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Li Zihao didn't strictly follow Dr. Xiang's doctor's orders, but just applied medicated oil and drank a tablet before going to bed. From some point of view, he didn't take good care of himself. His stomach trouble is a good example. .

Although the small episode at the end of this outing made the whole itinerary look less than perfect, it did not affect Li Zihao's mood at all, on the contrary he felt very at ease and at ease.

Lying in the dark, he recalled Xiang Zheng's bright eyes, smiled and shook his head, the fate between people is really wonderful sometimes, think about how they pinched each other when they first met, Xiang Zheng not only found fault everywhere Er also threatened him with the photo, and it looked like he was looking for someone to beat him up in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, it gradually developed into what it is now. It seems that it is not easy for anyone to leave.

What Xiang Zheng thinks, Li Zihao is not sure, anyway, for him, Xiang Zheng's friend has occupied most of his life. For 17 years, he has always felt that no one else can be relied on, even blood relatives, and everything can only go on by himself, so he was forced to make himself strong or look so strong that he no longer needs to rely on anyone.

But the appearance of Xiang Zheng broke his seemingly solid shell. When everyone only saw his strong appearance, only Xiang Zheng saw his sensitive heart, and he used a direct and even a little Silly way to protect him carefully.

Li Zihao is not blind, he sees and remembers everything Xiang Zheng has done for him.At this time, he has unknowingly put Xiang Zheng in a very important place in his heart.

No one pretended to be there, just himself and Xiang Zheng.

Strange to say, at first he felt that Xiang Zheng was an ignorant and domineering second-generation ancestor, and he had nothing to do with it, and he was like [-] yuan, relying on just a little money at home.

What Li Zihao hates the most is this kind of person, and he has seen too many of them in the sea flowers since he was a child.

He even put Xiang Zheng into the group of people who must stay away, but what he didn't expect was that this guy Xiang Zheng insisted on sticking to him for no reason. He really looks like a silly husky , even if you hide from him and snub him, he can still continue to come forward with full of energy.

After getting in touch with him for a long time, Li Zihao gradually discovered that Xiang Zheng was not as bad as he thought before, but instead had many bright spots, which made people not hate him at all, and even gradually began to feel good about him.

Damn, what's going on here, Li Zihao turned over irritatedly and covered his head under the quilt. He has been too abnormal recently, always thinking about something, he can't figure out why, he is restless and fearful, these negative emotions In the middle of the night when he was alone, he rushed forward wantonly.

What to do, he began to fear.

Xiang Zheng is like his spiritual opium. If he is far away, he will not be able to bear it, but if he gets too close, he will start to fear.

Li Zihao didn't know when he fell asleep, anyway, he didn't hear the alarm clock rang several times in the morning, which had never happened before.

I hurried out and saw that Xiang Zheng had been waiting by the side of the road for a long time. He was holding his schoolbag on one shoulder and trying to hurry over while pulling the zipper of his school uniform. When he was in a hurry, he forgot that he was half disabled at this time, and staggered a bit. It hurts...

"Li Zihao!" Seeing him, the car didn't even have time to stop, Xiang Zheng rushed towards him with big strides, "What are you running, don't you know that your ankle is sprained!"

Xiang Zheng was anxious, and his tone was a bit aggressive. Li Zihao was taken aback by the yelling, knowing that he meant well but still couldn't help losing his temper, "Why are you yelling at me? It was my leg that was sprained early in the morning. The pain is also my pain, why are you so anxious?"

"You..." Xiang Zheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes were obviously hurt, "Li Zihao, did you think about it? It's your foot that hurts, but I fucking love you, do you know that!"

Xiang Zheng poked his chest fiercely with his index finger, his eyes were red.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He wanted to grab Xiang Zheng's hand but hesitated when he was about to touch it, and finally grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it gently, "I was wrong just now, you...don't be angry with me. "

He said the last sentence very lightly, and it flew across Xiang Zheng's chest like a feather. Xiang Zheng, who was so angry at first, lost his temper all of a sudden, and couldn't utter a word of blame.

"Okay, I don't blame you, I just..." Xiang Zheng scratched his head, grabbed Li Zihao's hand and squeezed it, "Hey, I don't know what to say, anyway, I'm not angry with you."

"Yeah." Li Zihao laughed, he was crazy just now, and he was getting more and more abnormal.

Seeing his smile, Xiang Zheng was relieved, and helped Li Zihao to cross the road, "Grandma Li, you see, I abandoned my Xiaobai just to help you, look how pitiful it is lying there by itself."

"Grandma Li." Li Zihao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, since this man was called his brother, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world, no matter what he was called, he just opened his mouth.

"Help the old lady across the road, I'm answering the party's call to be a good boy with red roots!" Xiang Zheng straightened his back and raised his head, just short of giving the Young Pioneers salute.

Li Zihao looked at his collar, "Did you forget your red scarf, young man?"

"No, the red scarf is always in my heart." Xiang Zheng became addicted to playing, and the tune of the poem recitation came out.

Unbearable, Li Zihao decided not to play such a mentally retarded game with him, "Shut up, you just reminded me of my nightmares every Monday when I was in elementary school."

Li Zihao, who has outstanding grades, has been a good student in the eyes of his teachers since he was a child. Speeches under the national flag, speeches by student representatives, and poetry recitation competitions are all entrusted to him. In fact, he is not interested in it, but because of The title of a good student is worth it even if he has to bite the bullet. After a long time, he feels very disgusted with these.

Xiang Zheng also had enough fun, and immediately calmed down, "Success, shut up if you say so."

He himself almost forgot how he changed from what Li Zihao said to what Li Zihao said, to what Li Zihao said, anyway, it was just one sentence, and he was happy.

Zihao couldn't run between classes, so he asked for leave to sit in the classroom. He glanced at the person opposite, "Cut, you are actually trying to be lazy."

He also said in a serious manner that he wanted to stay and take care of him, which were all excuses.

"What's the matter, running exercises is not enough for me to warm up." Xiang Zheng heard the shouting of slogans outside, and walked over to sit on the seat next to Li Zihao.

Li Zihao, "?"

Xiang Zheng stretched out his hand and went under Li Zihao.

"!" Li Zihao tried to hide but failed, "Hey, what are you going to do..."

Xiang Zheng lifted his injured leg and put it on his own, lifted his trousers and frowned when he saw the unsatisfactory injury.

"What else can I do, rub the medicine for you." As he spoke, he took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his trouser pocket as if conjuring, poured it skillfully on the palm of his hand and rubbed it to warm it up, then covered it and began to rub it gently, "I know You won't do it well."

Li Zihao: "..."

The originally stinging ankle became very hot and comfortable under Xiang Zheng's palm, and he couldn't help snorting.

Xiang Zheng's subordinates obviously froze and looked up at him with squinted eyes, "How is it, is it comparable to a professional level?"

Li Zihao didn't know whether he was a professional or not. Anyway, he was really comfortable. He nodded and asked, "Where did you learn it?"

"Self-taught." Xiang Zheng said indifferently, "A sprained ankle here is no different from being stung and swollen by a bee. You can still train."

After a long illness, Li Zihao suddenly felt a little distressed. Trauma injuries are commonplace for sports practitioners. It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that he's used to it.

Xiang Zheng said to himself, "This medicinal wine was given to my dad by someone else. It is very easy to use. I will knead it for you a few times to ensure that you will be fine soon."

Seeing that Li Zihao didn't respond, Xiang Zheng raised his head, "Why are you silent?"

Li Zihao's eyes still stayed on Xiang Zheng's hand, a little embarrassed as if he had been caught, "Listen to you."

Xiang Zheng's hands are beautiful, with clear and strong joints, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

In the third class, Zhang Zhen kept sniffing like a dog, frowned and asked in a low voice, "Hey, do you smell it? What does it smell like? It looks like wine?"

Xiang Zheng and Li Zihao looked at each other, but no one paid any attention to him.

Later, Xiang Zheng didn't believe in Li Zihao at all, and directly applied medicinal wine to him twice a day. As he said, the swelling completely subsided within a week.

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"Chestnut Cake, is it very busy there recently? Why do you always doze off in class?" Xiang Zheng felt strange that a person like Li Zihao who loves studying and class can't wait to glue his eyes to the teacher, has been sitting brightly for the past two days. Nodding straight at the textbook opposite him.

"A little..."

Xiang Zheng squeezed his arm, "It's more than a week before the midterm exam, don't tire yourself too much, don't read books for so long after you're done, go to bed early."

"Ah."

After the performance on Friday night, Li Zihao hurried home. When Chen Ziyi came back, she saw a light in the crack of the curtain. No wonder she came back first when she stepped off the stage and couldn't find anyone.

She raised the curtain, "Xiao Hao, someone gave you a cake... what are you doing?"

Chen Ziyi's hand was subconsciously placed on Li Zihao's shoulder. His back stiffened and blood gushed out when the knife in his hand was cut.

"Xiao Hao, you, you are bleeding." Chen Ziyi hurriedly put down the cake to find a tissue.

Li Zihao quickly put a small piece of something on the table into his trouser pocket, turned around and took the tissue in Chen Ziyi's hand and pressed it on the wound, "It's okay, it's just a small incision."

Chen Ziyi's eyes passed him and looked at the table, but there was nothing on it...

Tian Xiangzheng woke up very early on Saturday, took a shower and shaved, humming a song, and the corner of his mouth didn't fall down all morning.

Today is his birthday, and Xu Mingyuan has already booked a place, saying that there is a newly opened place that is said to be good.

He whistled before going out, hoping that Li Zihao would have a good time tonight.