The small clock tower was filled with the smell of old and musty wood, and the boy lying on the floor twisted his cock and made a creaking sound. The dry air made the skin itchy, Wang Xiao sniffed twice, put the rolled toilet paper into his nostrils again, and sighed as he looked at the two sitting on the sofa.
"Fu Zhiyu, isn't it too obvious for you to treat this differently?" Wang Xiao just finished speaking, and the two people who were lying on the ground raised their heads grimly, the corners of their mouths drooping showing grievances. The boy holding the paper didn't seem to hear it. He glanced at the paper in his hand and stretched out his hand to grab the other person who was paralyzed on the sofa.
With suppressed impatience in his eyes, Chi Yu clicked his tongue twice, then leaned over and stretched out his head. Fu Zhiyu raised his hand and took off the gel pen clipped to his ear, and gently brushed the boy's auricle with his fingertips. Chi Yu cleared his throat and looked away, crossed his hands on his knees, and sat up straight to look at the rolled paper in his hands full of red circles.
"The tense of this place is wrong." Fu Zhiyu held the pen with his slender fingers, and rustled around the paper. He looked down and drew an asterisk on the last fill-in-the-blank question, "This place is where to go to see ten The original text of Unit 7." Chi Yu pursed the corners of his mouth, mumbled sullenly, took the paper in his hand and collapsed on the sofa again. Only then did Fu Zhian raise his head, staring blankly at the resentful Wang Xiao, and said slowly, "What did you just say?"
Wang Xiao raised his head and screamed at the roof. Lin Chuan and Hu Yushan, who were lying in the corner, also raised their heads angrily, accusing their study group leader of not caring about public opinion. Seeing that the winter vacation is coming soon, the people in the class who were not very stable have become restless again. Several boys headed by Wang Xiao are playing games in the classroom every day. Hu Yushan even brought a rice cooker and wanted to try cooking in the classroom. hot pot.
So when Lin Jing said that he was going to take the school test the day before the holiday, the fish balls that Hu Yushan had just picked up fell to the ground. eat.
"The results this time will be sent to the parents' mobile phones around New Year's Eve." Lin Jing paused, glanced at the dull eyes of the students in the classroom and smiled with satisfaction, then continued: "It will also include the students in the class. Ranking, age ranking, and comparison with the ranking of the last monthly test."
"So for everyone's better review, you can form a study group of five to help each other." Lin Jing thought about it and said, "If you want to group freely, or I will divide it?"
The final result was that everyone was grouped freely. Wang Xiao turned around subconsciously, cupped his face with both hands, and squeezed out a circle of fat. He licked his lips and taunted Fu Zhian with a flattering smile: "Brother, I'll depend on you for the rest of my life." The boy whose head was buried in his arms suddenly raised his head, half-squinted his eyes and said in a low voice, "What? Lower body?"
Fu Zhiyan wrote the last word, closed the notebook and handed it to the person beside him: "It's the second half of my life."
The result of the final grouping was a lineup that spread around with Fu Zhian as the head, Chi Yu Wang Xiao, Hu Yushan, who had the cheek to join, and Lin Chuan, who was ruthlessly abandoned by Ji Xiaoxiao and looked lost. Hu Yushan was extremely satisfied with this group. He was able to hug Fu Zhiyan's thighs. Basically, the New Year's money this year has been doubled.
But the results were not satisfactory. After the evening self-study, a few people dragged their schoolbags to the attic of the Bell Tower, where there was nothing but a sofa. Chi Yu, who was originally standing at the end, walked over and stretched out. Fu Zhian also followed his example and sat on the sofa, holding the paper and saying, "When will we start?"
It's hard to be hard, and you can eat any hardship in order to learn. The other three sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the papers in their hands and looking at the man on the sofa, as if looking at the golden Buddha statue with pious eyes. Fu Zhiyu randomly circled a few questions on the paper and handed them over, then turned around and bent his eyes at the person beside him, with a soft tone: "Do you want to do English or math first?"
Maybe it was because no one had been to the clock tower all the year round, the wooden windows were cracked open, and the cold wind rushed into the room, Wang Xiao took two breaths and sneezed.
"Brother Chi, the quality of your clock tower is not very good." Wang Xiao said while rolling a napkin, until he blocked both nostrils before grunting: "It's leaking."
Chi Yu, whose scalp was numb from the various tenses, raised his head, tugged at the corners of his mouth and said coldly, "Would you like to cover your house in the future?" Wang Xiao smiled, he suddenly remembered something and continued: " By the way, Brother Chi, your family donated another batch of laboratory equipment." Chi Yu hummed lightly, thinking that Chi Yuedi would at least tell him to go home when he knew about him and Fu Zhian. I thought it would be solved with money, but that's fine too.
The wind swayed the bare branches and swayed. Chi Yu followed Fu Zhian with his hands in his pockets. Wang Xiao kept chattering in his ears. He wanted to interrupt several times, but he saw Fu Zhian. The quiet eyes fell silent again. Standing at the gate of the school, Wang Xiao waved to the two of them. After walking a few steps forward, he suddenly ran back: "You have to invite me for your birthday. We are revolutionary friendship now."
Wang Xiao kept standing still, until Fu Zhiyan nodded lightly, then he grinned and turned to leave.
The street was shrouded in a huge night, and the headlights wrapped in water vapor cast long shadows on the two of them.
"How are you going to spend your birthday?" The boy's voice was a little soft in the cold wind. Fu Zhi'an turned to look at him, only to see Chi Yu's cold side "with you." Fu Zhi'an's voice was very soft, He listened to the footsteps of the two of them in unison, and then said: "It doesn't matter anything else."
This man seems to be getting more and more talkative. Chi Yu lay on the bed, thinking about the boy's always smiling eyes, he put his hand on his chest, feeling the strong and hot beating in his chest because of those three words, like the word seems to change after saying it. Getting out of hand. Chi Yu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the slightly blurred face of the boy on the mobile phone wallpaper, and bent his eyes unconsciously.
Clicking on the phone book, he hesitated for a long time on the dial key and didn't press it. Chi Yu pursed his lips, quickly typed a string of words on the keyboard with his fingers and clicked send. He turned over, only to find that his incompletely dried hair had soaked the pillow in a large amount. There was a buzzing sound, and the boy who was about to change his pillow stopped in the living room with bare feet. He opened the unread text message, and a bright light fell on his face, illuminating his fluttering eyelashes and softening eyes. tail.
As if he forgot to change the pillow, the boy hugged the pillow in his arms and returned to the bedroom clutching the phone.
"What are you doing."
Fu Zhiyu replied with a screenshot of his mobile phone, which was the text message he just sent, and the text message that Fu Zhiyu didn't have time to send at the same time, with the bright words on it: What are you doing.
Chen Yifang poked her head and looked at Fu Zhian, who was holding a mobile phone and smirked in the room. She knocked on the door twice, and the boy quickly put the mobile phone in the drawer and turned his head, with a calm and somewhat stiff face. She smiled shyly, walked in and put the milk in her hand on the table.
"Is it my uncle's birthday this year?" Chen Yifang brushed the sheets again, but Yu Guang couldn't help but glance at the table. Fu Zhiyu put down the pen and pressed his finger on his temple twice before replying: "No, I'll make an appointment with a friend." The woman's hand paused, she smiled and then said, "You can make Xiaochi come home. ."
"There are other classmates." Fu Zhiyu sighed and turned his head, "You don't need to think too much."
Chen Yifang put down the sheet in her hand in embarrassment, and closed the door while muttering, but she stuck her head in again just as the crack of the door was about to close. Facing Shang Fu Zhi'an's gaze, she hurriedly said, "It's not about birthdays."
"Did you say last time that you have the school award?"
The boy's eyes returned to the paper, and after reading all the questions, he murmured vaguely, and he didn't raise his head until the woman closed the door with a smile. On the phone lying quietly in the drawer, there was a text message just received, which was sent by the head teacher, probably saying that there are many competitive students in the school award this semester, and he may lose the election.
It should have been lost, Fu Zhiyu took out his mobile phone, thought about it and replied a few words: I understand, thank you teacher, and then deleted the text message. Except for Chi Yu's solitary text message, there was only a large blank on the screen. He leaned back in his chair and clicked on the text message, but nothing came out. He wrapped his coat and walked out. When he met Chen Yifang's suspicious gaze, he said softly, "It's a bit boring, go to the balcony to get some air."
The street lights gave off a dim yellow halo, occasionally sporadic cars whizzed past, and the cold wind drilled down the open collar of the jacket, showing no mercy. Fu Zhiyu took out the mobile phone in his pocket, dialed the phone and put it in his ear. The prompt sound was picked up after only one sound, and the two of them were very tacit understanding and did not speak, until the man on the opposite side gave a stiff feed, and Fu Zhian narrowed his eyes and smiled, but did not make a sound.
"Why don't you talk?" "Don't scare me." "Fu Zhiyu?" "Are you all right?"
It was a worry that could not be concealed through the microphone. He seemed to be able to hear the shrill sound of putting on shoes over there, as if the person on the opposite side would suddenly appear in front of him if he didn't make a sound.
"It's okay." The boy murmured in a low voice, "I just forgot to tell you in the text message just now."
"I miss you."
The author says:
All the characters' writing and plot problems have nothing to do with the author himself. It's not about the keyboard. It's none of my business.