If I could, I would never want to go back to this school for the rest of my life.
There are too many bits and pieces of me and Qin Lang recorded here, some sweet and some cruel. I thought I would think of more cruel things, but the first thing I remembered was the scene of him being kind to me.
The first time I saw Qin Lang was on the day of school. I, the eldest young master who had never touched his fingers since childhood, resolutely chose to live on campus in order to get out of that cold home.
But the school’s facilities were too rudimentary, and I had to go downstairs to get hot water by myself. I was cold and couldn’t stand the cold shower, so I went downstairs with a washbasin by myself.
All I know is that the enamel washbasin is very hot. I didn't care about the road under my feet. I walked too hastily. My feet were hooked on the steps and I jumped forward. The fall was not serious, but the scalding water scalded my foot, and the pain was like a soldering iron, itching and astringent.
I gritted my teeth and ran to the faucet to use cold water for first aid. After a while, I found that my ankle was so swollen that I couldn't walk.
On the first day of school, I was soaking wet and hurt. I didn't know who could help, and I was attracting attention like a fool.
At this time, only Qin Lang stood up. The normal school uniform looks good on him, with the loose zipper and the half-turned neckline, although he doesn't know him yet, he seems to walk in front of me very familiarly: "Can you go?"
I shook my head, and the next moment he bowed down and turned his back to me: "Come up and take you to the infirmary."
Because I have never received favor from a stranger, Qin Lang easily opened my heart.
Of course I know that Qin Lang and I are not the same people. He always has a mysterious temperament about him. Perhaps it is his experience of being an orphan that makes him look extraordinarily strong. When a ruffian is born, he is like a fish in water.
But what about that? I was still obsessed. In class, on the playground, and in the corridor, I looked for him like a thief.
Then I thought, I might be terminally ill.
And I was talking to Qin Lang seriously. It was a month after the school started. He skipped class once, just in time for the evening self-study. end of entry period.
At that time, I happened to be sitting in the front row of him. After I finished writing my own test paper, I looked back at the empty seat in the back, turned around and pulled out his test paper, and answered them one by one for him.
To this day, I can't forget the expression on his face when he found out. He held his stomach and laughed loudly, and then pinched my face: "Lin Xian, right? You are really stupid and cute. But thank you."
Stupidly, I only knew that he remembered my name and was full of joy. It wasn't until the first monthly test results came out, looking at his almost perfect scores in all subjects, that I realized that what I did was really stupid.
Thanks for the stupid thing I did, he seemed to notice me.
In the class that was explained in the math test paper, I filled in a very simple question stupidly.
The math teacher patted the blackboard: "How many times have you talked about this topic? There are still mistakes, and you should reflect on whether you should or not! The five classes I teach, the other classes are all right, but our class is wrong. Now! Who, stand up and I am familiar with it!"
Too ashamed, I stood up slowly, burying the head of an ostrich.
The math teacher's expression was as if I had cut off his kidney, and he let me sit down impatiently: "Okay, alright, next time I will have a snack for my class leader! You can figure this question out by yourself after class, and I won't waste everyone here. Time is running out, other students don’t have any problems, so don’t talk about it…”
My face must look better than tomatoes.
At this time, a voice that seemed to have just woken up came from the back row, but the tone was firm: "Speak."
It seems like a long drought meets the rain, and his heart is suddenly calmed down. When he looks back, he sees that Qin Lang has just returned from Duke Zhou. I have a question."
The whole class was looking at him, and everyone knew that he had the only perfect score in the grade.
The math teacher pushed his glasses and saw that it was Qin Lang. He was very surprised, and then his eyes fluttered: "You, you actually have a problem? You don't?"
Qin Lang was expressionless, but seemed very serious: "Well, let's talk."
That question, I didn't miss it again for three years.
Qin Lang wouldn't know, what kind of mood did I finish the rest of the class with? If there is a kind of heartbeat called the deer bumping, then the deer in my heart probably bumped into death. .
I secretly said, grandma, I seem to have waited for the person you mentioned.
Qin Lang became famous very quickly. When he was a student, resources were scarce, not to mention a school with many top students like Tongcheng High School. Good looks were already a scarce resource. Not only has a little habit in the rivers and lakes, but also is the top student who sleeps every day in the exam, these two points are enough to let Qin Lang eat girls all year round.
And of course my boy.
So every time I meet a girl who makes a bold confession to Qin Lang, a kind of envy will appear on my face. This successive confession craze ended with the appearance of Li Lu.
She appeared beside Qin Lang in a big way, but she didn't say anything, but she claimed to be Qin Lang's girlfriend. Before turning off the lights, she would break into the boys' dormitory to scream and confess to Qin Lang, she would go over the wall and leave the school to buy dinner for Qin Lang. The little girl pulled into the toilet to threaten her, and she would follow Qin Lang shamelessly.
Qin Lang probably rejected her too, but Li Lu's perseverance is really admirable. Later, Qin Lang simply ignored her. Fortunately, Li Lu's appearance hindered a group of girls. It is better to endure the trouble of one person than a group of girls. People are annoying, so as long as they don't cross the line, Qin Lang will follow her.
And Li Lu's passion ended with my appearance.
I still remember that in the school library, I slowly moved to the opposite side of him. In the pile of books that were very high, I was like a thief, watching the sun shining from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Qin Lang, who was reading a book, was instantly overturned by the feelings he had pretended to be good in.
"Qin Lang, I like you."
Hearing this sentence, Qin Langshu didn't hold his head firmly, and suddenly fell to the ground. Although he didn't express much, his eyes widened slightly.
"Don't… joking," he replied.
"...the most truthful thing I've ever said in my life," I muttered.
After I finished speaking, I realized what a shocking thing I had done, just like I was dazed, but before I could hide my face and escape, it was Qin Lang, who was always calm and steady, who abandoned the book first and left.
Indulged in the embarrassment of failing to confess and the regret of not being a friend in the future, I picked up Qin Lang's book, buried my head in the stack of books, and cried when I saw his name on the title page.
The result of crying too hard is to oversleep. I didn't wake up from the darkness until all the lights in the library went out. With dry tears on my face, I hugged Qin Lang's book and walked out with my head down.
I fell into a dizzy sleep, rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened the door. I tripped when I took a step. I didn't expect a wall of flesh in front of me to stop me.
It's so late, and there are people who oversleep like me
"Isn't it..." I didn't say the words, and my waist was lifted up by someone. The owner of those hands probably wanted to help me up, and I supported him and tried to stand still.
Because it was dark, the sensor light here was also broken. I wanted to look up to see who it was, but when I raised my head hard, I couldn't imagine that the other party also lowered his head and slammed his lips together.
The location of the collision was still at the corner of the mouth. The sweet rust smell suddenly irritated the tip of the tongue, and the lips and teeth collided, so the skin was broken. Because it was too close, I could see those dark and deep eyes clearly.
It's Qin Lang!
I was so frightened that I pushed him, but I let myself hook on the threshold and fell to the ground. I didn't care about the pain in my buttocks at all, I only knew that my mouth was numb, and that feeling told my brain through nerves that I just kissed Qin Lang- ---Or my first kiss.
"You..." We said in unison, then shut up at the same time.
I couldn't say a word, and my heart felt like it was about to spit out. Qin Lang was obviously much calmer than me. After a slight stun, he just picked up the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. After wiping the wound, he gasped and turned his face unnaturally.
Before we could be embarrassed, we heard an angry shout.
"Who's there!" is the security and dean of the Night Watch School.
In this situation, I am afraid that they will misunderstand that it is the scene of a fight, or that Qin Lang reacted quickly, grabbed my hand and ran into the library, closed the door, and said nothing.
The sound of footsteps going back and forth at the door, the light of the flashlight, and the sound of conversation, the dean of the school probably thought he was dazzled, locked the library, and left.
That night, even though all kinds of unspeakable things happened between me and Qin Lang, we had to stay in this library, find topics for each other, and spend the night slowly.
He noticed my nervousness and smiled, "Could it be the first kiss?"
I shuddered, his limbs obviously stiffened, and then he tried to take it as a joke: "Really? Lin Xian, you've lost a lot of money this time."
How could it be a loss? At that time, I felt that I really made a lot of money.
In any case, after this night, Qin Lang and I are finally different from before, and a story called us has begun.
At least at that time I thought it would always be this good.
Memories are sometimes a bitch who announces good news but not sorrow, and sometimes a crow who reports mourning.
Like this moment------
"Don't mention him to disgust me."
This sentence suddenly popped out of my mind, like a machete, slicing all the memories in front of me to pieces, cutting it beyond recognition. I think I was pushed into the snow from the hot spring, and it was chilling from the outside to the inside of the pores.
After a jolt, I finally regained my sanity. I found that my hand was being dragged by Qin Lang to a place. I yanked it back and stopped.
Late, I looked around, I was already in the classroom. LC