Qingcheng I

Chapter 5

In his star-like eyes, I saw a beautiful and proud expression.

I walked out of the classroom to accept the standing penalty given by the Chinese teacher. Before my feet were hot, Ye Ling also walked out of the classroom with her head bowed amidst the laughter of the students.

She looked at me, smiled, stood beside me quietly, and fiddled with my hair that was blown by the wind in the corridor, she said, Tianya, I... I will accompany you.

It turned out that Ye Ling and the teacher defended me. She handed me the note first, and I just replied the note.Therefore, if the Chinese teacher speaks, if you want, you can also stand.Ye Ling walked out.

I know that talking is very embarrassing for Ye Ling.I have been imagining the courage and time needed for Ye Ling to complete that long sentence with the Chinese teacher in front of the whole class.

When I grew up, I heard many people talk about the friendship between girls. They used such cold eyes and rational thinking to criticize and argue that the friendship between women is boring, hypocritical, or too adulterated. Many impurities.

It's like they analyze love, love the sky and hate the sea.

I envy their rationality.But I still believe that in this world, there is such a person, you are willing to become strong for her, and you are willing to advance and retreat with her.Even if it's just for a moment.

In the corridor that day, Ye Ling and I, who were punished to stand, met our fate.

Gu Lang.

In the empty corridor, when footsteps sounded, I was whispering to Ye Ling the campus rules, telling her to be careful of our "killer" math teacher, who can rebel in anyone's class, but the "killer" brother, he It will make us die miserably, miserably, miserably.

Ye Ling looked at me chatting non-stop, like watching a child, pursed her lips and smiled softly, until when footsteps sounded, she turned her head slightly and saw a group of people coming.

A group of boys just came down from the basketball court, passed us covered in sweat, and bluffed past us. They must have been attracted by the beautiful Ye Ling, so they played basketball as if they were handsome, and whistled loudly. The voice suddenly rose an octave, and it didn't matter that there were still students in the class.

At that moment, I stood beside Ye Ling like a humble girl.

When my bony eyes saw the boy walking at the back who was frowning because of an arm injury, I was in despair—Gu Lang, how could it be Gu Lang?

Oh my goodness.

God.

Buddha.

I would rather meet him standing in front of the toilet door, or holding a trash can, or even meeting him when I was tortured to death by the "killer" teacher, than meeting him standing with the beautiful Ye Ling , my little heart became more humble in an instant, and I didn't notice it at all. When Gu Lang walked by, the light and shadow in Ye Ling's eyes suddenly appeared—vast and vast, like a lake in spring.

It was the first time I saw Gu Lang so close.

That afternoon in early summer, when the sun had already darkened, there were only rose-red clouds in the sky, and they were as soft as my timid thoughts.

My heart suddenly didn't know where it was floating, I just felt that the palms of my hands were all sticky and sweaty.

When he passed by, he was holding a sky blue sweat towel with a bear pattern on it.He glanced at Ye Ling and me with soft eyes, neither surprised nor inquiring, nor indifferent, just indifferent.

My eyes sneaked across his injured arm, the light red wound protruding from his upper arm.In the following days, while praying to the moon that the little bitch Huba would die early, I kept thinking about Gu Lang's wounds. Is he healed?Does the wound hurt?When will it fully heal?Will there be unsightly scars on the arms?
Really, why not put red potion on it?Why not bandage it?

Well, Gu Lang should be a very strong boy, so he doesn't care about this kind of wound.

Hey, it's actually just a small injury.

It's just that the injury was on the body of 17-year-old Gu Lang, and it fell into the eyes of 13-year-old Ai Tianya.

So, get grand.

Just like a love affair, for adults, it may be just a love affair between two people; but for 13-year-old girls, it is a grand event, enough to turn their lives upside down.

Who is he?This is the first sentence Ye Ling said to me without stuttering.Her eyes are shining, like a little fox facing a shotgun.

Gu Lang.I say.

Obviously, Ye Ling hoped that I would chatter and reveal more information to her like before, but my tongue seemed to be tied up, and I just couldn't say more words.

I said "Gu Lang", which caught the attention of those boys.They had already passed by, but they turned their heads to smile and make faces at us.Of course, to be precise, it should be smiling at Ye Ling, laughing and booing at the same time, ah, I like our boss, write a love letter and remember to send it to Gu Lang, class two (three) of high school!After finishing speaking, he laughed and dragged Gu Lang away.

Gu Lang turned around.

Smile.

It's like a surprise.

From his star-like eyes, I saw a beautiful and proud expression.

Beauty and pride, that's what I lacked at the humble age of 13.

So it is destined to be unforgettable in a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)