"Little classmate." The boy was still a few steps away from the platform on the second floor, and He Yuzheng couldn't wait to call him. The boy raised his head, and He Yuzheng was stunned. The people here... all look good. Good-looking, the girl was just now, and so is the little boy now.

"Hello, do you know which house Jiang Fang lives in?" He Yuzheng smiled brightly again, the boy looked at him silently, stopped, and raised his brows.

"Are you looking for Jiang Fang?" The boy's crisp childish voice sounded serious.

"Well... yes, I have something to do with him..." Not only are they all good-looking, but they are also very defensive.

"What's the matter?" The boy looked at He Yuzheng intently.

"A little... private matter, do you know where he lives?"

"I don't know." The boy walked into the corridor without looking back with a heavy schoolbag on his back. He stood outside the third room and knocked on the door: "I'm back."

Soon, the door opened, and the little boy walked in, not staring at He Yuzheng like the girl just now. He Yuzheng lay back on the balcony again, and people passed by downstairs from time to time. He Yuzheng was already sleepy, but Jiang Fang had not yet appeared.

There are several mountains outside Huaishan Town. After dark, the wind blows down the mountains. In early autumn, He Yuzheng, who had been running around for a day, felt a little cold. He planned to come back tomorrow. He Yuzheng stared at the large suitcase that he finally carried , sighed, and had to carry it down again.

There seemed to be no lights on the public stairs. He Yuzheng could only move the suitcases down layer by layer in the dark, and finally moved to the corner. At this moment, there was a sudden "pop", the top of the corner suddenly flashed twice, and then the corridor Illuminated, the wattage of the tungsten light bulb is small, but it is enough for He Yuzheng to see the steps...and the person walking up.

The sudden light and the person who suddenly appeared in front of him made He Yuzheng break out in a cold sweat. His legs became weak and his language function was lost for several seconds. Frightened, he didn't even slow down, as if He Yuzheng was transparent.

"Jiang Fang." He Yuzheng finally spoke up, his voice was low, but it was enough to be heard in the quiet corridor.

He Yuzheng raised his head and looked at the boy who was about to reach the second floor, a shirtless boy with blue shoulders and blood on the corners of his mouth.

The boy turned his head and looked at He Yuzheng, without speaking, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Jiang Fang." He Yuzheng called out again, as if in order to strengthen himself, he didn't even care about the suitcase, and trotted two steps to Jiang Fang: "You... I'm He Yuzheng..." He Yuzheng's proud social skills and eloquence were all frightened by just that, and he was stumbling and stumbling, and the whole person was embarrassed and cramped.

The boy blinked, then turned upstairs without looking back.

"Hey, don't go..." He Yuzheng hurriedly followed, and saw that Jiang Fang had reached the door of the third room, took out the key to open the door... Co-authored... It's a family. ...He Yuzheng stood blankly at the end of the corridor, Jiang put the door, and warm yellow light diffused from the room. Soon the door was closed, and the balcony turned cold blue-black again.

The second the balcony went dark, He Yuzheng suddenly recalled how Jiang Fang had just passed by him: Jiang Fang had broad shoulders, and his wheat-colored body had clear muscle texture. The thin muscles are also natural enough to be eye-catching; then there is the stature, if he used his original reference, Jiang Fang would be about 1.84 meters; the last is the appearance, I don’t know if there is some atmosphere illusion, anyway, in the dim and narrow corridor, He Fang. Yuzheng felt that the scarred Jiang Fang was the most handsome peer he had ever seen in his life.

He Yuzheng stood in the corridor for a while, hesitantly took two steps forward, he planned to knock on the door, at least clarify who he was and why he came. The window of the third room let out some warm light, but most of it was blocked by cardboard. He Yuzheng couldn't see the scene inside through the window. He stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand. .

"Click", the door opened from the inside.

"Brother, it's him! I'll be waiting for you here at five o'clock, don't say anything, you're not like a good person!" The girl's voice sounded in the room, He Yuzheng looked innocently at Jiang Fang standing in front of him: "I...I came to play football with you, I'm a good guy."

The humming noise in the room suddenly disappeared. Jiang Fang stared at He Yuzheng, his pupils were as deep as the sea, and two seconds later he spoke with a low and cold voice: "I borrowed it."

He Yuzheng took a step back because he didn't know, and only then did he see Jiang Fang carrying a bag of garbage in his hand, Jiang Fang went downstairs with the garbage, He Yuzheng hit the wall again, and he was extremely lost. Rain and rain, when have you been ignored like this?

He Yuzheng raised his eyes and saw the scene in the room at a glance. The little boy was doing his homework on the side, the girl was cleaning the tableware and chopsticks on the low table, and there was an old man reading a newspaper sitting in the corner of the room.

"Is Jiang Fang still playing football now?" He Yuzheng suddenly shouted into the room, a little bit of a mess. Except for the old man, the little boys and girls all looked over, but none of them said anything. It seems that the topic of "playing football" It was a taboo for the family, and even the always fierce girl just glared at He Yuzheng this time.

"Stop kicking." Jiang Fang, who returned from throwing away the garbage, calmly answered He Yuzheng's question. He Yuzheng raised his head slightly, but Jiang Fang did not look at him and walked straight into the house.

The door was closed again, and the corridor was dark. He Yuzheng stood silently, perhaps because he was shocked this day, or maybe he was thinking of a new way; after a while, the voices of other residents coming upstairs came from the stairwell. : "Whose thing! Why put it on the stairs to block the way!"

He Yuzheng finally regained his senses and hurried to carry his suitcase.

Chapter 2 Getting to know you

In the early morning of early autumn, a thin layer of fog came up, and the originally hard ground was soaked in water and became soft and fluffy underfoot.

"Jiang Fang!" He Yuzheng held the half-eaten fried dough sticks in his hand and ran to the boy who was a little blurred by the fog at a distance of five or six meters.A cry so clear that I don't know how far it went.