Paper Plane

In the first few days when he first arrived in No. 1 Middle School, no matter what Tang Junhe did, he would attract a lot of attention in the class. During class, many girls held math test papers and came to talk to him in the name of asking him questions. But within a few days, the enthusiasm of the students in the class quickly faded.

Tang Junhe transferred to another school halfway, and his temper was cold. It seemed that he didn't want to actively integrate into this new class. Even if I was asked a question, I just took out my test paper with a flat attitude and asked, "Which step do you not understand?" Then I finished speaking in a few words, and there was no follow-up.

There is nothing wrong with this attitude, after all, judging from his expression, he has never shown any expression that is not bothersome, but it is that indifferent, irrelevant attitude that makes people inexplicably feel a kind of "Don't worry about it." Come bug me and leave me to myself" overtones.

Although Runcheng No. 1 Middle School is only a key city, it has a great reputation throughout the country. The students who can enter the third class of science are the best among their peers. No one looks down on anyone, let alone what to do. The face sticking cold **** thing.

Regarding Tang Junhe, the class gradually consciously divided two attitudes. The girls were frightened away by his indifference, and they had an attitude of "you can watch him from a distance but not play with them", and they only dared to discuss them in private; What are you pretending to be?" He took the initiative to get close to Feng Bo and Chen Hao's group, which meant to isolate him.

No one came to bother him. Tang Junhe himself didn't think there was anything wrong. On the contrary, people kept coming to express kindness to him a few days ago, which made him feel uncomfortable and didn't know how to respond.

For a long time, he has been used to this feeling of staying in the corner of his sight, sprouting in the dark, not needing sunlight to come in, but can grow more freely.

During the big class break on Friday morning, Tang Junhe returned to the classroom from the bathroom. As soon as he sat down in his seat, Ying Hui leaned over and sat directly on Yin Cong's seat next to him, looking at him with a smile on his lips. , there was a bit of anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to turn his head to greet her first.

Tang Junhe didn't look at her, but took out a tissue, wiped his freshly washed hands as if no one was there, and then went to get the Mathematical Olympiad exercise book on the corner of the table.

"Hey," Ying Hui didn't care too much about the neglect, the corners of her mouth turned up even more obvious, "It's my birthday today."

Tang Junhe felt that her smile on him was as dazzling as the direct sunlight, and he couldn't help but want to avoid it. He bit his lower lip almost invisibly, not knowing how to react.

Should I say "Happy Birthday"? If you don't say it, it will seem very rude, Tang Junhe thought. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was about to say it, but Ying Hui smiled and said, "I'm going to have a birthday party tonight, and all the students in the class will go, so you can come too."

"I..." Tang Junhe's brain hadn't fully reacted yet, so he moved his mouth a step faster, "I have other things to do at night."

"Ah..." Ying Hui let out a sigh, lowered her head, put her hands on her cheeks and said, "Well, I still think that if you can come, I will be very happy."

Tang Junhe pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Ying Hui looked at him, and regained the look of anticipation just now, "However, if you could say 'Happy Birthday' to me, I would be just as happy."

Tang Junhe's hand holding the pen tightened a bit, turned to look at her, and said seriously: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Ying Hui gave him an incomparably bright smile, her eyes were shining brightly, like sunlight shining on a calm lake.

It's really... bright.

After Ying Hui walked away, Tang Junhe bit his finger nervously.

He thought of what Yin Cong said to him last time, "But Ying Hui only likes Yang Xuan."

And such a beautiful, bright girl likes him. Yang Xuan seems to have everything. Tang Junhe had this idea again.

Unlike myself, only Zhou Lin's disgusting and malicious hands always want to get close to him, and that dark, maggot-like eyes sticky projected on him...

Maybe it boils down to being darker. Tang Junhe thought of the light gray window edge shadows on the back of Yang Xuan when the sun was shining on the first day of school.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ying Hui walking in front of Yang Xuan, and said in a coquettish tone, "You will come at night."

He didn't hear Yang Xuan's words, only heard Ying Hui's shy laughter after a few seconds.

Yang Xuan was sitting on the seat, blocked by Ying Hui who was standing, he couldn't see Yang Xuan anymore. It should be a nod, Tang Junhe thought.

He doesn't like to talk to people, but he can talk to Ying Hui—maybe it's not just "Ying Hui only likes Yang Xuan".

"What?!" Yin Cong, his deskmate, stared at him with wide eyes as soon as he sat down, "I heard Ying Hui said you won't go at night?"

"Yes." Tang Junhe responded lightly.

"Then you're going to miss the show." Yin Cong seemed to be trying to whet his appetite, and stopped talking halfway.

Tang Junhe didn't respond, he has always been in control of his curiosity.

On the contrary, Yin Cong couldn't bear it first, leaned over and whispered, "You really don't want to go? Ying Hui will probably confess to Yang Xuan tonight!"

Tang Junhe's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, his eyes quickly glanced at her face, and then there was still no reaction, he turned his head and continued to calculate on the draft paper.

Yin Cong had a full view of his reaction, then turned his head and smiled secretly - sure enough, the previous feeling was correct, her deskmate of Little Beauty Bingshan was only interested in Yang Xuan.

"Go, go, I'll take you there after school." During the break between classes, Yin Cong whispered to him.

Tang Junhe remained silent. Neither said to go nor said no to go.

After the school bell rang, unlike usual, no one in the class was in a hurry to go home. Everyone got together in small groups, eagerly waiting for those students who came back from the bathroom, and everyone except tonight's protagonist Ying Hui Besides, the most important person—Yang Xuan, came back from training on the playground.

Tang Junhe, who walked out of the classroom with a schoolbag on one shoulder, looked particularly out of place.

I don't know who winked first, and then the whole class noticed Tang Junhe passing in front of the podium. The noise subsided, and a boy deliberately raised his voice to let him hear: "Isn't No. 3 Middle School a famous slum? Who is it for you?"

Feng Bo's voice followed immediately: "You don't understand, right? If you don't have money, you can only have personality."

Tang Junhe pretended not to hear. When he walked out of the classroom, he heard Ying Hui's crisp voice: "Don't make trouble, he has something at home, he told me about it."

"Oh, there is something wrong at home." Feng Bo emphasized his tone, and added, "Oh, don't tell me, there is something wrong with his family... Sister, don't touch me, don't hit me, I didn't mention you... Stop me, stop me Wrong should be..."

As he got farther and farther away from the classroom, the voice behind him gradually became blurred, and then became inaudible.

How would it feel to be someone like Ying Hui? How would it feel to be liked by someone like Ying Hui?

It shouldn't be bad, Tang Junhe thought so, when he reached the stairs, his footsteps stopped—Yang Xuan was walking up the stairs.

His school uniform was draped over his arm, revealing the clean white T-shirt underneath, and his forearm muscles that had begun to take shape exposed in the air.

Sensing that someone was staring at him, Yang Xuan raised his jaw, glanced up inadvertently, and met Tang Junhe's eyes.

Those beautiful eyes were like a pair of cat's eyes, when they looked at him without blinking, they were so focused that Yang Xuan was slightly taken aback.

The owner of those eyes immediately withdrew his gaze, hurried past him with his head down, and walked down the stairs.

Walking to the corridor, Yang Xuan's mind flashed inexplicably the black agate-like eyes from ten years ago. They overlapped exactly in his memory, but it made him feel like two completely different sets of eyes.

How strange.

When Yang Xuan stepped into the classroom, he didn't know who blew a loud whistle, and he didn't know who yelled "Let's go" loudly. The boys and girls quickly carried their packed schoolbags on their backs and left the classroom in groups. .

Tang Junhe saw the man standing at the school gate again, staring at him with greedy eyes.

He felt a little sick. The man was about 30 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with a taciturn and thin face, with the most common crew cut, and his back was always slightly hunched, like a dead tree that would never stretch out.

The moment Tang Junhe saw him, he subconsciously slowed down. He didn't want to get close to the school gate, thinking that the man would come up and try to get close to him, his stomach couldn't help churning.

There was a large-scale and lively noise behind him, and Tang Junhe recognized that they were his classmates, and they were going to celebrate Ying Hui's birthday with great interest.

Tang Junhe felt that he was in a dilemma when he left the classroom so quickly.

"Hey, isn't that my deskmate!" Yin Cong was walking beside Ying Hui, and saw Tang Junhe in front of him in a blink of an eye, "I'll call him over!"

Before anyone could react, Yin Cong broke away from the main force, ran towards Tang Junhe quickly, grabbed his arm and yelled dissatisfiedly: "I'm just going to the bathroom, why are you leaving by yourself!"

"Ah, I..." Few people talked to themselves so enthusiastically, so that the lying system in Tang Junhe's brain, which had always been working normally, was caught off guard.

"I know you want to go, right." Yin Cong winked at him slyly, "Don't pretend to be noble, little beauty, there is no one who doesn't gossip."

What does she call herself? Tang Junhe suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

However, as soon as Yin Cong came over, he saw Zhou Lin's body disappearing outside the school gate - if this could get rid of that person, then it wouldn't be bad to go with them.

What's more, he seemed to be really curious about the confession scene at night.

Yin Cong pulled his arm enthusiastically, turned around and walked backwards, raised one arm and waved it twice at the people behind, shouting: "I will take my deskmate to step on it first." click it!"

"Go, go!" Ying Hui responded to her.

When passing the school gate, Tang Junhe deliberately ignored Zhou Lin who was staring at him.

On the contrary, Yin Cong turned his head frequently: "At the same table, the person at the school gate seems to be looking at you all the time."

"Really?" Tang Junhe pretended not to know.

"It doesn't look like a good person." Yin Cong turned his head again, "I think you should be careful, you seem to recruit bad people easily."

Her old-fashioned tone made Tang Junhe want to laugh, but in the end he just pursed his lips.

"Really, my feeling has always been very accurate," Yin Cong continued to release his enthusiasm, "You look very small, you know, and you are very beautiful... How old are you?"

"16." Tang Junhe answered honestly.

"That seems to be one year younger than most of us. You go to school early?"

"I skipped a grade."

"Wow, so cool." Yin Cong looked at him with wide eyes, "Then you are still studying so well."

"It's nothing cool." Tang Junhe said. Maybe if he hadn't skipped a grade six years ago, he wouldn't have encountered such a pervert as Zhou Lin. He thought about it more than once.

Yin Cong took Tang Junhe for two streets, stretched his arms and pointed to a store in front of him, saying, "That's it, it's here."

Is it a bar? Tang Junhe looked at the door of the store and thought, he hasn't been to the bar yet. He was a little timid, but tried his best to pretend to be calm.

Just about to step in, he was stopped by the waiter at the door: "Sorry, someone has reserved the venue tonight."

"We made it," Yin Cong smiled brightly at the man, "Ying Hui's friend."

"Oh, please come in." The waiter stepped aside and pointed them in the direction.

It's a small bar, but the decoration inside is very chic, in the retro style of the 90s, and there are many posters of the first generation of domestic rockers on the wall. Tang Junhe couldn't help but look up at the walls around him. He had never been to a bar before, so he felt that everything was very new.

They sat down on their front feet, and the mighty other forty or so people soon arrived on their back feet.

The waiter closed the door and drew the heavy, graffiti-covered curtains, blocking out all the natural light. The blue light shrouded it, making the atmosphere in the room a little strange.

Those who played truth or dare and those who played board games were automatically divided into two camps. On the table directly in front of them, a long-haired guitarist walked around from behind, sitting on a high stool and shouting loudly: "Ying Hui, come here!" , come to a song."

"What are you singing?" When Ying Hui passed by, Tang Junhe heard her muttering in a low voice with a smile.

Ying Hui sang an English song. Tang Junhe lowered his head and carefully identified the lyrics. His English was the worst of all subjects, and his listening comprehension was the worst of all the questions on the English test paper.

He heard Ying Hui's standard American retroflex, which was mixed with the brisk lyrics, which was very pleasant to hear.

Western food, fruit plates and snacks filled the long and short tables. Ying Hui sang one after another on the stage, and the others applauded and cheered for her generously as the audience, making her look like the star of the crowd. Princess.

Tang Junhe sat on the couch and did not participate in other people's games. He noticed that Yang Xuan was sitting on the other side of the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Seeing the bright light of the phone, Tang Junhe suddenly thought of Tang Xiaonian.

His mother, Tang Xiaonian, should still be waiting for him to go back to eat. Tang Junhe felt a little guilty for a moment. After being out for so long, he never thought of Tang Xiaonian.

"Do you have a mobile phone?" Seizing the gap between Yin Cong screaming towards the stage, Tang Junhe turned his head and asked her, "Can you lend me a use?"

"Mobile phone?" Yin Cong was startled, "I didn't bring it!" She looked aside, "Wait, I'll borrow one for you."

Then she saw Yang Xuan who was playing with her mobile phone as a matter of course, and immediately got up and walked towards him.

Tang Junhe instinctively wanted to grab her and say "forget it", but Yin Cong's movements were too fast, and he missed it.

His hands on the table clasped together in tension. Would Yin Cong say that he wanted to borrow it? If so, would Yang Xuan lend it to himself?

He felt Yang Xuan glanced at him, then lowered his head a little lower, pinching the skin on his hands uneasily.

"Here you are!" Yin Cong walked over from the opposite side and pushed the phone across the table.

The phone slid to the middle of the table and stopped, Tang Junhe stretched his arms to take the phone over. It was the same style as the mobile phone Yang Chengchuan gave him yesterday, but the color was black.

Tang Junhe held the phone, turned on the SMS function, and sent a text message to Tang Xiaonian. As soon as she sent the text message, the music in her ears stopped, and then Ying Hui's voice sounded—she called Yang Xuan's name on the stage.

He looked up at the low stage in front of him, Ying Hui stood up, looking a little nervous, but still in that delicate posture, she held the microphone and said, "Yang Xuan, brother Xuan, today is my birthday, Just do me a favor and sing a song for me."

He subconsciously looked towards Yang Xuan, and saw that Yang Xuan seemed to be smiling, and said something helplessly, judging from the shape of his mouth, it was probably "here again".

Tang Junhe saw him standing up, pulled the clothes on his back, and walked towards this side. Ying Hui also came down from the stage, holding the playlist in her hands, and they just stopped on the left side of the long table—next to Tang Junhe.

"What are you singing? Let Brother Song play it for you." Ying Hui showed him the playlist, her tone of excitement uncontainable. Brother can play."

Tang Junhe realizes that he is still holding Yang Xuan's phone - he texted that it was time to give him back the phone.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched Yang Xuan's arm.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan was looking at the playlist, and didn't look back, but just uttered a monosyllable with a questioning tone.

Yin Cong helped him and said, "Yang Xuan, your cell phone."

Yang Xuan still didn't look back, but stretched his hand behind, trying to fumble to take the phone.

Ying Hui was still patiently suggesting: "Sandy Lam's "Paper Airplane" is also very good, why don't you sing this? I haven't heard the male version yet."

Then Yang Xuan touched Tang Junhe's hand, which was slightly cold and slightly slippery.

Tang Junhe's left hand holding the phone shrank back reflexively.

"Sorry." Yang Xuan thought he accidentally touched Yin Cong's hand, turned around and apologized, then saw Tang Junhe who was holding his phone, and was taken aback.

Tang Junhe pushed the phone towards the edge of the table with his withdrawn hand, and whispered, "Thank you."

"Is it okay?" Ying Hui asked him from the side.

Yang Xuan came back to his senses, took the phone and put it in his pocket, and said, "Don't sing this."