his fangs

It's too false to say that he was depressed and wronged, Zeng Yang didn't pester Zhou Xin to sleep together for several nights.

Zhou Xin also guessed that he was not feeling well, so Zeng Yang couldn't come, so he went there cheeky, but was bullied several times by Zeng Yang, and his mouth hurt every day when he woke up.

After the sports meeting is the midterm exam.

After the midterm exam, Zhou Xin will transfer to another class.

After such a long time, Tang Bai has been resurrected with full blood. Although he did not say anything beyond everyone's expectations, he is no longer immersed in the resentment of his idol's departure.

Hearing that Zhou Xin was going to transfer classes, he looked back and forth between Zeng Yang and Zhou Xin in disbelief, and asked why countless times.

Zhou Xin didn't speak, but Zeng Yang got annoyed first.

He stared coldly at the chattering Tang Bai, "Shut your mouth and eat well!"

Tang Bai still shook his head and refused to believe it, "My God, Zhouxin, why did you change classes? Yang Zi is willing to part with you?"

Zeng Yang thrust a fish ball into his mouth, "Shut up! Don't make me say it a third time!"

Worried that the fork would be stuck into his throat the third time, Tang Bai groaned twice, but shut up resentfully, but his eyes still wandered sneakily on the two of them.

The shift was finalized.

At the end of the term, in the classroom, Zeng Yang helped Zhou Xin carry things.

The specialty class is just one class, at the end of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, forming a rectangular diagonal line with class 311.

On the way to move the books, Zeng Yang kept a straight face.

Zhou Xin had no choice but to tug on his wrist with a flattering look in his eyes.

And Zeng Yang was even more helpless, under the offensive of Zhou Xin's rare eyes, he could only soften his expression.

In the following year, students on the fourth floor often saw Zeng Yang, a student from class 311, appearing at the stairs in the corridor.

"It's so boring!" Many people sighed because of this-although they just waited for the person to leave, and did not do anything to blind people's eyes.

The green leaves outside the teaching building began to turn yellow slowly, and the leaf from the branch stretching freely to the top treetop began to fall and wither.As time passed, the fallen leaves were scattered.

In the blink of an eye, it's summer again.

"Zhuxin!"

Zhou Xin, who was talking to his classmates, turned his head and saw Tang Bai waving excitedly at him, "Come here quickly, we are going to take pictures in our class."

Zhou Xin nodded to the students in the specialty class, and after saying a few words, he walked towards Tang Bai.

"Can you add one more?" He said with a faint smile.

"That's for sure. You were once a member of 311, okay?" Tang Bai slapped him on the back.

Zhou Xin smiled, raised his eyes, and saw Zeng Yang looking at him.

"What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow.

Zeng Yang shook his head, pinched his face, "No."

It was still the same uniform, and each student had a palm-sized red flower pinned on his chest, and all kinds of people became the same at this moment.

But in Zeng Yang's eyes, Zhouxin is different.

Among hundreds of classmates, he saw Zhou Xin standing in the specialty class at a glance.

He hasn't changed, or has changed.

In the final graduation photo, maybe every student has changed a little bit.

They are closer to another world. Graduation and the mood of going their separate ways make everyone smile with an inevitable trace of sadness.

Some of them will go abroad, and some will continue to stay in the country, but they have started to deal with the chores of the family business. The outside world is too big. In the future, they will no longer be able to smile so purely and without any grievances like this moment.

Zeng Yang stood behind Zhou Xin, with his arms around his shoulders.

Zeng Yang recalled that in the first three years, he was standing behind Zhou Xin like this, and in the photo that was frozen by the camera, Zhou Xin was expressionless, and he smiled reluctantly. The background of the photo was a campus full of flowers.

At that time, Zhou Xin's personality was unpredictable. He smiled and talked to him for a while, but the smile suddenly dropped in the next second, and he fell into his own world.

That was the year when his illness was the most serious, and it was also the year when Zeng Yang had the most ups and downs.

He didn't know how he had such a strong endurance. Usually he talked to Zhou Xin, and Zhou Xin closed his eyes when he was talking, and he never remembered what he said after waking up.

Zhou Xin's capriciousness and being able to sleep with his eyes closed all the time made him feel like he was torturing himself sometimes. He secretly thought that the kind of friend he wanted was not like this. The kind of person who let him sleep when he said he would be laughed at by others.

The most decisive time, he even thought that Zhou Xin had relatives to take care of him, and he could slowly alienate him without knowing it, and then let go of him, no matter whether he was crying or laughing.

Why didn't you do it?

Zeng Yang smiled shortly.

Maybe it was when he was always clinging to himself to sleep at night, maybe it was when he couldn't control his drowsiness during the day and always secretly tightened his sleeves before falling asleep, maybe it was when he realized that he was intentionally alienating himself like walking on thin ice When the rest of the ability wants him not to leave...

Because there were too many, so he persisted.

And now he thought, well, he persisted.

This time in the graduation photo, he had a faint smile, and he no longer felt that he was smiling forcedly.

After the photo of Zhou Xin's graduation photo in the specialty class is finished, the neighbors in the evening.

Tang Bai and Shao Dihua were dragged away by members of the basketball team after being begged by female classmates thousands of times, leaving behind Zeng Yang who had nothing to do.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the surroundings were filled with the laughter of students taking pictures of each other.

Zeng Yang was excited, and suddenly pulled Zhou Xin over: "Let's get one too."

Zhou Xin did not object.

The pixels of the mobile phone are very powerful, clearly imprinting the youthful atmosphere around them, the affection in the eyes of the two, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths.

"There is someone who loves you..." Zeng Yang looked at the two matching people on the screen, and said with a smile, "If you love him too, tell him, the sky is white, and if that person is me, I will answer ..."

Hearing his pause, Zhou Xin was silent and smiled, and continued: "But the cloud is dark, so we can know who is in love..."

Looking at each other, the other party smiled silently.

"You have a good memory, Zhou Zhou." Zeng Yang smiled and said, "It seems that you watched the movie very seriously."

Zhou Xin said, "It's disgusting."

Zeng Yang laughed out loud.

That was the line from the movie I saw on the first night of the sports meeting.

Zhou Xin emphasized again: "It's really disgusting."

Zeng Yang: "Then you still answer me?"

Zhou Xin: "...You don't care about me."

Zeng Yang smiled again and pinched Zhou Xin's face.

Zhou Xin rolled his eyes, but he didn't move away. If one looked closely, the corners of his mouth were even slightly raised.

Zhou Xin couldn't help thinking, once upon a time, it was Zeng Yangqian who always let him go.He was the same age as himself, but he was already able to handle many things well. He was not like most young people who were unsteady, bold and fearless, who did not think much about things, and did not care about the consequences.

Zhou Xin himself grew up gradually after his parents passed away, so he still doesn't understand why Zeng Yang Mingming lives in a happy family, but there are many things that he understands more thoroughly than himself.

A long time ago, he was able to pull back himself who was on the verge of illness and collapse, to take care of himself unremittingly for three years, and to love himself as before. How did such a person grow up?

...

After the graduation photos were taken, someone wrote a classmate record.

"How is this the same as a junior high school student?" Tang Bai finished writing another classmate's, looked at the next piece of paper and muttered with his chin, "I have also experienced this kind of scene abroad, what's the point? have no idea."

"You don't care, just write it." Shao Dihua said.

The other students wrote their classmates' records for each other, and only this group wrote for themselves.

With a swipe of his pen, Zeng Yang only left his name and last words of congratulations, ignoring his age, favorite color movies, etc. After writing one page, he flipped to the next, twice as fast as the others.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Zhou Xin's writing, and Zeng Yang paused, leaned over to read, "It's all 'I don't know', you might as well not write."

Zhou Xin said lazily: "Less words are less and friendship is more important. If you don't write, it will be disrespectful."

Zeng Yang: "...Cut."

After Zeng Yang finished writing, he sat on his seat and twirled his pen in boredom.

After Zhouxin transferred to another class, the seat next to him became empty, but this time, Zhouxin, who was writing classmate Lu Zhouxin, was directly arrested by him, saying that he was asked to recall his emotions in the seat he had not seen for a year.

Zhou Xin didn't want to comment on his childish behavior, but he had no choice but to sit down now that they were all here.

The classroom was extremely noisy, Zeng Yang glanced around, saw something, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Zhou Xin finished writing about the last person and was just about to put down his pen when a piece of retro-colored clean paper and a clear voice from his deskmate came from the side: "You also write for me."

He laughed a little, and took the paper over when he thought it was unnecessary.

The tip of the pen paused above the paper, and the stock of blessings that was still abundant in his mind just now was a little blank. Zhou Xin suddenly couldn't think of a sentence to write on it.

He frowned somewhat hesitantly.

Sweeping his eyes to a line of words reflected in cursive fonts on the paper, Zhou Xin paused in his heart, and then wrote a sentence under the line of words.

Zeng Yang glanced to the side from time to time, and the moment he saw Zhou Xin writing, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and a faint sense of anxiety and nervousness arose spontaneously.

He cleared his throat and changed his sitting position.

Zhou Xin pushed the paper onto his desk.

He paused for two seconds before looking away.

With just one glance, he laughed out loud.

Zhou Xin laughed so hard that the roots of his ears turned red.

There were only a few words on the paper, combined with cursive characters, it became a very romantic love sentence that was known to people a long time ago.

——You are the joy of youth.

"The boy I like is you."

Zeng Yang laughed so hard that his teeth flew up, his brows and eyes dazzled: "You still talk about me, you are disgusting yourself."

After speaking, he put the paper away in a precious manner.

Zhou Xin responded lightly.

Of course.

Because of the graduation season, there are flowers blooming.

-Finish-