Weather forecast of Xinfeng Huilong

Author: Li

The first chapter if life is like the first time.

Yingcheng in April is the best season for kapok. On the tall mottled trees on both sides of the street, clusters of orange-yellow or orange-red flowers are blooming. The leafy branches try their best to reach the light blue sky. Pigeons fluttered by, and some emotions, like spring water, were pounding in the hearts of Qin and Zhejiang. He came back to attend the wedding.

His memory of the city is still ten years ago. It's an alley filled with morning fog, a street hung with green flag, a dim street lamp, a football field that can be used as an open space, a lively night market and food stalls at night, rumbling music in the stereo shop, old people playing Tai Chi in the square, and children staggering. Only when he came back here did he feel really young. Those memories hover in his mind like bluebirds, and then quietly stop here and look at him.

10 years ago, he was just a teenager, slender and thin, wearing a white shirt, with clear shoulder blades and a childish and slightly shy face. Ten years later, his skeleton has become more mature and tall, with an introverted and calm temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, and his gestures have a taste of style. Of course, ten years later, he has become a upstart in finance. Successful investment, merger and acquisition of several large enterprises and reorganization of non-performing assets have made him a miracle in the industry at a young age. He is one of the youngest professional managers in China and the core figure of the powerful financial consortium Hongtu Group.

The first person Qin Zhe saw when he got off the plane was Shen Si. She is the producer of a series of Financial People in Yingcheng. Before that, she knew that Qin Zhe was from Yingcheng, and she always wanted to make a special program for him. He doesn't often give interviews in front of the media. At present, he is doing a reorganization project of ST Company, which is sensitive in all aspects and not suitable for interviews. But she didn't want to miss this opportunity easily, so she asked people in Qin and Zhejiang about his itinerary and met him at the airport early in the morning.

I have read some information about Qin and Zhejiang before, and I have already had a deep feeling in my heart. If I put him in the entertainment circle, I won't lose to a male artist who judges a book by its cover, not to mention his intelligence is better. She also graduated from Yingcheng No.1 Middle School. At that time, she had known him in the school's historical yearbook. She has won several awards, but she can't remember the details. She just looked at his young and energetic face and felt like Takashi Kashiwabara, the idol that all the girls liked at that time.

In her memory, he has a handsome face, wearing a tall and straight navy shirt and gray trousers, with cuffs slightly rolled up and a coat and a suitcase slung over his arm, which stands out among the surging crowd. Her heart jumped inexplicably, then went straight to the front, introduced herself abruptly, and handed in her business card. He glanced coldly with his business card between his fingers and said politely, "I'm sorry, I won't give an interview this time."

"Let's not talk about the interview. We have prepared a car, take you home, or go to the hotel? " Shen Si said earnestly. It's a little awkward to meet like this. She didn't expect his attitude to be so firm. Anyway, she has come. Even if she refuses, be polite. Besides, she doesn't hate it.

Qin and Zhejiang still put away their business cards and looked around. They are all happy to meet again, but also a little secretly lost. Although he knew that no one would pick him up, he didn't tell Hou that he would come back, only that he was not sure. Hou shouted into the phone: "Shit! How dare you not come to my wedding? Listen carefully, Qin Zhe. I don't care how competent you are now, nor how precious your time is. You must come back! Otherwise ... you are dead! " Then he hung up without saying anything. He was stunned for a long time when he closed his cell phone. The secretary asked him suspiciously, what's the good news? He looked at him silently. The secretary said, "You are laughing."

Oh, yes. No one has yelled at him for a long time. He is really glad to hear Hou's voice. He actually wants to ask him who his bride is. What else? A name is almost blurted out, just like cinnabar on his chest, which has not been erased for ten years, or a thorn stuck in his heart, slightly stinging, or she is one of his dreams, which makes him lose uncontrollably when he wakes up at midnight. Like a black hole in time and space, he keeps falling and falling, but he can never cry.

Those past, those youthful days, because of them, made him feel meaningful. For ten years, they are scattered all over the world, with lofty words, ideal dreams and goals ... It seems that they are still on the playground at the age of seventeen, stretching lazily while listening to radio gymnastics, or skipping classes in the afternoon. In order to watch a ball game, they hung their schoolbags around their necks, climbed neatly over the fence and the parallel bars of the school to see who hung upside down for the longest time ... Youth that will never be repeated is because of it.

"Qinzong?" Shen Si looked at his absent eyes in surprise. His eyes were blurred in the bright light of the airport. She knew what he was thinking, but she saw him return to normal for a while and just said, "There will be a car pick up at the hotel. Well, let's do this first."

He ignored her and turned and strode away. She was a little anxious to catch up with him, as if he was more difficult to get close to than expected. Qin Zhe stood at the airport exit and took out his mobile phone to call the hotel: "I'm Qin Zhe. I'm at the airport now ... OK ... If I'm still on the road, I'll take a taxi myself ... It doesn't matter."

Shen Juan was secretly happy. Knowing that the bus to pick him up hadn't arrived yet, he said at the right time, "Since all our cars are here, please do me a favor and sit down ... I graduated from Yingcheng No.1 Middle School, and Cui Wenxiu taught you history. She is also my teacher ... You should consider an interview, and I won't force others to do it ... "

She approached, but she was not sure whether Cui Wenxiu had taught him. Just because she is an old teacher in Yingcheng No.1 Middle School, she said it. He hesitated, looked at her nervous face, and finally smiled and said, "Will you pass Yingcheng No.1 Middle School when you get to Shudu Hotel?"

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, wondering why she was a little nervous to see him. The driver is in front, and she sits in the back with him. She borrowed a Mercedes from a friend, and was embarrassed to drive an Accord in Taiwan Province.

"How long have you been away?" Shen Juan paused and said, "This is just a chat, not an interview."

His eyes are always outside the window, and kapok plants slip past him. Those streetscapes, lights and shadows appeared in chaos, and he felt overwhelmed: "How did the People's Shopping Mall move here ..."

She glanced at her head sideways: "This is Wuhou Store in People's Shopping Mall. The former People's Shopping Mall is still in People's Square and has been renovated ... Where did you live before? "

"Luohe District."

"The old city has also changed a lot. I am in Jinxiu Street, near No.1 Middle School. Now I have built some new squares. The change is really big enough. You should come back often. "

"I haven't been back for ten years." He finally answered her first question, and some said to themselves, "It's been ten years. Great changes have taken place here, but it seems the same as before. The Blue Sky Stadium is still there. At that time, we came here to watch the football match ... that's the West Ring Road, right? All six lanes. It used to be just an alley ... "

There is a feeling in his narrative. She smiled and said, "There should be many unforgettable memories here!"

"yes." He only answered one word. However, I feel that my nose smells sour. When I was a child, the topic of my composition was always unforgettable. He doesn't remember what he wrote. Maybe those are not unforgettable. What is really unforgettable is that he still clearly remembers those old faces ten years later. The old days seemed like a book, just in front of us.

"Can you sing' Pink Memories'?" Qin Zhe asked and never looked back.

She hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes. I think people in our time will ... want to hear it? I can't sing very well. " She waited for a while, but when she saw that he didn't answer, she hummed to herself, "Xia Xia left quietly, leaving a little secret ..."

She didn't notice that his hands were slightly curled up and his eyes were slightly glittering and translucent.

If anything, it will revive. . .....。 ..

The second chapter is lush life, with a noise.

The first thing Hou listened to was Pink Memory. He has a walkman, which was bought to listen to English tapes. As a result, he listens to music all day long, puts earplugs in his sleeves, hides headphones in his palm, and holds them on the table and sticks them to his ears during self-study classes. Sit in front of Mo Yuan and turn to talk to him. He always answers suddenly and loudly. In an empty classroom, it's like breaking a glass. Everyone stared at him in surprise, and then quarreled from the beginning.

At that time, when the school was studying at night, there was a power outage from time to time, so everyone put some candles in the drawer. When there is a power failure, candles will be lit in front of every table, and there will be a sense of excitement in the classroom. Everyone is whispering, and some people even burn their hair on candles, which will make some burnt smell diffuse in the classroom. Mo Yuan is writing a letter, Hou is listening to music, and Qin Zhe's deskmate is chatting with the people behind him about last night's TV series. He frowned and asked Hou to borrow the walkman to suppress the chattering voice of his deskmate.

Is a sweet voice, singing "summer summer quietly in the past, leaving a little secret, pressure in the bottom of my heart can't tell you, the evening breeze warmed my heart and I thought of you again, how sweet you can forget ..." He pressed the fast forward button, thinking about how Jia Ran could listen to such a song. But I didn't know. Later, he actually liked this song more and more. Sometimes I can't help but stop when I hear it in the stereo shop on the street. Sometimes when he sees someone singing on TV, he will listen quietly ... After many years, this song is what he listens to most often, including Han Baoyi version, Teresa Teng version, English version and various rhythm versions. ...

As soon as the bell rang at night, everyone filed out of the classroom. Qin and Zhejiang finished the last physics problem before they began to clean up. Hou has cried, "hurry up! Like an old lady! " Mo Yuan walked out of the classroom first and waited for them in the corridor. He squatted on the iron railing and leaned back. After a while, Hou will come and pat him on the head: "Let's go."

When I arrived at the bicycle parking spot, Hou saw Gu Luo picking up the car and stepped forward with a big smile: "Give me your answer to the English test paper."

She didn't good the spirit ground say, "you won't ask Qin Zhe to? He is the standard answer! "

"But I just want to see you!" Hou said cheekily.

"no!" Gulo shook the bridle of his bicycle and motioned for him to get out of the way. He was not annoyed, so he turned to let her pass. When she wanted to ride a bike, she found herself unable to move. She turned back angrily, out of breath. Hou actually pulled her back seat bar and played with Lai Lai: "Lend me!"

Gulo's face was red with anger. He sat on the bike and stopped with his foot. He angrily took out the paper from his schoolbag and handed it to him: "If you dare to scribble on it again, I will never lend it to you again!" "

"Yes!" Hou Jiaran let go when he borrowed the paper. At this point, Qin Zhe and Mo Yuan have been waiting for him not far away.

He held up the paper and tore it off in the surprised expressions of two good friends.

"Why did you tear her paper?" Mo Yuan asked.

"She must be very angry ... who told her not to copy the answers for me during the exam? Still at the same table! By the way, you can't betray me Tomorrow she said she lent me the test paper, and no one can admit it! " Hou Jiaran stuffed the torn paper into his schoolbag and pushed his bike away. He always forgets to bring the lock, so he always locks it with Mo Yuan or Qin Zhe's U-shaped lock, which also saves him the trouble of locking and unlocking.

"Let's go!" Qin Zhe turned and said a sentence, got on the bike and rode towards the front.

Mo Yuan caught up with him side by side, and then Hou. It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and there are no pedestrians on the street when riding out of the school gate. You can sit side by side on the road and talk while riding.

"Have you heard? A boy from Class Two, Grade Three was sent to Peking University ... How cool! If I knew this, I would play the whole high school ... Qin Zhe, I think you can definitely be transferred! " Hou said with sincere envy. They grew up in Qin and Zhejiang, and they were the best and brightest since childhood. Their grades are among the best in primary school, junior high school and senior high school, and junior high school is the first in the region. After they entered high school, their grades were all within the top three. What makes people angry is that he still has time to learn painting and accordion, and his grades are not affected at all. I feel guilty at the thought of him. Because Qin Zhe is such an excellent friend, his parents always nag in front of him about "learning more from Qin Zhe" and "being his parents must be very proud. Why did you give birth to such an ignorant boy? " "Qin Zhe score this time? What's your score? " Mo Yuan's grades are also good, but after entering the second year of high school, his grades have declined. Hou Jiaran knows that he is busy writing letters now.

At one time, pen pals were popular in my class, and Hou also wrote a friend letter to Youth magazine, leaving a message saying: I am not ugly, but also very gentle.

He received a soft letter, and at first he replied several letters with great interest. Many of them are letters from girls, and he chose some letters with good literary talent. Later, one of the girls sent a photo of Hexin, and he was badly hit. I think pen pals are a waste of time and feelings. After half a year, someone wrote a letter, and he threw it directly into the drawer and never returned. Unexpectedly, Mo Yuan read some letters and saw a girl who wrote letters. Her handwriting was beautiful and interesting. "In the colorful and dreamy season, I just hope to enter the early summer with carefree clouds." "In the blooming season, we are not only childish, but also have many thoughts, just like those ellipsis, which give us an unknown youth." Mo Yuan analyzed that she is a sentimental girl with a keen heart and a pair of observing eyes.

Later, she said that she might have copied Xi Murong's poems to deceive people. Qin and Zhejiang also read the letter written by the girl who signed it. The black pen and the son-in-law's handwriting are elegant and floral stationery, with a delicate mind of a girl. Jiang Xiaoqing is also in Yingcheng, a student from another middle school and a senior two student. Mo Yuan said that we can inquire about it and continue to communicate if it is beautiful. If it wasn't beautiful, he would have lost contact long ago.

Mo Yuan said, don't worry about it. He and she are not what they think, but friends, and it is easy to talk. Jia Ran looked at him suspiciously and said, "Your letters are too frequent." Letters from the same city can arrive in three days, but they can receive letters from the other side almost every one or two days, indicating that they have not received this letter and started to write the next one. When Mo Yuan receives a letter, he always cuts it along the sideline with a knife. After reading them, he put them in order one by one. There is some ambiguity between them, but the signature of each reply is "friend:" which is very formal.

After chatting for a while on the road, Mo Yuan turned to another road first. After Qin He went to Zhejiang in the same way, he also got home. The house of Qin and Zhejiang is the farthest. All three of them used to live in the family compound of the railway bureau. First, my father Hou resigned and went to sea to become a self-employed person. After making money, their family bought a new house and moved out of the compound. Under the threat and inducement of Hou, his parents bought a house not far from the railway station, but Hou didn't want to be separated from his two good friends. Shortly after he moved out, Mo Yuan also moved, which was the fund-raising room of his mother's unit. Because it was close to No.1 Middle School, he moved there.

When I was a freshman, Mo Yuan was in the same class as them. After the second year of high school, Mo Yuan came to their science class. Three people go to school together, leave school together, play together, and have no sense of identity. However, Qin and Zhejiang will still think of the scene when they were all in the yard before. If they shout at this balcony, the other two will immediately appear on their own balcony.

March is warm and cold, and the wind is a little cold at night. Qin Zhe suo suo neck. He didn't turn when he passed the road crossing home. He rode a few steps forward and came to a downstairs. This is a small building in Soviet style, and most of the walls are covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata. Thick vines, some new leaves, very fresh green, some oily feeling. The window on the second floor is lit with a warm yellow light. Qin and Zhejiang are sitting on bicycles and standing on their feet. When their heads are raised, they will feel some tenderness like falling flowers.

Recently, he has been used to it. After the evening lessons, he came to the building and stood downstairs for a while, just for a while. The bright and cold moonlight in early spring made his shadow more slender. This is his secret. He didn't even tell his two best friends.

In their eyes, he is as usual, just like those days before he was seventeen, laughing, fighting, fighting and chasing with them. But he knew that his seventeen years old was different. Just like a seed that broke through the ground, it grows quietly in my heart.

Sometimes, a girl will appear in the window. He would immediately hide behind a nearby mailbox and then sneak a look at her. She just came to close the window for a few seconds. At that time, he would hear his blood vessels chug.

I first met her during the winter vacation. His cousin came home that day, so Shen took some money to Qin Zhe and asked him to take it to the park. In the park, there are collars, sugar men, clay figurines, cotton candy sellers, Le Ballon Rouge with the word "Hi" written in gold, and some things like books and tiger dolls made of cloth piled up in trolleys ... It's extremely lively. Cousin runs very fast, playing with this and eating that, and he pays them and helps them with things.

They twittered around the sugar spinning machine. Twenty cents a turn, two people turned once, both a little disappointed, only a rabbit and a rooster came. Cousin has been clamoring to turn a dragon, because the dragon is the biggest and definitely "delicious" than rabbits and cocks, but it is difficult to stop on the dragon pattern when turning the pointer.

They just stood by and watched what others were doing. Qin and Zhejiang were surrounded by children and felt ashamed to be crowded there. They made a gesture to them and stood aside waiting for them.

He remembers that Hou once transferred to Huilong, and at that time, it was only a dime. Hou turned around and won the first place. He was very excited. Then he took the dragon out of the haystack and shared it with the three of them. At that time, their favorite game was "Blowing the General". They cut out the military commanders in the picture book, put them on the table, and then blow into the air to see whose "weapon" holds down the other side first, and whoever wins. Mo Yuan is a good player in playing "Blowing Generals". He always beats all the villains of Qin Zhe and Hou, or he can roll a hoop, play with a glass ball, play with a slingshot, watch a dinosaur super-class competition and be a saint ... Boys can play anything, even matchboxes can play with something new. Only after junior high school, they stopped playing those "childish" games, formed a decent football team and began to collect posters and tapes of some favorite stars. Time never stops. They grow up from childhood to teenagers.

When Shen buys clothes for him, he always buys a bigger size. When he handed them to Qin Zhe, he said to Qin Jinbo in a dissatisfied but obviously happy tone: "This child is growing so fast now. I really don't know how to buy him clothes. I can't wear it in a few days! "

Qin and Zhejiang coquetry grabbed his mother's shoulder: "Mom, if I don't grow up, you will be in a hurry ..." Qin and Zhejiang, who are only seventeen years old, are already one meter tall, and Mo Yuan is also one meter tall, and Hou is even taller, one meter tall. They three teenagers are wearing the same white shirt, black trousers and school uniforms, and walking together is like a landscape.

The temperature has plummeted these days, and the weather forecast shows that it will snow again the day after tomorrow. Qin Zhe felt that the air he exhaled was going to frost, and the wind was biting cold on his face. He stamped his foot and felt numb standing here. He put his hand in his pocket and saw his cousin playing happily, refraining from urging them. Someone detonated a prank gun next to him, lit one and threw it at the crowd. The bang was scary, and someone mumbled a few swearing words. He glanced and saw several teenagers about his age, laughing and running away, throwing guns at another group of people.

When Qin and Zhejiang looked away again, they saw a furry Beijing dog running all the way to the frozen lake. A boy behind him anxiously shouted: "Doudou, come back!" " Come back early! "His heart hung, and sure enough, when the puppy suddenly stopped to look back at its owner, the ice around it began to crack, and in an instant it fell into the cold lake in the boy's screams.

Qin and Zhejiang subconsciously ran to the lake, but someone stepped on the ice first and walked to the puppy. Fortunately, it is close to the shore, not too deep, but when she stepped on the ice, the ice cracked one after another, and she stepped directly into the cold water. Qin Zhe took a deep breath, so cold!

The puppy fluttered in the water and made some purring sounds. She hurried over and picked it up. The water had reached her knees. She walked ashore with the puppy in her arms and did not forget to wipe it with a cotton-padded jacket. At that moment, all the sounds around seemed to be taken away by the needle. Qin Zhe's eyes just stared at the brave girl. She was wearing an orange tweed trench coat and a thick white wool hat, with strands of hair hanging in her ears. This shot is so slow and unprecedented, left in his eyes and engraved in his heart.

When the girl carried the dog ashore, someone in the crowd was already amazed. Without taking off the scarf around her neck, she wrapped the puppy and gave it to the boy. Qin Zhe touched his scarf. I don't know where he got the courage. He went straight to her, took off his scarf and handed it to her. She looked up in some surprise. At the moment of eye contact, he saw her big eyes, clear eyes and slightly raised corners of her mouth. Because of the cold, her lips turned purple and her wet trouser legs were dripping with water.

The moment of looking at each other was as long as a century for Qin Zhe, and he felt that he held his breath.

"No, I'll be home soon!" She lowered her head and shook her trouser legs.

"Doug, say thank you, sister!" The boy with the puppy looked at her with tears in his eyes and wanted to return the scarf to her.

She shook her head: "Go home and dry it."

The puppy was wrapped in a scarf and curled up on its master's chest, but it was still shaking badly. The boy sniffed, hugged more tightly and said, "Sister, thank you!" " "

Qin Zhe grabbed the scarf and tried to say something, but he didn't say it for a long time, but his face flushed. The girl stood up and stamped her foot: "I'm freezing to death!" " Goodbye! "

Qin Zhe only had time to say "Again ..." and ran away, and soon the red dot disappeared into the crowd. This is just an episode that can't be shorter. The boy went home with the dog in his arms, and the onlookers dispersed, leaving him standing in the dark sky, feeling a little dazed and empty.

"Cousin! Go back, it's so cold! " My brother and sister finally had enough fun and shouted back. Before he came to his senses and shuffled behind them, he looked up at the leaden clouds, the sky crisscrossed with wires, and the bare and mottled buttonwood trees ... just for a moment, it seemed different.

Obviously, he went this way when he came!

"Next time, put the pointer in the middle, then turn it gently, only half a turn, it must be a dragon!" My cousin's voice spread over.

"Let's try our luck again tomorrow. I also want to buy a lantern ... you have a lot of lucky money! " Cousin's voice.

"My mother gave it to me and only gave me ten dollars. What about you? "

"Grandma gave ten pieces, grandpa gave twenty pieces, aunt gave forty pieces, little uncle gave ten pieces, and second uncle gave Zhang Si a head ... let me see, there are more than two hundred pieces ..."

"wow! You are too rich! "

"cousin!" My cousin turned to him and asked, "How much lucky money do you have?"

"Ah?" Qin Zhe replied in surprise. They gave him a strange look: "Do you have a lot of lucky money?"

Qin and Zhejiang perfunctory way: "Not counting."

Back home, a room full of people, playing poker, watching TV, sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds ... My uncle asked him to take the bottle opener, my grandmother asked him to change the channel, and my aunt asked him to find out his previous notes ... He simply poured a cup of hot water to warm himself up, but spilled it when he was holding the cup. He ate painfully and saw his whole back.

Shen rushed over, looked at his hand and cried distressfully, "Why did you burn yourself?" ? How so careless! His aunt, go to the drawer and get the medicine cabinet ... "

"How can such a big man lose his mind when he pours water?" She poured out and finally looked up at Qin Zhe.

He suddenly felt sad for no reason. Yes, he was driven crazy because he felt a sense of frustration. Why didn't he take the initiative to hand her the scarf? Why doesn't she want his scarf?

That little sadness, like spilled ink, stained his heart all over the floor.

He has been to the park many times, but he hasn't seen her. Then I met the little boy. This time he put a collar on his dog and held it in his hand. He ran to him and took out a copy of "Thunderbolt" from his schoolbag. He asked his cousin for this.

"Here you are!" He handed it to him with some ingratiation.

The boy looked at him suspiciously. The dog named "Doudou" tried to run but couldn't, so he had to pull the rope and bark. "Really give it to me?" The boy was dazed and said.

"well. Here you are! What's your name? " Qin Zhe smiled and asked.

"Sincerity."

"Sincerely, do you remember the sister who saved Doudou last time?"

"Remember!" Answer clearly and simply.

"I'm a friend of my sister's ... I want to help her return the scarf ... my sister only has one scarf. How cold it is in winter! " Qin Zhe's face turned slightly red. He didn't expect that he would lie and didn't struggle too much.

"I'll go home and get it, you wait!" Cheng Cheng was seven or eight years old, with a simple face. As soon as he heard that the sister who saved Doudou had a scarf, he went home to get it. He gave Qin Zhe the rope holding Doudou and ran away. Qin Zhe squatted in front of Doudou, raised his hand and gently touched its head and said, "It must be very cold!" " "

About twenty minutes later, Cheng Cheng ran back. I have that scarf in my hand, a thick white wool scarf with three flowing spikes at the end, which should be a complete set with her hat. He took it, bowed his head guiltily and said, "Thank you, sincerity!" "

"Is Sister OK?" Sincerely ask: "You don't have a cold, do you?"

"...No." He casually replied, ready to leave.

"What's the name of the elder sister? Thank her peas! "

"... Qin ..." He threw another panic in a panic. He didn't know her name was "Jane" at that time, so he gave her a surname. Once they met Cheng Cheng on the road. She was surprised that he called her "Sister Qin" enthusiastically. He blushed and told him the scarf he cheated from Cheng Cheng.

Hearing this, she laughed: "Aren't you a good student? Can still lie! "

At that time, how green he was!

Such youth will become even more overwhelmed when injuries come.

See her again, it's already after school starts. Classes began after the fifteenth day of the first month, and it snowed again in those days. The whole city is white. They didn't go to school by bike because the road was icy and slippery. Moreover, the school also adjusted the time humanely, so that the class can be half an hour late. Mo Yuan came back from Shanghai and brought them some sports magazines, which are hard to buy in Yingcheng. They have the latest reports of football matches and introductions of stars, with colorful pages. Hou Jiaran cut out the stars and pasted them on the wall.

"How was the year?" Mo Yuan asked them.

"On such a cold day, mental derangement happens to go out every day, so I will stay at home and watch gangster series. I think Luo Xiaoli in our class is a bit like a stutter ... "

"You don't like Luo Xiaoli, do you?" Mo Yuan smiled at him sensitively.

"Come on, it's not my type!" Hou Jiaran punched him in the chest and they chased each other on the road.

"Then you like Gulo!" Mo Yuan shouted back when he ran away.

"Shit, you like Jiang Xiaoqing!" After Jia Ran grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, he rushed to grab Mo Yuan and stuffed it into his neck. While they were busy, they fell to the ground with a bang. Qin Zhe hurriedly laughed, grabbed two handfuls of snow on his face, and ran away before they got up from the ground!

"Don't run if you dare, Qin Zhe!" The two men shouted behind them, and suddenly they United into one person. Because the ground is too slippery, Qin and Zhejiang run like skating in their coats. When he was proud, his foot slipped and he threw himself forward. He also slipped forward along the inertia for a while, grinning with pain. And the two people behind him laughed so hard that Hou bent down and pressed his knee: "What a suck ... haha! This action is so classic! Haha! "

The three men fought all the way to the classroom before they stopped. The teacher is already on the podium. Seeing that they were late, I didn't ask them either. After hearing them shout "Report", I waved them in.