Soon a piece of skin was brushed, and due to the angle, the others didn't know whether they kissed or not, but when they saw the two hugging each other and falling together, they started to scoff.

"Teacher! I'm reporting that someone here is unleashed!"

"Teacher! I prove they are just socialist brotherhood!"

"Teacher! I'll apply to read it again!"

"Teacher! I applied to kill me to help them!"

Kong Xiaoxiao is also a genius. He actually instructed the music team to play love music, and even climbed to the top of the shelf and sprinkled rose petals.

The scene is almost out of control, and it basically has nothing to do with what happened in the plot and whether the stage looks good or not.

When Xia Zhiye realized what he accidentally kissed just now, his body stopped a little.

It's not sweet, it's soft and slightly cool, like a green peach soaked in well water in April.

His heart was beating fast, pounding against the wall of the cavity, so that he could only see Song Yan's red ears.

When Song Yan lowered her voice, she asked in a cold voice, "You can't get up."

Only then did he come back to his senses, and stood up neatly.

He picked up Song Yan with one hand, and then made a natural bow: "I was careless for my brother just now. It was very abrupt, but I had doubts in my heart. Yingtai is not a daughter, so why is there a ring mark on her ear."

Song Yan knew that he was saving the scene, so he straightened his robes and replied coldly: "There is a reason for the earring marks, why should Brother Liang be suspicious, there are many temple fairs in the village, and I will play Guanyin every year. Brother Liang, You have to concentrate on making a fuss, you don't think about hairpin skirts in your future."

He turned sideways as he spoke, as if alienating, but he just happened to expose the small ear hole on the tip of his right ear in front of Xia Zhiye.

The complexion went from cold white to reddish, and Xia Zhiye thought of the gradually ripening peaches.

He lowered his head and arched his folding fan: "I dare not watch Guanyin from now on."

Song Yan himself didn't know how the remaining scenes were performed, and it was probably all based on the mechanical memory of so many days of rehearsal.

Anyway, when the last two people turned into butterflies in wedding dresses, the whole audience was like crazy, but not one of them cried, just made a fuss, and there were amazing voices of admiration for Song Yan's women's clothes.

A good classic tragedy, stupefied as a love sketch, maybe this is the inexplicable happiness of contemporary high school students.

But this kind of happiness has nothing to do with Song Yan.

After thanking the curtain and stepping off the stage, he ignored the group of people who came to celebrate, picked up his clothes, and went straight into the booth of the dressing room.

After the inferior chemical fiber fabric was removed from his body and replaced with a comfortable T-shirt, Song Yan slowly exhaled.

Turning around, facing the mirror, tore off the hair cap, and brushed the hair on his forehead. He found that his ears were a little red, so he raised his hand and twisted it roughly twice.

Isn't it just that the two big men accidentally touched each other, what's so popular?

But it's not a big deal, and it's a bit embarrassing to say it's small. It's embarrassing not to mention it at that time.

It's impossible for the two to meet without talking.

Instead, it made it look like there was something real.

Song Yan thought, the door was knocked.

Song Yan asked, "Who?"

Xia Zhiye: "Me."

The air fell into a moment of subtle silence.

Xia Zhiye laughed lazily outside the door: "Why, you are afraid to see me when you are hiding, because you are afraid that I will ask you to be responsible for me?"

Song Yan originally wanted to say that you are responsible for taking responsibility, but she felt that this was not right, so she simply didn't say it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Zhiye said slowly: "It's useless to hide, this is my first kiss, you have to compensate me for what you do, like..."

Protracted tone, tone is vague and ambiguous.

Song Yan paused at her fingertips.

Xia Zhiye restrained his smile and said seriously: "For example, how about a big glass of meaty grapes, less ice and cheese?"

Song Yan: "..."

He snapped his knuckles indifferently.

Embarrassing shit, what's so embarrassing with such a person.

Outside the door, Xia Zhiye was still discussing fearlessly: "Oh, geezer, just buy it for me, everyone else at the same table has received the first cup of milk tea in autumn, and I don't have it, so I'm so embarrassed. And you Seeing that I sacrificed my ** for you just now, you just... oh, geezer, take it easy, it hurts."

Before the words were finished, the door to the dressing room was opened, and a pale, thin hand stretched out unbearably, grabbed his collar, and dragged him into the dressing room to give him a hard beating.

After the beating, the perpetrator picked up the mobile phone and pushed open the door with a blank expression: "Do you want to pack the cheese?"

"Yes." The abuser followed up with a smile, hooked Song Yan's neck, and walked out together.

It was as if those heartbeats that had accelerated because of a kiss that wasn't really a kiss and those vague and unknown embarrassments had all cleared up in a matter of seconds.

As for where they go in the end, it's their own business.

After all, no one wants to touch the green peach impulsive and presumptuous when it is completely immature.

Young people only want the happiness in front of them.

For example, I thought that Song Yan would have to ignore him for a week no matter what, but now that he was coaxed, Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.

So Song Yan actually only has a hard mouth all over his body. In fact, his ears are soft, his waist is soft, his face is soft, his heart is soft, and even his fists are as soft as a cat tickling.

But when it comes to soft, in fact, the mouth is soft.

Recalling the touch between his lips just now, the smile on Xia Zhiye's mouth deepened unconsciously.

Song Yan was inexplicable: "What are you laughing at?"

Xia Zhiye hooked his neck and took it back: "It's nothing, I just think our class should be the first in this class."

If it was the previous jury panel, it would be nice to give a consolation prize for a performance that overturned the roof.

But this time it was the audience vote, so it won the first place with an unquestionable rolling attitude.

How much is it crushed.

Probably there are only 812 people in the whole grade, but 931 unanimous votes were received, of which 827 votes were cast for "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai".

In this regard, the unifying teacher has nothing to say, and can only pretend that there are so many people in their grade.

After awarding the award and getting the bonus, Ruan Tian said what he said, and posted another thousand yuan, asking Kong Xiaoxiao to organize everyone to have a barbecue.

The next day is the National Day. There is no need to go to class or get up early. Except for a few who live far away from home and a few who are going to go out early in the morning, basically all signed up to participate.

The list of the last dinner party counted a total of 21 people, but after counting, there were 23 people.

Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, who were stuck in the crowd: "Are you two of the thirteenth class embarrassed? Are you embarrassed? Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"Aiya, Sister Xiao, you're talking too much. As far as our relationship with Master Xia is concerned, can we be outsiders? When you haven't seen them perform, are we the two of us shouting hardest?" Shang Huaipao Eyebrows.

Kong Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "What is the relationship between the two of you and Master Xia? Why don't I know."

"My son-in-law." Shang Huai didn't even think about it, he pointed at Zhou Ziqiu, "My big room, his second room."

Xia Zhiye: "Want to die?"

Shang Huai immediately changed his words: "Song Yan, my maid, his coachman."

When Kong Xiaoxiao heard this, she was happy: "It's not impossible for you to say that, let's go, let's go together."

Song Yan, who was suddenly in the big room, said: "..."

Xia Zhiye looked at his stinky face and asked with a smile, "Why, as a mistress, suddenly there are two more servants, how do you feel?"

Song Yan was extremely indifferent: "I feel like I finally know why the three of you are friends."

"why?"

"Because only fools like fools."

"..."

Xia Zhiye felt that it was not without reason.

Every roast must pass is a barbecue restaurant opened at the back door of No. 3 Middle School.

Because of the cheap price and good quality, the name is Geely, and the business has always been good. The twenty or so individuals could not sit at all in the house, so they set up a few tables on the side of the road and sat separately.

Before Song Yan sat down, Xia Zhiye had basically wiped his desk and chairs clean.

After wiping, Xia Zhiye took the menu and asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

Song Yan: "It's okay."

"Mild or medium spicy."

"Medium spicy."

"Do you eat mutton?"

"Don't eat."

"Where's the pork belly?"

"Row."

"What do vegetarians like to eat?"

"Casual."

Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, who were sitting across from them, were silent for inexhaustible words. They turned their heads and asked Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen, "Are they usually so arrogant in class?"

Xiaopang is not used to it: "It's almost the same. Anyway, my height of 175 and weight of 175 is basically similar to an ant in their eyes. They don't even bring me a cup of milk tea."

After speaking, Xia Zhiye, who was ordering food on the other side, raised his head and raised the succulent grapes in his hand.

Everyone: "?"

Xia Zhiye: "The first cup of milk tea in autumn."

Everyone: "So?"

Xia Zhiye: "I bought it for me at the same table."

Everyone: "..."

A moment of silence.

Shang Huai patted Little Fatty on the shoulder: "I'm so sorry for you."

Xiaopang patted Shang Huai's leg: "We will overcome the difficulties together."

Xia Zhiye took a sip of milk tea and lay down on the back of the chair: "If I remember correctly, the guitar that someone performed tonight seems to have half of my merit medal. If you feel bitter, please settle the bill first. "

Shang Huai said neatly: "I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Speaking of this, Song Yancai remembered that the program of Class 13 today seemed to be a band performance organized by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu.

She sang really well, and she seemed to have won the second prize, but didn't expect that the guitar was actually bought by Xia Zhiye.

This guy is really stupid.

Looking at Song Yan's expression, Shang Huai seemed to have guessed what he was thinking: "Brother Yan, let me tell you, our Master Xia is very loyal, and he is very kind to the people around him. It's definitely not a loss to know him."

Song Yan lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

Shang Huai thought he didn't believe it: "Really, just talk about me. When I was in junior high school, Master Xia was still next door, and I was in the third middle school. At that time, I grew up late, I was short, and I was robbed of money every day. I knew me, but when I met you on the road, you helped me fight, and then I became familiar with each other."

"After that, I wanted to form a band in my third year of junior high school, but other people ignored me, so Master Xia thought I could do it, and then pulled Zhou Ziqiu, the three of us worked as a black worker for a whole summer vacation and a winter vacation, and finally saved enough money to buy it. I played guitar, keyboard and drums, formed a band, and participated in the last youth music festival performance. Do you think our Master Xia is reliable?"

Just as the owner of the barbecue shop brought the beer over, Shang Huai opened it and slammed the can, "And let me tell you, this time, Master Xia won't betray your class, or else If you come on stage with us, you will know how handsome Mr. Xia is playing drums. Back then, it was very popular in the whole school, and many people liked him, and I couldn't even receive love letters from girls for him."

When Xia Zhiye heard this, he tapped his knuckles on the table twice, intending to interrupt.

Shang Huai wondered if he said something wrong: "What's wrong."

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye said casually, "I just want to correct a factual mistake of yours."

Shang Huai: "?"

"Not only girls' love letters, but also five boys' love letters. I am a person who is likeable by gender, age, gender, age, and age, so please don't narrowly define the audience for me, this is very imprecise ."

Everyone: "..."

Why can this person be so shameless.

But they dare not say it directly.

Only Song Yan slapped a snow beer in front of Xia Zhiye with a cold face, and said bluntly, "Please make a face."

Xia Zhiye took the can with one hand, clasped the tab with his index finger, hooked it lightly, and with a scoff, white foam emerged from the tin-gray metal, and pushed it back in front of Song Yan, coaxing a child, "Of course. , certainly not as popular as our classmate Song Daxi."

"Song, your mother's big..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, the word "hi" that was about to be exported died without a trace.

"I'll go take a call."

Song Yan got up and left his seat.

It has been a month and a half since he came to Nanwuman, and this is Song Minghai's first phone call.

When he was connected, he didn't have any warm greetings or caring greetings, and he didn't even care about why his grades in the opening test were only over 500 points and why he suddenly bought more than 1,000 roses today.

Just straight to the point: "The day after tomorrow, your mother's memorial day, come back tomorrow."

Song Yan's tone was not emotional: "I don't want to go back."

The tone on the other end of the phone was even less emotional: "it's okay if you don't want to go back. Tomorrow we're going to grandma and grandpa Lele's house for the Mid-Autumn Festival. We don't have time to visit your mother's grave. If you have a good conscience, you can do it yourself."

Song Yan lowered her eyelids and looked at the ground. After a while, she said coldly, "I'll be back tomorrow night."

"Um."

As soon as the voice fell, the other end of the phone immediately turned into a cold busy tone, without the slightest stagnation.

Song Yan lowered his hand and looked down at the small puddle on the ground, where his lonely figure was reflected in a crooked and ugly figure, only turbid and dirty.

When he turned his head, the lights behind him were bright and accessible, and everyone was talking and laughing around Xia Zhiye. The stars were as striking and lively as the moon.

He suddenly envied Xia Zhiye a little.

How nice to be liked.

Unlike him, he was just an annoying burden from childhood to adulthood.

When Song Yan returned to the table, the barbecue had already been served.

Xia Zhiye took a string of pork belly and handed it to him: "Is something wrong?"

Song Yan took it easily: "It's alright."

When the meat was delivered to his mouth, his wrist paused.

Xia Zhiye asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan paused for a moment, but chose to continue to put the pork belly into his mouth: "It's nothing."

Is this level of spiciness sure that it is only moderately spicy, why is it more spicy than the perverted spiciness in Beijing?

But if he directly said that he was hit by the medium spicy he ordered, he would be a little embarrassed, so he pretended not to change his face, and continued to chew slowly.

As a result, the spiciness was a bit beyond his tolerance. After he tried to eat a bunch of them, his lips started to turn abnormally red.

"Hiss", at first glance, it is spicy.

Xia Zhiye rarely saw that Song Yan was not so calm, so he handed over a can of cold beer and chuckled, "Slowly."

Song Yan insisted: "It's not spicy, no need."

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

Xia Zhiye held back his smile: "If it's not spicy, then another bunch?"

"..."

Childish provocation, fools will be fooled.

Then Song Yan picked up a bunch of potato chips covered with chili noodles and put it to his mouth expressionlessly.

Xia Zhiye saw that the fool was really eating, and was about to grab it, but Song Yan had already taken the first bite, and then he couldn't hold back a cough, and the chili noodles choked in his throat instantly.

Even for someone who is not afraid of spicy food, choking on the chili noodles in the throat is uncomfortable, not to mention that Song Yan is not very good at eating spicy food, and it feels like heaven for a while.

Song Yan held back her tears, and when she turned her back, she bent down to cover her mouth and coughed as much as she could.

The eldest young master is the eldest young master. At this time, he has not forgotten table manners.

Xia Zhiye patted his back for him, handed over a can of cold beer, the only water source in his hand, and said to Shang Huai, "Ask the boss if he has any cold boiled water and sugar, and if you have any, bring it, the more the better."

Song Yan was really uncomfortable, and regardless of what Xia Zhiye handed over, he poured it down.

The cold liquid flowed down the tip of the tongue and throat all the way, soaked the cells burned by the pepper, and calmed down the traces of pain and dryness, and finally felt more comfortable.

So when Shang Huai came back with Liang Baikai, Song Yan had already filled three large cans with Xia Zhiye's hand, and then lay down on the table, as if he wanted to slow down.

Shang Huai looked at the empty cans in front of him, and then looked at the water bottle in his hand, hesitating: "...What, do you still need it?"

"Let's put it here." Xia Zhiye planned to use the water to rinse the skewers for Song Yan later, "Where's the sugar?"

"Oh, here, plum candy, mint candy, chocolate candy, which one do you want?"

"Mint." Xia Zhiye took one, peeled it off, and patted Song Yan, "Eat candy."

Song Yan raised her head, opened her mouth obediently, blinked her eyes, and said nothing.

Fatty: "..."

Shang Huai: "..."

Zhou Ziqiu: "..."

I don't know why, but they thought the picture was a little scary.

Xia Zhiye also felt that something was wrong.

Although Song Yan is usually too lazy to peel the candy, he peels it himself and delivers it to his mouth, but he usually eats it without looking at it, and it is impossible to be like this...

Xia Zhiye held the candy with his fingertips and swayed it tentatively, and Song Yan's head also swayed obediently.

Xia Zhiye swayed up and down twice, Song Yan also swayed up and down twice.

Xia Zhiye put the candy into his mouth, and Song Yan watched obediently, blinking his eyes.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Done.

Xiaopang and the others also reacted: "No way, this is beer, it's only octave, only three cans, and then you're drunk?"

Shang Huai didn't believe it either, he stretched out a finger and gestured in front of Song Yan: "One plus one equals how much?"

Song Yan: "Two."

Shang Huai exhaled: "It doesn't look like he's drunk."

Zhou Ziqiu said in disgust, "Aren't your standards for normal intelligence a little too low?"

Shang Huai refused to accept: "Then you come and ask."

Zhou Ziqiu turned around and said, "One times two times three times four times five times six times seven times times eight times nine times times more times ten times. What is the equivalent? Please answer within three seconds."

Shang Huai and Xiaopang, who were not drunk at all and had the same intelligence as usual: "? Zhou Ziqiu, is this question a little embarrassing for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan replied, "3628800."

Shang Huai and Xiaopang: "??"

Take out the calculator and press: "..."

"I'm sorry, we were shallow."

Just throwing Song Yan's mental state into the math test room might get a full score back, but such a well-behaved, gentle and non-violent state really doesn't match their perception of Song Yan.

Shang Huai: "So is he drunk or not?"

Xia Zhiye: "If you're not drunk, do you think you can still be alive right now?"

"..."

Right.

Xia Zhiye was too lazy to pay attention to them, so he peeled a piece of candy and fed it to Song Yan. After letting him ease the pain in his tongue, he picked up the two's schoolbags and helped him stand up from the seat: "Okay, you can eat, I'll take Song Yan back first."

"Don't, Master Xia, the food has just been served, why are you going back?" Shang Huai hurriedly stopped him.

Xia Zhiye didn't even glance at him, just zipped up the school uniform for Song Yan: "You didn't see that he was already drunk."

"If you're drunk, you'll be drunk." Shang Huai couldn't understand. In the past, at a dinner party, there was no one who got drunk first, and he didn't see how Xia Zhiye was doing. "And isn't this a good thing? You can still do the math."

Xia Zhiye didn't want to answer him.

In autumn, the night was already cold, and Song Yan couldn't eat spicy food or drink alcohol, and now it's still in such a state.

Zhou Ziqiu glanced at the two of them, and pressed Shang Huai who was about to go up to forcibly keep the two of them: "If you want to live well, just sit down and eat your food."

Shang Huai: "?"

why? He didn't understand.

But what Zhou Ziqiu said was generally correct. After thinking about it, he didn't stay.

Song Yan also cooperated very well, and was taken to the roadside obediently by Xia Zhiye.

It was already dark and there were few vehicles. It was definitely impossible to go back to this dormitory now. Xia Zhiye asked in a low voice, "Can I take you to my house now?"

Song Yan nodded: "Well, good."

Then he held out his hand.

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Song Yan: "Hold on."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

At that moment, he was a little bit endeared by Song Yan.

He couldn't help but curled his lips, and then took Song Yan's hand: "Okay, brother hold it."

Two big boys over 1.8 meters were wearing school uniforms, holding hands, walking slowly in the cool autumn night.

The night was dark and heavy, the street lights were dim and trembling slightly, and the insect stings made their last debilitating calls, and the teenagers went home.

Song Yan suddenly said, "I smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Xia Zhiye explained: "There used to be a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus trees in this alley, and now there is still one in my grandmother's yard and my yard."

Song Yan responded, "Oh."

Xia Zhiye added: "So its name is actually called Zaijiu Lane."

Song Yan tilted her head: "So we live in the wine lane?"

Xia Zhiye thought that the personal pronoun Song Yan used was very interesting, and turned his head to look at Song Yan.

Song Yanzheng raised his head slightly.

The eyelashes that were usually drooping were lifted innocently at this moment, revealing dark and foggy eyes, and the lips were a little abnormally red because they were hot before.

When the whole person looked up and looked up, he seemed particularly well-behaved.

Xia Zhiye couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone, took a picture, and then replied, "Well, we live in Zaijiu Lane, which is this small yard, remember?"

Song Yan nodded obediently, and Xia Zhiye smiled again.

Holding him in one hand, he took out the key and opened the courtyard door.

As soon as the door opened, the door next door also opened. Little Mahjong ran out and hugged Xia Zhiye's knee: "Little Mahjong hasn't seen Brother Ye for a week! I miss Brother Ye so much!"

Immediately after, Grandma Liu also ran out: "Little Mahjong, I told you, don't run around at night. Hey, Ono, why are you back? Ouch, what's going on in Xiao Song, why does he smell of alcohol? Son."

Xia Zhiye: "He drank some beer and got drunk accidentally."

"Oh, you children, why are you drinking beer in such a cold day? Have you eaten dinner? You didn't eat it when you first saw it. Wait, grandma will cook some millet porridge for you. There is honey on the cabinet. Make a cup for Xiao Song to drink first."

After grandma Liu worryed about a lot, she ran into the kitchen with a little mahjong in a panic.

Song Yan stood there, her eyes followed her direction, blinking.

Xia Zhiye looked at him like this, guessing that he might not be able to digest what Grandma Liu said in the thickly accented Nanwu dialect, and was about to explain it.

Song Yan said, "She must love you very much."

Xia Zhiye didn't expect Song Yan to suddenly say this and raised his brows slightly.

Song Yan said, "She will scold you and cook for you."

Xia Zhiye jokingly said, "Is this really love?"

Song Yan nodded seriously: "Well, because no one scolds me, and no one cooks for me."

After a pause, she shook her head again: "No, my aunt will cook for me, but that's because she gave her money, so she can't count as loving me."

A person who is usually indifferent and tough, but now with his head drooping, he said these childish words earnestly and word by word, which made people feel sour for no reason.

Xia Zhiye remembered what Song Yan had said when he was a child that his aunt told his boy to get his ears pierced to make a living, and finally confirmed that Song Yan was really no one hurt when he was a child.

It's no wonder that he has developed such a bad temper that is difficult to get close to.

But it just looks stinky, but it's actually cute.

I can't see others being bullied, and can't see others being embarrassed, hard-mouthed, soft-hearted, and duplicitous, so how can those people who don't love him endure.

Xia Zhiye thought, Song Yan had raised his head again, looked at him, and the night was reflected in his eyes: "Do you think I am a particularly annoying little child?"

Xia Zhiye twitched his heart and asked in a low voice, "Why does little child Song Yan think so?"

"Because if it's not particularly annoying, why doesn't anyone like me? Dad doesn't like me, mom doesn't like me, and the aunt who raised me since childhood didn't like me either." Song Yan tilted her head and blinked slowly. next eye.

The layer of light mist that had been in his eyes before was turned into an imperceptible wetness on his eyelashes by his slow blink, as if trying to hide some kind of fragile emotion, and only the dark eyes were left. Deep unknown night sky.

He was thinking hard.

Like a child who did nothing wrong but tried to correct it because he wanted to be liked by adults.

Aggrieved and bewildered.

Xia Zhiye's heart was suddenly pierced.

The feeling of being stabbed is far more intense than the degree of heart racing when saw Song Yan changing clothes and accidentally kissing him on the cheek on stage before.

Although he didn't know what Song Yan had experienced, but looking at Song Yan's appearance at this moment, a certain emotion was like a surging tide that suddenly overwhelmed his heart, bringing suffocating numbness and grief.

Later, Xia Zhiye thought that even though he still didn't understand what emotions he had towards Song Yan that night, the love he said to Song Yan was not exactly the love that he had in the future.

But he knew very well that night for the first time he had an absurd urge to make someone hurt from now on.

So he reached out and gently rubbed Song Yan's head, the boy's voice was deep and gentle in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

He said: "How can no one like you, at least I like it very much."

The author has something to say: Lao Xia: I am talking about the love of straight men for brothers

Onlookers: Okay, understand.

Note: The lines of the drama "Liang Zhu" in this chapter are all quoted from the famous Chinese Huangmei tune movie "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai". It is a tribute, not an original one. Thanks to the senior artists.