on the way home, is Zhuang Fan's heart beating as fast as his
Gu Zhuoyan clenched his phone tightly, and he was more calm than the Oscar winner. With a calm and gentle voice, he asked, "What's the matter, you said."
Zhuang Fanxin said: "Remember to do English listening, bye."
... Not to mention doubting life, Gu Zhuoyan looked at the screen suspiciously of the universe, confirming that Zhuang Fan's heart was dead. Doing English listening, what the hell, what's the point of waiting for a broken English listening? !
Gu Zhuoyan is extremely speechless! Then obediently log in to the mailbox to download.
The rain was heavy and small, gradually swayed overnight, and turned into a drizzle when it was dawn.
Zhuang Xianyang drove his children to school. He went out early and expected to be stuck in the middle of the road. The two children sat in the back row, Gu Zhuoyan put on a red tennis shirt, and Zhuang Fanxin put on a white tennis shirt, the opposite of the previous day.
Gu Zhuoyan never looked at Zhuang Fanxin. He had a construction team in his heart. It would be better if he didn't look at it. Otherwise, it would be much more dangerous than the legendary deer ramming.
But Zhuang Fanxin leaned towards him and asked, "Do you want to drink yogurt? I brought two bottles."
"Don't drink." Gu Zhuoyan pretended to be indifferent, remembering that his father was still there, he had to turn his face to look back at him. He saw that Zhuang Fan had a fair complexion, but he had faint dark circles under his eyes, and asked, "What time did you go to bed last night?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "After listening to the online class and then writing the homework, I will sleep after one o'clock."
Gu Zhuoyan asked casually, "What online class?"
"In terms of art, design." Zhuang Fan took a sip of yogurt, felt a little sleepy, and gradually closed his eyes in the traffic jam. Occasionally turned, because inertia leaned against Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder.
Gu Zhuoyan pursed his lips, suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth, and then gently took the yogurt from Zhuang Fanxin's hand to prevent the straw from being pierced by the straw. Zhuang Fanxin fell asleep at the school gate, and Gu Zhuoyan's palm covered the yogurt.
On rainy days, the students are lazy and open-minded, and they finish the first two classes in a drowsy state.
Zhuang Fan was so bored that he simply collected the debt: "At the same table, when will you pay me back two hundred yuan?"
Qi Nan changed the subject: "The next class is chemistry, I'll recite the periodic table of elements." He avoided talking about it, because he was too shy and couldn't do anything. In order to treat his severe kryptonite disease, his mother put him on the table. Keep your pockets cleaner than your face.
"What are you going to carry?" Zhuang Fanxin didn't really push the bills, and he said bitterly when the conversation changed, "At the same table, don't indulge in online games. You recharge one time and you are ten cups of milk tea. Over time, one suite will be gone."
Qi Nan was most afraid of listening to others, so he grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's neck and whispered, "I played this recently, let you see."
The two were huddled together, looking down at the phone, and there was a hint of affection in stealing chickens and dogs. Zhuang Fanxin saw that it was the one Gu Zhuoyan took him to play with, because he was too naive, and he never logged in again. .
Just now, he was still like a quit-tour ambassador, but Zhuang Fanxin quickly changed his face: "Add me, add me, I'm also very upset today."
It is estimated that it was overjoyed, the squad leader smelled the excitement across the aisle, and came to join the discussion. After a while, boys from all over the world came together, each signed up and added friends.
Gu Zhuoyan went to the bathroom, and when he walked into the classroom, he saw a circle of people, Zhuang Fanxin was surrounded by it, and there was laughter from time to time. He passed by, like a big nerve passing a group of young people, leaving no clouds behind.
Mobile phones are dangerous objects at school. After adding friends, they put them away, but not enough, they still gathered there to chat. Zhuang Fan didn't sit up straight, he raised his head softly, and suddenly smiled.
The guys stared at him, realizing that this was something good to show.
Zhuang Fanxin began to unbutton: "I'll show you something good."
Gu Zhuoyan hugged his chest and leaned against the back of the chair. He didn't expect that there would be so many other audience members after Qi Nan, but he didn't have so many pen caps. Seeing Zhuang Fanxin peel off his collar, revealing his collarbone, he happily called a circle of people to appreciate the tattoo. He understands that after this round of rewards is finished today, there may be another round tomorrow, and no one in the class wants to miss it.
At this time, the head teacher appeared at the door with a chemistry book. As long as you enter the classroom, you will find the group of people gathering and enjoying themselves. It is estimated that Zhuang Fanxin's tattoo can not be concealed.
As long as Gu Zhuoyan opened his mouth to remind, everyone dispersed.
But he didn't say anything, because he wanted this one to be the last one, and wanted Zhuang Fanxin to fasten his buttons and cover his collarbone from now on.
Xia Wei walked into the classroom and heard "Wow" and "I rely on" a few. He followed the sound and approached the densely populated area in the third row. He put his hands behind his back and said curiously, "Let me take a look."
Zhuang Fan twisted his body: "Look!"
The people in the circle screamed and screamed in fright, and all of a sudden they scattered. Xia Wei glanced at the heart and said, "You not only burn your head, but also get a tattoo?"
Zhuang Fan said softly, "Teacher, I was wrong."
"Why don't you think about your mistakes when you violate the school rules?" Xia Wei slapped the book on the table, "Stand up."
Zhuang Fanxin stood up, bowed his head, and was reprimanded. The whole class did not dare to make a sound, and the students from other classes passed by the door of the classroom and glanced at him curiously.
When the bell rang for class, Xia Wei asked, "Do you need to set aside a class for you to show?"
Zhuang Fan shook his head quickly, not to mention showing it, he would not even untie the buckle in the future. At the beginning of the class, he sat limply in his seat with his shoulders slumped, even more pitiful than the little girl who sold matches.
Gu Zhuoyan could see clearly at the end that he regretted it a little. As a person who was not afraid of the teacher's lesson, he had made a serious miscalculation of the current situation.
However, at the end of a class, after school in the morning, after the lunch break, and until the start of self-study in the evening, Zhuang Fanxin never laughed again all day. Sitting quietly in class, lying on his stomach quietly between classes, no one will move the nest.
Before the last class before the evening self-study, there was no one in the classroom. Everyone went to the cafeteria or the canteen to buy food. Zhuang Fanxin was lying on the table alone. Gu Zhuoyan walked over, squatted down beside Zhuang Fanxin's chair, and poked Zhuang Fanxin's ribs through the school uniform.
Zhuang Fanxin kicked his legs and his voice was very dull: "Why?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Let's go buy something to eat too?"
Zhuang Fanxin refused: "I'm not hungry."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm hungry."
Zhuang Fanxin took out a box of biscuits from his schoolbag: "Let's eat it."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't do anything, he pinched the back of Zhuang Fanxin's neck and forced him to look up to see the grievance on that face. He said: "It's just a training. You won't be fined for writing inspections, and you won't be asked to wash off your tattoos. Don't be depressed."
Zhuang Fanxin frowned: "I'm just depressed."
Boom, fell down again.
Gu Zhuoyan went back to his seat to eat biscuits, filled with strawberries, which were so sweet, he understood after eating. It might be okay for Zhuang Fanxin to be scolded alone, but being seen by the whole class in public would hurt his self-esteem.
And he could also see that Zhuang Fanxin studied well in the class and was well-liked. Today, he lost face among his classmates. The little boy was very concerned about this.
At the beginning of the evening self-study, everyone studied hard, there was no noise in the classroom, the drizzle was still falling, and it became bigger when school was about to end, as if they were choking time.
Xia Wei sat behind the podium to approve assignments, and he didn't need to look up to monitor. After the last book was marked, Xia Wei finally raised his eyes and was attracted by the last row.
"Gu Zhuoyan... what are you doing?"
Everyone looked back and saw the last table by the window. Gu Zhuoyan was leaning against the window lazily, holding a language book in his left hand and an umbrella in his right.
Yes, indoors with an umbrella.
He raised his head: "Teacher, I recite the text."
Xia Wei was like a ghost: "What text are you reciting to do this?!"
Gu Zhuoyan recited in a deep voice: "Rain Lane. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander alone in the long - long - lonely Rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl who is like a lilac - with a grudge."
It's so fucking funny, the whole class was laughing all over the place, Zhuang Fanxin turned his head to look at it, curled the corners of his mouth and couldn't hold back, he laughed out loud.
Xia Wei's mouth twitched: "Put the umbrella away and do your homework!"
Gu Zhuoyan put away the umbrella, and the classroom gradually returned to quiet. Zhuang Fanxin turned back and continued to work on the paper. Just after reading a question, the phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.
He secretly took it out to see that it was a text message from Gu Zhuoyan.
- Are you happy
The author has something to say: Xia Wei and Jiangang, two of the worst teachers in the teaching profession.