tall rose

Chapter 51 LI

I have to attend classes until the end of January, and there will be a medical examination during the period.

The closer you are to the end, the busier you will be. This is an unwritten universal truth.

After rewriting the numbers one after another on the small whiteboard, the snowflakes fell again, accumulating pure white everywhere.

It's just that it causes a little inconvenience to travel, especially in the morning when the sky is still dark and people are not fully awake.

Stepping on the shallow snow, creaking and creaking, walking carefully and steadily step by step, for fear that you will break your waist and legs on the road before you reach school.

"Oh, it's snowing and I've had enough of watching it." Yang Sheng said sincerely after arriving at the teaching area in the safe zone.

The grass and trees on the outdoor roads are white in the sky, and the air is uniquely fresh and cold.

It can be viewed from a distance but not approached.

The ancients never lied to me.

Xia Zang said leisurely: "The ancients didn't say such nonsense."

It is 146 days countdown.

Taking advantage of the absence of anyone in the class, Yang Sheng waited for Xia Zang to clean up the podium and change the small whiteboard before going upstairs.

"You just watch and don't come to help." Xia Zang complained Lang Lang while cleaning the blackboard.

Yang Sheng stayed in the corridor unmoved, quickly pawing at the snow on the top of the low wall, and replied without looking back: "I just want to see you more."

"Then you don't look back!" The boyfriend was not so easy to deceive, and immediately exposed his perfunctory rhetoric.

Yang Sheng didn't explain, he just focused on making snowballs and doing his great artistic creation.

After tidying up everything, Xia Zang held his breath and stood next to Yang Sheng, watching him carefully place the smaller snowball on the larger snowball, and decorate the smaller snowball with small stones he picked up somewhere.

It's a pair of small black eyes.

The lights shone down, and it was extraordinarily energetic.

"General~" Yang Sheng caught a glimpse of his boyfriend from the corner of his eye, and shook his hands at him as soon as he turned his head, "This is you I piled on."

"Are you still my boyfriend?" Xia Zang looked at the chubby snowman who was useless except for his spirit, and then at the sharp ears that were about to pop out of his boyfriend's head. Claws that turned into icicles.

"That must be true." Yang Sheng tilted his head and smiled, then glanced at no one around, took half a step forward, and kissed the corner of his boyfriend's mouth.

Really, dear boyfriend.

The snow fell intermittently for two days, and the little chubby snowman also squatted on the edge of the wall for two days.

The students passing by were all cautious, and their steps were lighter when passing by the snowman.

The teachers didn't say it was outrageous, and Xia Zang watched the old class stand in front of the snowman for a long time, and then took out his mobile phone to wipe and take pictures.

Seeing Xia Zangjiao standing next to him, he explained with a smile that this was taken for his son.

Xia Zang still remembered that the son of the old class was already a graduate student.

Later, I don’t know who had a whimsical idea, broke off one or two small bamboo branches, and connected two naive arms to the little snowman.

When the snow passes and the sky clears, the little snowman melts silently together with the remaining snow that has been swept away.

Xia Zang rushed to the scene, and only two small stones and two tree branches were left on the edge of the wall.

Some students are still sighing softly: "This is melting."

Looking up, the dome covered by the eaves revealed a snow-washed blue. Xia Zang waited for Yang Sheng in the corridor for a while, watching him stumbling like the wind, bringing sunshine and clear cold air into his arms.

"The snowman has melted." Xia Zang told Yang Sheng.

"Then let's plant a plant." Yang Sheng collected the stones and bamboo branches, "Spring is coming."

"Well, what do you want to grow?" Xia Zang asked.

"Plant a weed." Yang Sheng hooked his hand, then looked into his eyes, "Tell him, this is a spring that doesn't need to worry."

In the afternoon after the exam, Yang Sheng was dragged by Xia Zang into a green belt somewhere in the community.

In the misery of the weeds, Xia Zang took out a stainless steel spoon, dug up the grass seedlings with a little greenness, put them into the half of the mineral water bottle prepared in advance, and then added two tablespoons of soil. Fully compact the soil.

"Weeds are probably rare in the city, so we will make a living and plant this." Xia Zang said solemnly.

"No, brother..." Yang Sheng, who was always eloquent, was choked by the two spoonfuls of dirt, "I didn't mean that..."

Xia Zang lowered his eyes, "So you were just joking."

What happened to that momentary sense of loss?Yang Sheng immediately replied: "No, I'm serious. I seriously want to plant something! I just didn't expect you to be so active!"

While explaining, I scratched my mouth in my heart, why can't I speak so much, what should I do if I let down my boyfriend?

Xia Zang raised his head sullenly, with a cold look of "I barely believe you".

Yang Sheng sensed that something was wrong, Xia Zang freed up his hand and smeared the dirt on the tip of his nose.

"If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry; I want to give you one about plants, about crops." Xia Zang read slowly, holding his spoon and bottle, soil and grass.

"Tell you the difference between rice and weeds; tell you the spring when a weed is frightened."

Yang Sheng picked up the bad-hearted boyfriend and wanted to pretend to be angry, but Xia Zang was acting so cutely that he couldn't bear to even pretend to lose his temper.

He should have thought that after reading so many poems, Xia Zang should also know this one.

The name of the poem is "I Love You", and Yang Sheng wanted to use it to express love.

Unexpectedly self-defeating, but fortunately tacit understanding.

Probably in the middle of preparing for a medical examination, Jiang Yanxu took Haoyue's newly bought poetry collection, pretending to improve her Chinese.

When I saw the song "I Love You", I yelled: "I saw a joke on the Internet before, it was about this poem."

It is said that a girl received a birthday gift from a male classmate, which was a book of plants.

The girl posted a post asking netizens, wanting to know what a male classmate means.

Netizens below who snatched up bamboo shoots and snatched giant pandas without eating them all bluffed, saying that the male classmate wanted to tell her to stop studying and go home to farm.

Others say that the brain circuits of straight men are incomprehensible to earthlings.

Later, there was an answer that was slowly pushed up. He just put the full text of the poem in a regular manner, and then said at the end that the poem is called "I Love You".

"How can such a serious and beautiful thing become a joke?" Hao Yue was very puzzled by Xiao Jiang's statement.

"I didn't catch up with that post, I just saw the screenshot." Xiao Jiang said, "However, I tend to make this up, and it's a soft advertisement for this poem."

"Ordinary people, I mean people like me who don't usually read poetry, will definitely have the first reaction that straight men don't know how to buy gifts. And even if they read poetry, they may not necessarily have read this one. Ask the boy to take this To confess his love in a small probability event, he deserves to be single for the rest of his life."

But Haoyue said seriously: "So you don't know the spring when a barnyard tree is worried."

Yang Sheng threw two selected mathematics subjective questions over, quietly interrupting the gradually stalemate atmosphere.

After one exercise, all the weeds and rice were thrown out of the sky.

Yang Sheng kept an eye out for himself and recited a sentence or two.

He threw a weed to Xia Zang, and Xia Zang followed the trend and gave him an unexpected surprise.

"Well, it's done." Yang Sheng placed the stone beside the grass, and then inserted the bamboo branches, like two straight flagpoles.

Xia Zang found another plastic bottle, pricked the cap with a utility knife, filled it with water, and used it as a watering can.

They put the seedlings in the corner of the balcony. According to experience, when the sun comes out, the corner will be full of light.

The water source is sufficient, the light is sufficient, and the vitality of this weed is inherently tenacious, so it is suitable for high school seniors like them who have lost all life skills.

"So brother, what are you going to do with that spoon?"

"It should be used as a soil loosening tool. It should not be used for eating. Well, do you want to use it?"

"No, no need, you keep the loose soil!"

The results of the first diagnosis came down.

Yang Sheng entered the top ten in the grade, and Xia Zang scored 610 points steadily.

A few days after I finished the test paper, I had a holiday. I was afraid that one or two people in the class would suffer from autism. After [-] o'clock, he guarded the door of the classroom.

You know, in the past, this was all the task of that young man, Lao Wang; Lao Lu was only in a good mood occasionally, and would come to inspect and condolences during his self-study.

"Comrades have worked hard."

Probably so.

I thought that seeing Lao Lu in the morning of the two days of the sports meeting had already used up all the luck accumulated in the third year of high school.

Now every day when I see his old man with a gray hair like a grandmother, I just want to say with a dead face: "This luck is for you, do you want it?"

"There are still 135 days before the college entrance examination. If you read it aloud, how can you go to the examination room?"

"It's been 134 days, it's going to be 34 days soon, why sleep! The college entrance examination is over, and you will sleep!"

"133, take a look, there are only 133 days left!"

"Well, why is it still 133 today? Change it, it's 132 days."

A whole humanoid calendar tearing machine, the kind that hisses and makes noise.

But every day he is full of energy, and he stands at the door with his hands behind his back, and the reading in the classroom can be an octave higher.

Sister Yi, who has partnered with Lao Lu for two terms, said that Lao Lu was like this a long time ago, often careless, and at critical moments, he is more passionate than anyone else.

And Yang Sheng felt sorry for Lao Wang silently for two seconds. When Lao Lu was so careless, he was the one who supported the two classes by himself.

When Boss Lu replied to Yang Sheng's New Year greeting, he asked him about his recent situation.

Yang Sheng originally typed a paragraph to Boss Lu according to the usual report format, and then added too many old Lu factors.

After watching it, Boss Lu just said, "He's just an old child, so take care of him."

Yang Sheng blinked and blinked: "Shouldn't he take care of me too much? I always make trouble for him."

But Boss Lu's tone of voice is that he took the initiative to classify Lao Lu as a family member.

Yang Sheng said something else, but he knew that he was speaking from his love brain, and after falling in love with Xia Zang, he saw that everything has love and righteousness.

Not very desirable, not very desirable.

Boss Lu invited him to the grilled fish shop after the year, and specifically asked him to bring Xia Zang with him.

"Grilled fish, please?" Yang Sheng said with a smile.

"I'll invite you if you come." Boss Lu said.

Speaking of this, Yang Sheng of course put Xia Zang in his arms, and said in a soft voice: "Brother, let's go to see Boss Lu during the Chinese New Year, he invites you to eat grilled fish."

"Then we..." Xia Zang suddenly hesitated to speak.

"We told him," Yang Sheng buried his face into Xia Zang's shoulder, "it's okay."

The author has something to say:

The verses selected in this chapter are from "I Love You" by Yu Xiuhua. I like this song very much, especially the last two lines, which are really magical and spiritual.

As for the thing Haoyue and Xiao Jiang talked about in the article, it is true on the Internet, and my friend found it.

Yu Xiuhua is a well-known poetess in the past two years, but those who don't pay attention to this topic don't seem to know much about it.

She is really a very good and tough person, interested students can search for it.