Jiang Yao was not angry at all.
It was his own fault first. Without permission, if he touched a place he should not have touched, he deserved to be scolded. At most, I felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that the brat had said too much, and no matter what, he should not be asked to find someone else.
But at this moment Yin Che took the initiative to hold his hand, and he instantly lost his temper.
They haven't held hands yet.
Even the last time I was at the cafeteria, I just touched the back of my hand.
Such a "large area" of skin-to-skin contact has never happened before.
Heart thumping.
It was too dark around, Jiang Yao couldn't see people clearly, he pulled hard by feeling, and someone bumped into his chest.
He wrapped his arms around the man's waist.
"Does it hurt?"
The hands of the two were still clasped together, the person in their arms was not breathing steadily, and the face was probably not very good-looking.
"...It's alright." Yin Che clenched his grip again, buried his head in the crevice of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Hold on for a while."
In the dark, the sensitivities of other senses are amplified, the sound echoing in the ear, the breath sprayed on the neck, and the temperature in the palm of the hand.
Young and ignorant, infinite throbbing.
Jiang Yao never thought that holding hands would be so tormenting: "Let go..."
He couldn't bear it any longer, he thought too much, and he was about to be scolded again.
But Yin Che didn't understand his mood, raised his other hand and hugged him back for the first time: "I'll let go if you're not angry."
The voice was soft, a little coquettish.
Jiang Yao was so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven.
He wanted to continue pretending, but Yin Che's hand trembled more and more obviously, as if forcing himself to touch him, he couldn't bear it, and consciously let go of his hand.
"Not angry, don't force it."
"Is that reconciled?"
"Well, make up."
Yin Che breathed a sigh of relief.
Another voice in the darkness also breathed a sigh of relief.
"… "
"… "
Jiang Yao hugged the little rabbit that was close to him instantly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Who? Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out."
Two or three steps away from them, a candle was lit faintly, barely able to see the man clearly.
— Hair is disheveled, blood is dripping from under the eyes, and the tongue sticks out.
"Two little brothers, this is a haunted house, what else can I do if I don't pretend to be a ghost?" the staff said helplessly, "I heard that the two of you were so anxious that I didn't dare to let the air out. Just make up with it, I'll be fine in the future. Quarrel, be more tolerant of each other, and this kind of love can last long..."
He dangled his tongue as he spoke, and accidentally bit his tongue.
The long, bright red tongue fell down lightly, made of plastic.
"Damn it! The salary will be deducted when it's over! What should I do!" The staff paced around anxiously.
Jiang Yao and Yin Che hugged each other, watching him try to put his tongue back.
"… "
"… "
The imagery is terrifying and magical.
Finally, with their help, the tongue was finally put back on. The staff thanked them repeatedly, and did not forget to say: "If you have anything to do in the future, please discuss it! Don't quarrel!"
Chen Yingying ran out a few days ago, and waited at the exit for a long time: "Why haven't Jiang Yao and Brother Che come out yet? Don't you faint inside?"
Zhang Ke: "How is it possible, Brother Che is almost stunned by ghosts."
After waiting for another ten minutes, the two slowly walked out.
side by side.
"Finally came out, it's so dark inside." Jiang Yao stretched his waist, "Fortunately, I have Cheche with me, compare my heart."
"… roll."
The other three looked at each other in shock.
Is this okay? What's going on inside?
Due to the well-planned route, their group played all the projects they wanted to play before three o'clock, and walked back leisurely.
Passing by the rest area near the gate of the amusement park, I saw their head teacher and Teacher Zhang were sitting under the umbrella and resting, sipping bubble tea.
"I saw that all the students bought it. What's so good about it? It's too sweet, and the pearls are hard." Master Zhang said while chewing on the pearls.
Old Wu knows better than him: "You can choose no sugar and no pearls. I think the students in front of me ordered it like this."
"Then there's only milk and tea left? Is it the same when I buy a carton of milk and pour it into my Longjing?"
"Theoretically, this is the case..."
The usual stern and dignified teacher is now two ordinary middle-aged and elderly people, discussing the question of whether milk and tea is equal to milk tea like a child.
At the end of the day, whether it is a teacher or a student, the side that is displayed in the school is only a certain side.
It is not easy to get to know a person completely.
At three o'clock, the bus departs for the school.
Many students bought souvenirs, the kind that can be seen everywhere in major tourist attractions, such as beaded or folding fans, expensive and uncharacteristic, but they can't stand it on a whim and make impulse purchases.
After all, the greatest significance of souvenirs is to commemorate.
Remember this experience, remember this time.
Chen Yingying had too many snacks to finish. On the way back, she continued to send from front to back until she reached the last row. Jiang Yao and Yin Che didn't want them, so they threw them all to Han Meng: "Well, give it back to you, why give me so much? I can't finish eating."
"Don't give it back to me, just divide it, I can't eat it." Han Meng pushed the snack back and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, yes, this is for you."
"WTF?"
Han Meng took out a small box: "The bracelet I bought for luck with the peach blossoms is said to have been opened."
"Is there anything that has been opened in the amusement park? Who opened the light, the owner of the small shop?" Chen Yingying looked at a fool, "Your money is too deceitful... And isn't you the one who lacks the best luck? You Keep it to yourself."
"I originally wanted to wear it myself, but when I bought it, I found that Jiang Yao also had one in his hand, which made us look like a couple, which was inappropriate."
Jiang Yao raised his hand in front, with a gray-brown bracelet tied to his left wrist, which faithfully confirmed Han Meng's words.
Chen Yingying didn't think much about it, seeing a few silver stars hanging on the pink bracelet, it was very beautiful, so she accepted it: "As expected of you, such a girlish style... Okay, I'll give you a gift another day. you."
"Okay, thank you, monitor."
Jiang Yao touched the person next to him: "Let's just say, it's better to wear it on your feet, it's not easy to bump into the same style with others... Hey, how do you eat my potato chips?"
Yin Che had never eaten cucumber-flavored potato chips, but after tasting one, it tasted fragrant. Hearing that, he handed the potato chips back: "I'll just eat one."
Jiang Yao smiled: "Just kidding, mine is yours, you can eat it, do you like the taste of cucumber?"
Yin Che wanted to say that it was okay, but Jiang Yao suddenly started to get nervous again, bumping his forehead against the back of the front seat, covering his face while bumping and saying:
"When I didn't ask, don't answer, don't answer."
… inexplicably.
Halfway through the bus, the clamor in the car gradually subsided.
Wu Guozhong wanted to arrange tonight's homework by the way, but when he looked back, few were awake.
He smiled bitterly: "These children, just be quiet now."
The driver heard it and asked casually, "Teacher, how long have you been teaching?"
Old Wu replied with a smile: "It's been more than 30 years, and I retired after sending these children away."
"Oh, so this is the last class you brought?"
"yes."
It was also the last time I went out for a spring outing with my students.
There is no spring outing in the third year of high school. This is the last group outing for Class 1.
There will be many "last times" in life, which is nothing. Unfortunately, many people do not know that this is the "last time" when they experience it.
Teenagers of this age are somewhat heartless, I don't know why the teacher's eyes are so kind today, I don't know what a precious day today is.
Maybe many years later, they will recall that this day was the last time in their lives to go out with their high school classmates.
After this day, they continued to grow, parted ways at a certain intersection, and rushed to their respective futures, but they never got together on the same bus again.