tall rose

Chapter 30 XXX

One autumn rain and one cold, not to mention that Yang Sheng cut his hair short, and the neck was even more chilly.

But it is more convenient for Xia Zang to pinch the back of his neck. Sometimes Yang Sheng closes the vocabulary book and shakes his head with his eyes closed, and Xia Zang's hand will reach out to caress from the back of his neck to the back of his head, then to the earlobes and the side of his face.

Like some large-scale figure decoration, he can be touched and pinched, and occasionally makes strange noises, and Xia Zang will be amused by it.

"Brother, don't you just change to a new hairstyle, what are you up to?" In the end, Yang Sheng couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the well-knit and warm hand, resisting the anger in his heart so as not to bite his fingertips.

"The new hairstyle, it looks good." Xia Zang smiled with squinted eyes, and repeated as if he was afraid that he would not believe it, "It's really pretty."

But it was only cut short, and by the way, he brushed his bangs, Yang Sheng couldn't see anything good in the mirror.

Xia Zang moved closer to him, and he could smell the strawberry toothpaste.

It's strange, since the tube of mint was not used up, Xia Zang replaced it with a children's toothpaste.

Occasionally, Yang Sheng saw the extra toothpaste in Xia Zang's cup, so he couldn't help asking.

Xia Zang was holding a toothbrush in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mint-flavored toothpaste is not good."

Very fancy reason.

But it is true that the strawberry taste is very sweet.

He originally thought that Xia Zang would have a cool and cold personality, like a moonlight made of mint; but in fact, after getting to know him well, Xia Zang is a soft candy.

More and more people want to lick.

Of course, Yang Sheng also admitted that this was his obsessive liking.

"You're not afraid that I'll bite you." Yang Sheng murmured, but Xia Zang didn't hear him clearly.

So Xia Zang put his shoulders on his shoulders as if nothing happened, and said, "You did a good job this time, and I'll give you a little red flower."

As he spoke, he ticked his palm twice.

"I'm really looking forward to the reward after the college entrance examination." Yang Sheng said, holding Xia Zang's hand backwards.

"Then you look forward to it slowly, I haven't figured it out yet." Xia Zang sighed, pretending to be distressed.

Alas, every day.

You need to add more clothes to cool down, and the daily learning will jump back and forth between full of chicken blood and lack of motivation.

Brother Liu lost his temper again because of the dullness in English class; sister Yi began to practice methodically in groups of mathematics; Lao Wang took his sleeping spell and mad cursive blackboard writing to launch a review attack on compulsory 2 and 3; Lao Lu seldom blew water Many of them just set a new class rule, that is, let everyone in the class buy a set of comprehensive essay test papers, and complete at least two papers a week; the Chinese and history teachers who are usually forgotten by Yang Sheng in the corner also set up new tasks Son, as for what it is, Yang Sheng doesn't really know.

"So you didn't listen to the composition class at all, did you?" Hao Yue severely condemned Yang Sheng's attitude.

Yang Sheng only raised his hand weakly: "Then can I borrow your composition notes?"

There is no way, Yang Sheng's attitude towards Chinese composition is that it is OK to get a score of 45 or more. He has never bothered to work hard in areas that he is not good at.

But the relationship between the history teacher and him is not bad, although he is sorry for people always forgetting people in the corner.

Fortunately, the history teacher said that as long as you can maintain a score of 80 or more in history, he agrees and does not bother to work hard in areas that he is not good at.

But speaking of it, his history is the one with the highest grade among the three subjects of liberal arts, and his favorite geography always gives him a fright.

Because of this, Lao Lu "laughed" at him a lot.

Sometimes Yang Sheng wondered whether he was pro-teacher or not. You see, Old Wang next door always praised and scolded him, and never played yin and yang.

Then Yang Sheng received a block letter copybook from Old Wang.

"I have corrected your test papers several times, and the words on the big questions are getting worse every time. Be careful that the marking teacher will deduct points for you because they can't understand your words in the college entrance examination."

Teacher, what kind of courage do you have to tell me!

Yang Sheng accepted it angrily, thinking that he was already a teacher, so he could draw talismans as he wished.

"Actually, I can write it well!" Going back to Xia Zang at night, Yang Sheng felt that his tears of grievance could flood the entire Yunshan County.

But Yunshan County is a mountain city, and there is no water accumulation in rainy days.

"Then if you practice more, you will write better." Xia Zang said softly, with a tone that sounded like coaxing a child.

The child immediately stopped yelling, and looked down at the copybook with a hint of shame.

Xia Zang's handwriting is extremely neat and beautiful, and he can bear the phrase "writing is like a person".

Yang Sheng wrote seriously, and at least he could read it; after a while, he wrote a few sentences "When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are drowsy", and pushed it to Xia Zang to read with a bit of anger.

What he wrote was the lyrics of the song "When You Are Old", which was adapted from Yeats' original poem, and it was different from the version translated by Mr. Yu.

"You Gui Geng?" Xia Zang only glanced at him, and couldn't help laughing.

"Eighteen." Although it wasn't full yet, Yang Sheng still had to answer with a stiff neck.

"Well, did I tell you, we live downstairs with a six-year-old, um, seven-year-old girl this year." Xia Zang pushed the paper of the poem back to him, "She writes characters similar to yours. It is said that she is the most neat handwriting in her class."

"Brother, remember to be more straightforward next time when you hurt me." Yang Sheng said lazily, "Otherwise, with my language level, I won't be able to understand you."

"Actually, it's really not ugly." Xia Zang said, "It's just that your font is round and the strokes are not very straight, so the font looks very...young."

Alright, alright, Yang Sheng admits it, his brother, the person he puts on top of his heart, everything he says makes sense.

What's more, people really don't exaggerate.

"But by the way, brother, how did you know the little girl downstairs?" Yang Shenghu, who calmed down and had a high IQ, asked in question.

His brother is not sociable, but he can see it.

"Just last year, she just entered elementary school, and she couldn't keep up with math and English. Her mother found out that I was a high school student. She stopped me in the corridor and took me to help her daughter with homework. After one semester, the little girl has adapted to school life, and now her self-study ability is super good, so I will be honorably laid off and retired to the second line." Xia Zang said slowly, "I will introduce you to me when I have a chance in the future. The little girl is very cute, she Mom’s desserts are also delicious.”

"Tsk, at first glance, brother, you are the kind of person who is especially good at teaching children." Yang Sheng sighed, "You are so gentle and patient, and children will eat what you do."

Cough, it seems that I have given connotation to myself.

"Stop flattering." Xia Zang said, smiling.

As the weather got colder, he put on an extra layer of cotton sweater with a hood and two ropes hanging from his shoulders. Inside was his previous wide-sleeved pajamas, and he would take off the outer layer to keep warm before going to bed.

During the day, a light blue sweater and loose sweatpants look relaxed and warm.

It looks very huggable.

Yang Sheng licked his lower lip eagerly.

And since it was still at the end of summer when he moved here, Yang Shengdai didn't have many clothes, so he could wear whatever he wanted before it was too cold.

But when it came time to add clothes, it seemed a bit stretched.

Fortunately, Xia Zang is generous and has no obsession with cleanliness, so he is willing to lend him his clothes; so he is wearing Xia Zang's denim jacket over his pajamas, which fits him well as expected.

They are about the same size and can easily wear each other's clothes.

When another weekend comes, Yang Sheng decides to go home and bring over his winter clothes, so he can't always take advantage of Xia Zang.

Bring clothes here so that Xia Zang can take advantage of him, hehe.

Xia Zang found that the more he looked at Yang Sheng recently, the more pleasing he was to his eyes. He didn't mean that he didn't like Yang Sheng before, but he just felt that he would stare at him in a daze for a long time.

Sometimes Yang Sheng noticed it, but Yang Sheng seemed to be used to it, with a "look, I know I'm good-looking" stinking look.

Well, the culprit of this situation seems to be himself.

Xia Zang admits it.

But there was something wrong with being in a daze for too long. The round clock on the wall recorded that Xia Zang once stared at Yang Sheng for 10 minutes.

Fortunately, Yang Sheng was writing comprehensive essays at that time, isolating everything around him from his senses.

Maybe it's because he wears his clothes outside recently, which makes Xia Zang feel familiar and fresh.

If you can look twice, just look twice.

As a result, after a few days, I still can't get tired of watching it.

"Has brother Xia ever played with a Barbie doll?" Hu Die asked with a puffy face after biting the rice ball Xia Zang handed over.

That evening, when I went to the school gate for dinner, Yang Sheng was dragged away by that classmate Jiang. Xia Zang had to buy rice balls by himself, and walked downhill all the way to the outer edge of a natural park near the school.

There is a concrete ladder going down to the inside of the park.

Xia Zang randomly found a step and sat down, with the shadows of trees dancing on both sides, swaying and scattering the broken gold of the afterglow; not far away came "The boundless sky is my love", Xia Zang took a bite of the rice with the singing dumpling.

The glutinous rice is too solid, and I choke when I swallow it.

The little girl Hu Die who lived downstairs from him climbed up from the end of the stairs at this time.

"Hu Die." Xia Zang called softly when the little girl's braids jumped in front of her eyes.

The twisted braids fell on her shoulders, and the little girl blinked her black and white eyes, and shouted crisply: "Brother Xia!"

So he sat next to Xia Zang, and unceremoniously took the rice balls handed over by Xia Zang.

"Mom is dancing on the dam below, so I asked me to come up to find something to eat." The little girl muttered while biting the rice ball, "I planned to buy it, but Brother Xia, if you invite me to eat, I don't need to spend money."

"Can save to buy a Barbie doll."

Xia Zang didn't quite hear the little girl's muttering, and just nodded habitually.

Suddenly the little girl asked, has Brother Xia ever played with a Barbie doll?

If it weren't for a grain of white glutinous rice sticking to the corner of her mouth, the little girl's serious expression would have been like asking him the most difficult Mathematical Olympiad question in elementary school.

Xia Zang shook his head sincerely and said, "No."

That's what girls do.He didn't say this, but Hu Die said like a little adult: "Because Brother Xia is a boy, boys really don't play with Barbie dolls."

"But I think that as long as you tie the doll's hair and change its clothes once, no one will like it. But my mother said, I'm just playing for fun, it's not like whether I like it or not."

"Mom doesn't understand at all, she only knows how to make me do math problems!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, Hu Die took two bites of the rice ball angrily, "What does liking have to do with being playful, liking is liking!"

But Tong Yan had no scruples, Xia Zang laughed, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to the little girl, "Wipe your mouth."

"Wipe after eating." The little girl was still angry, and coolly rejected Xia Zang.

There is an evening wind passing through the treetops above the head, and the mottled gold flakes sway and fall to the eyebrows and clothes corners of the people under the tree.

"Why do you like it?" Xia Zang asked the little girl after swallowing the last bite of the rice ball.

"That's my Barbie doll, why don't I like it?" the little girl asked Xia Zang back.

At the end of the braid, there is a light yellow ribbon tied into a knot, fluttering and turning into a butterfly, perched in the halo on the little girl's shoulder.

Xia Zang believes in the existence of the butterfly effect, that is, a pair of light wings that stir up a storm of thought.

Mine... mine.

"Brother, so you are here." A hand reached out from behind and patted Xia Zang's shoulder.

He looked back with the little girl, Yang Sheng was standing on a higher step, wearing his denim jacket.

He didn't fasten the metal button, but opened it lazily, revealing the bottoming shirt inside, which was also his.

The joyful mood surged up again, and Xia Zang asked, "Aren't you with your classmate?"

"He..." Yang Sheng curled his lips, and walked down one level to Xia Zang's side, "I'm looking for his friend."

After bending down and sitting down, he circled Xia Zang's shoulders and looked at the little girl on the other side: "Who is this?"

"My name is Hu Die." The little girl replied loudly, without any fear.

"Oh, the little girl downstairs." Yang Sheng remembered, "Xiao Fudie."

"It's Hu Die, and Wuhu!" The little girl retorted displeasedly, biting the pronunciation of the words seriously.

"Hewu... Fu?" Yang Sheng wanted to tease the child, but he couldn't tell the difference.

"Brother Xia, he bullied me!" But the little girl was very witty, and immediately stopped messing with him, and complained to Xia Zang in the blink of an eye.

Xia Zang finally handed over the paper towel and wiped the glutinous rice grains from the corner of the child's mouth, "He is younger than you, only three years old this year. Hu Die is the older sister, let the younger brother go."

"Well, well, I know we should respect the old and love the young." The little girl nodded, and decided not to care about the "children".

"Hey..." Yang Sheng was ridiculed for not being cute, and strangled Xia Zang's neck pretending to be angry, "Then I am three years old, how old are you, brother?"

"Three years and two months." Xia Zang said seriously.

One word made people speechless.

The little girl next to her was thoughtful: "Then I am seven years old this year, four years older than both of you, so I call my sister my sister!"

All right, the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows.

The "three-year-old" duo couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, and followed the little girl and said, "Sister."

The voice fell neatly, which made my sister very satisfied.

But in the end, I still had to send the "sister" to her mother's side. I have to say that the aunt was also big-hearted, and she put the park square to dance by herself, and let the little girl climb up the hill to have dinner by herself.

But seeing the little girl bouncing towards her mother, with the light yellow hair ropes flying, the brothers were quite relieved.

"A man lives up to his name." Yang Sheng whistled, and smiled softly, "What a little butterfly."

"So you can still tell the difference between HF." Xia Zang joked.

"Hiss, brother, I realized that you are addicted to laughing at me?" Yang Sheng frowned unhappily.

"That's because you are poisonous and addicted." Xia Zang said, lowering his eyes to touch the brick machine in his pocket, and saw that the time was 55:[-].

Oops, class starts at six o'clock.

"Let's go, class is about to begin!"

He put the phone in his pocket neatly, pulled the wrist of the person next to him, and climbed up the concrete ladder in one breath.

Yang Sheng was dragged by him and stumbled: "I have to climb the hill to enter the school gate later, I will definitely not make it in 5 minutes! I will be late anyway, why are you in such a hurry, brother!"

What does it mean to be late anyway, one set of fallacies after another.

But running all the way up the hill, I was really out of breath.

"Walk back slowly, don't be in such a hurry...life is important." Yang Sheng grabbed Xia Zang with his backhand, as if he was afraid that he would be reckless again.

The setting sun receded the last afterglow and the lights were just coming on. Xia Zang slowly adjusted his breathing and agreed to Yang Sheng's suggestion.

"Every day." Xia Zang panted softly.

"What's the matter?" Yang Sheng followed suit, "I don't study and I don't review."

"Then skipping class?" Xia Zang blurted out with a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Brother, you still have to pick up your student's burden." Yang Sheng shook his arm, smiling with a small bracket at the corner of his mouth in the light and shadow of the street lamp, "But anyway, the first class is self-study, we can go to the surrounding area let's go."

"Skipping only one class?" Xia Zang approached Yang Sheng with a hint of persuasion.

Yang Sheng was wearing his coat, his shirt, completely...his.

He leaned closer, as if everything should be taken for granted.

"Then spend the night." Yang Sheng exhaled leisurely, his black eyes reflecting the light, "Where do you want to go?"

At such a moment, countless scenes he saw in novels and dramas flashed through Xia Zang's mind, and perhaps it would be appropriate to answer "The End of the World" in the next second.

That was too much like elopement, like a romantic thing between lovers.

Xia Zang opened his mouth, and suddenly found something stuck in his throat.

The author has something to say:

If all abnormalities cannot be explained by logical thinking, then you have to consider that you may like it.

Ah, skipping class, I love skipping class~

(No, good boy, don’t learn it. I only escaped once after college. Well, it’s not considered an escape. It’s just that you don’t have to go to the classroom on the day of the end of the elective evening class, as long as you hand in your homework to the teacher. At that time, my friend and I emailed homework to the teacher, jumped on the bus, and wandered around the nearby commercial street. But it was indeed a bit of a pleasure to skip class, after all, the class was not over yet, everyone went to class, I Two go to eat Southeast Asian specialties...it's too much hh)