tall rose

Chapter 18 XVIII

In fact, it is not difficult to cover the quilt, the difficulty is that Yang Sheng is lazy.

But it was done very quickly, which made Xia Zang look even more blue.

Yang Sheng could probably feel Xia Zang's curiosity about the scar on his back.

At the moment of embracing each other, a strong desire to express came up in his throat, wanting to grab something and talk about him endlessly.

But when I calm down, I think, what is there to say, the old injury from many years ago.

And the person who hurt him is no longer there.

It stands to reason that he should continue to move forward with his head held high, without looking back or reminiscing.

If he got closer to Xia Zang in the future, if he asked again at that time, Yang Sheng thought he would tell him the truth, with a calm tone.

It's not that time yet.

Xia Zang was indeed curious about the "birthmark" on Yang Sheng's back. After touching it today, he found that it felt more like a scar.

This also confirmed what he had guessed earlier, the burn.

But seeing Yang Sheng's reaction, he still didn't want to mention this matter.

Xia Zang is not so low in EQ, so naturally he can't continue to ask.

He didn't know Yang Sheng well, he didn't know before meeting, and he didn't know after meeting at the same time.

Most of the time, they are two parallel lines that are not related to each other. They don't need to pay too much attention to each other, they just know that there is a person in that position.

But once they met, like now, Xia Zang found that he was unconsciously wanting to get closer to Yang Sheng.

Want to know Yang Sheng.

And Yang Sheng seemed to be coming towards him tentatively.

Weird, feeling.

The quilt that had been exposed to the sun had a warm fragrance. Yang Sheng rolled on the bed several times, and when he looked up, he saw Xia Zang coming out of the bathroom with a towel on his head.

"You continue." Xia Zang wiped his dripping hair, with a smile under his eyelids.

"Brother, I'll blow your hair for you." Yang sat up stiffly, as if the childish ghost rolling all over the bed just now wasn't him.

Xia Zang was stunned for a moment, but still replied, "Okay."

The noise of the hair dryer was quite loud, and it filled the eardrums as soon as it was turned on.

Yang Sheng carefully pulled Xia Zang's wet hair behind his ears with his hands, and wickedly circled it with a tiger's mouth, a very lush strand that could be braided.

Fearing that Xia Zang would not be able to hear him due to the noise, Yang Sheng leaned into his ear and asked, "Brother, don't you want to cut your hair?"

Xia Zang let Yang Sheng pick at him, "No, it will be warm in winter."

"Does your homeroom teacher not care about it?" Yang Sheng was surprised.

"I don't have any sense of existence, and he doesn't care about it." Xia Zang smiled, even with a little complacency.

"Brother, a good student can't have long hair." But Yang Sheng was full of anger, and said deliberately foolishly.

"I'm not a good student." Xia Zang retorted.

"You can't underestimate yourself, brother." Yang Sheng switched hands and blew on Xia Zang's left ear.

"Tell me the truth." Xia Zang tilted his head cooperatively.

"No, you see that you are in charge of the class keys, you worry about class cleaning and the countdown to the college entrance examination, and you are meticulous in your homework and practice... If I were a teacher, I would love students like you to death, okay?" When the hair became fluffy, he turned off the hair dryer.

"But my grades are mediocre, and sometimes I can't even get into the top [-] in the class." Xia Zang turned his face away.

"Your class is a key class in science, brother. I remember that in our two key classes in liberal arts, the top [-] are all in the top [-] of the grade." Yang Sheng pulled out the plug of the hair dryer a little tiredly, and rolled up the wire. Put it in the nightstand.

"There are not many people in your liberal arts department." Xia Zang said, "I have only been in the top [-] of my grade once."

Ah this...

Yang Sheng had no choice but to follow along and ask, "Then how much score did you get in the best test?"

"607 is the last monthly exam for the second year of high school." Xia Zang replied.

"That's pretty good, it's [-] points." Yang Sheng didn't allow his brother to belittle himself, put his hand on his shoulder and shook him twice to wake him up.

"What about you?" Xia Zang asked.

"Well, it was also the best score in the last monthly exam of the sophomore year, with a score of 610." Yang Sheng thought for a while and said without reservation.

"You are better than me." Xia Zang said.

"Without such a comparison, the papers of arts and sciences are different." Yang Sheng curled his lips, and the hand on Xia Zang's shoulder sneaked an inch in, caressing the broken hair by his ear.

It is really thin and soft, and feels good, not like my hairy hair.

"Yang Sheng." Xia Zang called out.

His hands stopped reflexively, and Yang Sheng realized that he had started doing these inexplicable things again.

But Xia Zang's hair feels really good.

Under the conflict between "can't be inexplicable" and "it feels so good to keep touching", Yang Sheng chose the latter, and asked calmly, "What's wrong, brother?"

"Do you have a specific school you want to take?" Xia Zang didn't dislike him, but asked seriously.

"H major or J major, I think they can get on the score line." Yang Sheng said sincerely.

"Oh." Xia Zang nodded thoughtfully.

Yang Sheng followed his eyes and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Brother, do you want to go to the same school as me?"

Xia Zang hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "You can give it a try."

Anyway, he doesn't have any specific goals.Xia Zang thought to himself mockingly.

Yang Sheng hugged him lightly and said, "That's really great."

So Xia Zang discovered that the little hamster is actually clingy.

As a result, as soon as he finished sticking to the man, Mimi quietly touched the brick machine under the pillow, looked at him with expectant eyes, and said, "Brother, I want to play two games today."

"It's fine for you to play ten games, just remember to rest before twelve o'clock." Xia Zang said with a smile.

He took the coil book on the bedside table and continued to read the sentences he had collected.

The little hamster held the brick machine in both hands and rubbed against him.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful." Yang Sheng said, "What did you write?"

"Some modern poems copied." Xia Zang adjusted his posture and handed the notebook to Yang Sheng so that he could see it clearly.

"Then you read it to me." Hey, it's an inch.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Gee.

Xia Zang used to him, and replied: "Okay, read this one I like the most."

"poison".

The three-leaf ceiling fan rotates slowly, and the cool night breeze seeps in through the pores of the screen window. Apart from that, the warm breath of the person in his arms is the only sound.

Xia Zang felt that his voice was still hoarse, but because of this cold night, there was a coolness in his voice.

"I feel

I seem to have become blue and boundless

on the eyes and fingertips

Inhabited by countless stars. "

"A very beautiful poem." Yang Sheng said.

Xia Zang caught a glimpse of him only getting more than 3000 points in this round, "Did I interfere with you?"

"No, it's just my shaking hands." Yang Sheng smiled, "Brother, what's the name of this poem?"

""Poison"," Xia Zang said.

"Very good." Yang Sheng repeated, "Very good."

Probably because of the holiday, even if I review on time every day, I still feel lazy and unable to get up.

Yang Sheng went to a small supermarket to buy a wooden comb and a hair tie, and when Xia Zang first woke up from his nap, he smiled maliciously and said, "Brother, I'll tie your hair."

If you can't get your energy up, do something that will get you going.

"Did you clean it up?" Xia Zang yawned, but hadn't reacted yet.

"You can clean me up first, and then let me tie my hair." Yang Sheng rubbed his hands, his little abacus crackling.

Xia Zang raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "It's over."

It's pretty cute, if Xia Zang is in a daze and not awake.

Yang Sheng fulfilled his wish and began to play with that soft black hair in various ways, and also dreamed of Xia Zang's hair reaching his waist.

It should be very good-looking, like the kind of black and long straight heroines often written in novels.

No, Xia Zang is a man.

But the word good-looking can not only describe girls.

In Yang Sheng's conception, he had [-] hairstyles for Xia Zang to try, but in practice he could only make a hasty single ponytail.

Turn the person around and look carefully, it seems that the ponytail is still crooked...

Fortunately, there are no mirrors around here, so Yang Sheng crossed Xia Zang's shoulder resentfully, and untied his hair tie, "Brother, I still think you look better with loose hair."

"Well, it's up to you." Xia Zang didn't care, "Go and review as soon as you finish."

Ruthless urging learning machine...

Yang Sheng's rebellious mood came up, his eyes rolled, and he said, "No, I have to give you a few more hairstyles to see, and only after comparison can I have a say."

Xia Zang glanced at him twice, as if looking at a three-and-a-half year old.

Yang Sheng stiffened his neck and did not back down.

In the end, Xia Zang sighed, "It's up to you." His three-and-a-half-year-old childish wish came true.

Sigh, since my brother is so easy to talk to, then I have no choice but to... You're welcome.

Yang Sheng held the person's hair and combed it carefully, and said in his heart, "It's really thin and soft."

"Yang Sheng, if you are so perverted, I won't let you do it." Xia Zang said suddenly.

eh?

Yang Sheng immediately realized that he was the one who spoke out the danger in his heart.

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't say that just now!" Yang Sheng argued vigorously.

Xia Zang asked, "Who said that?"

Yang Sheng was so ashamed to face anyone, he could only put the comb around Xia Zang's neck, put it close to his ear and replied in a self-defeating manner: "The little hamster said it."

Alright, he's going to find a crack in the floor and stuff himself in.

And Xia Zang just laughed, Yang Sheng sneaked a glance out of the corner of his eye, the tip of his ear was red with blood.

There are still 247 days before the college entrance examination, and the hard-working high school students who have only rested for less than three days have returned to the cage of the school.

Before the evening self-study at six o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Zang was dragged by Yang Sheng to the dry pot restaurant, saying that he had a good meal before going on the road.

The face is sad and determined, just like Jing Ke who said goodbye to Prince Yan by the bank of Yishui. When there is a little wind and a drum, he can sing "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone."

"It won't happen, it won't happen, it's not like eating a beheaded meal." Xia Zang still comforted the child jokingly.

"You have to have a sense of ritual in life." Yang Sheng explained.

Do you feel that your sense of ritual is to eat a meal with a severed head?

Xia Zang complained silently, but his wrist was held by Yang Sheng, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Forget it, let him go.

Anyway, after getting along with this little hamster for a long time, Xia Zang always associates with the word helpless, and it feels quite natural to hang on to it.

Who can stand his black eyes blinking, or the corners of his mouth drooping?

Xia Zang couldn't do it, and when he saw that the expression on his face didn't move, his heart softened first.

As a result, as soon as he climbed the five or six steps in front of the store, Yang Sheng didn't move, but only held Xia Zang's hand tightly.

Xia Zang followed his gaze and saw four burly boys sitting around a square table against the wall.

One of the boys saw the two of them and hooked his lips jokingly: "What a coincidence, Yang Sheng, are you coming here for dinner too?"

The corners of Yang Sheng's mouth trembled, and he was about to speak.

The other three also looked over when they heard the movement; the boy continued to smile with confidence: "Why, you abandoned your Jiang Yanxu? But I think this one is not as good as him, alas, he wants I know it will be sad."

"Speaking of which, Jiang Yanxu can be regarded as half of our buddies. If you are so ungrateful, please let us deal with you!" Immediately afterwards, the others also echoed in a strange way, trembling exaggeratedly when it came to "thin and ungrateful" for a moment.

Xia Zang frowned, but Yang Sheng didn't back down, and frankly pulled his wrist into the store.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at the four of them carefully, and said with a light smile, "If you don't want to die, just shut up."

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