like light

quite satisfied.

"Yeah, I really look like you." Xu Junnuo caught the shuttlecock that fell from the sky, and replied, "Let's go shopping, I haven't smelled corruption for a long time."

There is a large Korean-style boutique in the shopping center, which collects small commodities such as patterned hair accessories, puppets, stationery, etc. that make every girl linger and linger; the design is novel and the styles are diverse, which is beyond the reach of those old antiques in ordinary stores that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. .

Xu Junnuo likes to collect all kinds of beautiful hair clips, while Qiao Yuwei has a special liking for the exquisitely designed and oddly shaped sticky notes and letter paper.

Xia Qinglang put a plush headband with rabbit ears on her head, and said charmingly, "Do you think she is beautiful?"

Song Mingxuan turned around and vomited.

"Oh, I hate it!" Xia Qinglang pointed at Lanhua.

After laughing, Xu Junnuo grabbed a mirror, "Monster, where can you escape?! See if I don't beat you back to your original shape!"

Xia Qinglang struggled cooperatively and pretended to fall to the ground.

Song Mingxuan picked up a letterhead with Mount Tai on the cover, patted Qiao Yuwei, and said seriously, "How about this? Isn't this hairstyle and muscles cool?"

Qiao Yu raised her head and glanced slightly, then smiled and said, "He wears too little, and will be confiscated by the teacher."

After a while, Song Mingxuan picked up another letterhead with Yingmu Huadao flying and dunking on the cover, and asked expectantly, "What about this and this? This movement, this posture, is so handsome!"

Qiao Yu glanced slightly, "I have feelings for its motherland, and I don't like it."

"You are prejudiced and extreme. This is not good, and it is not conducive to world peace. You have to change it, um, you have to change it."

Qiao Yuwei listened to him talking to himself, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

After staying in the boutique for an hour, the girl still seemed unfulfilled, but the boy was already in a state of hypoxia.Qiao Yuwei saw that Song Mingxuan was trying to hide his tiredness, and said to Xu Junnuo who was picking up the highlighter, "I'm hungry, do you want to eat?"

"After what you said, I'm hungry too," Xu Junnuo looked back at the two boys, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry! I've been hungry for a long time, I'm too embarrassed to say it." The boy seemed to have finally seen the dawn after being shrouded in darkness for a long time, and his whole body was refreshed.

When checking out, Song Mingxuan suddenly drew out a few letterheads like magic, put them on the counter, and smiled at the cashier, "There are more."

Qiao Yu looked at him suspiciously.

After scanning the code, Song Mingxuan handed the letterhead to her, with a blind and confident smile on his face, "Here you are."

Qiao Yuwei's eyes flicked over the top cover, and her expression instantly bloomed.In the picture is a dandelion blown away by the wind. Soft light pours down from one corner, making the fluff suspended in the air transparent, and the background is blurred weeds.

"Look at the other two books." Song Mingxuan saw her staring at her with an obsessed expression, and knew that his taste had been affirmed—although this was the result he had predicted, he was elated.

The cover theme of the second letterhead is four-leaf clover, and the third is dewdrops, all of which are scattered with bright sunlight.

The girl is still immersed in the beauty of dreams, but the boy has already stepped out, leaving only a warm and distant back.

On the way to the food street, I passed a clothing store that was being cleared for the changing season.Xu Junnuo inadvertently left a dress in the window, turned her head and acted coquettishly at Qiao Yuwei, "Yuwei, shall we go and have a look inside? Just for a while."

Qiao Yu looked back at Song Mingxuan slightly, and Song Mingxuan smiled, "It's okay, you two go in, don't hang around for too long, or Qinglang and I will elope."

Xu Junnuo smiled, and gave a thumbs up, "Friends enough!" After speaking, he pulled Qiao Yuwei into the store.

Sure enough, gossip news and promotional products can most attract the attention of the masses.The store was packed, and there weren't enough fitting rooms, so the clerk used curtains to improvise one backstage.

Although Xu Junnuo made up his mind to want that pink and purple dress from the beginning, he still tried on two other different styles.

"Yuwei, come and take a look." Xu Junnuo took another one from the stand, and said to Qiao Yuwei who had stepped aside.

Qiao Yu shook her head slightly, "There is nothing suitable for me. I'm too hungry to move, so I just happened to help you get something."

"Well then, I'll settle the fight quickly."

Qiao Yuwei held Xu Junnuo's backpack and waited for her in a quiet corner.When Xu Junnuo tried on the one she had chosen for the last time, Song Mingxuan came in.Qiao Yuwei thought that he was getting impatient, and just about to speak, she didn't want the other party to ask, "Why don't you choose one to try?"

Qiao Yu froze for a moment, sighed softly, and looked down at the ground, "It won't be in my size."

Song Mingxuan was regretting that he had said the wrong thing again, and was thinking about how to redeem it. Qiao Yuwei continued, "My clothes are all custom-made for me by my mother, so that I won't encounter this kind of embarrassment. If it weren't for Jun Nuo, I would She won't come in. She is my second friend in Huai'en." Qiao Yuwei suddenly raised her head and looked at Song Mingxuan with a smile in her eyes, "You are my first friend."

Song Mingxuan was a little inexplicably sad, but he clasped his fists and replied, "It's an honor!"

That night, when Xu Junnuo returned to her small room and put on the dress again with joy, she suddenly realized what Qiao Yuwei meant when she said "there is nothing suitable for me", and slapped her forehead, "Why am I so stupid! Unexpected!" She picked up the phone and wanted to call Qiao Yuwei to apologize, but suddenly felt that this would only embarrass her again.Forget it, the future is long, let's make it up slowly, Xu Junnuo thought.

☆ Seaweed-flavored barley roast

Wynn is one of the first middle schools in the city to implement multimedia teaching.The biggest benefit is that Chinese classes can often watch some movies adapted from works that appear in the textbooks.If the monthly test results can stand out in the grade, the teacher will also have an additional movie viewing reward.

In the last class on the morning of the first Friday in November, the biology teacher asked everyone if they wanted to watch an anatomy video.In fact, this video does not help the course study. Maybe Liu Kun just wants the students to understand the internal structure of the human body.But after all, it was a bit bloody. Considering the tolerance of some students, he needed to ask the public for their opinions.

All male students raised their hands in agreement.They don't care what the video is about. What they want is just two hours of leisure without attending lectures.

Qiao Yuwei rewrote the blood-stained physics month exam paper last night, dated Joule Ohm Newton and other male gods until the early morning, and fell asleep with the dog for an hour.Song Mingxuan secretly got up in the middle of the night and hid under the covers, watching the replay of the game between the Rockets and the Lakers with an MP4.Both Yao and Mai were injured and absent, and the winged Rockets narrowly lost to the Lakers by one point at home.The roosters began to crow in overtime.

At this time, the curtains were closed and the lights dimmed. It was a chance for them to catch up on sleep.

……

"Yuwei, wake up! Wake up! School is over!"

In the violent shaking, Qiao Yu opened her eyes dimly, raised her head, and Xu Junnuo's cute little round face gradually became clear.Xia Qinglang was rubbing the rabbit ear ballpoint pen in Song Mingxuan's ear.

"Did you two catch mice last night?!" Xu Junnuo exclaimed.

Qiao Yuwei was still a little confused, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and gave Xu Junnuo a silly smile twice.

"Are you watching the game too?" Song Mingxuan looked at Qiao Yuwei sleepily.

"What game?" Qiao Yu looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Song Mingxuan pulled out the magnetic card from the Oxford dictionary, stood up crookedly, "Let's go eat."

Facing the dinner plate, Xu Junnuo has no appetite at all, and his mind is full of images of the knife cutting the flesh.

"How do you think they can do it? They are of the same kind!" Xu Junnuo poked the food with his chopsticks in dismay.

"Dear little princess Junnuo, you have to look at this matter with an objective, rational, and scientific attitude. Without their cruelty, there would be no progress in medicine, and the detection of criminal cases. To some extent, they are the victims. Those, or rather, victims." After Xia Qinglang finished speaking, he stuffed a big mouthful of rice.

"Why do you still have such an appetite, don't you feel sick?" Xu Junnuo looked at him in disbelief.

"I have a strong heart. Eat it quickly, don't waste it, and be careful that the Chinese teacher asks you to copy "Hoe Wo" three hundred times."

"Then you can help me with it, thank you." Xu Yunnuo said as he pushed the dinner plate over.

"You really don't want to eat?" Xia Qinglang stared at her with wide eyes.

"Ah."

"Don't you eat a bite?"

"Ah."

Seeing that she was determined to go on a hunger strike, Xia Qinglang was not polite, and happily accepted Xu Junnuo's gift, "Don't come to me if you're hungry in the afternoon."

After dinner, Qiao Yuwei and Xu Junnuo went to the bookstore.In addition to "Star Weekly", Xu Junnuo also followed "Huahuo" and "Fengkuang Reading".In her words, "I am destined to be unable to keep up with the pace of the times on the road of science. If I read more extracurricular books, I may be able to achieve some achievements in literature."

Physics and mathematics are Qiao Yuwei's domain of death, but if she hears chickens dance and wears stars and wears moons, she can still build a wooden boat to cross it.For Xu Junnuo, except for Chinese, which has more human words than heavenly scriptures, every subject is a realm of death, and there is no way to escape.

Qiao Yuwei accidentally found a copy of "Nalan Ci" in the gap between a row of youth campus novels.Out of curiosity, I took it out and looked it up.

People always have a regret, a pity, and an indescribable yearning for the magnificent man who died young.Whether they left by accident, by illness, or by suicide.Haizi, Gu Cheng, Xu Zhimo, every mention of a name will touch the purest place in a large group of people's hearts.And Nalan Rongruo is the sadness that countless people can't erase.

"'Can Xue Ninghui cold painting screen, falling plums have heard the flute for the third time.'" Xu Junnuo leaned over and read. "Such a literary style is a bit out of place in this pile of romance novels."

"Yes. It's a pity that I can't appreciate such elegant words." Qiao Yuwei said and was about to put it back in its place.

"Don't worry, although we are not elegant people, it's okay to be arty. Buy it back and pretend to be a facade." Xu Junnuo took the book and hugged it in his arms.

Qiao Yu smiled slightly, "Then I'll buy it, maybe I can get a second look at it, and if you take it back, it's really just a facade."

"It's disgusting to tell the truth. I bought it for you."

Back in the classroom, Xu Junnuo found a large bag of Mai Shao on the desk, which was her favorite seaweed flavor.She looked at her deskmate, "Who gave this to me?"

Qi Keke glanced at her, and said sourly, "Who else could it be, your little follower."

Xu Junnuo couldn't help looking at Xia Qinglang across the aisle. He was taking a nap with his arms on his pillow, his eyelashes softly covered. "The sleeping face is quite quiet," Xu Junnuo chuckled.She opened the drawer carefully, put the wheat burner in, and closed it gently, for fear of disturbing anything.

☆、Tangyifang

On the weekend off that month, Qiao Yuwei received a text message from Song Mingxuan, "See you at the shopping plaza at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Qiao Yuwei was puzzled, but she didn't ask any further questions, and only replied with one word, "Okay." Because no matter what the reason was, she would always go to the appointment on time, even in a storm.

The weather was surprisingly nice that day.The autumn wind blows away the clouds, leaving only a blue sky.

As soon as they met, Song Mingxuan slightly raised his head at Qiao Yu, "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

The two got on the No. 30 bus.

"where to?"

"You'll know when we get there," Song Mingxuan said with a mysterious smile.

Qiao Yuwei is not familiar with Qingcheng.No matter at school or at home, there are never-ending homework, plus few playmates, no reason to go out and wander, Qiao Yuwei is like a bird living in a cage, isolated from the world.So as soon as the bus left the busiest street in the city, everything before her eyes became strange.

"Get out of the car." Qiao Yuwei was staring at the tall parasol tree outside the window in a daze, and Song Mingxuan patted her.

Withered leaves fell all over the ground, Qiao Yuwei picked up a sycamore leaf, played with it casually, and followed Song Mingxuan.She is still not used to being side by side with him, maybe because it will block the way of others, and the deeper reason, maybe she hasn't noticed it herself - because of the seemingly deep-rooted inferiority complex in her heart.

"Okay, here we are."

Qiao Yu raised her head slightly, and the words "Tangyifang" fluttered and were engraved on the wooden retro plaque.

"go in."

The proprietress is a woman in her 30s, well-proportioned, with a simple hairstyle, a copper hairpin, painted willow-leaf eyebrows, warm tea-colored lipstick, and a long cotton and linen dress. She is comfortable and elegant.

The moment she saw Qiao Yuwei, she walked over enthusiastically, smiling all over her face, as if welcoming a distinguished guest.Compared with those indifferent shop assistants in the past, Qiao Yu felt warm in her heart.

It turned out that this is a plus-size women's clothing store.

"Girl, just look at whatever you need, just pick the style, and I'll help you get the right size."

Qiao Yu looked at her suspiciously, "Do you know my size?"

"The customers have seen a lot, so they can roughly judge it," the proprietress smiled, "and I was about the same size as you when I was young."

Qiao Yuwei looked her up and down again, feeling unbelievable, and wanted to ask how she lost weight, but felt a little rude, after all, she was just a stranger.

The proprietress seemed to see her thoughts, and said generously, "It depends on surgery and medicine to become what I am now." She paused, her expression became gloomy, and then said, "I can't bear the pain of losing weight, so I left Shortcuts, but also paid a corresponding price."

Qiao Yu was a little dazed.Song Mingxuan saw her in a daze again, and patted her on the head, "Okay, I'll help you implement the plan to lose weight and get admitted to Tsinghua University in the future, and now you can experience the fun of shopping first."

Song Mingxuan didn't know what an important decision Qiao Yuwei made that day because of his careless words just now.

The storefront is very simple. The counter is placed inside, side by side with the fitting room. There are various kinds of chewing gum scattered on it, and there are several bottles of spray. There is an ashtray beside it, but it is spotless and empty.

Qiao Yuwei took a fancy to a sweater with a snowman pattern on the chest.Sure enough, the proprietress didn't lie, she tried on the size she gave, and it was just right.Qiao Yuwei's inner joy at that moment was beyond the comprehension of a normal-sized person.The mood is like that of a terminally ill patient who has been sentenced to death and is told that he was misdiagnosed during the reexamination.

Later, Qiao Yuwei found out that the proprietress' surname was Tang, and after getting acquainted with each other, she called her Sister Tang.

"How did you find this store?" Qiao Yuwei asked on the way back.

"My friend is around here. I happened to pass by when I was looking for him to play." Song Mingxuan looked careless.

Of course he wouldn't tell her how many streets he walked through, how many clothing stores he entered, and finally found this place after stopping two strange fat beauties full of shopping bags, only because of Qiao Yuwei's words "I don't have my size" Make him feel bad for no reason.

Qiao Yuwei is very happy, next time she will bring Jun Nuo to accompany me to buy clothes, she thought.

☆、New Year's card

On Monday again, the new issue of "Basketball Pioneer" began to be circulated throughout the classroom, and it was already wrinkled like poplar bark in the back row.

Song Mingxuan likes Stone Buddha Duncan.Qiao Yu doesn't watch football games, she only knows Peter Pan and Shark as NBA stars.When Song Mingxuan turned to the poster page of the Lakers group photo and suddenly asked her if she had any favorite players, Qiao Yuwei was unwilling to spit out Kobe out of an inexplicable psychology, but chose O'Neal.Just like every time someone asks her which song Faye Wong likes the most, Qiao Yuwei never mentions "Red Bean" or "Human World", but "Passenger" or "Postman", which are not so well-known and widely sung. Shows how different she is.And Qiao Yuwei can remember the name O'Neal and his face only because of his oily complexion and strong body, which has nothing to do with basketball.In order to prevent Song Mingxuan from asking her some in-depth questions someday, Qiao Yuwei immediately turned on the computer and read almost the entire life of O'Neill when he got home that night.Only then did I know that he also played for the Lakers, and Kobe and Kobe were both teammates and mortal enemies because one mountain cannot be the same as two tigers.

Every year around New Year’s Day, the school holds two grand events—the Art Festival and the Garden Tour;Both take place in the evening and are an annual event at Wynne Secondary School.It's just that the senior high school students whose lives are hanging by a thread are destined to be isolated from this singing and dancing.So this was their last group carnival, and for Song Mingxuan, it was also the first time.

"Grateful Heart" is a repertoire of the annual art festival, just like "Unforgettable Tonight" in the Spring Festival Gala. The performance class is drawn by the head teacher.

After the inter-class exercises that day, Zhang Ke staggered into the classroom and stood on the podium. He knocked on the podium as usual and cleared his throat. Is there a quota for group performances?" After speaking, he looked at the audience pretending to be mysterious, and the triumphant smile that he tried hard to suppress still overflowed his brows and eyes.

The classmates looked up at him blankly, but no one responded. Zhang Ke's expression froze there, and a cold wind passed through the hall.In the end, the reasonable squad leader answered the words, pretending to be surprised, "Teacher, you can't be the one who got it, right?"

"That's right! It's me!" After Zhang Ke finished speaking, he looked expectantly at the audience, like an elementary school student who had done a good deed after learning from Lei Feng and was waiting for the teacher to award him a big red flower.

"Teacher, you are amazing!" Driven by Guo Da, the whole class lazily applauded.

Zhang Ke is very happy, "Well, the class monitor will help Chai Tingting to count the height and weight of the students, and rent uniforms at that time. By the way, I have to learn the sign language of this song. I will add an extra music class from this week. You and Mr. Wang Study well."

Self-study courses.The students in the front row passed over the height and weight chart, with a bunch of crooked numbers on it.After Song Mingxuan finished writing, he handed it to Qiao Yuwei.Just as Qiao Yuwei was about to write, she felt a shadow coming from the side, and when she turned her head, sure enough, Song Mingxuan was squinting and peeking at the long, deer-like neck. Qiao Yuwei quickly covered it with her arm, and glared at him fiercely.

"Hehe, why don't you let me see it? I'll know how much you weigh if you curl up your braids. Don't lie about the military situation, you won't be able to wear it when you are young." Song Mingxuan turned his head away laughing.

In order to cater to the consumer market for the coming Christmas and New Year, the school post office has added a batch of greeting cards with various patterns and styles.Every ten minutes after class, there is a crowd of people there, full of ignorant girls who are chattering and haha.

"Hey, Yuwei, do you think I should give one to Xia Qinglang?"

Qiao Yuwei looked up from a pile of snow-themed greeting cards, and smiled, "You can give it away if you want." Seeing Xu Junnuo's tangled face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that he and my classmates will misunderstand."

"Oh, our Junnuo has grown up, and he's thinking carefully." Qiao Yu patted Xu Junnuo's head slightly, and smiled lightly.

"Are you making fun of me?! See how I deal with you." Xu Junnuo threw down the greeting cards in his hands, and stretched his claws towards Qiao Yuwei's armpit.

Maybe Qiao Yuwei didn't even realize that since meeting these partners, her personality is subtly changing, becoming brighter and warmer, getting closer and closer to the texture of sunshine.

The two bumped into a passer-by during their playfulness, and stopped after being stared at for a while, and continued to choose.

"If you're afraid that people will gossip, it's fine to give a few more, for example, give another one to Song Mingxuan." Seeing that Xu Junnuo was still hesitant, Qiao Yuwei said seriously.

Xu Junnuo nodded, "Yes, that's a good idea. Then do you want to send him off? You two are at the same table."

"Forget it, sitting together every day will be awkward." Qiao Yuwei avoided Xu Junnuo's interested eyes.

Xu Junnuo deliberately teased her, "So I can't see him off, it's awkward for us to eat together every day."

Qiao Yu gave her a silly smile, "Let's talk about it, choose a few more first, and all the beautiful ones will be picked away in a while."

☆、Egg Fried Rice

The day of collective carnival is approaching.In fact, people don't have much enthusiasm for the art festival. It is a small stage for a few talented people who can sing and dance, and most people are just bored spectators.The garden tour truly realizes the participation of the whole people.

On the night of the event, the school was full of brilliance and lights.The activity area is roughly divided into three parts: the teaching building, the canteen, and the gymnasium.

The teachers in charge of each class carefully arrange each classroom into various themed cultural halls according to their specialties, such as the Chinese hall, the history hall, the English hall, the geography hall, and the chemistry hall... There are countless lines of red paper and black letters hanging in the air in each hall related to their subject subjects Knowledge quiz questions, take off the question strips and go to the answer area to answer the questions correctly to receive prizes.

It doesn’t matter if you are not familiar with various subjects, the cafeteria also has common knowledge questions about life; of course, in addition to answering the questions, the cafeteria also has its own local characteristic games-cooking and knife skills competition.

The gymnasium provides opportunities for students and teachers to compete head-on, but limited by the venue, only badminton matches are available.Although the scene couldn't be compared with Lin Li's battle, it was also extremely intense.

Winning happily went to get an Alpine or others, and losing it was just for fun; at that time, you will really realize that Wynn is a big group, and you will truly feel that you are a part of Wynn And feel happy.

Due to the huge space available in the teaching building, there are many interesting projects besides quizzes.

None of the four of them were interested in answering the questions, so they played all the interesting items.

Xia Qinglang won three games in a row in the arm wrestling competition, and the prize was a bendable panda ballpoint pen.Xu Junnuo snatched it with a dragon claw, "You have to thank me for sharing half of every meal with you, which has made you today's 'powerful mountain and unrivaled spirit'. Raising soldiers for thousands of days, using them for a while, this pen It's my reward."

"It's just a female bandit!" Xia Qinglang said bitterly, but the subtext in her heart was "It was originally for you".

Song Mingxuan's dart that hit a red heart won the applause of the audience.

Qiao Yuwei looked at him in disbelief, "How old were you when you started practicing?"

"Cut, you're born with it. Don't worship brother." Song Mingxuan added with a smug expression, "Actually, according to the scoring rules, the highest division is not the red heart, but the triple zone of the inner circle corresponding to the [-] divisions directly above. Just now, someone hit a shot by mistake, but the audience didn't understand, and they didn't applaud, so I guess that kid didn't understand either."

"Are you attacking our ignorance?"

"It's not crusade, it's catering. In order to cater to your ignorance, I only aim at the red heart."

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes at him, then changed his mind and said, "Why didn't the referee teacher popularize the rules first?"

"It's just for fun. It's boring if you're serious. Besides, the turnover of people is too high. If you can't come in, he can spread the word. It's also possible." Song Mingxuan suddenly leaned into Qiao Yuwei's ear and lowered his voice, "He I don't know the rules either."

Qiao Yu smiled, "Don't question the teacher's authority."

Song Mingxuan was rewarded with a super large colorful lollipop, which he handed to Qiao Yuwei.

Qiao Yuwei and Xu Junnuo participated in the balloon blowing project.Within 2 minutes, blow up three balloons to claim the prize.

"Help me hold it." Xu Junnuo threw the ballpoint pen to Xia Qinglang.

As soon as the whistle sounded, all the participants turned into goldfish gills, and the balloons rapidly inflated one by one.However, it is easy to blow the drums, but it takes a lot of effort to blow them up.

Seeing that Xu Junnuo's face was flushed and blue veins were popping out, half of the time had passed, but the first balloon didn't even show any signs of turning white, Xia Qinglang suddenly made a plan.He tucked the panda ballpoint pen into his sleeve, only the tip of the pen was exposed, and then calmly helped Xu Junnuo's balloon, "Boom", it exploded!

The perceptive Song Mingxuan understood everything, and pointed at Xia Qinglang at Qiao Yuwei, meaning, "Poke her too." Xia Qinglang frowned, and shook her head lightly, meaning, "No, if it's self-defeating, if you find out, both of you will have to deal with it." Game over."

In the end Xu Junnuo successfully completed the task.

"You're amazing!" Qiao Yu said in admiration after coming down from the battlefield.

"It's that pen that's amazing," Xu Junnuo said guiltily, and turned to look at Xia Qinglang, "You're so exciting, this is for you." He said and threw the Yuanhong keychain as the prize.

"Who let us just have cheating equipment? It's God's will." Xia Qinglang played with the model of Ge Nie's saber, shaking it in front of her eyes, "I like this, is it a token of love?"

Xu Junnuo was angry, "Give it back to me!"

"Hey, no! What can you do?"

Xu Junnuo went to grab it, Xia Qinglang turned around and ran out, Xu Junnuo followed closely behind.A desperate chase began without warning.

"Two enemies." Qiao Yu looked slightly at the end of the corridor where everything was hidden, and said with a light smile.

"Children. Leave them alone, where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the stadium to watch the game."

"it is good."

Entering the gymnasium, the two were dumbfounded. The entire periphery of the competition field was congested, only to hear bursts of applause erupting from the inside out.The auditorium above was empty.The people gave up the spacious and comfortable seats in order to watch the game at a close distance, which shows their enthusiasm for sports.

"It seems we are late," Song Mingxuan said helplessly, "Do you want to squeeze in?"

"Do you think I can squeeze in?"

"The soul can, but the body probably can't."

The two retreated resentfully, when Xu Junnuo called, "Yuwei, come here quickly! We're in the No. [-] cafeteria, there's food here!"

When Qiao Yuwei and Song Mingxuan arrived, there was a potato shred knife competition.

"Did they go home without doing their homework and go into the kitchen to cut vegetables?" Song Mingxuan looked at all kinds of proficient knife skills and asked with a smile, "If cutting hands is considered a work-related injury?"

"Crow's Mouth!" Xu Junnuo pointed to the stadium next door, "There will be an egg fried rice competition over there, is there anyone who will?"

"This is my strong point! Wait a minute, I'll show you off later."

Song Mingxuan's egg fried rice is very delicate, oily and moist, bright in color, and regardless of the taste, at least it looks appetizing.

Auntie Dafan, who was the judge, praised repeatedly, "Well, it's not bad, it's very good, and the color and fragrance are excellent."

The corners of Song Mingxuan's mouth almost went up to the sky.

After the appraisal, Xia Qinglang brought a spoon over, and the four of them began to feast on it.

"This taste is really at the level of a master. I have decided that I will look at you from a human point of view in the future." Xia Qinglang took a mouthful and handed the spoon to Xu Junnuo.

"Then how did you look at me before?"

"Pig. Do I need to ask?"

Song Mingxuan rushed over and grabbed his neck.

"How did you learn it?" Qiao Yuwei looked at him adoringly.

"My grandma taught me. My parents are often not at home, and my grandma deliberately taught me this when they left Suiyuan."

Song Mingxuan's words were very brief, but Qiao Yuwei read a long story from his passing sadness.A story of deep love between grandparents and grandchildren, a story of an old man being forgotten by the times, and a story of conflict between the countryside and the city.

Whether it is cold winter or midsummer, the parks in Qingcheng are full of old people with gray hair and wrinkled faces. They watch chess around the stone table, play Tai Chi in a narrow open space, or just sit on the long bench. chair.Qiao Yuwei didn't know whether they were willing to stay in this eccentric city, but only vaguely felt that they were unhappy.They are always unable to cross the zebra crossing within the stipulated 30 seconds; they always stand at the bottom of the ladder-like overpass looking at the ocean; they are always avoided by passers-by in a hurry... The park has become their only activity area.Qiao Yuwei is always thinking, how do the elderly spend their time in those neighborhoods and streets without parks?

Housing prices are rising like sesame seeds, but high-rise buildings are springing up like mushrooms after rain. Cities are like deserts. The few oases are gradually shrinking under the pressure of GDP, and human beings are doomed to be displaced in their later years.

"Actually, there is a secret," Song Mingxuan suddenly changed the subject, "Listen up, this is an exclusive secret recipe, and I won't tell ordinary people. Two very important points, one is that you must put the oil aside when it is hot The scallion is white, so that the aroma can be refined, and the scallion leaves should be put out of the pan, otherwise it will affect the color; second, carrots must be put in, even if you don’t eat it, so that it can look good. This is a society that looks at appearances, and it is the same in the food industry. "

Qiao Yuwei's heart was touched when she heard "a society that looks at faces".

"I'll just quietly watch you bragging." Xia Qinglang teased.

"You, don't eat it!" Song Mingxuan said, pretending to snatch the dishes from his hand.

Xia Qinglang immediately changed her flattering face, "Who made egg fried rice? The egg and rice are connected, but the rice and rice are separated. This is simply the highest state of cooking."

……

☆, snowball fight

New Year's Day school has a day off.

On the first school day of the new year, Qiao Yuwei arrived early.The first thing Xu Junnuo rushed into the classroom was not to put down her big schoolbag, which was half her height, but to run over excitedly and say to Qiao Yuwei, "Happy new year!" Before Qiao Yuwei could react, she turned and ran to her seat .A woman like the wind.

After Qiao Yu was stunned for two seconds, facing her lively figure, she softly replied, "happynewyear."

Song Mingxuan opened the drawer, and a plain white greeting card lay neatly in the center of his drawer.There is only a vast expanse of snow and a few rays of bright sunlight on the screen.He opened the card, there was no writing on it, only a simple sun was outlined with a golden paintbrush—a circle with a few tentacles extending around it; the only special thing was that the author added a smiley face to the circle, and pear nests at the corners of his mouth ; There are several numbers in the lower corner, 2010.1.1.

"Why is there no signature? This painting talent is really not very good." Song Mingxuan said to himself, then turned to ask Qiao Yuwei, "Did you see who gave it to me?"

Qiao Yu raised her head slightly, glanced at the plain white in his hand, and said with a smile, "A fairy, who floated down from the sky, put it down and left."

Song Mingxuan stretched out his hand to support her forehead, then withdrew it and put it on his forehead, wondering, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Qiao Yuwei was startled by that action, stared at him with wide eyes, and then grabbed a pen and scribbled on the English textbook in a second.Now she really has a fever, at least from the look of her face.

Fortunately, Song Mingxuan no longer entangled in the origin of the greeting card, took out the exercise book and started to work on the questions.Qiao Yu took a sneak peek at his side face, and secretly took a deep breath.

Like most boys, Song Mingxuan will be proud of being liked, and he will feel happy when he receives attention from little girls.But unlike most boys, he will not show off this little favor, nor will he distract too much attention from uncertain thoughts, he prefers to keep the beauty of things themselves, completely free from Outsiders bother.So, except for Qiao Yuwei, no one knew that he had received an anonymous gift.