Who is not Bai Yueguang?

The handsome man Qiao didn't want to mention the fact that he had to rely on his face to divert the audience's attention when he ran outside the Fifth Ring Road, so he changed the subject nonchalantly.

After returning to school, Bi He seemed really happy, and kept talking to Xue Qiao about the changes in the school. Xue Qiao finished his meal first, and then listened to him without saying a word, with a smile in his eyes.

After dinner, Bi He rushed to wash the dishes, Xue Qiao cleaned up the dining table, and saw the magazine that Bi He had put on the table when he came back, he lowered his head and took a second look, it was a classic martial arts monthly magazine that had been published for more than ten years , Paper books have declined in recent years, I didn't expect this magazine to still publish new ones.

Bi He came out after tidying up the kitchen, but saw Xue Qiao entered the bedroom, and came out again after a while, carrying two coats.

Bi He looked at him in bewilderment.

"Come on." Xue Qiao took out a coat and handed it to Bi He, "Put it on, let's go out."

Bi He turned his head and glanced outside the dark balcony: "?"

Xue Qiao smiled at him while putting on his coat: "Recall the past, do you want to go?"

Bi He never imagined that many years ago, he was led by a good student Xue Qiao to climb over the wall outside the school, and many years later he was led by a good young man Xue Qiao to climb into the school.

In addition to the fact that both of them have grown into adults who are no longer afraid of the dean, what has changed is Bi He's very agile skills.

"Is this the first step in remembering the past?" Bi He spit out a sentence when he jumped down.

Xue Qiao picked him up, pretending to be troubled: "A useless boyfriend like me can only accompany you out at night when no one is around."

Bi He stepped on his face and touched his face: "It's okay, your face is pretty."

"I think you haven't wiped your hands yet." Xue Qiao let him touch it.

"That's just to wipe it with your face." Bi He retracted his hand shamelessly, and walked forward with a smile.

Xue Qiao smiled helplessly, and stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

It was already night, and it was already past the end of the second middle school. The boarding students were all locked in the classroom for evening self-study. The huge campus was very quiet, and there were no people to be seen. It was suitable for outsiders with ulterior motives like the two of them. Of course, it is also suitable for young teenagers who have problems with puppy love.

"Wow." Bi He hid behind the pillar, then stretched his neck to look at the figure in the distance.

There are no green creepers and snow-white Qilixiang, and the withered and yellow branches in the deep winter cut off the line of sight. From a distance, they can only see the figures of two young people cuddling closely, probably kissing cautiously.

Xue Qiao stretched out a hand to cover Bi He's eyes and dragged him back, and said with a low laugh, "See no evil."

"Hey." Bi Heying covered his body, grasping his wrist with both hands to make himself see the light again.

At this moment, it seemed that some familiar scene came through time. Bi He blinked, raised his head and smiled at Xue Qiao: "I feel that this scene has happened before."

Xue Qiao said "Yes", "You were not so calm back then."

"I was an innocent boy back then." Bi He raised his chin proudly.

Xue Qiao laughed out loud, and took his hand in the dark: "Then don't watch the scene here, innocent boy."

Bi He was holding his hand with a smile. Anyway, there was no one around, and since Xue Qiao didn't care, he was confident.

In my mind, I remembered many years ago, when the creeper hadn't returned to its green color, it was also a quiet night, and it was also when I ran into a strange classmate who was kissing intimately. He blushed and panicked and didn't know what to do. Xue Qiao behind him Covering his eyes, it was also the voice that rang out above his head with a smile.

"See no evil."

It was also Xue Qiao who pulled his wrist and him who was pulled away obediently.

So many years.

The two walked around the school quietly like a chicken, and found that the Second Middle School was not too far from the memory.

In the playground sandwiched between the vine-covered corridor and the somewhat dilapidated basketball court, Bi He ran 1000 meters here, and ran to the finish line amidst the sound of cheering all over the sky, waiting for Xue Qiao, the other party's voice Always carry the reassuring force: "You won't be last."

In the school infirmary deep in the corridor on the first floor of the high school, there are health and safety posters pasted on the windows that have not changed for a hundred years. At that time, Mr. Wang was still on duty wearing presbyopic glasses, and he was joking with Bi He while treating his knee wound : "Why are you so afraid of your classmates? Does your class teacher know?"

He timidly turned his head to look at Xue Qiao, who was waiting by the side. The other party still had a cold face until the two of them left the infirmary. He tightly grabbed his clothes and promised not to run around again. The ice and snow on the ground gradually melted away.

Xue Qiao is not a person who gets angry easily, but Bi He always remembers his appearance at that time, just like now through the darkened window, he can still think of the smiling teacher at that time, and the infirmary who was blown by the wind and who was so angry. Slowly falling blue curtains.

There is also the empty school auditorium, and even the evening wind blowing from the balcony on the second floor is still the same as before.

"This door has never been decorated, and the school is really stingy." Bi He stood outside the glass door at the entrance on the second floor, stretched his neck and looked in, but he could only see his own dark shadow reflected.

Standing beside him, Xue Qiao suddenly remembered something.

Bi He turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Xue Qiao smiled without saying a word, walked to the leftmost glass door and pushed in, and the door was locked.

He turned his head and saw that Bi He was still looking at him, so he smiled and said: "There is something I didn't seem to tell you."

Bi He: "?"

"Do you still remember the orientation meeting in the freshman year of high school?" Xue Qiao said, "At that time, we had programs that came to the auditorium first, and you came later."

"Remember." Bi He shrugged.

"Were you late?" Xue Qiao turned his head to look at the glass door, with a look of reminiscence on his face, "You didn't come running until all the other students went in and sat down."

Thinking of this, Bi He asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

At that time, the two of them didn't know each other well, because it was an unimportant matter, and Bi He didn't tell Xue Qiao about it later.

Xue Qiao smiled and said, "I was watching you from behind the door."

Bi He was taken aback, and then heard Xue Qiao say: "I was about to go on stage at that time, and I was really nervous, so I came out to get some air. I just stood behind this door for a while, and saw you running over. I was already in a hurry, you But he still stopped here for a while, straightening his bangs against the glass."

He laughed: "You look at this door like a mirror from the outside, but I can actually see you inside."

The young man who ran in a hurry, with red cheeks on both sides, didn't realize that he was standing beside the door, facing the "mirror" and carefully arranging his black hair that was messed up by the wind. Xue Qiao knew that he didn't see him , but was still stunned by those eyes, turned around and walked away carefully before the other party found out.

Bi He was dumbfounded: "True, true or false?"

He doesn't quite remember the details, but thinking about the scene at that time, if the black-haired woman knew that he could see clearly from the inside of this door, how embarrassing would he be?

Xue Qiao turned around and saw his expression in his eyes. It was pitch black, only a small yellow light on the balcony allowed him to see his face clearly.

There was a smile on his brows and eyes, and he squeezed Bi He's face: "Don't worry about embarrassment, don't mention how cute you were back then."

Bi He pursed his mouth: "You remember this kind of thing, so you can't forget it?"

"I remember everything about you." Xue Qiao said, "Will you be happier if you say it this way?"

Bi He thought for a while: "Well, that's true."

As he spoke, he thought of something: "Wait, why were you so nervous at the time? Aren't you a rising star of the campus male god or something?"

The smile on Xue Qiao's lips stagnated, a little embarrassed: "Uh..."

Bi He looked at him with piercing eyes.

Xue Qiao said helplessly: "I was performing a musical at that time, have you forgotten?"

Bi He suddenly realized.

When they were in the first year of high school, there was a musical in their class. Because one face had an overwhelming advantage among the more than 20 boys in the class, Xue Qiao was begged by the literary and art committee to play the leading actor—even though he repeatedly emphasized I can't sing, but after being chased and hiding for a week, I made a compromise with the literary committee member's sentence, "It doesn't matter if you go off tune and go to the next university campus."

And it turns out that Xue Qiao can not only run to the university next door, but also run two more streets to the university of science and technology next door.

Bi He couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, stop laughing." Xue Qiao was embarrassed by his laugh.

Bi He stopped laughing, and sighed: "The strength of the face is really amazing. With your singing level, you can still be on stage for two years."

"Who am I for the second year?" Xue Qiao raised an eyebrow and asked him.

"Well... who knows." Bi He grinningly rushed over and hooked his neck, "Comrade Xue Qiao, even if you go off tune and go to the Fifth Ring Road, you are still my male god, a great male god!"

Xue Qiao put his arms around his waist, looked down into his eyes, and let him go after a while: "Come on."

Bi He turned his head and saw him walking towards the edge of the terrace.

There is also a small high platform on one side of the auditorium terrace, just enough for two people to sit side by side.

Xue Qiao has long legs, holding the side with one hand, and went up as soon as the long legs took a step, turned around and stretched out his hand to Bi He: "Are you afraid of heights?"

"How is it possible." Bi He raised his eyebrows, took his hand and used his strength to climb up.

Standing at this height, you can see from a distance the large statue hanging outside the teaching building of the high school, which looks like a Roman round clock. Bi He had discussed its designer with Xue Qiao before.

Under the big round clock, the sixteen and seventeen-year-old juniors in the teaching building are still burying their heads in their studies. For them, this is still a hard time. From Bi He's point of view, it is just one after another under the silent night sky. Small squares that shine brightly.

Time, fate, and chance are so wonderful.

Xue Qiao turned his head and saw that the hair on Bi He's forehead had been blown up a little, and his thick eyelashes were trembling. His heart was soft, and even the name he uttered contained an indescribable friendship: "Little millet."

Bi He looked back at him.

"I seem to still owe you a gift." Xue Qiao whispered, "We agreed at the time that as long as you are willing to perform on stage, I will give you a gift, do you remember?"

Bi He thought for a while: "Didn't you invite me to dinner?"

Xue Qiao stretched his brows and said with a light smile, "It doesn't count, that's an extra reward."

Bi He shook his head blankly.

Xue Qiao looked into the distance, and said slowly: "I remember, I said to you after my show was over: 'Look, I don't sing very well, so don't be afraid, it's not bad at all. Disaster'."

"Ah..." Bi He nodded and recalled, "I remember, when I stepped down, you still said that I performed better than you, your skill of telling nonsense is better than mine now, but I always A tree, my friend!"

Xue Qiao retorted: "A tree that won't go out of tune."

Bi He said: "Don't always expose your shortcomings, male god."

"I didn't lie to you." Xue Qiao smiled, "Didn't we all know it in the end? It really doesn't sound very good."

"Actually, it's okay." Bi He patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Anyway, you are the most handsome in the audience."

Xue Qiao grabbed him and patted his hand: "After the end, you told me that I will definitely sing better in the future. After that, actually... I have been learning that song, thinking that one day I will be able to sing well If so, I will sing it to you."

Bi He was stunned.

"I didn't expect it to be so many years late, but..." Xue Qiao looked down at him and asked with a smile, "Do you want to listen?"

Bi He once played a tree.

For that skinny black-haired boy, it was the only time he was on stage when he was a student. Even if it was just a tree that many people looked down upon, it made him tremble with nervousness.

At that time, there was no such fashionable word as "social phobia", and what others saw was that Bi He, who was withdrawn to withdrawn, was not even willing to act as a tree.

In order to avoid the literary and art committee member who was still persevering after a year, Xue Qiao lied a little, trying to go home on the day of the welcome party to avoid going on stage on the grounds of family affairs—— Xue Qiao, who didn’t think he was very handsome, wanted to give up. Going off tune for the second time in front of the whole school is very resisting.

But looking at the uneasy Bi He, he smiled and encouraged each other when the two came out of the bookstore one day: "I'll cheer you on in the background, how about it?"

The only friend and crush—the latter was supplemented by Bi He many years later—gave infinite courage, and Bi He finally mustered up the courage to step on the stage in the form of a tree.

In this way, Xue Qiao has no chance to reject the art committee.

Before Bi He took the stage, Xue Qiao, who was still wearing costumes, pulled him to the corridor outside the backstage, asked him to recall his performance just now with a bitter face, and then asked: "So it's not too difficult to play a tree, right? "

In fact, they are not the same, even if Xue Qiao's singing is not so good, there are still many girls in the audience screaming for him, and there are still many people who like him, but Bi He is just a tree that acts as a background, a tree even if it is just Playing a useless person who is terrified of a tree.

But Xue Qiao kept encouraging him, applauded him after the performance, and rewarded him with a dinner, as if he was really that good.

Many years later, at the same place, the only person who encouraged Bi He in his youth sang a song that he had practiced for a long time to sing to him.

He has so many people like him, but he only sings a song for you.

It turns out that Xue Qiao can sing this song very well.

Bi He remembered watching "Old Friends Apartment" before. Xue Qiao accepted the punishment after losing in a game. Between drinking and singing, he chose to drink without hesitation. He said he couldn't sing.

Only now did Bi He know that Xue Qiao could actually sing this song, which might attract more fans than just drinking without a bright spot.

And he didn't, because they hadn't met again yet.