"Too much shit."
Jiang Huai sneered, but went to fetch a bottle of mineral water for Chairman Bo and threw it to him.
"Thank you." Bo Jian took the mineral water, and answered the next sentence very naturally, "Jiang Huai, I'm hungry."
"..." Jiang Huai turned to look at him: "You don't know how to order takeaway?"
"Takeaway is too oily," Chairman Bo said. Chairman Bo added: "It's not healthy either."
Jiang Huai: "Then you can drink water."
Bo Jian's eyelashes trembled as if being reprimanded by Jiang Huai, holding a solitary plastic water bottle: "The front desk, I'm hungry."
"..."
day your mother. JAC thought.
Jiang Huai opened the refrigerator door, and there were two coriander sticks left on the top shelf. Usually at home, he usually doesn't cook, just cook instant noodles, or order takeaway.
Jiang Huai turned his head and asked with no expression: "Salt-fried coriander, do you want to eat?"
Bo Jian looked up: "?"
"Forget it." Jiang Huai slammed the refrigerator door shut, "You wait for me at home, I'll go downstairs to the supermarket to buy groceries."
Bo Jian got up: "I'm with you?"
"No need." Jiang Huai raised his eyelids, "Don't follow me."
supermarket.
Jiang Huai walked around the fresh food area, frowned, and sent a text message to Chairman Bo.
what did you eat
BJ: Can I still order food? ●°v°●
The real strong: No.
BJ: …
Jianghuai walked around the vegetable area again. He hadn't been to the vegetable section of the supermarket for eight hundred years. He picked up a bunch of bright red and plump carrots and threw them into the shopping cart.
The phone rang.
BJ: Can I go into your room and have a look
Jiang Huai frowned.
The real powerhouse: whatever.
His room was nothing fancy, nothing. There is a refrigerator with a combination lock.
BJ: Is there anything that can't be moved
Real powerhouses: None.
Bo gradually entered Jianghuai's room. The Jianghuai room is neither big nor small. It is connected to a balcony. The afterglow of the setting sun slantly shines through the glass door of the balcony, and even the white sheets are warm yellow. Bed, desk, wardrobe, room layout is simple and clear at a glance.
A school uniform jacket was draped over the chair.
Bo Jian stood for a while, picked up Jiang Huai's school uniform, lowered his head and sniffed it.
There is no taste of JAC pheromone. Just a little smell of JAC itself.
It is a kind of cold smell blown by the wind, which is about to enter winter, with a little bit of rough tobacco smell.
There are very few books on Jianghuai's desk, but there are several lighters and a few boxes of unfinished cigarettes. The schoolbag was thrown on the corner of the desk like garbage.
There are only a few stacks of books stacked in the bookcase, and they are all placed quite high. There is a thick photo album on the bookcase in the middle. The writing is very clean, and it is often flipped at a glance.
Bo Jian pulled out the photo album.
On the first page, there is a photo of a little boy about four or five years old and a young woman.
The little boy's hair was shaved very short, his eyes were big, and his face was puffy, but he didn't smile at the camera, looking fierce. The woman hugs him and smiles at the camera.
Bo Jian thought this should be a photo of Jiang Huai and his mother when he was a child.
Bo gradually turned backwards.
There are many single photos of Jianghuai's mother. But it’s not a serious commemorative photo, it’s just a surreptitious, casual photo. The woman is sometimes cooking, sometimes doing manual work, and the background environment is blurred. Jiang Huai's mother was dressed plainly, she looked no longer young, she raised her head and smiled at the person who took the photo.
Jiang Huai did not appear on the scene. It should be taken by Jianghuai.
Bo Jian turned back page by page.
Some photos are marked with the year at the bottom.
In the fifth grade of Jianghuai Primary School, there was an extra photo of a two or three-year-old lame girl.
Jiang Xingxing and Jiang Huai didn't look alike at all, as if they appeared suddenly.
Jiang Huai grew his hair long.
In a group photo, Jiang Huai looked at the camera with a cold face, frowning impatiently. His hair was so long that it could be tied into a small knot, but Jiang Xingxing went to cut a watermelon head that couldn't be tied.
Primary school graduation photo, junior high school graduation photo.
Jianghuai seems to have the same expression when taking photos, cold and disgusted.
Flipping down page by page, I turned to the latest page.
Footer time is this summer.
Qin Yuhe hooked Jiang Huai's neck, grinned, bared a mouthful of dazzling white teeth, and gave a "V" to the camera. Jiang Huai was pressed down on Jiang Huai's neck, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, his head could hardly be lifted, and his complexion was very bad. Elbowed Qin Yuhe to the side.
Wei Heping was on the other side, draping Jianghuai's other shoulder, smiling beamingly at the camera.
Bo Jian looked at it for a while.
Jianghuai's past, which he was not familiar with and knew nothing about, seemed to be a simple thread drawn in front of him with a few photos. Every point on this line is unfamiliar to him and has no trace of him.
Bo Jian turned the page.
The next page is blank.
When Jiang Huai came back with a plastic bag from the supermarket, he didn't see anyone in the living room. Ah Cai didn't come out, and Chairman Bo didn't know where to go.
Jiang Huai changed his shoes, put down the plastic bag, and knocked on the door of Ah Cai's room twice. No one answered. Jiang Huai pushed the door open a crack, and a small bag protruded from Ah Cai's bed. The head of the bag was Ah Cai's head. Next to Ah Cai's head, there was a pile of colorful and small unknown waste products.
Ah Cai fell asleep soundly.
Jiang Huai returned to his room.
Bo Jian sat in front of his desk, writing at his desk.
It was dark outside, the curtains were drawn, and the cold light of the table lamp reflected his fingers extremely cold white, as smooth as jade. Jiang Huai walked over without making a sound, thinking that Chairman Bo was suddenly willing to help others today and helped him with his homework.
But when Jiang Huai walked over, he didn't see the homework papers on his desk, but instead saw the old photo album he had used for several years.
With a few strokes, Bo Jian drew two villains on a blank page.
One has short hair, the other has braids, and the two villains are holding hands. The one with braids is grinning, while the one with short hair is very cold.
Bo Jianxing's regular script was extremely stable, and he wrote "Jianghuai" next to his braids, and "Bo Jian" next to his short hair.
JAC: "..."
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Bo Jian wrote the last word "Jian", without raising his head, he said calmly, "Draw you and me."
"Nonsense... What I'm asking you is what did you draw on my photo album? Can't find the paper?" Jiang Huai frowned and was about to take out the photo album, "Give it to me...or you can tear up this page yourself."
Bo Jian pressed the album, looked up: "Don't tear it up."
"This is a photo album, not a draft, Chairman."
"I know."
Jiang Huai: "Knowing that your mother is still painting?"
"I don't have a photo," Bo Jian said softly, "Can't I just draw one?"
Jiang Huai frowned, but didn't understand: "What did you say?"
"I want to post a photo of you and me in your album." Bo Jian said.
Jiang Huai frowned: "Why?"
Bo Jian raised his eyelids, his eyes were pale, and he smiled a little: "Because I think all the people in the album are important to you."
Jiang Huai's heart skipped a beat.
He wanted to sneer and ask, do you think you are very important to me? But Jiang Huai didn't ask, he avoided Bo Jian's gaze, and said in an impatient tone, "Then you just draw on it? Are you childish?"
Bo Jian flattened the album: "Not childish."
"Childish to death." Jiang Huai said coldly.
Bo Jian turned around, lowered his head, and added something to the blank page of the album.
Jiang Huai glanced at it.
Chairman Bo added the character "Huai" after "Jianghuai", and added the character "Jian" after "Bo Jian".
Jianghuai became Jianghuaihuai, and Bo gradually became Bo gradually.
"That's childish," Bo gradually said.
JAC: "..."
Bo gradually pondered on Jiang Huaihuai for a while, and asked, "By the way, can I stay at your place tonight, my place..."
"No. Get out after dinner."
This semester is very short, and the lunar calendar is very early.
Less than three weeks after the monthly exam, there will be another midterm exam. The teachers of each subject rushed to catch up with the progress from beginning to end in a week, previewing the lesson plans and reviewing the papers alternately, handing them out like snowflakes.
Mid-term exams, before and after school basketball games are suspended for two weeks. The competition for rankings in the basketball game on the campus network has also temporarily died down.
The mid-term exam will be next week, and this week the grade department will have a mid-term mock exam first.
There are two mock exams, the second is to hand out the papers in the class, do it yourself, and there is no grade ranking, but the first is a serious mock exam, all grades are in the exam room, and 40 students are arranged in advance according to the student number examination room.
According to the student number, Jianghuai is in the examination room No. 40.
He is 1534, Zhao Tianqing is 1535, brothers and sisters, front desk and back desk.
Mock exams every day, the teacher is busy, and the students are also busy. To prepare for the mid-term exam, the student union also plans to organize the school basketball finals immediately after the mid-term exam.
The president of the student union is particularly busy, with meetings followed by small meetings every day.
Jiang Huai sat in the classroom and slept, and woke up several times without seeing anyone at the back table.
The only day when school was not over on Monday was that he and Bo Jian were taken to the podium by Lao Lin at the class meeting to unscript and memorize the self-criticism that they ran around in the East Building last week, and they got close to Bo Jian.
The faces below were shocked.
Bo Jian remained unmoved, his expression remained unchanged, like a flag-raising speech, he gave a speech on the podium without a script, deeply reviewing his wrong behavior of running around in the East Building last week.
Jiang Huai lined up beside him.
The class was exceptionally quiet, it seemed that there was no sound of tables and chairs colliding, only Bo Jian's voice.
"...I reflect on my mistake last week when Jiang Huai and I went to the East Building of Xueli Building during class time. When the director stopped us, we didn't admit our mistakes in time..."
Bo Jian's voice was soft and gentle, like a pool of clear water. This is his usual deceitful tone.
Jiang Huai lowered his head.
Bo Jian was memorizing the self-criticism, but the scene of him and Bo Jian kissing on the rooftop flashed over and over again in Jiang Huai's mind.
Bo Jian didn't push Jiang Huai away. He pressed Jiang Huai's shoulders, and slowly pushed Jiang Huai to the ground. Jiang Huai's shirt was lifted by him, and his waist and abdomen muscles were tight against his palms, trembling slightly.
There was the sound of sticky water, and the palms were sweating.
What is that
What kind of behavior is this
Friend behavior
Jiang Huai swore that it was impossible for him to do such a thing to Wei Heping, nor would he do such a thing to Qin Yuhe.
Wei Heping and Qin Yuhe also determined that it was impossible not to push him away in the first place. They'll think he's crazy.
Jiang Huai felt that his mother was a younger brother.
When it came to my mouth, I didn't ask it several times. Now that things have passed a century, it seems that it is not the case to ask again.
Jianghuai often treats things that cannot be handled as if they have not happened.
The rhythm of Bo Jian's speeches has always been very good, even if he is conducting a self-criticism now, the rhythm is still clear.
He looked down at his classmates. But he knew Jiang Huai was watching him.
In the past two days, there will be a lot of things in the student union. After he finished his self-criticism, he will go to a meeting. Even the lunch break was taken up this week. Classes, revisions, homework, and then mock exams for midterms.
He also failed to sleep on the Jianghuai bed on Sunday.
Bo Jianwei paused and sighed lightly. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai frowned at him, but stared straight at him.
stop looking. Bo Jian thought.
Jiang Huai looked at him so straight...he wanted to kiss him.
The author has something to say: Jianghuai: You come.