Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

The days of high school pass quickly and slowly.

Every time I do the question paper, I feel that life is not as good as death.

In the first year of high school, the school also organized a spring outing. In the second year of high school, this long-standing traditional activity was silently lost. The students made clear hints several times, but nothing was done, and the time passed quickly.

At the beginning of June, the iconic acacia tree on the campus bloomed, which also ushered in the graduation season of this year's senior year.

A few days before the college entrance examination, the senior three students all had a holiday, leaving enough time to rest and rest their tired brains.

Some students are accustomed to the school atmosphere and still stay in the school, while others go home. Half of the dormitory buildings belonging to senior three students are empty.

In the classroom of evening self-study, the learning atmosphere of the second year of high school was driven by the third year of high school, and it was obviously more dignified. Usually there were people chatting and laughing from time to time. These days, the whole classroom is full of rustling. of writing.

Huang Ya hummed an English test paper, turned her head to look at Ruan Qingmu's seat, and sighed.

Yes, I want to ask Brother Ruan to check the multiple-choice questions. I forgot that Brother Ruan no longer likes it here.

Bai Jing turned his head: "Look for Brother Ruan, let's go get the flight."

Evening self-study is not allowed to be in the administrative class, and the small teaching class of the walking class is also reserved for the classroom. The teachers of the competition class and the pilot version often like to hold the students for training. After a long time, many achievements Good students are also used to going there.

Ruan Qingmu's three sub-subjects have all reached the level of flight leader this semester, and they have all been promoted to flight leader.

Huang Ya was suddenly a little stunned.

The school just started in September last year. Brother Ruan still fell asleep lazily in the back seat, leaning on crutches, and beat Liu Jun and the others bloody. Has it changed?

When I looked back, Brother Ruan's lazy attitude changed to biting the pen and doing the questions. Later, the speed of doing the questions seemed to be faster. Short and rambling, but...all right.

Also, Brother Ruan has been in the top of the class for several times in the "Touch" exam at the end of the month.

By the way, when the second year of high school just started, Brother Ruan had a fight with Mr. Qin in the corridor. It seems that he accidentally tore Mr. Qin's clothes?

But now, Brother Ruan and Big Brother Qin are standing together, no one thinks that this is a combination of scumbags and tyrants.

"Look! There are people over the acacia tree, there are several, hahaha!" Suddenly someone called by the window, the voice excited.

Immediately, many people leaned over to the window and looked over there curiously. Sure enough, in the darkness of the night, several figures scurried under the acacia tree, fiddling around for a while, and then ran away quickly.

"I know who it is." A boy showed off proudly, "A few from the 2nd class of liberal arts in senior three, a few in dormitory 602. It was in the cafeteria at noon. I was behind them and heard them betting together. Let's say that we are going to hang up the confession letter tonight, and the dog who is not going is the dog."

"Oh, great!" A group of students tutted.

This acacia tree in No. 3 Middle School is also called the lover tree. The flowering season in June is the graduation season for senior high school students. I don’t know which year it starts, and some students write confession letters to The boys and girls you like, and then hang them on this tree with beautiful meanings.

Anonymous and real name.

Some people just write down their secret love thoughts, without specifying the object, and there are bold students who directly write things like "xxx Although you never know who I am, but I want to say that I am love you" etc.

Some people will plastic wrap it and hang it up, some people will just write a note and stick it on the tree body. After a rain, the note will be smashed, and there will be no traces.

chance.

"Hey, I heard that there are still people coming these two nights." Several girls were lying on the window, chatting in a low voice.

"Understood, I'm so sorry to be bumped into during the day."

"Then will you write next year?"

"Write it. Why don't you write it?" Niu Xiaoqing held a bottle of Coke, "I must not only write it, but also my real name."

"Hey, I know who you like, the first place in the school draft and the new president of the student union."

"Shut up!" Niu Xiaoqing blushed.

The last president of the third year of high school graduated. As usual, the next vice president will take over. Qin Yuan from the first class of Peiyou has officially taken over this position in a few days.

"But if you confessed to Qin Yuan, there must be several platoons." Her roommate sighed.

"I think Mr. Qin can't even remember his name..." Someone giggled, "He is the sports committee of our class."

"Yeah, I can't imagine what it looks like when he is with a girl. He only stays with us every day. But speaking of it, the few big grasses in our second year are not in love. It's really good in character and study, and it's like a jade." A girl sighed.

"I showed my cousin the school draft selection post, saying that Mr. Qin, our sports committee, and Fu Songhua from class 1 are not in love. She was stunned." A girl echoed, "She said that girls in our school are so cowardly, and said that if such a high-quality person was in their school, they would have been chased down long ago, and they would have stayed for the second semester of high school?"

...At this moment, the two "not dating" classmates who are neither in the flight guide nor in the dormitory are looking at each other in the activity room on the third floor of the Culture and Sports Building.

"I can't come here for a few days." Ruan Qingmu scratched her hair painfully, "I'm graduating after graduation, and I'll leave a letter of 'Mao' confession. I'll shake it later. Tree, shake off those love letters!"

How annoying! From eight o'clock onwards, one after another came from below, and their curtains were drawn tightly, but there were still many people who found the lights in the cracks of the windows and screamed in surprise from below.

Just hang up the confession letter, what is the brain hole to say "there is a ghost on the third floor"!

He only did two and a half sets of papers in one night, and he hadn't previewed the new English text yet.

Qin Yuan sat beside him and gave him a light knock: "Just be calm."

Ruan Qingmu glared at him: "Whose heart is restless?"

Qin Yuan stared at the textbook, and absently handed over a freshly opened can of juice: "You. Do you want to hang one too?"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned: "Boyfriend, classmate, do you have any logic in what you say? Who wants to hang up such a mentally retarded thing!"

Qin Yuan glanced at him with a strange look.

Standing up, he walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked down: "Everyone is gone."

Albizia julibrissin trees are several decades old, and the canopy is overwhelming. Now is the season when the pink acacia flowers are in full bloom. A fluffy flower is placed in the huge canopy, and there are always thousands of them.

Ruan Qingmu didn't look up, she lowered her head and continued to study the physics problem, and said casually, "After all, there are not many fools."

After doing the question for a while, he realized that Qin Yuan hadn't come back. He raised his head and asked in surprise, "I haven't come back to read your programming book, aren't you going to participate in the national competition training during the summer vacation?"

Qin Yuan won the first prize of the provincial competition in mathematics and physics this semester, and he has to sprint for the training of the national computer programming competition in the summer vacation. The daily homework has been pardoned by the teacher, and now he is doing , are competition questions.

Qin Yuan turned his head and waved at him: "Come here."

Ruan Qingmu walked over suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

Qin Yuan's voice was indifferent: "Your stupid boyfriend made a mentally retarded thing and just hung it up."

Ruan Qingmu: "…"

Oops, who would have thought of this, it's obviously not like this at ordinary times, how can I learn from little girls now and do these nasty things?

He bit his head and looked out: "Ahahaha, let me see? My boyfriend must have a special mind and exquisite craftsmanship..."

Looking outside, he was stunned.

The sight of pink emeralds was blocked by the eyes, and the branches facing the window were covered with beautiful nameplates, with silver tassel pendants below them, and concentric knots.

It's not like plastic, it's more like crystal glass.

The curtains were opened, and the lights in the activity room shone on the nearby tree canopies, and together with the silvery moonlight outside, they reflected the nameplates, shining with sparkling light.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, carefully picked one down, looked at the writing inside the crystal glass, and took a deep breath.

"I'm very touched by your romance and intentions. But please explain, what the **** is 'young husband and young wife, a lifetime'?"

"I ask the young couple!"

Qin Yuan looked at his frantic face, the faint expression finally couldn't hold back, and he smiled.

He stretched out his arm, gently embraced Ruan Qingmu's waist, and whispered in his ear: "I've been looking for a long time in our post bar, but I haven't found a cp I like. Name. Anything 'admiration', anything 'soft', it doesn't sound good."

Ruan Qingmu's peach eyes were half-smiling: "Boyfriend, classmate, you are a bit boring."

Qin Yuan said in a low voice, "I suddenly remembered the painting you gave me. You called me Young Hero, and you called me Young Master—I just thought that Young Husband and Young Wife are pretty good."

His lips were very close to Ruan Qingmu's ear, and a soft breath was sprayed behind his ear: "Do you like it or not?"

Ruan Qingmu's body was a little soft, she quietly propped up the windowsill with her hands, gritted her teeth: "If you like it, as long as I am the husband, you are the wife."

Qin Yuan stopped talking, and after a long while he whispered: "This kind of thing...will be clear later, don't worry."

Ruan Qingmu whispered angrily: "Who the **** is in a hurry!"

"You are in a hurry now, and the veins on your head are bursting."…

Ruan Qingmu stared at him fiercely, and suddenly sighed for a while.

In the moonlight, his boyfriend has a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and stars in his eyes. Although he has lived two lifetimes, he can't see enough.

Forget it, what are you arguing with him, he looks strong and cold, but in fact, he is just a little boy who died for him in a previous life and is the only one left by his side in this life Poor boy.

He grabbed Qin Yuan's face suddenly, and kissed him on the tip of his nose, cheek, and forehead several times in a random manner: "OK, I'm in a hurry. I'm in a hurry. Put a stamp on my people."

Qin Yuan stood still, letting his 'chaotic' kisses cover up, then grabbed his chin and kissed back in a standard posture: "Ruan Ruan has made great progress in learning. Come on, why doesn't this work?"

"Bah! Who doesn't grow up. Hmm..." His boyfriend and classmate let out a whimper beside him, like an underachiever caught by the teacher, and made a shameful begging for mercy "Yan".

I don't know how long it took before Qin Yuan let go of him reluctantly: "The lights are about to go out, so I have to go back."

As soon as the two figures separated, there was a rustling sound outside the window and under the tree canopy.

The two of them looked down and saw a black shadow flexibly climbing higher and higher along the branches that stretched vertically and horizontally.

"They said that confession is also a wish. The higher the hanging, the more spiritual the wish." Qin Yuan explained softly in Ruan Qingmu's ear.

Ruan Qingmu gave him a sideways look: "So you ran upstairs to hang? No one is taller than you."

Below, I don't know which is the mentally handicapped in love in the third year of high school. I climbed so high at night, and I am not afraid of falling!

In the branches below, it is good to get stuck on the branches, and few people actually climb the tree.

The figure had already climbed high enough, but when he looked up, he saw the ones hanging above Qin Yuan's head.

Crawling all the way to the vicinity, he reached out and picked one down, and looked in front of him.

"Fuck... what young husband and young wife? This rubbish, dare to hang higher than me?"

Behind the curtains of the activity room, Qin Yuan and Ruan Qingmu turned off the lights and silently watched a big fool raise his hand and hang the plastic postcard in his hand on a higher place, Then he clapped his hands comfortably and looked at it.

In the room, Ruan Qingmu couldn't bear to move and wanted to shout, but Qin Yuan covered his mouth: "Don't make a sound."

Ruan Qingmu whispered, "He said we were garbage!"

Qin Yuan is much more careful: "It's not safe, in case you're scared and fall."

Ruan Qingmu stopped moving.

The two hid behind the curtains and watched the figure run away towards the bedroom, then opened the window and looked at the letter hanging on the tree canopy with red silk thread, swaying high written confession letter.

After a long while, Ruan Qingmu muttered, "It still won't work, don't let him press us."

Qin Yuan smiled softly. I took off a nameplate I made, tied it to the postcard, and hung it up again.

"Side by side, together."

"Young husband and wife, forever."

"Fu Songhua will always like Fang Li."