It turns out that the fitness is to a certain degree, the muscles there can also be practiced ...

Pull up the pants and press the pumping keys. When he came over, I had spit out the foam in my mouth. After rubbing my mouth, after wiping my mouth with a towel, I let the open position and go to the bedroom to change clothes.

It ’s rare to get up together and wash together. Although I was early before my class time, it did not affect me to go out with Ran Qingzhuang to have breakfast downstairs.

When he asked for a bowl noodle, when he found Ran Qingzhuang, he sat alone by the window. There were two early plates piled up in front of him. One plate was fruit, and the other plate was filled with snacks such as bean paste, jujube cake, and muffin. In the cup, there is a large cup of fresh orange juice. It's all sweet.

"You eat so sweetly." I sat down opposite him.

The temperature was slightly cold in the morning, but the air was very good. Outside the window is facing the artificial ponds. From time to time, there will be birds that can't be named.

"I am prone to low blood sugar in the morning." Ran Qingzhuang raised a piece of muffin into his mouth, eating quickly, but eating it was not ugly. Instead, he had both education. Ah "Eating.

There are many things in his plate, and I have two or two noodles, and a few mouthfuls are finished. He still has a lot of fruits.

I wiped my mouth and thought of yesterday's dream, I couldn't help asking: "Do you remember the sports meeting when we were in my sophomore year?"

He raised his head slightly and glanced at me, probably the meaning of it was annoying, and said don't mention before you mentioned it.

I also know that I am a bit annoying, but I still have to ask: "I fell, my knees broke, my hands were bleeding, do you remember?"

He eaten in an orderly manner, and after a while, he swept the remaining fruits.

"Um."

I saw that he did not have obvious exclusion, and then asked: "Remember I was injured? Have you seen me that day?"

Ran Qingzhuang drank the juice in the dry glass, casually pumped his tissue and wiped his mouth, and got up, "What are you asking about it? That day was the wound I bandaged for you. Do you say I have seen you and haven't seen you?"

Chapter 19 Who can he be alone?

Ran Qingzhuang said that I didn't have any impression at all, but I did not remember how I was dealt with in the end. Is it really as he said, was he a wound for me?

We buried Little Black's body together, he bandaged my wounds, our relationship...was it that good back then?

My memory has always been at the level of his only gentleman. His stay in the hall only maintained one semester. Starting in the second semester of high school, the teacher saw that he performed well, so he did not let me continue to supervise him.

Except for the sporadic memory of the Games, I had very little intersection with him throughout the semester. Among them, he had seen it twice in the medical office. He said that he had low blood sugar, but I always felt that he should skip the class. Going forward, there is a literary party.

I remember that there was an accident during the rehearsal. The props were not fixed, and it fell off the ceiling and almost hit me. Fortunately, Ran Qingzhuang pushed me on the side, which made me avoid injuries. But Ran Qingzhuang himself seemed to be stunned, and his shoulders were not very moving in those days.

The person responsible for the props was scolded by the teacher, and the safety precautions of the party were repeatedly reiterated. Ran Qingzhuang was also put on a big leave because of injuries, and no longer needed to stay as hard work every day.

Then there is the third year of high school ... There is less memory of Ran Qingzhuang. Except for the scene where he and Lin Sheng kissed by Lin Sheng outside the classroom, I couldn't remember anything else.

The winter of that year was very cold, and the thick snow. I was ashamed in my heart. I went to Ran Qingzhuang in the winter vacation. In the impression, he was gone, and his family went to the building.

But it's not right either.If I hadn't seen him again after I reported him and Lin Sheng, on the day I met him again, the phrase "I don't want to see you again, Ji Ning" flashed in my mind, what was his situation and when did he say it?out?

Other people have a sad drama. When I am here, good guys are suspenseful dramas.

"Teacher, don't you eat? Today's little biscuits are my favorite." Jin Yuanbao shook his legs and handed me a rhombus biscuit.

The outside of the biscuits is wrapped in thin chocolates and dotted with some silver candy beads, which is a signed biscuit.

I took the biscuits and bit it gently, and there was a note in it.

"Teacher, what does your one write?" The young master blinked his curious little eyes, holding his hands on the table, and preferred me forward.

I flipped the note to him, and said, "Your smile is brighter than the sun."

The opponent's original excitement collapsed immediately, and it seemed a little boring. He sat back in his chair and picked up picked up the signed biscuit that was crushed into his mouth.

"I already have this one." His cheeks ate bulging, and said, "I haven't got a new note for a long time, and I don't like this small biscuit."

The young master took this as a card game. However, I can understand him.

Put the note on the desktop and look at the motto on the top. I remembered that there was a sideline in my mother's drilling camp. When I went out to sell snacks every night, the guests bought a certain amount of money, and they would send them a piece of signing cake.

Although it is worthless small things, because of interest, sometimes even if the amount is not enough, the guests will ask her to ask her.

At that time, a box of signed cakes at home, I will get two pieces every day, nor do I like to eat, or enjoy the fun of dismantling small note.

In three years in high school, the pressure was almost growing in step -level, family pressure, academic pressure, and invisible various pressures, which made me breathless.

When the third year of high school, the pressure reached the peak, and the fineness could not be remembered. All the scenery seems to be covered with frost and snow, all food, the entrance is only bitter. Fortunately, there is this small biscuit, relying on the same praise and soul chicken soup, let me have a Rosentear effect, which is greatly encouraged and supported.