Hypocritical Adonis

Qi Zhong froze in place, and he turned to see Wu Yuan who suddenly appeared.

The lamp in the room shone on Wu Yuan's face, which made the wound on his chin clear.

Qi Zhong's uncontrollable smile all froze in his face, and the whole person froze in place, hands and feet motionless, as embarrassed as a clown.

Qi Cheng pursed her lips, "You..."

Qi Zhong glanced at him, then lowered his head around him and Wu Yuan, and quickly walked into the darkness.

The emotion in this eye was complicated, and what Qi Cheng had wanted to say stood in his mouth, turned his head to look at his back, and his brow slowly wrinkled.

Wu Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Qi Zhong’s back, then turned his head to look at Qi Cheng, “Go in, while the time is enough, go back after buying the medicine.”

His hands clapped on his shoulders, pushing him into the hospital.

The doctor in the infirmary was not Gu Huai, but another older doctor. This doctor went to get Wu Yuan's wound and took the medicine.

Qi Cheng converges various emotions, "Will you leave a scar?"

The doctor laughed: "Are the big boys scared of scars?"

Wu Yuan said in a deep voice: "Afraid."

He didn’t look like a joke type. The doctor looked at him several times. “Relax, it’s a minor injury, not a serious injury. The guy who just came to buy medicine also fell on his face. You’re not as serious as his injury. What."

Qi Cheng put his hands on the counter, "That classmate was serious just now?"

"It's not serious. It will go away in a few days," the doctor said. "You have a fast metabolism, so don't worry if you don't use medicine. Pay attention to eliminating bacteria."

Qi Cheng nodded and stopped asking.

Wu Yuan got the medicine, which was also an external ointment. He tore the seal on the top, and Qi Cheng, "I'm coming."

He took the medicine and dipped a clean cotton swab into the ointment.

"Trouble." Wu Yuan looked at his movements, frowning deeply, but still standing still.

Qi Cheng sighed, "Bring you to buy a medicine, but the result said I was in trouble."

Wu Yuan glanced at him, grabbed his hand, wiped the cotton swab with medicine on his chin, and stared straight at Qi Cheng without moving.

"Not saying you are in trouble."

The hand in his hand was slender and slightly cold, and it looked good-looking, but Wu Yuan knew that the strength of this hand was not less than that of him. He looked like a good student, and he didn't know what it would be like in a fight.

After a few minutes, the two went to the dormitory building again, speechless all the way. Arriving downstairs, Wu Yuan asked Qi Cheng: "When is the birthday?"

Qi Cheng was a little absent-minded, "June."

June of this year has passed long ago, and we have to wait until next year for our birthday, which happens to be the month of the college entrance examination.

Wu Yuan yelled and took a cigarette out of the cigarette case for him. Qi Cheng didn't want it. "I'm not addicted to smoking."

Wu Yuan put the cigarette in his mouth and swallowed and said: "What day is June?"

"13."

"You are a month earlier than me," Wu Yuan frowned, not very happy, "I am younger than you together."

Qi Chengle said, "One month younger is also younger. Brother Wu Yuan, in front of your brother, you are the younger brother."

He was bold, Wu Yuanyuguang glanced at him.

Qi Cheng was not afraid of him.

Wu Yuan's eyes and eyebrows revealed a little helplessness. He threw the cigarette butts into the trash can and entered the dormitory together with Qi.

After returning to the dormitory, Qi Cheng was urged to wash. When he returned to the dormitory, Xia Li clicked and locked the door.

Several people sat on their beds and drove the dormitory meeting, "Although you know that he may not win if you fight Wu Yuan, you still have to ask, is it all right?"

Qi Cheng wiped his face with a towel and brushed his hair by the way, "It's fine."

The other three people watched his movements and watched him take off his shirt and wipe with a hot towel.

"I asked it out at night," Han An, "and the news I heard before was inseparable. Wu Yuan was half a foot in school and the other half in the society. He collected usury money for others, and others gave him Salary, he used this money to feed himself."

Qi Cheng didn't speak, so the water clashed.

After he finished wiping, Zhu Fan was not particularly interested. "It's a high school senior. I haven't seen how you have trained. How can you have such a good figure? It's really the same as the model on TV."

Qi Cheng hooked his lips, "Can you compare with me?"

Zhu Fan raised his finger, "Fuck."

After the two of them were poor, Han An continued the topic just now, "Anyway, you are familiar with him, and I won't say anything. I just want to tell you that Wu Yuan is not like us."

"You pay attention."

Qi Cheng's tone slowly, "Wu Yuan people are very good."

"He looks pretty," Zhu Fan interjected, "also very tall, Qi Cheng, is he taller than you?"

Xia Li raised his hand, "I know this problem! When I counted the height and weight in Anyuan High School, I still remember Wu Yuan's data. He seems to be 1 meter 85, which is quite tall, almost the same as Qi Cheng."

"Two centimeters," Zhu Fan, "this distance can't really be seen."

Qi Cheng oh said, "It turns out that I am not only younger than me, but also shorter than me."

Han An: "Is he even younger than you?"

"You need to call me brother," Qi Cheng went to bed and lay down, putting his hands under his head. The water on his body slowly dried up. "One month younger."

It's about as tall as him.

The dorm quieted down slowly.

The second dormitory is large and the walls are clean.

There was no print on the ceiling, just like a piece of blank paper.

Qi Cheng closed his eyes.

He suddenly remembered Qi Zhong's eyes in front of the hospital room.

Guilt really hurts.

Qi Zhong's eyes were too complicated to describe.

That look is not like that of Qi Zhong.

Because it is profoundly unforgettable.

Just after class on Tuesday morning, Qi Chengcheng found a bottle of milk in his drawer.

The milk in the glass bottle style is still warm at the beginning, and the straw is also placed next to the milk intimately. Xia Liqi said: "Who gave you the milk?"

Qi Cheng shook his head and looked around in the classroom.

It's not too early, all the classmates who came should come together, and the sound of Langlang reading is gathered together, so that people who are not studying are panicking.

Xu Ning put down the Chinese language and turned to look at the milk on the table curiously, "Qi Cheng, if you give it to you, you may drink it. It may be that the girl is shy and sorry to tell you clearly."

Qi Cheng looked at her, "It must be a girl?"

Xu Ning laughed loudly, and her shoulders at the same table beside her tremble, "Can ah Qicheng, do you know that boys can send boys milk?"

"..." Xia Li, "Your expression is so strange."

After the laughter stopped, Xu Ning whispered at the same table: "I saw Chang Yao also took a bottle of milk in the morning. Do you want to ask if he put it?"

Qi Cheng listened to her and looked away from Chang Yao.

Chang Yao was obliquely in front of him, reading a book in a whisper while holding a booklet. The school uniform was wide, and he lined him thin and thin. The small part of the skin that was not covered by the hair was paler than the school uniform.

Putting your hair up is a lovely little girl, but now that she has her hair scattered, she looks a little gloomy and she doesn't get together very much.

Qi Cheng looked at him for a few seconds, and took out his English book from the drawer, "Say hello after class."

Xu Ning thought he was embarrassed and raised his voice, "Chang Yao."

Chang Yao turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Xu Ning smiled and asked: "Did you bring the milk on Qicheng's table?"

The students around her who listened to her threw away their books and looked out curiously.

Chang Yao looked up at Qi Cheng.

The dim light in the early morning penetrated through the window, just like opening the filter, so that Qi Cheng's eyes looked soft.

He smiled and looked over here, his fingers tapping on the table, one section longer than the other.

Chang Yao replied: "Not me."

Xu Ning's desk, "What about the bottle of milk you bought?"

"Drinking," Chang Yao's voice had to be listened carefully in the early reading class, "throw it away."

Xu Ning had nothing to say at the same table and apologized to him, "That was my guess, I'm sorry."

Chang Yao said it didn’t matter, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"

He was holding a book in his hand and Qi Cheng opened his mouth: "It's okay, let's go study."

Chang Yao nodded, then turned his head back slowly.

Chang Yao's desk looked at him casually, "Chang Yao, your hands are shaking!"

"It's a little cold," Chang Yao put the regiment into the sleeve of his school uniform. "I caught a cold last night."

With the table: "It seems that the temperature has really started to cool down recently."

This sentence is true. Starting from the first class, the clear weather outside suddenly sinks, the wind blows, and I feel that there can be a heavy rain at any time.

In the middle of a class, Mr. Yang walked to the window to see the weather outside, and finally put down the textbook. "It's going to rain. Students who are drying clothes and quilts will go back to the dormitory to clean up. Then remember to bring an umbrella."

After a few minutes, half of the classroom was whirling.

Zhu Fan and Xia Li also went back, and their clothes were still hanging on the balcony, so Qi Cheng did not follow, "We will come back and bring you an umbrella."

Qi Cheng nodded.

Teacher Yang took an empty drinking glass to the office to receive water, Qi Cheng stood up and walked to the corridor.

Class 3 took the lead, and the rest of the class also flooded with many people, and the radio also rang, and the voice of the **** came, saying that the students were given fifteen minutes to go back and pick up the good things.

The sky is changing, and it is now dark as evening. The strong wind blew, Qi Cheng leaned against the wall, her hair flying, and the school uniform was full of wind.

Qi Zhong came down from the staircase next to him, and when he saw him, he stepped in a footstep, and then continued to go here without expression, trying to pass him to the toilet.

But after Qi Cheng, he stopped again.

Turning to face Qi Cheng, the wound on the face is a little funny, but the constantly floating and rising things in the eyes are more spectacular than the roaring clouds in the sky.

"Hello," Qi Zhong said, "I dreamed of you last night."

"Just dream about this scene now," he, "dream about blowing, raining, dreaming that you looked at me like this."

"I dreamed you watched me all night."