Times of Our Lives

Every September 1st is a big day for students, sophomores become seniors, seniors become seniors, and then seniors come again and again with a bunch of little fresh meat.

Qi Fei looked down on the second-floor corridor early in the morning. Zhang Lianban had moved several books back and forth, and he found that he was still there.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Gang came together.

Qi Fei hooked his neck with a mysterious expression: "I heard that Gao Yi came in with a big beauty, come and see with my brother."

Zhang Gang scorned: "What's wrong with the beauty, it must not be soft and beautiful."

Qi Fei: "Come on, whoever knows whether it is a cow or a pig in your family, you think it is a fairy."

Zhang Lianban is now full of his family's tenderness, and he doesn't care about Qi Fei's mouth stinks: "Then you find it, that beauty."

Qi Fei sighed and sighed: "Before Ji boss casually went to that station which beauty did not take the initiative to come over ..."

Zhang Gang made no reservations. He saw Xie Meng holding the book and was about to go upstairs, and shouted, "Xie Meng!"

The boy raised his head, and Ji Qinyang, who was walking beside him, also stopped.

"Boss!" Qi Fei deliberately exclaimed: "Let's play in the afternoon!"

Ji Qinyang didn't answer. He turned to Xie Meng and asked, "Are you going?"

Xie Meng nodded and smiled, "I haven't played together for a long time."

The academic pressure of the senior year is gradually starting to increase, and many students have started to make up lessons in a targeted manner to lay the foundation for the liberal arts and science in the next semester.

Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng did not talk about such topics, and they did not know whether it was indifferent or subconsciously avoided.

Instead, Qi Fei mentioned it privately in a Chinese class: "I heard from Maitreya today that Xie Meng is going to participate in an arcane competition and will go out to tutor with other schools in a few days."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows. He didn't speak. He wore earplugs in his left ear and held a pen to write something. The Chinese teacher was analyzing ancient poems. Ji Qinyang's paper was still a model.

Qi Fei glanced at him secretly: "Are you sure of the liberal arts?"

Ji Qinyang didn't say yes or no, his eyes fell on Xie Meng in the front row, the boy's tail was a little longer, his head bowed down, exposing a beautifully curved neck.

"Zhang Lianban wanted to take a test in the media and also set up a liberal arts." Qi Fei whispered softly: "I asked Zhuo Xiaoyuan. If I studied medicine, I was sure."

Ji Qinyang's pen ran out of water. He gave it a few hard presses and threw it into the desk with little patience.

Qi Fei sighed: "Don't do this, even if you're not in class, it's gone, you can still play together."

Ji Qinyang didn't say a word, he had plugged both ears, he saw Xie Meng turned around and glanced here, their eyes slightly touched in the air.

Ji Qinyang looked away first.

"?" Xie Meng looked at Qi Fei, who shrugged innocently.

Xie Meng did not refuse the event of arcane competition, he found a chance and talked about it.

"I don't know if Rou Rou will go." Zhang Lianban stared.

Xie Meng: "If you are an international class, you should go." After that, he saw that Ji Qinyang happened to come in through the front door.

"Ji Qinyang." Xie Meng beckoned.

Ji Qinyang glanced at him lazily, deliberately took off the headset line and asked: "You call me?"

Xie Meng could not laugh or cry: "Yeah, I call you."

Ji Qinyang poked his lips and walked slowly.

"Will you come to my house today?" Xie Meng smiled with a good temper: "I have something for you."

Zhang Lianba heard immediately: "I'm going to go, I'm going! It's been so long, I haven't been to your house!"

Xie Menggang wanted to say that next time, he heard Ji Qinyang suddenly said.

"Okay." He glanced at Xie Meng: "Let's go together."

Compared with the excitement of Zhang Gang, Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang seemed to be much silent on the road. Ji Qinyang supported his head and listened to the song intently. Occasionally, he beat a few beats with music. Ignored.

Zhang Lianban was also slow and found something wrong. He whispered in Xie Meng's ear: "You and Ji Yimei have an argument?"

Xie Meng hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Zhang Gangbang patted his shoulder with an expression that I understood: "Hurry up and okay, I'll wait to make you alone."

Xie Meng: "..."

Obviously, Zhang Gang completely forgot the so-called chance to be alone. He was ruined long ago ...

Zhang Xiujuan is going to study Chinese painting in senior university in the afternoon. There are soaked fruit tea and mung bean soup in the refrigerator.

The outer wall of the old-fashioned bungalow was covered with creepers, the living room was dark, and the wind in the courtyard brought the moisture in the courtyard. Xie Meng's house was clean and tidy. Fruit and incense burner.

"That's my parents." Probably afraid of embarrassment, Xie Meng took the initiative to explain that he brought refreshments and was taken over by Ji Qinyang.

"I'm coming," Ji Qinyang said lightly.

Xie Meng froze, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

The three sat down at the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the living room, looked at the statue with a bar, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Aunt ... what happened?"

Xie Meng ignited the incense burner: "My parents were the first group of freelance journalists. When I was 6 years old, they went to Palestine / Israel ... sacrificed in the war." He looked at Zhang Lianban: "Don't you like taking pictures? There are many pictures of my parents in my room. Would you like to see them?"

Of course, Zhang Lianbang wanted to see, and he was embarrassed to bother Xie Meng and said, "You sit and you sit, I'll get it myself."

Xie Meng told the floor that it would be convenient for him to flip through the bars, leaving him and Ji Qinyang in the living room.

The smell of incense gradually filled the whole room. Ji Qinyang drank tea and focused on Xie Meng's face.

"... I have something on my face?" Xie Meng rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, and did not touch the dirty thing.

"Right." Xie Meng suddenly remembered: "I have a gift for you."

Ji Qinyang watched the other party stand up and took out a box from the chest of drawers behind.

Xie Meng's expression was a little nervous: "I'm going to attend an arcane training class in a few days. Maybe it's too late to give it to you on your birthday, so I'll prepare it in advance."

Ji Qinyang unpacked the outer packaging of the box and found that it was a sony headset.

"I don't know which one is better. I asked a lot ... This one is recommended by a salesperson." Xie Meng smiled at Ji Qinyang. "But it works. It's up to you."

Xie Meng saw that Ji Qinyang did not respond, and could only brace his head and continued: "This is the manual, and your mp3 can also be used. I haven't thrown it. The warranty period is within 2 years. If you are not used ... Xie Meng only felt a heat on his lips, and everything else was blocked back.

Ji Qinyang's face was close at hand, and his eyelashes were long and curled, with a smile in his eyes.

Xie Meng: "..."

"What can I do if I'm not used to it?" The touch of the lips was not clear, Ji Qinyang had already returned to a safe distance, as if nothing had happened, and he plugged the headphones into the mp3.

"..." Xie Menggan babbled: "Well ... it can be changed by □□."

"Is that so?" Ji Qinyang put on a headset and smiled. "However, it may be bad if you give it."

The students participating in arcane are divided into two classes in total. There are only 15 students in each class. They are trained from 2 pm to 8 pm every day. The progress of the two classes is fast or slow. s high student.

When Han Dong saw him the first day, his expression was not unexpected: "It's been a long time."

Xie Meng smiled: "It's been a long time."

One after another from the previous classmates who came to know him also came to say hello, Xie Meng responded one by one with a cold expression.

"After the matter of Lin Hengjing was dealt with, the Academic Affairs Office seemed to have contacted your grandma to discuss the matter of transferring you to school." Han Dong glanced at him, "but was rejected very simply."

Zhang Xiujuan did not mention this to Xie Meng, but he could also imagine his grandma's tone at the time.

"I am doing well in w." Xie Meng said.

Han Dong glanced at him disapprovingly: "I'm not blind, I can see that you are very moisturized all over your body."

Xie Meng: "..."

After 8 o'clock after class, Han Dong and Xie Meng exchanged notes. When they discussed the topic, they went out and met the slow class students who were leaving the class at the same time.

Lin Weixin Yan Ting stood at the back door.

"Xie Meng." The girl greeted her with a sweet smile.

Han Dong snorted, and he stunned Xie Meng's arm: "You're beautiful."

Xie Meng glanced at him helplessly and looked down at Lin Weixin: "Not going back yet?"

Lin Weixin naturally moved her long hair that fell to her shoulders behind her back, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water: "I'm waiting for you ... go back together?"

When Xie Meng returned home, it was almost 10 o'clock. Zhang Xiujuan's room door was closed. There was a pingtan tone from an old-fashioned radio. .

He turned over, opened the bag and took out the letter from Lin Weixin, and when he sniffed it, he found that he had even applied perfume.

"..." Xie Meng smiled bitterly and threw the letter back into the bag.

There was a cool Bai Kai on the table. Xie Menggang poured a glass for himself, and saw Zhang Xiujuan tearing the mask on her face and humming "Daughter Love" out of the room. She saw the little grandson startled.

Xie Meng: "..."

"Why don't you call me back?" Zhang Xiujuan threw a mask and complained: "Hungry or not, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll make it when I'm hungry. You go to bed earlier." Xie Meng urged her,

Zhang Xiujuan yawned and touched his head: "Then I'm sleeping, don't make it too late."

Xie Meng nodded, he drank, and thought that Lin Weixin's head began to hurt again.

The incense burner in front of the parents' portrait was full. Xie Meng went to the yard and dumped some of the flower seedlings. He re-ordered three incense sticks and inserted them.

The fragrance of the incense sticks to the tip of the nose. Xie Menggui stretched out his fingers and touched his lips.

There still seems to be a taste of Ji Qinyang.

Because the training starts at 2 pm every day, Xie Meng is still attending school during the day. Zhang Lianban saw his first sentence is to ask Rourou.

"..." Xie Meng simply forgot about it, and I'm sorry: "Help you today ... I really forgot."

Zhang Gang said generously: "It's all right, is the album taken?"

Since last time he went to Xie Meng's house, Zhang Lianban remembers the photos taken by Xie Meng's parents every day.

Xie Meng did not forget this: "Bring it." He took the album from his bag, and even took out the letter from Lin Weixin, Zhang Lianban quickly grabbed his hand.

"I didn't even receive the love letter?" Zhang Lianban tasted: "Not a brother!"

"..." Xie Meng awkwardly said: "Not what you think ..."

Zhang Lianban held the letter to prevent him from snatching it back, and suddenly he was empty, and then he turned around and saw Ji Qinyang standing behind him.

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He wore headphones from Xie Meng around his neck, and gently waved the stationery in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Love letter?"

Xie Meng somehow felt guilty. He opened his mouth and denied: "No ..."

Ji Qinyang said "Oh": "Then I throw it for you?"

Xie Meng frowned.

Ji Qinyang looked at him for a while, and dropped the letter on the table with a smile on his face: "I'm kidding, you put it down."

In the afternoon, Xie Meng deliberately took out Lin Weixin's letter when he was packing his schoolbag. He thought about it and finally stuffed it into a stack of books on the desk.

Xie Meng asked for leave in the PE class. There was no one in the classroom. He packed his schoolbag and was entering when he was about to leave.

As soon as the two met Xie Meng, they looked away subconsciously, but they acted too deliberately and became awkward.

"Gone?" Ji Qinyang greeted with a natural expression.

Xie Meng said "En", the other side's attitude was peaceful, Xie Meng also relaxed a bit. He watched Ji Qinyang put on his headphones and couldn't help asking: "How does Qin Yang express your thanks? ? "

"?" Ji Qinyang's expression was inexplicable: "Why ask this suddenly?"

Xie Meng had some words to stop and said, "The other day ... you kissed me, it was nice ... want to thank me?"

Ji Qinyang was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Why do you think so?"

Xie Meng: "...?"

Ji Qinyang went to Xie Meng, took off the earphones and buckled his head. Xie Meng moved back subconsciously, but was grabbed by the other arm.

The melody emanating from the headphones was strange and familiar. Xie Meng only felt that there was a heat on his lips, and the world was quiet, leaving only the singing voice of Ji Qinyang, such as whispering in his ear.

"Your smile is like sand and snow, falling in my heart, gradually gradually, covering up in the years."