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Chapter 25
Qi Zhong was stunned. He turned to look at Wu Yuan who suddenly appeared.
The light in the room shone on Wu Yuan's face, just to illuminate the wound on his chin.
Qi Zhong's irrepressible smile froze on his face, and the whole person froze in place, his hands and feet motionless, embarrassed like a clown.
Qi Cheng pursed his lips, "You..."
Qi Zhong glanced at him, then lowered his head to go around him and Wu Yuan, and walked quickly into the darkness.
The emotions in this look are complicated, Qi Cheng's words that he originally wanted to say stopped in his mouth, turning his head to look at his back, his brows slowly frowned.
Wu Yuan squinted at Qi Zhong's back, then turned to look at Qi Cheng, "Go in, and when you have enough time, you will go back after buying the medicine."
He patted Qi Cheng's shoulder with his hand, and pushed him into the infirmary.
The doctor in the infirmary was not Guhuai, but another older doctor. After seeing Wu Yuan's wound, this doctor went to get him medicine.
Qi Cheng restrained various emotions, "Will it leave scars?"
The doctor laughed loudly: "Big boys are still afraid of scars?"
Wu Yuan replied in a deep voice, "Fear."
He doesnโt seem to be a joking type. The doctor looked at him several times and said, โDonโt worry, they are all minor injuries. The injuries are not serious. The young man who just came to buy the medicine also fell on his face. You are not as bad as his injuries. It."
Qi Cheng put his hands on the counter, "That classmate was very serious just now?"
"It's not serious. It can be eliminated in a few days," the doctor said. "You have a fast metabolism, so you don't have to worry about it even if you don't use medicine. Just pay attention to sterilization."
Qi Cheng nodded and stopped asking.
Wu Yuan got the medicine, which was also an externally applied ointment. He tore the seal on it and Qi Cheng said, "I'm coming."
He took the medicine and took a clean cotton swab to apply the ointment.
"Trouble." Wu Yuan frowned as he watched his movements, but still stood still.
Qi Cheng sighed, "Bring you to buy a medicine, but it turned out that I was in trouble."
Wu Yuan glanced at him, grabbed his hand, and wiped the cotton swab soaked with medicine on his chin, staring at Qi Cheng without moving.
"I didn't say you were in trouble."
The hand in his hand was slender and slightly cold, and looked good, but Wu Yuan knew that the strength of this hand was no less than that of him. He looked like a good student, and he didn't know what it would be like after a fight.
A few minutes later, the two went to the dormitory again, speechless all the way. When he got downstairs, Wu Yuan asked Qi Cheng, "When is your birthday?"
Qi Cheng was a little absent-minded, "June."
June of this year has long passed, and the birthday will have to wait until next year, which happens to be the month of the college entrance examination.
Wu Yuan gave him a hum, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, Qi Cheng didn't ask for it, "I am not a heavy smoker."
Wu Yuan put the cigarette in his mouth and said, "What's the date of June?"
"13."
"You are one month earlier than me," Wu Yuan frowned, not very happy, "I'm younger than you."
Qi Chengle is now, "You are also a little one month old, brother Wu Yuan, in front of your brother, you are your brother."
He was bold, Wu Yuan Yuguang glanced at him.
Qi Cheng was not afraid of him at all.
Wu Yuan's eyebrows revealed a little helplessness. He threw his cigarette butts into the trash can and entered the dormitory with Qi Cheng.
After returning to the dormitory, Qi Cheng was urged to wash, and when he returned to the dormitory, Xia Li locked the door with a click.
Several people were sitting on their own beds, driving the dormitory meeting, "Although he knows that he may not win a fight with Wu Yuan, he still has to ask, is it all right?"
Qi Cheng wiped his face with a towel and brushed his hair by the way, "It's okay."
The other three people watched his movements and watched him take off his shirt and wipe his body with a hot towel.
"I asked it out at night," Han An, "It's not far from the news I heard before. Wu Yuan is half of his feet in school and the other half in society. He collects usury money for others, and others give him money. Salary, he uses this money to support himself."
Qi Cheng didn't speak, just the sound of water.
After he finished wiping, Zhu Fan was particularly uncomfortable, "They are all senior high school students, and I haven't seen how you trained or how your body is so good, really like the model on TV.
Qi Cheng curled his lips, "Can you compare with me?"
Zhu Fan raised his finger, "Fuck."
When the two of them were poor, Han An resumed the topic just now, "Anyway, you are familiar with him, and I won't say anything. I just want to tell you that Wu Yuan is not the same as us."
"Be careful."
Qi Cheng said slowly, "Wu Yuan is very nice."
"He's pretty good-looking," Zhu Fan interjected. "Also tall, Qi Cheng, is he taller than you?"
Xia Li raised his hand and said, "I know the problem! I remembered Wu Yuan's data when I counted the height and weight at Anyuan High School. He seems to be 1.85 meters tall, which is pretty much the same as Qi Cheng."
"Two centimeters," Zhu Fan, "this distance is really invisible."
Qi Cheng said, "It turns out that not only is younger than me, but also shorter than me."
Han An: "Is he actually younger than you?"
"I need to call my brother," Qi Cheng went to bed, put his hands under his head, and the water stains on his body slowly dried up. "One month younger."
As tall as him.
The dormitory quieted down slowly.
The dormitory of No. 2 Middle School is large with clean walls.
There was no mark on the ceiling, and it was like a piece of white paper.
Qi Cheng closed his eyes.
Suddenly remembered Qi Zhong's eyes in front of the medical room.
Guilt is really boring.
The look in Qi Zhong's eyes was too complicated to describe.
That look is not like Qi Zhong's.
Because it is profound and unforgettable.
As soon as class started on Tuesday morning, Qi Cheng drew out a bottle of milk in his drawer.
The glass bottle of milk is still warm at first, and the straw is also intimately placed next to the milk. Xia Liqi said, "Who gave you the milk?"
Qi Cheng shook his head and looked around in the classroom.
It's getting late, all the classmates who should have come are here, and the sound of reading aloud gathers together, making everyone who hasn't read panic.
Xu Ning put down his language books and turned his head and glanced at the milk on the table curiously, "Qi Cheng, you can drink it if you give it to you, maybe the girl is shy and I'm sorry to tell you."
Qi Cheng looked at her, "It must be a girl?"
Xu Ning chuckled, and the shoulders of her deskmate were shaking. "Yes, Qi Cheng, do you know that boys can give boys milk?"
"..." Xia Li, "Your expressions are so strange."
After the laughter stopped, Xu Ning whispered at the same table: "I saw Chang Yao also took a bottle of milk in the morning. Would you like to ask if he put it?"
Qi Cheng listened to her and looked away to see Chang Yao.
Chang Yao was slanting in front of him, holding a booklet and reading in a low voice. The school uniform was generous and made him thin. The small part of his skin that was not covered by the hair looked paler than the school uniform.
Putting the hair up is a cute little cute, but now the hair is loose, it looks a bit gloomy and not very gregarious.
Qi Cheng looked at him for a few seconds, then looked down and took out the English book from the drawer, "Say hello after class."
Xu Ning thought he was embarrassed, so he raised his voice, "Chang Yao."
Chang Yao turned his head, "What's the matter?"
Xu Ning smiled and asked, "Did you give the milk on Qi Cheng's table?"
The students around who were listening to her threw away their books and poked their heads out curiously.
Chang Yao looked up at Qi Cheng.
The dim light in the morning came in through the window, as if the filter was turned on, making Qi Cheng's eyes soft.
He smiled and looked this way, tapping his fingers on the tabletop, each section was longer than section.
Chang Yao replied: "It's not me."
Xu Ning's deskmate, "What about the bottle of milk you bought?"
"It's finished," Chang Yao's voice had to be heard carefully in the morning reading class, "throw it away."
Xu Ning had nothing to say at the table, and apologized to him, "I guessed wrong, I'm sorry."
Chang Yao said it's okay, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"
With a book in his hand, Qi Cheng opened his mouth: "It's okay, let's go to study."
Chang Yao nodded, then slowly turned his head back.
Chang Yao's deskmate glanced casually, "Chang Yao, your hands are shaking!"
"It's a bit cold," Chang Yao put his hand into the sleeve of the school uniform, "I caught a cold last night."
The same table said: "It seems that the temperature has indeed begun to drop recently."
This sentence was settled. Starting from the first class, the sunny weather outside suddenly sank, the strong wind was blowing, and it felt like a rainstorm could end at any time.
In the middle of a class, Teacher Yang went to the window to watch the weather outside, and finally put down his textbook, "It's going to rain soon. The students who are drying clothes and quilts go back to the dormitory to clean up, and then remember to bring an umbrella."
A few minutes later, half of the classroom was gone.
Zhu Fan and Xia Li also went back, their clothes were hanging on the balcony, and Qi Cheng was not allowed to follow, "We will come back and bring you an umbrella."
Qi Cheng nodded.
Teacher Yang took an empty water glass to the office to collect water, Qi Cheng stood up and walked to the corridor.
Class 3 took the lead, and a lot of people came out of the remaining classes. The radio followed, and the voice of the old bag came, saying that the students would be given fifteen minutes to go back to class and pack up.
The sky is changing and it is now as dark as evening. The strong wind was blowing, Qi Cheng leaned against the wall, his hair flying, and the bulging wind in his school uniform.
Qi Zhong came down from the side of the stairs, paused when he saw him, and then continued walking here blankly, trying to pass him to the toilet.
But when Qi Cheng passed by, he stopped again.
Turning to face Qi Cheng, the wound on his face is a bit funny, but the floating and rising things in his eyes are more spectacular than the howling clouds in the sky.
"Hey," Qi Zhong said, "I dreamed of you last night."
"Just dream of this scene," he, "dream of blowing wind, rain, dream of you looking at me like this."
"Dreaming that you watched me all night."