Why are the stars indifferent

Chapter 74 is over.

The review and studies in the third year of high school are more important than everyone thinks.Weekends were turned into single breaks, evening self-study was held from Monday to Friday, and countless test papers were brought home to write every day. The countdown posted by the class teacher on the corner of the blackboard changed day by day, and the entire third year of high school was filled with a sense of tense oppression.

Zhan Le no longer has time to run around, and pick up Cheng Zai after school, now Cheng Zai has to find time to pick him up, Cheng Zai always comes to pick up Lin Xiangxiao's Ji Changyun when he is not free By the way, give him a ride.

Every time he saw Cheng Zai's car when he came out of self-study next night at the gate of the school, the tiredness on his face could be slightly wiped away, and he hurriedly got into the passenger seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

"There is eight-treasure porridge in the back seat." Cheng Zai fastened his seat belt, leaned over and took a bottle, opened the lid and stuffed the spoon into Zhan Le's hand, "You want me to feed you?"

"Hey." Zhan Le squinted his eyes and sat up straight, "I'm tired, I can fall asleep on the bed now."

"You squint for a while after eating?" Cheng Zai looked at him, "How much homework do you have to do?"

"I'm done writing. I'll do the set of questions when I go back." Zhan Le yawned, laughed after thinking about it, "I'll have strength when I go back to my room."

He meant the love letter he had pasted on the wall. Cheng Zai naturally understood it. He raised his lips and waited for him to finish eating the eight-treasure porridge before driving. Zhan Le really didn't have a good rest. He didn't realize the gap between himself and Lin Xiangxiao until he entered the third year of high school. It's really ridiculously big, not only that, Chang Ze and Qu Ran's grades are also better than him.

In the situation of being surrounded by excellent people, one would either be frustrated and slumped, or fight harder and harder, and Zhan Le was obviously the latter.

Although he hasn't figured out how to take the future road, it is always right for people to look forward and walk towards the brightest road at present.

During the days of the college entrance examination, it was very hot and humid, and a handful of water could be caught in the air. After drying the clothes on the balcony overnight, it was dry and moist. When I entered the examination room, it rained cracklingly. Zhan Le hadn’t finished writing the multiple-choice questions. just stopped.

The ceiling fan on the top of the head kept turning, and a few strands of wind were blown up on the face, and the sweat on the palms was rubbed on the trousers several times. Zhan Le sat in the first row, raised his head, and the rising sun at the door just fell on his desk. horn.

The examination room on the last day was still very quiet, and when the mood was a little chaotic, I couldn't even hear the sound of the pen writing on the paper.

A little confused, high school life ended like this.

Zhan Le and a group of candidates showed no expression when they walked out of the examination room. Cheng was on duty today, and only Xie Rin and Ji Changyun were guarding the door.

Chang Ze and Qu Ran's parents waved excitedly as soon as they saw them, and the whole family happily prepared to eat and relax. Lin Xiangxiao and Zhan Le walked up to Ji Changyun together, and squatted beside Xie, who was almost dying of heat. Rin also stood up, there were few people, but she didn't feel lonely.

"Do you know what I want to do now?" Lin Xiangxiao turned to look at Zhan Le.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Le took a step back, in case he suddenly got nervous and accidentally hurt himself.

"I'm thinking now, when I get the notice," Lin Xiangxiao whispered, "take the trumpet to my mother's house and read it aloud."

Zhan Le stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Take me with you."

"No problem." Lin Xiangxiao also laughed.

The four of them went to eat, and halfway through the meal, they opened the door and came in. Panting, they sat down on their seats, poured a glass of water, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It doesn't feel real yet," Zhan Le tapped his chopsticks in the bowl, he raised his head to look at the people at the table, and smiled again, "Maybe it's just...it's so relaxing, right now."

Yes, very easy.

The last burden on him has also been put down, and these people are still around him. After more than a year of ups and downs, they have just experienced two springs, summers, autumns and winters. Uncertain and unexpected, but they stayed by their side, making each other feel a sense of security for no reason.

In the end, Lin Xiangxiao still stayed in the south. Zhan Le didn't have as good grades as him, but it wasn't just one of the online ones, it was a lot better than him.

But Cheng Zai felt that this was a matter of course. Zhan Le had worked hard and deserved such an achievement.

The freshmen registered very early and got military training. The sun is so hot this year. Cheng Zai was thinking about how Zhan Lexun would turn into a carbon ball when he came back from training. He stuffed a lot of sunscreen in his suitcase, and it was the first time he had A child travels thousands of miles and a mother worries.

Zhan Le came into the house with a popsicle in his mouth to watch Cheng Zai pack his luggage, and brought him a box of ice cream by the way.

Xie Rin was not at home, and went to the band apartment to find the band members to practice. The door was wide open, and the air conditioner blew a lot of air. Zhan Le still sat down beside Cheng, with his arms next to his, holding his mouth. Looking at the open suitcase with a popsicle.

There are a lot of clothes that Zhan Le usually wears in it, winter clothes and coats will be picked up after the National Day, but only summer clothes and a few thin coats are in it. I don’t know why it is also bulging.

After the popsicle melted, it dripped on his arm. Zhan Le took out a piece of paper and wiped it off. After taking a few bites of the popsicle, he lay down on the bed and whispered, "I didn't come back until the National Day."

"Ah," Cheng Zai came back to his senses at this moment, and opened the ice cream, "Yes."

After speaking, both of them fell into silence.

"Forget it, I really miss you and I'll come back," Zhan Le threw the stick into the trash can beside him, "I watched the high-speed rail, and it only took four or five hours to come back, plus the time it took to go from school Seven or eight hours is enough for a trip."

"I can visit you too." Cheng Zai looked down at him helplessly.

Zhan Le may not be very energetic when he thinks about leaving, so he lay on his stomach and didn't move: "Come on, you don't know if you can have a day off in a week now, why do you still come to me after seven or eight hours? , even if you can do something, you have to run away after you finish."

Cheng Zai hooked the corner of his mouth and listened to him continue.

Zhan Le turned over, arched his head up, and pressed against Cheng Zai's leg: "Come to me to experience the excitement of having an affair?"

Cheng touched his face, and his fingertips and palms were a little cold. He paused for a while before sighing and said, "I will miss you too."

Zhan Le stopped talking, he stared at Cheng Zai for a long time, suddenly raised his arms and hugged his waist, and said a little wronged: "You retire, I won't go to school, let's find a place to retire. "

"You can retire at this age," Cheng Zai rubbed his hair with a smile, "is it possible?"

"...I can't do it, I really can't," Zhan Le said, "I don't want to go... I really don't want to go, why do I have to go to a school so far away, I can only come back once on the National Day, and the National Day will take more than a month, more than 40 God, have you counted how many hours..."

Cheng Zai still rubbed his hair without speaking.

Zhan Le was very happy when he got the notice, and Lin Xiangxiao and Qu Ran went out to celebrate, but they didn't go back to their home after they came back. They knocked on Cheng Zai's door stubbornly, and the excitement was visible to the naked eye.

But with the arrival of the report day, he also visibly weakened to the naked eye.

"Bring me that love letter," Zhan Le turned over, laying his head sideways on Cheng's lap, rubbing the back of his head all the way back, "I'll get a photo frame and put it quietly under my pillow, thinking When you are here, I will take it out and have a look..."

"Can't you turn on the video!" Cheng Zai pushed his head away, "Can't you make a phone call!"

"You can't call all the time!" Zhan Le was puzzled, and continued to move back, "You can still hang up the video every minute."

Cheng Zai paused his hands, looked down at Zhan Le, and said word by word: "Stop rubbing."

Zhan Le was still very puzzled, but after a while, he said goodbye to the doubt, smiled and turned over and sat up, turned his head and smiled at the wall for a long time: "No, I can't do it here, Siyi will be back later."

"I know," Cheng Zai sighed, and squatted down again, "I'll continue to pack your luggage for you."

"Love letter," Zhan Le said, "Bring it."

"Hey." Cheng Zai looked up at him and didn't move.

Zhan Le got up and carefully tore off the love letter pasted on the desk. In order to prevent the paper from being damaged, he took it and plasticized it. When the shop assistant looked at him, he felt embarrassed, but now he looked at it. I don't think so anymore.

"Bring it on." Zhan Le said stubbornly.

Cheng Zai sighed helplessly, took the love letter, and admired the masterpiece he wrote a year ago by the way.

[Child Zhanle:

You should be 19 years old when I get this letter, but you are still quite young in my eyes.

Happy birthday to you.

This is the first time for me to write a love letter. I don’t know what to write. I searched the template on Baidu, and my hands trembling slightly when I wrote the love letter.

Are they writing love letters or emetic literature?

Some of them laughed at me, and I couldn't help worrying about whether they could catch up with the girl... Oh, digressing.

I never thought that the relationship with you would develop into what it is now. I am not an absolutely good person, but I am very grateful that you have always believed in me.

Zhan Le, you are the most enthusiastic person I have ever seen, so I always hope that you can move forward and walk in the sunshine.

You probably haven't thought about it either, when you told your dad that I was your boyfriend, didn't you think it would come true?

Facts have proved that lying will have retribution...

……

Zhan Le.

I like you.

I really, really like you very much.

I made a wish on my birthday, I hope we will last forever, and I have also thought about my wish for next year, I hope our next life will last forever.

I'm terrible, there are many sensitive and hypocritical places.

You have to wait for me—]

"Hey," Zhan Le poked Cheng Zai with his elbow, "Are you so fascinated by watching?"

"Appreciate it." Cheng Zai carefully put the love letter aside. He remembered that Zhan Le said that he wanted to frame it with a photo, "Subject to a publishing house some other day."

"Dr. Cheng's sour poetry collection?" Zhan Le picked up the love letter and put it on the table, glanced at the last sentence, suddenly turned his head, looked at Cheng Zai who was still packing his luggage, and shouted softly: " Cheng is."

"Huh?" Cheng Zai looked up at him.

"I shouldn't have said it," Zhan Le suddenly lowered his tone, "I love you."

The T-shirt that Cheng Zai held in his hand slipped down slowly. He yanked the trunk lid shut, stood up, paused for two seconds, and squatted down again.

"Fuck," Zhan Le sat down on the chair with a smile, "Scared me."

Cheng Zai slowly opened the suitcase, and the T-shirt was still lying there in a mess. He spread it out, folded it and put it in, and then took a deep breath. When he looked up, Zhan Le saw that his face was a little red But there is still a familiar smile on his lips, it is the moist wind on the rainy night in August two years ago.

"I love you too," he said.

The curtains were drawn to both sides, the wind blew through the window, and the branches and leaves blocking the window were blown away. The sunlight grabbed the gap and fell in, penetrated the air, and fell on the desk, reflecting the last two lines of the love letter after plastic surgery. with light.

[You have to wait for me.

The stars are always indifferent, but I am running towards you. ]