He Xuchunqiu

When the evening self-study was over from school, He Xuren said goodbye to Xu Ran while packing his schoolbag: "Goodbye, Xu Ran, see you tomorrow."

Xu Ran was still immersed in the random thoughts about whether he was a "gay guy" in his mind, and he didn't even notice that school was over.

Who has already put on their schoolbags, and most of the people in the classroom have left, only Xu Ran still looks like "keep his ears off the window, and only reads the books of sages", and the drafts written by Xu Ran have been densely packed Full of dashes and sentences.

Who stooped to lean on Xu Ran's shoulder, and quietly asked, "What are you writing about?"

Xu Ran touched someone's forehead with his sideways face, and took the draft book full of his thoughts into his arms in shock, his face full of guard.

Since Xu Ran didn't show it to himself, no one was interested in forcing it, so he waved his hand and turned to leave.

As soon as Xu Ran came home, he locked himself in the bedroom and refused to open the door no matter who knocked.Xu Ran took out the mobile phone under the pillow and typed "What does it mean to like someone".

He Xuren turned on the computer on the pretext of looking up information, and entered the pinyin "gaoji" on the browser's search page. Before he could select the corresponding word, a list of recommended search items popped up immediately under the search box. I think the most likely option is "getting a base".

Then, who opened a door to a new world.

That night, after Xu Ran browsed the definition of "like" on most of the webpages, he became more and more clear about his feelings for that person.

Explain from the aspect of Chinese words: liking refers to the meaning of liking in general, and also has the meaning of being happy, happy, and happy. Liking is actually a feeling, including appreciation, admiration, admiration, admiration, and love.

Xu Ran thought briefly for a moment, and he really felt this way after seeing someone.happy happy?Appreciate love?Xu Ran hesitated.

From the perspective of social psychology, liking is different from love, and it covers a wide range. Liking can include appreciation, love, love, pity, admiration, admiration, etc., but it usually refers to love.

The similarity in age, the complementarity of personality and needs, which person's appearance is attractive to him, who's personality quality, the familiarity of acquaintance a year ago and the proximity of sitting at the same table...Xu Ran took a seat one by one, and every time One point is determined for one heart.

Xu Ran slept very peacefully this time, and gradually let go of the hand holding the mobile phone. The power button of the mobile phone hit the hard edge of the mat, the background light turned on instantly, and the page still stayed on a certain page. on, with the perplexity and novelty of the teenager's heart.

Who's dream is so lively, full of messy pictures and entries that refresh one's worldview.

When he woke up, He Xu still frowned.

"Good morning!" Xu Ran gave a warm smile as soon as he saw someone.

Nodding his head tiredly, he nods as a greeting.

"Didn't sleep well?" Xu Ran leaned forward, and felt a little reckless, retreating half an arm's distance away.

Who recalled the scene of Xu Ran saying to himself "I don't do gays" the day before, and said with shame: "I don't do gays either."

Just as Xu Ran was sure that he had "love at first sight" for someone, his little heart was slapped loudly by this sentence, and curled up a little bit jerky and sad.

The look on Xu Ran's face faded instantly, leaving someone with a side face that thought he was unfeeling, and silently sulked.

Who still remembered the praise from the class teacher last night, yawned and took out a stack of A4 papers from his schoolbag and handed it to Xu Ran.

The A4 paper is printed with four lines and three grids, black ink, white paper bottom, each line is neatly written with a round letter with a blue water-based pen, as clean and pleasing as anyone.

"What is this?" Xu Ran asked sullenly, flipping through a few pages casually.

He Xu rubbed his eyes, pointed to a certain line and said, "Didn't the head teacher say that you need to strengthen your writing? I can't afford it if he asks you to take me as a role model, but if you want to improve, I may give you some help." Some help from you."

He Huiren's fingers are white and slender, and under the backdrop of ink, they show a distinct beauty.Xu Ran nodded blankly, as if the sullenness in his heart had been stabbed to death by that finger, killing him instantly.

It is also the first time for anyone to "help each other" with classmates. This intensive writing training lasts for four months.

Xu Ran especially enjoys the process of who makes a demonstration for him, who's gaze stays on his pen, every stroke, every arc, and the beautiful font on the tip of the pen can bloom like a flower.

He Shiren is quiet most of the time, but during calligraphy practice, He Shiren has a kind of silent focus.With the preconceived "like" at the beginning of school, Xu Ran felt that the English letters that he usually hated in someone's writing became particularly pleasing to the eye.

How can anyone notice that Xu Ran's eyes are free of impurities and purely admiring, completely different from the eyes of his parents who are eager to show off to outsiders.This is a kind of silent encouragement, which can pour inexhaustible motivation and self-existence encouragement to oneself every minute and every second.

But Xu Ran's eyes gradually became a little hotter, which belonged to the hotness of a young man's heart.Ever since he knew the meaning of "ji", he always asked Xu Ran like his classmates teasing each other: "You are so madly infatuated with me, don't you mean you want to have sex with me?"

When I was a teenager, my feelings were always turbulent and inexplicable, and when I was a teenager, I always covered up the lies that were true, and they were always clumsy.

Xu Ran always couldn't resist what anyone said, and would only deny it with one sentence over and over again: "Are you kidding me, I'm a straight little white poplar, it's unhealthy to mess with those men and women."

Perhaps it is really because the pressure in the first grade of junior high school is not conducive to learning. In the relatively free learning atmosphere of the second grade of junior high school, He Huiren's grades have improved by leaps and bounds, not only ranked first in the class, but also often broke into the top [-] .

He's father and mother's complexion finally improved after who's top results again and again, and the free control of the weekend was also handed over to who.

Xu Ran would go to the city gymnasium to practice football every Saturday. He would always bring a schoolbag and sit in the rest area to do his homework. Occasionally, he would miss out while doing his homework, and take a look at Xu Ran who was training hard.

Xu Ran's fingers have the same thick knuckles as those who play basketball, but his fingers are naturally longer, so the spread area is larger, and the grip is firmer than those who trained at the same time.

Every spike is firm and firm, with the flamboyance of a teenager; every serve is light and delicate, just like the cunning of a teenager.

Every time Xu Ran beats a duel, he always turns around to show off to someone.In Xu Ran's clear-eyed eyes, the meaning of asking for credit is obvious, and his self-confidence is as bright as a dazzling sun.

The more frequent the eye contact with Xu Ran and the longer the time they look at each other, there will be a strange feeling sprouting in his heart.