Xia Zhuo came back to his senses when the person sat down at the front table with her schoolbag on his back.

The tablemate Zhao Suizi had been gossiping a lot today, but suddenly the boss sat in front, and his mouth didn't know how to open it.

Old Yang stood in the back for a while, then turned on the phone and went out to report for logistics repairs, "Hey, Lao Li, the window at the back door of our class..."

When the bell rang, everyone scattered like birds and beasts and returned to their seats one after another.

In the first Chinese class, there was a little left in the paper, and before the teacher arrived, the classmates at the same table got together and whispered small things, making a lot of noise.

Lu Fenghe's position is next to the heater, and the warmth in winter means drowsiness. He is already sleepy enough, so he can't fall asleep directly in the first class.

The Chinese teacher then entered the class, cleared his throat, and started the class directly. His voice was soft, which invisibly strengthened the hypnotic effect.I can't find an argument off topic, and the easiest way to get into the translation of this classical Chinese text is the present and the future..."

"The composition of Zhao Suizi in our class is well written this time. You can pass it on for a look. For those students who don't use the present and the future, just write a rough outline on paper and list down your ideas."

Xia Zhuo rested her chin and stared at a certain place in the classroom in a daze. The starting point of her composition was almost "now and the future". She started with the development of science and technology.

The sound of pages being turned was clear to her ears, and her gaze shifted from the lamp tube in the classroom to the front desk.

Holding a water-based pen with his slender knuckles, he scribbled lines on the paper.

Now: OK.

The handwriting is scribbled, but it is also really beautiful.

The following "future" is followed by two colons, but he has not been able to write for a long time. He seems to think about it for a few seconds, and finally draws a word casually:

slightly.

"..."

This man can really handle it.

During the break between classes, Xia Zhuo asked Zhao Suizi to go to the office to get homework for the winter vacation. There were five papers for each subject, the amount for one winter vacation.

The rest of the time is spent on self-arranged revision, and any weak subjects will be made up during the winter vacation. She scored 121 in the final math test, and the average math score in the Qingbei class next door is 140, and she is also in the top 50 of the grade. Her score is really not impressive.

Stretch has become a short board.

Xia Zhuo thought for a while, and came up with an extravagant idea, "Suizi, last time you mentioned that one-on-one learning master cram school, how much does it cost for a month's supplementary tuition."

"Four thousand and five a month." After Suizi finished speaking, she turned to look at her, "You are going."

Xia Zhuomo said for a moment, "Let me think about it."

She doesn't have that much money.

I don't know if Xia Jianjun is willing to give it.

After thinking about it, Xia Zhuo sighed softly, this kind of thing should be told to Xia Jianjun when he is not drinking, maybe he will agree.

In the office, Old Yang called a few students to talk, and they just walked in, and the other end happened to finish talking.

Among the few students who were called to talk was Lu Fenghe. Chen Chaoyang put his arm on his shoulders, and when he passed by her, he was happily talking about games that she didn't understand.

The two of them were too ordinary to pass by each other, Lu Fenghe didn't even raise his eyes.

But he saw the white jade bracelet on her wrist.

Thinking of something in his mind, he slowed down for a moment, tilted his head, and followed his gaze.

Everyone in Chen Chaoyang took two steps. If his hands weren't long enough, he might have to continue walking.

Chen Zhaoyang came back and took a picture of him, "What are you looking at?"

In the office, those who counted the papers were counting papers, and those who committed crimes were stunned. They were orderly, and they were all too busy.

Lu Fenghe's expression was calm, and he raised his footsteps again, "I didn't see anything."

Xia Zhuoren walked to the desk, and she seemed to smell it again in her breath, the scent that she smelled in the corridor of Tongzilou that day, if there was nothing, it could be called a high-end fragrance.

It's a bit like an incense burner at home.

My mother used to handle this thing, but Xia Jianjun said it was a mess, so she took it away and threw it away.

Xia Zhuo and Zhao Suizi took the test papers back to the classroom, but before they could be handed out, they put them on the window sill.

She turned around, and her eyes happened to meet a pair of dark eyes. Lu Fenghe was sitting on the side seat, leaning against the back table, with her head slightly raised, her long legs walking in the corridor, her posture was casual.His eyes seemed to fall on her inadvertently, and he looked at her generously, without any concealment.

His gaze is direct and hot, Xia Zhuo is not used to being looked at like this, so he hastily opened his eyes.

From the time Lu Fenghe saw the white jade bracelet, a memory about five or six years ago suddenly came flooding back. It may be that a certain setting was brought in in advance, and he looked more and more like him, even if he had an impression of that person in his mind.Already blurred.

Xia Zhuo passed the corridor, and someone's outstretched leg not only failed to retract, but stepped out even more vigorously, completely blocking most of it.

He suddenly called her name, "Xia Zhuo."

The boy's tone of voice was lax and lacking in manners. He was clearly in need of a beating but also had a cold nasal sound, making it impossible to blame him.

He didn't know what to call her for, he just wanted to call her.

Xia Zhuo was stunned for a moment, how could he know her name.

She raised her eyes lightly, as if puzzled.

Lu Fenghe was so stared at by the girl, only to realize later that he seemed to be blocking others unintentionally, and calmly retracted his legs, "I read the report card, Chen Chaoyang said, you are the firstgood student."

It should have been a compliment, but when he said it in that casual tone, it didn't look like it.

Not knowing what his intentions were, she just nodded without responding.

Lu Fenghe couldn't find a suitable topic to start with, and he always spoke up when he had something to say, asking straightforwardly, "Have you ever been to the capital?"

Xia Zhuo said, "I've been there once."

He asked again, "When."

It seemed a bit strange for two unfamiliar people to suddenly talk about this. She was a few seconds behind, and Old Yang had already walked into the class, holding a glass of canned yellow peaches and putting it on the podium, "Winter vacation homework is five sheets in one subject.Papers, I have fought with the teachers of various subjects, as few as possible, I have to be more conscious, the last holiday, it is time to make up lessons, and it is time to work hard. The classmate Chen Pinbo in our class is at the bottom of the exam this time., it's time to fight hard."

There was a mess of laughter, and Xia Zhuo hurried back to his seat.

After the two sentences before class, he seemed to have forgotten, and no one mentioned it again.

Xia Zhuo would look at him in class these days, consciously or unconsciously, the young man was sitting directly in front of her, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and he was thin. When he lowered his head, he could see the spines on the back of his neck.

He occasionally flipped through two pages of the book in front of him, and sometimes even took out a pair of glasses from his schoolbag to put them on, but he didn't read the blackboard, and he didn't do business, except for memorizing two sentences of Shang Yang's reform during the endorsement time, and the third sentenceBy the time got up, had already put hat on head and started to catch up on sleep.

After school on Friday night, Chen Chaoyang went to Lu Fenghe's house.

Chen Chaoyang's parents were not at home for the past two days, and he was too busy to stay alone, and he didn't come less often before, but today he just followed him again.

As soon as entered the door, "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was playing on the TV in the living room. That year, the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, and the emperor claimed to be the king of Guojun.

Ms. Song has watched the show as many times as it has been aired.

Lu Fenghe didn't need to look at the screen but just listen to the voice to know which episode it was.

Ms. Song turned her head and glanced at the door, "Little Chuan."

Lu Fenghe froze slightly when he was about to unload his schoolbag, then frowned, showing impatience again.

Ms. Song also came to her senses very quickly, and said awkwardly, "Fenghe, you guys do your homework. I'll turn down my voice and cut the fruits for you later."

Lu Fenghe didn't say a word, went straight to the kitchen refrigerator to get two bottles of Sprite, and threw them to Chen Chaoyang.

Chen Chaoyang caught it in a hurry, feeling that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and Lu Fenghe's expression looked like it might explode at any moment. Holding the Sprite, he didn't dare to breathe, and followed him into the room lightly.

Usually when he comes, the atmosphere is not so stiff.

Contact before and after, it should still be a matter of that day.

Chen Chaoyang put Sprite on the table casually, and only after he closed the door did he dare to ask, "Lu, why did you quarrel so fiercely that day?"

In the past, his parents would never touch him no matter what, the old couple couldn't bear it at all.

Lu Fenghe transferred to Experimental Middle School in the third year of junior high school, and Chen Chaoyang also met him at that time.

At first, thought he was a very cool person, and he was not easy to talk to, but after being punished for running away from school by accident, it can be regarded as sharing weal and woe.

The relationship between the two became close later on, and Chen Chaoyang gradually knew what was going on in his family. Lu Fenghe's father was rarely at home, and his mother, Ms. Song, took care of her daily life.

Chen Chaoyang had also wondered before. Although he said he was a child of old age, he had never seen someone who was so obedient and used to it.

Until one day Lu Fenghe told him that he actually had an older brother named Lu Chuanxing who died at the age of seventeen.

After Lu Chuanxing's death, Ms. Song couldn't accept it, and was depressed. Under such circumstances, Ms. Song accidentally had him. Ms. Song once prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, thinking it was God's blessing.

His appearance was a gift, a gift, and the only hope that landed in this family at that time.

In this way, Chen Zhaoyang seems to understand, and it makes sense to be lawless.

At the beginning, because of Ms. Song's physical condition during pregnancy and premature birth, Lu Fenghe's physical condition was poor since she was a child. There were no major illnesses, but minor illnesses continued. Ms. Song also quit her job very early and worked as a housewife at home. She devoted seventeen years of her lifeCultivate a fragile seedling.

Until he fell ill when he was in junior high school, the high fever persisted, and the cause could not be found out. Ms. Song had nowhere to seek medical treatment. Finally, after listening to people's gossip, she went to the mountain to invite a Taoist priest.

There is no way to verify whether the Taoist priest is true or not. Anyway, he has said a lot, and the conclusion is that he has enjoyed the extravagant wealth that he should not have enjoyed, and he has to pay it with other things.

The first son of the old couple is seventeen years old who will always stay in his prime.

Ms. Song's face turned pale after hearing this, and without further ado, she asked the master to go home, guide to the south, and guide to the north, and then packed up all the things within a week, and moved from the capital to Dong Jiang.

Before leaving, the Taoist priest left a kit, and the note said that it would be relocated every four years.

His life is doomed to wander.

His name can be divided into Xiaolu Xiaofeng Xiaohe, but there is no word "Chuan".

Two years ago, he accidentally saw Lu Chuanxing's junior high school classmates.He looked at the young man in the photo who was almost carved out of his own mold, and even the tear mole was in the same place.

The name next to the photo is chic and wanton, Lu Chuanxing.

The "river" of "mountain stop river travel".

At that moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood, as if some things he didn't understand before suddenly had answers.

He never liked model airplanes, but the toy his father bought most for him since childhood was model airplanes, saying that Little Chuan liked airplanes the most.

When he was young, he was shorter than children of the same age, short and thin, like a stunted soybean sprout. As he grew taller during adolescence, his parents would always look at him dazedly, as if they were looking through him to see other people.A person, after watching for a long time, the eyes of the old couple will get wet, and then tell him to say, "Little Chuan, our Little Chuan has grown taller again."

He is not a fool, he will only be depressed and uncomfortable if he knows some things, but he has been truly loved all these years.

All the backlog of contradictory emotions reached its peak in the afternoon a few days ago. He went out to the hospital to have the tear mole removed, and when he came back in front of his parents, he impulsively separated his relationship with someone, saying that he didn't want to be that Wanwan again.Wan Leiqing's stand-in.

So, snap, the love is gone.

After Lu Fenghe said this in a few words, he opened a can of Sprite and lazily leaned back on the chair. He just felt bored, and his whole body was full of boredom.

Fuck "Queen Pure Yuan".

That white-moonlight/muse stand-in who has been dead for eighteen years should be whomever he likes.

Chen Zhaoyang couldn't think of words to enlighten him for a while, and just about to open his mouth, his stomach growled first, and he let out a hungry wail.

The two looked at each other, and Lu Fenghe looked at the time again, taking it easy, "You do the questions, I'm also a little hungry, I'll go down and buy."

Chen Zhaoyang wanted to say forget it, and now everyone else is racing against time to get points, so let's write two questions together first.

These words didn't come out in his stomach, but suddenly he was full of emotion. From the day Lu Fenghe chose liberal arts, it was basically equivalent to him giving up his future.

Lu Fenghe is not a god of all sciences with both liberal arts and sciences. He is terrible in liberal arts. He doesn't like to learn. He doesn't understand the new things that spiral up and the old things perish.He doesn't care.

The vigorous vigor that should be seen at the age of seventeen or eighteen was not seen in him at all.

Chen Chaoyang saw the person leaving with his mobile phone in his pocket, and then he came back to his senses, looked at the indifferent figure and sighed, "Hey, Lu."

Xia Zhuo made a detour to a stationery store on the way home from school to buy things, and came back late. At night, the neighborhood was sparsely populated. A black car drove by on the side of the road. The headlights illuminated most of the road.I also took this opportunity to see a tall, thin and straight boy standing under the plane tree in front of me.

The cold white street lamps shone down, making people look lonely.

Lu Fenghe carried a bag of snacks in his left hand, and held a lollipop slanted in his mouth, quietly adding a bit of anger to his whole body.

He stood there, raised his head, and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon was covered by a layer of mist, so it couldn't be seen clearly, hanging in the sky dimly.

Xia Zhuo only saw him move his lips, but couldn't hear what he said.

She also looked up at the moon, and suddenly, very inappropriately, she remembered what the boy in the capital hospital once said: If the moon could hear it.

There is no beginning or end, she only remembers this half sentence.

The boy in front bit the candy into pieces and threw the white stick away. What he just said was yes.

"It's a fucking boring day."