a delicate flower

The school playground at eight or nine o'clock in the evening is still lively, with frolicking, laughter, drums, and breeze, as usual.

Ellen's mood has never been more complicated than tonight.

He never dreamed that one day he would hold hands innocently with a boy on the school playground, just like he is now-hands held tightly, palms sweating.

The children in the etiquette department have gradually become acquainted. Some took the initiative to stand in the middle and dance street dances, and some performed B-box to help warm up the scene.

Amidst the laughter, Ai Lang sat absent-mindedly, with his left arm resting on his left knee, and his fingers holding the bottom of the paper cup.The mouth of the cup was against his lips, the rim of the paper cup was bitten down, and the bottom of the cup was already bottomed out, but Ellen didn't notice it.

Ailang didn't move, and Zhuang Lin sat still. The shoulders of the two were very close. Ailang's right hand kept holding behind Zhuang Lin's left hand.

At first, Zhuang Lin's left hand was attached to the back of Ai Lang's right hand. Ai Lang wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhuang Lin held it.

After that, Ai Lang compromised, and his thumb touched Zhuang Lin's ring finger knuckles in response.

I don't know when it started, but the hands of the two are tightly held together like now.

Ailang looked ahead, and at the junior in the middle of the field who was working hard to heat up the field, but his mind was all on Zhuang Lin:

He found that Zhuang Lin's palm was extremely warm, so warm that it burned;

He found that Zhuang Lin's fingers were well-knit and slender;

He found a small mole on Zhuang Lin's ring finger, where the ring was worn...

It wasn't until the party was over that the two separated their sweaty hands.

The sweet girl who couldn't answer Ai Lang's name ran up to Ai Lang timidly, and called softly: "Senior Ai Lang..."

Ellen looked back at her.

Zhuang Lin glanced at the girl, got up and went to help the other students clean up the rubbish on the ground.

Standing in front of Ai Lang, Fang Chaotian's thin body can easily arouse boys' desire to protect, but it is a pity that Ai Lang is all about men and not close to women.

Fang Chaotian's eyes were watery, and she said softly: "Senior... Actually, I remember your name, but I was a little too nervous just now, so I didn't answer..."

Ai Lang smiled at her and said, "I can see that you are nervous. It's okay. It's just a joke to copy a hundred times. Don't take it seriously."

In fact, AI Lang originally cueed the girl in a white skirt sitting next to Fang Chaotian, but it turned out that Fang Chaotian in a light pink skirt stood up first in a daze, which shows that she was indeed a little flustered at the time.

Fang Chaotian nodded, moved his small steps, and said, "Well... Then my classmates and I will go back first, and see you, senior."

Ellen replied, "OK."

Fang Chaotian was dragged away by his female companion. Ailang turned around and found Zhuang Linying in the crowd. Zhuang Lin was carrying a garbage bag full of heavy objects in a gentlemanly manner, and followed behind Xing Lu. The two were one behind the other. , talking and laughing.

Ailang retracted his gaze, and rubbed his right hand against his trouser leg.

There seemed to be a residual warmth in the palm of his hand that didn't belong to him.

……

Lying on the bed that night, Ai Lang suddenly realized that he could no longer substitute Zhuang Lin into the role of Slag Gong.

Thinking of Zhuang Lin's face, Ai Lang felt very sweet.

Ai Lang couldn't sleep even when the air conditioner was on and the quilt was covered. He got up and sat curled up in front of the computer desk in the middle of the night, staring at the sentence "Senior, good night" that Zhuang Lin sent him in his mobile phone. He took apart a stick The sugar was in his mouth, licked and licked, and the rich sweet milk flavor permeated between the lips and teeth.

Ai Lang absently fiddled with the other two lollipops that were caught between the legs of the puppet man. He was full of thoughts: I don't know what it feels like to be ____ by Zhuang Lin...

·

Ai Lang always thought that he liked the kind of cool and bad playboy, but now he feels that a pure and good boy like Zhuang Lin is also in his heart.

Of course, the premise is that the face is handsome.

Before going to bed, Zhuang Lin would say to Ai Lang on WeChat, "Good night, senior, go to bed early", and in the morning, he would tell Ai Lang, "Senior, remember to eat breakfast".

Ailang was still in bed at seven o'clock, but Zhuang Lin had already gotten up early and ran around the school.

Ai Lang likes to tease Zhuang Lin, and deliberately uttered with a hoarse and sexy voice when he just woke up: "Are you wet? I want to see your wet body photos~"

There was silence on the screen for a while, Zhuang Lin silently changed the subject: "Senior, don't be late for morning class, remember to eat breakfast."

Ai Lang looked at this text message, and his mood improved inexplicably, and the depression of getting up early and going to class was also diluted a lot.The only regret is probably that Zhuang Lin didn't speak.Ai Lang especially wanted to hear Zhuang Lin's voice talking to him when he was out of breath due to strenuous exercise.

Friday morning.

Ai Lang was eating tiger skin cakes between classes, and listened with interest to Xing Lu's evaluation of individual juniors after the freshman meeting last night.

Ai Lang bit the straw in the soy milk cup, pretending to ask casually: "What do you think of Zhuang Lin?"

Xing Lu shook the pen in her hand, crossed her legs and replied: "Zhuang Lin~ My first reaction when I saw Zhuang Lin's appearance was that I thought he was a cynical tall, rich and handsome man, but he is very handsome and naughty. It's kind of bad, and it's very exciting when you think about it. I really didn't expect him to be a polite and friendly boy."

Ai Lang smiled and narrowed his eyes to agree: "I didn't expect it to be milk-related, right?"

Xing Lu said, "You mean the little milk dog?"

Ellen: "Will the little milk dog bite people?"

Xing Lu: "No way?"

Hearing this, Ailan rested his cheeks and sighed: "I wish he would bite~"

I couldn't hide my deep regret in my words.

"..."

Xing Lu thought for a while, and then said, "Shouldn't bite people, but maybe... lick people?"

Ai Lang chuckled and said, "Can lick people? Oh~ that seems good..."

"..."

Xing Lu turned her head and stared at Ai Lang in disgust, confirming that she and Ai Lang had a serious disagreement on the topic - she was talking about the little milk dog, and Ai Lang obviously cared about the lewd Zhuang, the little milk dog and Lin Le.

Xing Lu rolled her eyes and said, "Xie Jie, wake up quickly."

She brushed her hair and looked out of the window. The sudden strong wind confused Xing Lu's eyes. She closed the window and pointed to the cobweb by the window that was almost collapsed by the strong wind and said to Ellen, "See that cobweb? Just Like the Flag of your non-flirtatious guide, it's already starting to crumble."

Ailang glanced out, smiled and didn't answer, pouted his mouth and gave Xing Lu a soft kiss.

Xing Lu shivered, rubbing the goosebumps off her arms.

In just one class, the sunny day outside the window turned into a rainy day with dark clouds and heavy rain. The strong wind brought showers, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

It rained heavily from the fourth period until after school, and the crackling and noisy sound of the rain even overwhelmed the bell for the end of get out of class, which was supposed to be exciting and suppressed hysterically.

Ai Lang and Xing Lu also have classes in the afternoon. Fortunately, they are also in this teaching building, so they decided to stay in the classroom and order takeaway.The class was also lively, half of the class was trapped here by the heavy rain.

Standing by the window, Xing Lu looked at the white rain curtain outside the window, and sighed, "Shouldn't the club's orientation activities be postponed tomorrow?"

Ai Lang looked out the window, and the cobweb on the window sill had been washed away by the storm, he looked away indifferently, and said, "No way, I also checked the weather in advance when choosing the date The forecast says it will rain today, and it will be sunny tomorrow.”

Ai Lang is more concerned about when their takeaway will be delivered.

Ailang's worries are not unreasonable. The teaching building they are in is [-] minutes away from the living area. They have waited for more than an hour since placing an order at eleven o'clock. As I got younger, the phone didn't ring for a long time, and the takeaway brother never disappeared.

Reminders are meaningless now, so Xing Lu posted a Moments of the trapped teaching building, complaining wildly with others in the comment area, looking for a little fun in the bitterness.

The girl in front complained to her boyfriend on WeChat that she couldn’t get food after waiting for a long time. When she received a picture from her boyfriend of him eating spicy hotpot in school, she “angeredly” posted it on Moments, showing off her love in a disguised form.

Ai Lang lay listlessly on the table, and when he heard the phone beeping, he looked up——

ZLin: Senior, do you eat roasted duck rice?

Ai Lang suddenly regained his energy, and quickly turned on the phone and replied: "Do you want to bring me food?" Ai Lang propped up his upper body and glanced at the rain curtain outside the window. Frowning, he just entered the four words "Don't come", and before he clicked to send, the caller ID of "Zhuang Lin" popped up on the phone screen.

Ellen froze for a second, then connected the phone.

"Hey……"

"I'm in the D teaching building, which classroom is the senior in?"

Zhuang Lin's voice came through the phone with a slight pant.

"D303..."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xing Lu, who was at the same table as Ai Lang, raised her eyelids and asked, "Who is it?"

Xing Lu's mobile phone page is still stuck in the circle of friends she posted. Ailang directly checked it out. The post was posted half an hour ago. The location shows the D teaching building. Kuansheng Wukelian lay on the table looking at the group photo on the phone.

Many people liked it, and Zhuang Lin's name was also on the list of blue likes.

Ai Lang returned the phone to Xing Lu, stood up and walked out without answering.

The ground in the corridor was washed by the wind and rain, and the flow rate of the drain could not keep up with the speed of the rain. There were several puddles of water on the ground, and the air became a little humid.

As soon as Ailang walked out of the back door of the classroom, he saw Zhuang Lin coming out of the stairwell directly opposite him.

The umbrella in Zhuang Lin's left hand dragged a long water stain on the ground, and he carried two boxes of takeaway and a piece of fried chicken in a paper bag with his right hand.There are small drops of water on the transparent bag for the takeaway, as if someone who came from a long journey is sweating profusely.

Zhuang Lin came here with an umbrella, but his whole body was still soaked by the rain.The loose and casual short sleeves stick to the flesh, vaguely outlining a strong and strong figure.His face was also wet, his eyelashes were drooped into locks by the rain, his eyes became darker and brighter, his hair was still dripping with rainwater, gathered into water droplets and slid down the three-dimensional facial contours to his chin, reluctantly. Sherdi fell to the ground.

When Zhuang Lin didn't smile, it was just like what Xing Lu said about his first impression - cruel and energetic.

However, when Zhuang Lin saw him, he smiled shyly and warmly, with a sweet dimple on the corner of his lips.

Zhuang Lin shook the takeaway bag to shake off the water droplets on the bag, and then handed it to Ai Lang.He said apologetically: "Senior... the rice seems to be cold, you just eat a little."

"Um……"

Ai Lang took the two boxes of takeaway, holding the bottom of the takeaway box in his palm, he could vaguely feel the residual warmth.Just as Zhuang Lin was about to withdraw his hand, he was suddenly held by Ailang again.

AI Lang looks at Zhuang Lin.

It wasn't that the takeaway was cold, but that Zhuang Lin's hand was beaten temporarily by the wind and rain, and he lost consciousness for a while.

Ai Lang squeezed Zhuang Lin's hand lightly, his eyes were attracted by the precarious water droplets hanging on Zhuang Lin's chin, under Zhuang Lin's puzzled eyes, he raised his right hand, and gently brushed the knuckles of his index finger Zhuang Lin's chin wiped away the small drop of water.

Zhuang Lin felt a little itchy, took a step back, and heard Ailang ask him sincerely: "I'll give you a reward, do you want it?"

With a smile in his eyes, Ai Lang watched Zhuang Lin's reaction with interest - he was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, and gently pursed his dry thin lips.

He responded unexpectedly to Ai Lang: "I want to..."

Ai Lang raised the corners of his lips happily when he heard it, and asked again: "What do you want?"

Zhuang Lin hesitated for a while, then leaned the umbrella on the corridor, wiped the water droplets off his clothes with both hands, and then... stretched out his hand to unzip the bag of fried wings.

"..."

Ailang stared at Zhuang Lin's face in a daze, hesitant to speak, thinking in his heart that if Zhuang Lin really ate the fried wings in front of him, what expression should he use to face it...

When Zhuang Lin unwrapped the bag, he raised his head and took a look at Ai Lang. His dark eyes were as innocent as if he hadn't experienced much in the world, reflecting Ai Lang's figure.Every time Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang, he was always the one who was defeated first, his eyelashes trembled slightly, lowered his eyes, and he took Ai Lang's left hand.

Ailang waited for Zhuang Lin's follow-up action in a daze, his eyes suddenly trembled——

I saw Zhuang Lin holding the golden binding thread that was untied from the paper bag in his hand. He was blushing and handsome at the moment, and acted naively but very seriously, wrapping the golden binding thread around Ai Lang's ring finger two laps.

"..."

The gold tie thread is a bit tricky.

Ailang withdrew his hand like an electric shock. He used a look of disgust to cover up his inner guilt, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "What is this?"

Zhuang Lin felt that his behavior was very naive, so he replied "nothing", and even his eyes became lost.

He picked up the umbrella and said, "Senior, go in and eat quickly, I'll go back first."

Ellen responded, "Yes."

Looking at the back of Zhuang Lin's departure, Ai Lang clenched his fist with his left hand hanging by his side, and the pulp of his thumb gently stroked the tie thread wrapped around his ring finger.

The position of the ring finger and the coils formed by the golden thread are too eye-catching.

what do you want?

Ai Lang automatically jumped out of this confession in his heart, filling the silent blank just now:

I want you.

"..."

As soon as Zhuang Lin left, Ai Lang tore off the binding thread on his finger, and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but hesitated temporarily.

Ellen frowned, and finally stuffed the tie into his pocket.

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Zhuang Lin walked down the stairs and met an acquainted junior senior at the corner of the second floor.When the senior saw that he was completely drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water, the senior couldn't help but frowned and asked in concern: "Zhuang Lin, are you just here or are you planning to go back? Why are you drenched like this, be careful Don't catch a cold."

Zhuang Lin let out a casual "ah", raised his hand to wipe off the drops of water on his chin, inserted it into his wet hair, and pushed back the hair that was dripping with rain on his forehead, showing his cold and sharp eyebrows Xingmu was still gentle and harmless, but she couldn't see the pure and shy appearance just now.

He bent his lips and said, "It's okay."

He got wet on purpose, which can not only win sympathy, but also show sincerity, and also——to satisfy Ellen's curiosity to see him wet.