Embrace the fragrance

☆、Chapter 7 wings

When Qin Ming saw Fang Wenrui on Monday, his face was still a little red, under the morning light, it was puffy, as if he had applied light rouge.Qin Ming swallowed, resisted the urge to kiss him again, and read aloud to his English textbook: "...Laterinthenext——"

Fang Wenrui gently reminded: "century."

"century, people from England made—"

"voyages."

Qin Ming read another preposition, but got stuck again: "voyagesto—"

"conquer."

As soon as Qin Ming made a sound, he was interrupted by Fang Wenrui in a low voice: "Qin Ming, read the word list first, um, if there are any phonetic symbols you don't understand, I... I will teach you."

"okay!"

In the end, Fang Wenrui led the reading softly, and Qin Ming followed up loudly like a repeater.

Han Zhi turned around and looked at his two best back desks with a gloomy expression, "Can't you keep a low profile in your morning classes?"

"Have you seen what Wang Han said?"

Han Zhi: "..." Reasoning with Qin Ming is like playing the piano with a cow.

Wang Han is Han Zhi's deskmate. Wang Han, who had been silent all this time, twitched his mouth unnaturally when he heard Qin Ming's words. He pretended to be deaf and dumb in class, but since last month, his voice was like a loudspeaker, extremely noisy.

Fang Wenrui: "Qin Ming, you can read it lighter."

Qin Ming looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Fang Wenrui touched Xiu Ting's nose subconsciously, "I'm fine, already, much better. You read so loudly, it's not good for your voice, and it's not a solution to have a golden voice all day long."

Qin Ming didn't know what to say after hearing this, so he said casually, "...I've already finished eating."

Fang Wenrui said dully, "Then...then I'll buy it for you."

Qin Ming: "..."

In Chinese class, Liu Yunfang brought an explosive bad news: there will be another quiz next week.

"It's not been a month yet, why is there a monthly exam again?" Qin Ming absently turned his pen, expressing his deep dissatisfaction with the school's lack of sense of time.

Fang Wenrui pinched his fingers and calculated the time, "It's only two or three days away."

"A difference of two or three days is not enough. In the science exam, the answer is wrong by 0.01."

Fang Wenrui made sense after thinking about it, but he still persuaded: "There is still plenty of time, you still have time, well, you have time to write an essay before the exam."

"..." Qin Ming thought for a while, and decided not to tell Fang Wenrui that the essay was still in the car basket.

When he returned to the small apartment that night, he couldn't help the torture of his conscience, and slowly took out the composition paper that was packed with the copybook from the basket.He took a few minutes to wash up, changed into pajamas, and sat halfway against the head of the bed. After sitting upright, he picked up the heavy composition paperwork.He was seventeen or eighteen years old, just the age of sleepiness. After three nights of self-study, he felt drowsy. At this time, he dozed off while flipping through the book, and fell asleep with his writing paper on his pillow after turning a few pages.

In the dream of being young and gentle, there is no girl's flowery smile, but a face with more delicate features than a girl's.The inconspicuous tear mole under the corner of the man's left eye, like the most vivid rendering in wanton splashes of ink, was lightly placed on the tip of his heart.

Qin Ming woke up the next day with a stiff neck without any suspense.

He moves his neck from time to time, and listens to lectures by the way.

Liu Yunfang saw his little tricks and coughed heavily: "Qin Ming, it's not time for exercises between classes!"

Qin Ming whistled nonchalantly, "Teacher, go ahead, don't waste everyone's time! If you don't lecture anymore, you will really have to do exercises later!"

After class, Fang Wenrui asked hesitantly what was wrong with his neck.

Without hesitation, Qin Ming said concisely, "It's sour."

Fang Wenrui blinked his big eyes, "Do you want me to press it for you?"

How is it possible not to?

"Guess, why do I have a stiff neck?" Qin Ming looked sideways at Fang Wenrui, the boy lowered his head, his bangs were scattered to his forehead, and the strength in his hands was firm and soft.

"I...I don't know." Fang Wenrui dodged his eyes.

"I had a good dream yesterday. I slept so soundly that I didn't realize how weird my sleeping position was." Qin Ming's hot breath swept over Fang Wenrui's side face, and he said with a smile, "Guess again." , What did I dream about? Don’t say you don’t know.”

Fang Wenrui's face was already flushed, and he buried his head even lower. A few hair tips limply poked at the back of Qin Ming's head, and his voice was as soft as his hair, "What did you dream about?"

"..." Qin Ming pinched his waist maliciously, "I dreamed of you! I'm sorry to say, huh? Could it be that I really can't guess it?"

Fang Wenrui hurriedly covered his mouth, but there were still some shy sex sounds leaking out.

"I recorded it."

Fang Wenrui: "?"

"It's recorded in my heart, and I can replay it at any time."

Fang Wenrui blushed, and wanted to pinch him hard in return, but in the end he was not willing to use his strength, and pinched the back of Qin Ming's neck moderately.The class bell rang at the right time, and he took advantage of the opportunity to remind: "This class, concentrate on listening."

Qin Ming made an OK gesture, "Noproblem!"

Qin Ming really listened carefully to this English class.Whether it is elementary school or high school, driving a train is a common way of speaking in English classrooms.

When it was Qin Ming's turn to answer, he not only knew which question was being discussed, but also clearly explained the corresponding test points.After class, Qin Ming pestered Fang Wenrui with a playful smile and continued to massage his spine.

Fang Wenrui was confused by him, and put his hand on Qin Ming's neck with a blushing face, "Is it here?"

"Down a little more... a little more! A little lower!"

Fang Wenrui's hands had already slipped onto the shoulder blades on both sides of Qin Ming. No matter how serious the stiff neck was, it was impossible to involve the muscles here. He pushed Qin Ming from behind: "Don't make trouble!"

Qin Ming exclaimed "Ouch, Ouch" vividly.

His movement was too loud, and Fang Wenrui was so ashamed that he wanted to get under the desk when he cast two contemptuous looks from the front desk.

"Have you touched it?" Qin Ming slightly bent his eyes, "Shoulder blades."

He dragged his speech very slowly, melodiously like the creaking and creaking sound of a boat in a water town, "It's the traces of wings." As he predicted, as soon as he finished speaking, the drooping head of the person beside him suddenly looked up. When he got up, his slightly widened eyes collided with his dark eyes, just like the summer when the cicadas were singing, the boy in a clean white T-shirt and beige slacks walked awkwardly towards him who was sitting alone, silently. Breaking into his world without a sound, suddenly but not abruptly, many lines were changed unintentionally, leaving beautiful traces like wings disappeared in the days to come.

Before the quiz, Qin Ming worked hard to write two argumentative papers.

Fang Wenrui read each composition three times before writing comments in the blank space next to it.He watched a certain paragraph for a long time, and Qin Ming followed his line of sight, and it was the penultimate paragraph that he didn't spend much brain cells on.

"You..." Fang Wenrui considered his words: "This paragraph is purely for word count, right?"

Qin Ming: "..."

Fang Wenrui pointed lightly with his hand, "Qiao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty once said: 'There are also ways to make Yuefu: phoenix head, pig belly, leopard tail, six characters are also." The beginning and the ending are powerful, like the tail of a leopard. You are in the penultimate paragraph... long comparisons and reflections will weaken the strength of the last paragraph..."

Perhaps it was Fang Wenrui's patience, perhaps it was Qin Ming's hard work, and perhaps it was the result of the joint efforts of the two of them. In the second monthly exam, Qin Ming's Chinese scores improved by leaps and bounds, and his total score advanced into the top ten in the class, ranking eighth.

Fang Wenrui was more excited than Qin Ming himself. He took Qin Ming's Chinese test paper, looked at the score, and then added extra points. After confirming that it was correct, he said happily: "You... your score this time is much higher than last time. More than a hundred."

Qin Ming coughed to cover it up, and said indifferently: "It's okay." In fact, the little tail in his heart was already up to the sky.

When Fang Wenrui's test paper came out, he saw the sky-high score, and his whole body withered again. The score of nearly [-] was higher than his English, although his English was not very good...

Fang Wenrui noticed Qin Ming's emotional changes, and comforted him: "I... I usually accumulate this score slowly and slowly to get this score. It's just a few days for you to pass this test, it's very impressive."

He carefully browsed Qin Ming's test paper, and analyzed objectively: "You have made too many mistakes in the multiple-choice questions. I will give you [-] points for the multiple-choice questions alone."

Fang Wenrui didn't mean to show off at all when he said this, but Qin Ming listened, it was really not in the mood.

"Pronunciation and fonts rely on accumulation, and wrong sentences need to be practiced a lot."

Qin Ming stroked his forehead, and said kindly: "Okay, I will go to the bookstore this weekend and buy some special training books."

Fang Wenrui shook his head: "Don't waste money, you can look through the dictionary more for phonetics and font shapes, as for the sick sentences..." After a pause, he asked hesitantly: "You...do you still have your previous composition? From the first to the second year of high school, Or earlier, in junior high school, um..."

"Why are you asking this?"

"The wrong sentence this time, the sentence in option C is... selected from your composition in the last monthly exam." Fang Wenrui looked at Qin Ming's answer sheet again, "The following ones that are not wrong in language are, um, you choose I got a C...but the correct answer is A."

Qin Ming was both surprised and annoyed: "!" What surprised the teachers in the language group was that his composition was still fresh in their memory, and even extracted sentences from it as the material for the question, and what was annoyed was that his composition could be used as a wrong sentence to modify question bank.

Fang Wenrui looked at Qin Ming's unpredictable expression and tried his best to hold back a smile.

Qin Ming said angrily, "Laugh if you want!"

Fang Wenrui was not polite to him: "Hahaha!"

Qin Ming: "..."

In Qin Ming's memory, he had never seen Fang Wenrui laughing loudly. It turned out that when he really laughed, besides showing two rows of neat teeth, there were also inconspicuous dimples at the corners of his mouth, shallow but full of Too much sweet sunshine.

"I... I almost laughed out loud during my exam." Fang Wenrui patted his chest and said, "I'm still worried. After you find out, you will be in a bad mood and affect your performance..."

The expression on his face was far from worried.

Qin Ming gritted his teeth with some vigor: "...Fang Wenrui, why didn't I realize that you are also rotten before, huh?"

Fang Wenrui was afraid that Qin Ming would really get angry, so he quickly admitted his mistake: "I don't laugh anymore, really... I really don't laugh anymore!"

Seeing him like this, Qin Ming lost his temper completely, and pampered his blushing little face to give up.

The author has something to say: the Chinese textbooks used in high school are from the Jiangsu Education Edition, and the ancient poems in the front are all from the Jiangsu Education Edition textbooks. As for the English in this chapter, it is from the People’s Education Edition.I would say that in order to write this chapter, I even turned over my high school textbook!It turned out that I had lent my cousin English, the compulsory first course, so I went to the official website of People’s Education Publishing House and checked out the electronic textbook.

Please listen to the statement that the material of the questioner’s wrong sentences comes from the candidate’s composition—I don’t know how the college entrance examination is now, but I have corrected mistakes in English during the college entrance examination.Lao Ding, a high school English teacher, told us that those teachers who corrected mistakes all extracted materials from our compositions, such as the inconsistent subject and verb, the wrong third person singular, the wrong possessive case of nouns, and the wrong tense. What is wrong with direct speech and indirect speech, what is wrong with the leading words of adverbial clauses and attributive clauses, what is wrong with turning point, because and so appear at the same time, or though/although and but appear at the same time, or you need to use however, use therefore... The material simply cannot be more! ! !

Finally, I strongly recommend "Students of the Same Grade" to friends who can watch anime, it's so good! 60 minutes, I still can't get enough of it after watching it, every time I think it's over and I'm going to share it, but it turns out...it's actually Dabo Dabo's dog food, kiss if you don't agree!Some people don't like the painting style inside, but I quite like it, it's very artistic and unique, simple and fresh.I really like the scene where Xiao Gong’s small universe explodes. I kissed Xiao Shou for the first time, beside the fountain. It’s super beautiful, so it’s selfish. This scene is used in the next chapters. Qin Ming and Fang Wenrui communicate with each other by the fountain .The saying in this chapter that the shoulder blades are the traces of wings also comes from "Students of the Same Grade". Xiao Gong touched Xiao Shou's back and said, "The shoulder blades are the traces of wings." Xiao Shou: "I don't know." Xiao Shou Gong: "It's written in the novel." Xiao Shou panted a little later, and Xiao Gong's words were recorded in his heart.