Qi Zhong froze on the spot, he turned to look at Wu Yuan who suddenly appeared.
The indoor light shone on Wu Yuan's face, which happened to clearly illuminate the wound on his chin.
Qi Zhong's uncontrollable smile froze on his face, and his whole body froze in place, motionless with his hands and feet, as embarrassed as a clown.
Qi Cheng pursed his lips, "You..."
Qi Zhong glanced at him, then walked around him and Wu Yuan with his head down, and walked quickly into the darkness.
The emotion in this glance was complicated, Qi Cheng stopped what he wanted to say, turned his head to look at his back, and slowly frowned.
Wu Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Qi Zhong's back, then turned his head to look at Qi Cheng, "Go in, while there is still enough time, go back after buying the medicine."
He patted Qi Cheng's shoulder with his hand, and pushed him into the medical room.
The doctor in the infirmary was not Gu Huai, but another older doctor. After seeing Wu Yuan's wound, this doctor went to get him medicine.
Qi Cheng suppressed all kinds of emotions, "Will there be a scar?"
The doctor laughed loudly: "Big boys are still afraid of leaving scars?"
Wu Yuan replied in a deep voice, "I'm afraid."
He didn't seem like the type to joke around. The doctor looked at him several times and said, "Don't worry, it's just a small injury, not serious. The guy who just came to buy medicine also fell on his face, you're not as serious as him." Woolen cloth."
Qi Cheng propped his hands on the counter, "That classmate was serious just now?"
"It's not serious, and it will disappear in a few days," the doctor said. "Your metabolism is fast, so don't worry even if you don't use medicine. Just pay attention to sterilization."
Qi Cheng nodded and stopped asking.
Wu Yuan got the medicine, which was also an external ointment, he tore off the seal on it, and Qi Cheng said, "I'll do it."
He took the medicine and dipped a clean cotton swab into the ointment.
"Trouble." Wu Yuan watched his movements, frowning deeply, but still stood still.
Qi Cheng sighed, "I brought you here to buy some medicine, but it turned out that I was troublesome."
Wu Yuan glanced at him, grabbed his hand, wiped the cotton swab soaked in medicine on his chin, stared at Qi Cheng, and didn't move.
"I didn't say you were troublesome."
The hand in his hand was slender and slightly cold, and it looked good, but Wu Yuan knew that the strength of this hand was not weaker than his, and he looked like a good student, but he didn't know what it would be like in a fight.
A few minutes later, the two walked towards the dormitory again, without saying a word. When they got downstairs, Wu Yuan asked Qi Cheng, "When's your birthday?"
Qi Cheng was a little absent-minded, "June."
June of this year has already passed, and my birthday will have to wait until next year, which happens to be the month of the college entrance examination.
Wu Yuan hummed, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and gave it to him, but Qi Cheng didn't want it, "I'm not addicted to cigarettes."
Wu Yuan put the cigarette in his mouth, swallowed and said, "What date is June?"
"13."
"You are a month earlier than me," Wu Yuan frowned, not very happy, "I am younger than you."
Qi Cheng laughed, "One month younger is also younger, brother Wu Yuan, in front of my brother, you are my younger brother."
He is bold, Wu Yuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
Qi Cheng wasn't afraid of him at all.
Wu Yuan's eyes revealed a little helplessness, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and entered the dormitory with Qi Cheng.
After returning to the dormitory, Qi Cheng was urged to wash up. Once back in the dormitory, Xia Li locked the door with a click.
Several people were sitting on their own beds, holding a meeting in the dormitory, "Although I know that you may not win a fight with Wu Yuan, but I still have to ask, are you okay?"
Qi Cheng wiped his face with a towel and brushed his hair, "It's fine."
The other three watched his movements, and watched him take off his shirt and wipe himself with a hot towel.
"I asked about it at night," Han An said. "It's almost the same as the news I heard before. Wu Yuan has half of his foot in school and the other half in society. He collects usury money for others, and others give him money." Salary, he uses this money to support himself."
Qi Cheng didn't speak, only the sound of water splashing.
After he finished wiping, Zhu Fan was very upset, "They're all high school seniors, and I haven't seen how you have trained. How come you have such a good figure, really like the models on TV."
Qi Cheng pursed his lips, "Can you compare with me?"
Zhu Fan raised his finger, "Fuck."
After the two of them finished their poverty, Han An continued the topic just now, "Anyway, you are already familiar with him, so I won't say anything. I just want to tell you that Wu Yuan is not the same person as us."
"Be careful."
Qi Cheng spoke slowly, "Wu Yuan is quite nice."
"He's pretty good-looking," Zhu Fan interjected, "he's also tall, Qi Cheng, is he as tall as you?"
Xia Li raised his hand, "I know this problem! When I counted the height and weight in Anyuan High School, I still remembered Wu Yuan's data. He seems to be 1.85 meters, which is quite tall, similar to Qi Cheng."
"Two centimeters," Zhu Fan said, "it's really hard to see the distance."
Qi Cheng snorted, "So not only is he younger than me, but he's also shorter than me."
Han An: "Is he younger than you?"
"You need to call me brother." Qi Cheng went to bed and lay down, put his hands under his head, the water stains on his body slowly dried, "one month younger."
About as tall as him.
The dormitory slowly fell silent.
The dormitories in No. 2 Middle School are large and the walls are clean.
There is no mark on the ceiling at all, it is just like a piece of white paper lying in front of my eyes.
Qi Cheng closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he thought of Qi Zhong's eyes in front of the medical room.
Guilt really sucks.
The look in Qi Zhong's eyes is so complicated that it's hard to describe.
That look was not like Qi Zhong's.
Because it is deeply unforgettable.
Just after class on Tuesday morning, Qi Chengcheng found a bottle of milk in his drawer.
The glass bottle-style milk is still warm, and the straw is placed next to the milk thoughtfully. Xia Liqi said: "Who brought you the milk?"
Qi Cheng shook his head and looked around the classroom.
It was getting late, and the students who should have come all came, and the sound of reading aloud gathered together, making those who didn't study flustered.
Xu Ning put down his language papers, turned his head and looked at the milk on the table curiously, "Qi Cheng, you can drink it if I give it to you, it may be that the girls are shy, so I am embarrassed to tell you clearly."
Qi Cheng looked at her, "It must be a girl?"
Xu Ning let out a chuckle, and the shoulders of her tablemate kept shaking, "Yes, Qi Cheng, did you know that boys can deliver milk to boys?"
"..." Xia Li, "Your expressions are really strange."
After the laughter stopped, Xu Ning's tablemate whispered, "I saw Chang Yao also took a bottle of milk this morning, do you want to ask if he put it?"
After hearing her words, Qi Cheng turned his eyes away to look at Chang Yao.
Chang Yao was obliquely in front of him, reading a book in a low voice. The school uniform was loose, which made him look thinner. The small part of his skin not covered by the hair was paler than the school uniform.
With her hair up, she is a delicate and pretty cutie, but now that her hair is loose, she looks a little gloomy and not very gregarious.
Qi Cheng looked at him for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and took out the English book from the drawer, "Say hello after class."
Xu Ning thought he was embarrassed, so he raised his voice, "Chang Yao."
Chang Yao turned his head, "What's wrong?"
Xu Ning asked with a smile, "Did you send the milk on Qi Cheng's table?"
The students who were listening to her words threw away their books and poked their heads out curiously.
Chang Yao looked up at Qi Cheng.
The hazy light in the morning came in through the window, like a filter, making Qi Cheng's eyes look softer.
He smiled and looked this way, tapping his fingers on the table, each section was longer than the other.
Chang Yao replied, "It's not me."
Xu Ning's deskmate, "What about the bottle of milk you bought?"
"Drink it," Chang Yao's voice had to be heard carefully in the morning reading class, "Throw it away."
Xu Ning was speechless at the same table, and apologized to him, "That's my guess was wrong, I'm sorry."
Chang Yao said it's okay, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"
He was holding a book in his hand, Qi Cheng said, "It's all right, let's go study."
Chang Yao nodded, then slowly turned his head back.
Chang Yao's deskmate glanced casually, "Chang Yao, your hands are shaking!"
"It's a bit cold," Chang Yao tucked his hands into the sleeves of his school uniform, "I caught a cold last night."
The same table said: "It seems that the temperature has indeed started to cool down recently."
This sentence is true. From the first class, the sunny weather outside suddenly sank, with strong winds blowing, and it felt like a rainstorm could happen at any time.
In the middle of a class, Teacher Yang went to the window to see the weather outside, and finally put down the textbook, "It's going to rain, and the students who are drying the clothes and quilts should go back to the dormitory to clean up, and then remember to bring an umbrella."
A few minutes later, half of the classroom clattered away.
Zhu Fan and Xia Li also went back, their clothes were still drying on the balcony, and Qi Cheng was not allowed to follow, "We will bring you an umbrella when we come back."
Qi Cheng nodded.
Teacher Yang went to the office to fetch water with an empty water cup, Qi Cheng stood up and walked to the corridor.
Class 3 took the lead, and many people poured out from the rest of the class. The radio also rang, and Lao Bao's voice came, saying that the students would be given 15 minutes to pack up their things before returning to class.
The sky was changing, and it was now as dark as evening. The strong wind was blowing, Qi Cheng was leaning against the wall, his hair was flying, and the wind was bulging inside his school uniform.
Qi Zhong came down from the next staircase, paused when he saw him, and then continued to walk here expressionlessly, trying to pass him to the toilet.
But when he passed by Qi Cheng, he stopped again.
Turning around to face Qi Cheng, the wound on his face is a little funny, but the things floating and rising in his eyes are more spectacular than the whistling clouds in the sky.
"Hello," Qi Zhong said, "I dreamed about you last night."
"Just dream about this scene," he said, "Dream about blowing wind, rain, dream about you looking at me like this."
"I dreamed that you watched me all night."