Mushiji [Pleasure]

"The end of the college entrance examination in my imagination should be when everyone tore books together, carnival together, and laughed together and liberated."

Wen Qianshu: "What's the result?"

Zhang Zisheng sucked his nose and cried, "Who knew they were still correcting the answer! I didn't want to hear it at all, but I heard it again!"

Wen Qianshu sat down and patted her shoulder.

Zhang Zisheng: "What's the right answer? Yes, yes, I know it's right, and my math is wrong again."

Wen Qianshu took a tissue and gave it to her: "It doesn't matter, the last question is actually not written by many people."

She was surrounded by the front and back tables, and she was at a loss. She took the chocolate from the front table, peeled it and handed it to her: "Don't cry, do you eat chocolate?"

Back table: "I still have potato chips here, your favorite flavor."

Zhang Zisheng cried even more fiercely.

"What's the matter?" The head teacher came over, "Why are you crying?"

Zhang Zisheng was still afraid of the head teacher, so he choked up: "No, it's nothing, it's something."

Head teacher: "Is the title wrong?"

Zhang Zisheng burst into tears again: "No, no."

Head teacher: "If it's wrong, it's wrong. Go and have fun."

Zhang Zisheng was stunned for a moment, and he forgot to shed tears.

"You kids." The head teacher held the table, "I thought about playing every day before the exam, how can I stop playing?"

"Go, go and play after the test." The head teacher, "Fortunately, after three years of hardship, you will pass the test, don't think about it."

"Go have fun this summer, learn what you want to learn, and go where you want to go." The head teacher, "Scores can't decide everything, but so far, this score has been determined. You have to hold this score, go to Choose a region, choose a university, choose a major.”

"High school is not the most important thing, college is. Everything you do in high school is just a stepping stone to the university." The head teacher, "No matter what kind of university you enter, don't let up, keep studying, and squeeze the school's energy. resources for you."

Several people couldn't help but laugh.

Head teacher: "I don't ask the class to be more promising, I just want you to be a better version of yourself every day."

"Don't regret the past, and don't be afraid of the future."

Head teacher: "I may have been very demanding of you in the past, but you are really the best kids I have ever met."

Boy in the back seat: "Teacher, be more confident and remove 'maybe', you are very demanding."

The head teacher glared at him, and the boy immediately shrank his head: "I was wrong, I was wrong—"

Zhang Zisheng was comforted, but it was impossible to tear up the book, and it was impossible. Because the third year teaching building was used as an exam room, they were preparing for the test in the first year teaching building, and they couldn't go back to their classrooms at all. And after the exam, you have to clean up, and it is a holiday after the cleaning and inspection.

The students in Class 17 of Senior High School knew that the college entrance examination was coming, and even changed the blackboard newspaper into a painting of a carp leaping over the dragon gate, with the words "Senior, Senior Sister, come on for the college entrance examination!"

There are post-it notes on every table, fluorescent, colorful, apple-shaped, dialog-shaped, and worst of all, scratch paper and sticky tape.

The handwriting on the post-it notes is different, there is no signature, but the content is the same - come on, come on.

Most of the students in Class 3 and 7 of Senior High School did not tear them off, and they were still stuck on their desks after three days, including Wen Qianshu. She looked down at her own picture, the handwriting was rough and scribbled, and she didn't know which ordinary English genius it was. The last sentence was estimated to be "Good Luck, Guys!", but it turned out to be "Good Luck, Gays!" [1].

Wen Qianshu stared at it for a moment, tore the paper off and put it in his pocket, then left his math and materialization notebook and put it on this table.

As for the language notes, she'd better not give them away, to avoid harm.

The same is true for many classmates. They keep their May 3rd and notebooks and give them to their juniors and juniors in the first year of high school. Zhang Zisheng wiped away his tears, leaving behind a bag of potato chips and a pile of thick notebooks.

After cleaning everything, Wen Qianshu picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave. She made an appointment with Shen Ting to meet at the school gate in the morning, and went back together by bike.

Wen Qianshu: "I'm so sleepy, I want to go back to sleep."

2333: "I actually already know your grades."

Wen Qianshu: "…"

She was about to say something when she saw Jiang Mingyue standing outside the classroom door. The other party was looking at the phone, but now he raised his head and looked at Wen Qianshu.

Jiang Mingyue: "Let's go together?"

She pointed to the phone: "Luo Qing went back first."

Wen Qianshu knew that Jiang Mingyue's family had been driving to pick her up, so they were now on the first floor, very close to the school gate. On the contrary, the parking shed is at the innermost part of the school, and it is a big circle to go there to get the car and then go to the school gate.

Wen Qianshu smiled: "You asked her to go back first?"

Jiang Mingyue didn't reply, just looked at her.

Wen Qianshu put one hand in his pocket, rubbed his fingers against the paper in his pocket, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingyue: "You already know, don't you?"

Wen Qianshu didn't answer either, she just held the paper. Her thoughts drifted a little, thinking of her mother at one moment, the doctor at one moment, and Jiang Mingyue at another moment.

Thinking of Jiang Mingyue who I saw for the first time, Jiang Mingyue who was gasping for breath after running, Jiang Mingyue who had draped hair, and Jiang Mingyue whose ears were red from freezing on the mountain—

Jiang Mingyue: "So, what's the answer?"

Occasionally there are students passing by, and they will look at them twice, but they are still passing by. There were few people crying and laughing, and most of them were sleep-deprived and confused. They only got off the single-plank bridge called the college entrance examination, and then found that there were all kinds of mixed roads ahead, trapped in the fog, and they couldn't see where they were going.

"Jiang Mingyue." Wen Qianshu lowered her eyes and raised her eyes. When she wasn't smiling, she often seemed a little indifferent, "I'm not a good person."

"I'm defensive, and I don't like to be too emotional. I don't have any plans for the future, maybe I just want to make some random money, go travel, do -- I don't know, maybe anything I haven't done."

Wen Qianshu loosened the paper in his pocket: "And you are a person with a strong purpose and a lot of planning. Have you ever thought about it, we are not suitable at all."

Jiang Mingyue: "Yes, we are not suitable."

Wen Qianshu didn't expect this answer at all and went to see Jiang Mingyue.

There were fewer and fewer people on the floor, and they gradually disappeared. Only the sound of wind and the sun lingered on this floor day after day, witnessing a group of students coming and watching a group of students go.

Jiang Mingyue looked away, not knowing where to look: "My grandfather is a doctor, and I wanted to be a doctor since I was a child."

Wen Qianshu was taken aback: "Doctor?"

"Yes, doctor." Jiang Mingyue, "I have a university that I particularly want to go to, and a job that I want to do. I want to study until the doctorate, and my work will be very busy after graduation. If we are together, we will only get together and leave more. , I may not be able to travel with you..."

Jiang Mingyue even handed over her cell phone and typed a long string of words in the memo, but it was not a love letter, nor was it some sweet talk, but the difference in their personalities and the many problems that homosexuals would face. .

Wen Qianshu didn't know what to say on his face when he saw it, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Mingyue looked back: "Wen Qianshu, the character you mentioned is not suitable for me. I have considered it. In fact, I have considered many things, and I still want to be with you."

"But there may be a lot of difficulties along the way, so I've listed them out, I hope you'll take a look."

The memorandum was beyond imagination. The more Wen Qianshu looked at it, the more he couldn't understand it: "You listed so many at once, are you not afraid that I originally wanted to agree, but later did not agree?"

Jiang Mingyue also didn't understand: "If we are together, these difficulties will be faced by both of us. Don't you have the right to know?"

Wen Qianshu was stunned. She actually imagined the scene of Jiang Mingyue's confession, but she never thought it would be like this. Instead of reading the comprehension you draw I guess, she clearly listed the situation. It is easy to malfunction, the kind that advise people not to buy it.

Wen Qianshu even remembered the picture of Wen Shi painted by Jiang Mingyue in the book, and couldn't help laughing and crying: "How can you confess like this?"

Jiang Mingyue was stunned for a while, then frowned slightly: "Can't you?"

She still has a straight back and a snow-white neck, but a pair of shallow pupils are confused, like a beautiful woman in an ancient painting, so that she can see the hurt eyes.

Wen Qianshu: "…"

Wen Qianshu couldn't pass the Beauty Pass: "It's not impossible—"

2333 watched her go further and further away: "But isn't confession usually very romantic?"

Jiang Mingyue: "Be romantic, will you agree?"

Wen Qianshu was startled now: "You know I won't agree? Then why are you—"

"I don't know." Jiang Mingyue, "I only know that you don't like to get too close to others. In the past two years, you have also gradually distanced yourself from Shen Ting, even Zhang Zisheng, you are at the same table, and you also play with you at the front table. better."

Jiang Mingyue: "It's actually quite obvious, isn't it?"

It was obvious, but only Jiang Mingyue found out.

Wen Qianshu likes to make jokes with everyone, but he doesn't get along with anyone.

People in the class actually like Wen Qianshu very much. No matter how many things or how many secrets they tell her, she will never reveal a word.

But in the same way, she didn't say a word about her own affairs.

Wen Qianshu was silent.

Jiang Mingyue: "I don't know why you are like this. But you know, I don't like being explored for privacy, so I won't explore other people's privacy myself; I don't like my parents forcing me to do what, so I will not forcefully interfere in all your actions and all your choices."

"You don't want to get too close, but I like you very much, so I put all possible situations and difficulties in front of you, and it is up to you to decide the distance between us and our progress. You Just be honest and tell me, do you like me?"

In recent summer, the wind and the sun are still too gentle, almost unreal.

"If you happen to like me too—then, why don't you try?"

If you like me too—

Want to give it a try?

Try it.

Try it-

Wen Qianshu was talking in his mind.

She stood at the door of the classroom, beside the wall, and unconsciously squeezed the paper in her pocket again.

She heard the wind passing the corridor, heard the second hand in the classroom circling, and heard herself ask: "You said so many bad things, is it good to be with you?"

Jiang Mingyue: "Yes, tomorrow is your birthday."

Wen Qianshu didn't know how she knew it, but it was probably Shen Ting who said it: "So what?"

Jiang Mingyue: "So if you promise me, today is the anniversary. Every year in the future, you will receive two gifts before your birthday."

Wen Qianshu: "What if you don't agree?"

Jiang Mingyue was silent for a moment, then pursed her lips: "Then there is only one."

2333: "…"

Wen Qianshu was amused, she didn't even know what was funny about this sentence.

She just wanted to laugh.

"That's a good reason—"

She heard someone speak, and it seemed to be her own voice.

"What about the two gifts this year?"

The author has something to say: Notes:

[1] GoodLuck, Guys (come on, guys). GoodLuck, Gays (come on, gays). And **** is a general adjective used more often, similar to agayman, rarely saying agay.

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The author is verbose:

Don't look at Wen Qianshu's apparent dislike for Jiang Mingyue's straight ball, he was obviously moved by this method.

Harm, you pretend, continue to pretend.

than heart (1/1)