On Monday morning self-study, it seemed like he hadn't seen acquaintances in three or five years. He was chatting in the classroom and ate breakfast with answers, and was busy. However, Zhao Yiyang found that he had been reading books quietly and carefully since he sat down in a chair. It was almost half an hour, and his posture and expression had not changed.

With the mentality of "understanding what teaching materials do the boss use", Zhao Yiyang turned around and lowered his head to look at the cover, "With the color of the clothing and...?"

After pronounced the title of the book word by word, Zhao Yiyang thought he had read it wrong in the first second, "No, Wen Xiao, are you? Are you planning to launch an offensive against the fashion design major? Not only Lao Xu, the principal knows it, and can immediately perform a full-score crying scene!"

According to Wen Xiao's current level, many teachers in the school have focused their attention on him. As long as Wen Xiao did not perform seriously in the college entrance examination, he must be the C position in the school's publicity column.

Wen Xiao's eyes did not move away from the pages and explained, "Recognize your own shortcomings and then make up for them."

What's the relationship between supplements and the color matching of clothing? I was so excited by the word "shortcoming". Zhao Yiyang covered his heart and sighed sadly, "Literature and science are not divided, Chinese, mathematics, foreign, and material, and chemistry are all my shortcomings, and they are so short!"

He had a very loud voice, and several people in front of him cast sarcastic gazes at him - the top few in the grade class, and the face of saying that he had shortcomings in all six subjects? Hypocrite!

In the corridor outside the door, the footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the ground came over. Everyone in the classroom was full of battles. The mobile comics and entertainment magazines under the table were all collected in one second.

Lao Xu entered the door and saw the classroom flourishing. He was very pleased. "The students' learning spirit is commendable and worthy of encouragement!" He walked to the podium. "Just just now, the school security department sent a message to our class teacher to let everyone pay attention. Now the thief stealing mobile phones at the school gate is becoming more and more rampant. Last week, more than a dozen mobile phones were stolen in the high school department. Although we asked everyone not to bring mobile phones to the school, you and I know it well and you will definitely not listen..."

Zhao Yiyang had just bought a new phone. After listening, he quickly touched his schoolbag.

After Lao Xu finished notifying him, Zhao Yiyang turned around and found that Wen Xiao was still reading the book about costume matching, and from time to time, he used pens of different colors to draw.

Until the evening self-study ended, when I saw Wen Xiao packed up my things, he also put the book in his schoolbag. Zhao Yiyang wondered: Could it be that it is actually a heavenly book, and all the top-notch knowledge points are written on it?

Walk from the bus stop to Jiuzhang Road. The shops on both sides of the street are basically closed. There are two tables of guests sitting in a newly opened noodle shop. The proprietress is wiping the brand new light box at the door.

When he arrived at the Ikeno shop, Wen Xiao saw that he was standing in front of the pot of green plants at the door, pruning with scissors. The weather was getting warmer and the temperature was getting higher and higher day by day. The long-sleeved shirt on Ikeno was wearing a little hotter, and half of the sleeves were pulled up to reveal his tight-lined arms. The pants were still gray overalls, which made Wen Xiao wonder whether this person had worn overalls all year round.

"Why are you here?" Ikeno looked up and saw the person coming. He naturally had a little more obvious smile when he spoke. He held the flower cutter in his hand. "I remember we had discussed before whether this tree could survive. Although it was always going to die, it seems that it should be alive now."

Picking up the dead branches on the ground, Ikeno poked the tender green new leaf that was no bigger than his fingernail with the tip of scissors, "Look, I'm alive. Look at this color, are you in a good mood?"

Wen Xiao stood closer and looked, "Well, the climate is warm, and in a while, the new leaves should be more."

When Ikeno washed his hands, he unzipped the zipper and took out the book in his schoolbag, "For you."

"Book? Color and matching of clothing? What?" Ikeno took it into his hand, flipped it a few times, and found that there were several pages inside with folded corners, and some of the contents were also taken with black pens and red pens.

Wen Xiao: "If you buy clothes for Yaya in the future, you can refer to this book. If you don't have much time, I have already drawn out the key contents of color and matching, and a schematic diagram is drawn next to it."

Ikeno was shocked: "Damn, Mr. Xiaowen, how long did it take you to get this book done?"

I heard that there were shallow folds between the flute’s eyebrows, “It’s harder than physics all day.”

Ikeno heard the meaning of complaining from Wen Xiaoping's plain tone. He was amused and put the book in place. "I will definitely live up to Teacher Xiaowen's efforts, study hard, and strive not to make Yaya too ugly."

Wen Xiao corrected him, "Yaya is not ugly, it's just about outfits, the pot depends on you and me."

Remind by the word "pot", Ikeno suddenly remembered, "Ho, the water I burned is almost dry!"

In the simple kitchen built, there are a few clean vegetables, a handful of noodles, and two eggs on the clean countertop. The half pot of water in the pot has been boiling, and it is steaming.

Ikeno turned off the fire and asked Wen Xiao who followed in: "I was going to cook vegetables and egg noodles before you came. Are you hungry? Do you want to go with me?"

"night snack?"

"No, supper is late, it's been dragged until now."

At this age, he was so hungry that he stood in the kitchen. When Ikeno asked this, Wen Xiao became hungry. He answered honestly: "You want it."

He heard that he wanted to, Ikeno took two more eggs from the transparent plastic box, "Two fried eggs per person, my friend, what you eat is not ordinary noodles, it is luxurious green noodle."

After a while, the noodles and vegetables were out of the pot, and the fried eggs were covered on the top, making the aroma full of fragrance.

The table and stool were arranged, and the two of them sat face to face with chopsticks. The warm light shone down from their heads, and the scorched area of ​​the fried egg looked like a layer of filters were added.

The bowl of noodles was finished soon. Ikeno pinched the chopsticks and looked at the person who was still eating noodles on the other side, and felt that his deskmate was eating noodles with a very pleasing look.

Maybe it was because of light problems or the face was hot, Wen Xiao's slightly pale face looked light red, especially his usual blood-free lips, which seemed to have a layer of pink.

The fingers of the thumb subconsciously grinded, and in an instant, Ikeno's feeling of the last time Wen Xiao was drunk, and his fingers brushed his lips.

The burning of the fire in my heart, at the beginning, only a little spark was needed.

Ikeno's fingertips were hot, and his heartbeat was a little faster than before. He suppressed several times but still couldn't control it. Finally, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb on the corner of Wen Xiao's lips.

Wen Xiao raised his eyelids and wondered: "What's wrong?"

He took his hand back naturally, Ikeno explained, "There is a little oil on your lips."

Wen Xiao stared at Ikeno's eyes and didn't say anything for a few seconds. With such clear and slim eyes, all the secret thoughts of Ikeno seemed to have nowhere to escape.

Just as Ikeno's throat was dry, he heard Wen Xiao ask, "What about now?"

“None now.”

"Yes." Wen Xiao lowered his head again and continued to bite the fried egg that he had not finished.

Looking at the person sitting opposite, Ikeno clearly noticed that there seemed to be a primeval forest in his heart, wildfires burning, but in an instant, it covered the sky and the ground.

He wanted to say, "You eat first, I'll go to the door to stand", but his mouth was in a slit and he couldn't make a sound for a long time. He could only force himself to turn his gaze away, stare at the wood grain on the table and study it while meditating.

I couldn't help but remember the day of the parent-teacher meeting. On the day of Wen Xiao's parents' meeting, the pear blossom that could be calmed down. Going forward, Wen Xiao was drunk and asked him why he didn't ask his parents to attend the parent-teacher meeting. Wen Xiao replied that Ikeno would be sad.

Although I stared at the wood grain, all I was thinking about was the person sitting opposite me.

A few minutes later, Wen Xiao put down the dishes and said, "I'm done." After that, he got up to clean up the dishes.

Ikeno followed him.

Putting the washed dishes aside, Wen Xiao remembered, "Lao Xu said this morning that there are many people stealing mobile phones at the school gate, so be careful."

"Well," Ikeno should be lazy and said, "By the way, I shouldn't be able to go to school these two days."

Wen Xiao didn't look up: "Why did you suddenly tell me specifically?"

Ikeno smiled lazy and said: "Of course, I will avoid my deskmate being scared because I have been missing."

Wen Xiao's hands that were drooping in the tap water were stuck. He lowered his eyelashes and answered several seconds later: "Then don't do something worrying like last time."

Ikeno's heart was beating lightly, as if he had been scratched by a cat. He leaned his waist against the edge of the stove and was next to Wen Xiao. He turned his head and looked at Wen Xiao's side face inquiry, "Is it really worried about me?"

I was afraid of something that was shocked, and even my voice was lighter.

Wen Xiao raised his eyes and swept over the slender scar under Ichino's eyes. Finally, he met Uchino's gaze without being confused, but answered clearly, "Yes, I'm worried about you."

The two of them had the same bright eyes, and they were full of the boy's sharpness.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Ikeno spoke first to break the stagnant air, "Is the sports meeting coming soon? The senior high school students are not qualified to participate in the sports meeting. In short, this is the last time in three years of high school."

Wen Xiao flipped through his mind, "It seems that someone is registering for a project."

"like?"

"Someone asked me what I wanted to participate in, and said I had to apply for one item. I was doing chemistry questions at the time and casually called the first item." Wen Xiao asked Ikeno, "What is the first item?"

"The man ran a hundred meters in a sprint." Ikeno made up for the scene, "Doctor-in-law, did you not even see the facial features clearly, and you didn't recognize the words, and your mind was full of nao2?"

Wen Xiao did not refute, "Do you sign up?"

"I won't register anymore. It's still unknown whether I can get to school that day." Ikeno leaned closer and smiled on the corner of his lips, "Doctor-in-law, come on, together with my share."

After Ikeno's reminder, Wen Xiao realized that almost everyone in the class was discussing this matter. The pressure of study was too great, and every day seemed monotonous and tedious. With a little wind blowing, the whole class would be moved by the wind.

Originally, the entertainment committee member of this article wanted to organize a rehearsal of the program performance, but was rejected by Lao Xu. "I have already said that in the meeting, in order not to affect the study of the second year students, you will not delay your time. At the entrance, there is no need to perform a program in the second year of high school. Isn't you happy if there is a performance for you in the first year of high school?"

Everyone in the class was disappointed - we want to be affected, we want to be delayed! We are willing!

The bell for the evening self-study period rang, and several people walked out along the crowd. Zhao Yiyang made a shooting posture, "This sports meeting is too trash. Wearing the same school uniform, shouting a silly slogan, walking around the playground for most of the time, and continuing to stand in place and listen to the school leaders' speeches. It's boring."

Xu Rui's schoolbag was rectifully written: "It's quite boring, but at least it's considered a two-day holiday. It's not a two-day class. It's so luxurious for the affiliated high school that only spends ten days on winter vacation!"

Zhao Yiyang glanced at him, "It makes some sense."

"Yes, Plato once said that people must learn to comfort themselves before they can be happy for a long time." Xu Rui held his glasses, "But there are exceptions. It is said that the dance team is going to perform at the opening ceremony. Aren't the school dance teams basically all of us in the grade? The senior year has retired, and there are not two in the first year of high school, and our grade is the main force. Rounding so much is also considered as the entrance performance program in the second year of high school."

Shangguan Yu commented next to him, "School Committee, you have indeed realized the essence of rounding."

Xu Rui praised her and raised her tail, "Of course!"

The lights in the teaching building corridor are in the middle of the broken and non-destructive area, flashing and Xu Rui rubbed his arms, "If it weren't for so many people in front and behind, it would be a warning for the ghost movie!"

Zhao Yiyang laughed at him, "Is your courage as thick as the tungsten wire in the light bulb?"

The group said goodbye at the school gate. Wen Xiao got on the bus No. 117 and found the last seat to sit down.

It was already the last two shifts, and most of the carriages were empty, driving swaying on the road. Wen Xiao looked at the street scene outside the window and silently wrote the process of the last math problem in his mind.

Ikeno counted the time to get on the bus and saw this scene.

His deskmate was wearing a blue and white school uniform, sitting in the last row of windows, revealing his side face. In the empty carriage, the light and shadow continued to change with the street lights passing by on both sides, flying and cruising on him, like an old silent movie.

And he is the only audience at this moment.

After looking at it for a while, Ikeno found that Wen Xiao slowly fell asleep as the bus swayed. After a while, his head tilted and his forehead gently knocked on the transparent glass.

In this way, no one woke up.

After passing the narrow aisle and walking to the last row, Ikeno reached out and put his palm on Wen Xiao's sideburn, pressing his head on his shoulders.

Wen Xiao struggled unconsciously for a moment, but Ikeno did not let go, and whispered, "It's me."

As if he had subconsciously confirmed the identity of the visitor, Wen Xiao's slightly trembling eyelashes calmed down again. He leaned against Ichino's shoulder, and his straight nose bridge was drawn with a slanted light.

In this position, Ikeno lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes to Wen Xiao's eyebrows, his lips did not move.

It took him a long time to rub his nose gently across Wen Xiao's scalp.
Chapter completed!