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Are you 16-year-old Jiang Nanhui?

Jiang Nanhui really admired Cen Hanluo for speaking this kind of thing so frankly, and there was even a bit of sincerity in his words, which really made him admire.

Cen Hanluo squeezed the rim of the cup, and put one of the cups of hot water on the bedside table, next to Jiang Nanhui's bed.Cen Hanluo kept smiling when he got under the covers and kept typing with his mobile phone. Jiang Nanhui leaned against the bed, looked at him, and asked, "What's so happy about it?"

"My sister." Cen Hanluo replied, "She is only five years old, and she is studying Chinese hard. She always makes typos when sending messages to me. My mother won't let her speak and ask her to practice pinyin."

Jiang Nanhui was suddenly not in the mood to work, temporarily put away his phone, and asked curiously, "What are you guys talking about?"

"She was questioning me why she left her and left. She was very angry and didn't want me to be her brother anymore." Cen Hanluo said, "But she was afraid that I would be really angry if I said that, so I sent messages all day to brush my existence. She wants me to coax her."

Jiang Nanhui turned his body to Cen Hanluo: "How did you reply to her?"

"I said, 'Your brother is working on a major event, and when the matter is completed, I will go back and see you'." "Cen Hanluo laughed, "My sister complained that she couldn't wait for a minute, and asked me to go back to Melbourne to accompany her to kindergarten and hold a parent-teacher meeting for her. "

After hearing this, Jiang Nanhui's first reaction was that Cen Hanluo's sister should not be kept waiting for too long.

Cen Hanluo typed and typed, but quietly fell silent.After Jiang Nanhui finished writing half of the press release, he shifted his gaze to the opposite bed. Cen Hanluo was still clutching his phone, and the screen hadn't dimmed yet, and he was already asleep.

Stretching out his arms, he took Cen Hanluo's cell phone and put it beside his pillow. Jiang Nanhui turned off the bedside lamp and continued working.Half an hour later, there was movement on the opposite bed, Jiang Nanhui looked at the opposite side again, Cen Hanluo kicked the quilt away, the corner of the pajamas was turned up, revealing a small piece of belly.

Jiang Nanhui sat up on tiptoe, leaned over, and covered Cen Hanluo's quilt very lightly.After taking two sips of cool water, he was about to fall asleep, when there was another movement next to him, Cen Hanluo didn't sleep well, and kicked half of the quilt away again.

Jiang Nanhui: "..."

The speed of falling asleep was extremely slow, Jiang Nanhui was pretending to be troubled, always worried that Cen Hanluo would catch a cold.When he woke up in the middle of the night, he first went to the opposite bed to make sure that Cen Hanluo's belly was not exposed, so that Jiang Nanhui could continue to sleep with peace of mind.

Originally, leaving Cen Hanluo to sleep alone at home would make him feel uneasy, Jiang Nanhui thought silently, this is good, sleeping with him is even more uneasy...

Jiang Nanhui felt that Cen Han was not like someone who was almost 23 years old. He could only sleep like this when he was growing up in junior high school.The next day, Jiang Nanhui went home after breakfast and lunch, and Cen Hanluo lay in bed half asleep, with the neckline of his pajamas slanted to one side, his smooth shoulders exposed, and the quilt wrapped around his legs.

Jiang Nanhui put the food bag on Cen Hanluo's bedside, and asked, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Cen Hanluo squinted his eyes, moved his nose, and immediately became refreshed after smelling the smell: "What's so delicious? It smells so good."

"My mother steamed fresh meat buns." Jiang Nanhui replied, "She asked me to bring you four."

Cen Han sat up neatly, crossed his legs, stretched out his hand towards the food bag, and said, "Auntie is a fairy."

"Pa", Jiang Nanhui gently slapped the back of Cen Hanluo's hand, and instructed: "Eat after brushing your teeth."

Cen Hanluo scratched the sore spot, squinted at Jiang Nanhui, and asked, "You care about me? Why do you care about me?"

Jiang Nanhui didn't show weakness for the first time, and asked instead: "Can I not control you?"

The eyes met, and Cen Hanluo looked at the person with a smile for a while, then stretched his legs and stepped out of bed, ran into the bathroom with disposable slippers, squeezed toothpaste and said, "Yes, it's very capable."

After tidying up his clothes while rubbing the fresh moisture on his face, Cen Hanluo sat on the bed with the buns in his hands and tasted them happily.At two o'clock, it was time to check out. Jiang Nanhui checked whether Cen Hanluo had left anything behind, then put away the two room cards, and asked, "The high-speed train at [-] o'clock in the evening, there is still a little time left, what do you want to do? I will accompany you .”

Cen Hanluo said: "I want to go and have a look at the place where we have English cram school."

Jiang Nanhui was taken aback: "Do you still remember where?"

"I remember the location, but I can't remember the specific classroom." Cen Han took out a hand into his canvas bag, and took out a square cardboard with a withered yellow color and curled edges, "But I have lectures. card with the classroom number and seat number written on it.”

Jiang Nanhui took it in surprise: "An Ran told me before that you still have the class certificate, I really can't believe it."

"I like to collect all kinds of commemorative things, including memories." Cen Hanluo said, "16-year-old Jiang Nanhui is the most commemorative one."

Gently stroking the surface of the cardboard with his fingertips, Jiang Nanhui smiled, and brought cold boiled water to Cen Hanluo, but Cen Hanluo refused to take it, so he drank it directly from Jiang Nanhui's hand.The four buns ate two, and Cen Hanluo had to save the rest for the high-speed rail ride. After checking out at the front desk, the two took a taxi and headed straight to Yuxin Garden.

Yuxin Garden has been renovated in recent years, and even the appearance of the gate has changed. Fortunately, the building layout has not changed at all, and Cen Hanluo can still find the teaching building from that year.

The mid-autumn holiday cram school only arranges one day's class yesterday, today is a holiday, and there is no one in the teaching building.Cen Hanluo claimed that he was a student in a cram school, and something was left in the classroom. The security guard on duty said that the dean was not there, so he didn't know if the door of the classroom was open, and you all had to rely on luck.

Jiang Nanhui registered his ID number and mobile phone number at the duty office, and stored his backpack.After successfully entering the teaching building, the two took the stairs to the fourth floor.

"It should be the fourth floor." Cen Hanluo pointed at the closed double door in front of him with his lecture card, "D16, is this the room?"

Jiang Nanhui searched for the memory deep in his mind: "It seems to be, I vaguely remember coming out of the back door of the classroom, next to the elevator on the left, An Ran didn't want to take the stairs every time after school, and insisted on dragging me to take the elevator downstairs."

Cen Hanluo took a step forward, held the doorknob and turned it gently, the lock clicked, and the door opened.Cen Hanluo was overjoyed: "The door is unlocked, we are so lucky."

Jiang Nanhui raised his hand to help Cen Hanluo open the door, and said happily, "Yes, I'm so lucky."

One window was open, and the wind blew into the classroom. The light blue curtains revealed warm yellow light, and the light spots reflected on the desks changed their shapes from time to time.

The desk is brand new, and the hole on the right side is divided into upper and lower compartments. Cen Hanluo bent down to observe: "Our desk at that time was much smaller than it is now."

"Besides, the table hole is just under the table board, and the space is too small to hold a few books." Jiang Nanhui also bent over, "Most study materials can only be placed on the table."

"On your desk, there are pencil cases, notebooks, cram school handouts and weekend homework from your school." Cen Hanluo recalled carefully, "There are also science fiction novels, and occasionally natural history magazines."

Jiang Nanhui said: "Sudoku game books and Master Kong green tea often appear on your desk."

The two walked towards the back of the classroom at the same time.

Standing in front of the last row of desks, Jiang Nanhui could determine from his memory that it should be the second row of desks and chairs by the window.Pointing to the two desks next to each other, Jiang Nanhui said, "You are used to putting drinks on the upper right corner of the desk."

After taking off the canvas bag and hanging it on the left seat, Cen Han sat down and lazily lay down on the table.Jiang Nanhui sat down with Cen Hanluo, arms crossed, his right face resting on his arm, and he tilted his head to look at his deskmate.

The two pairs of eyes reflected each other's face, and Jiang Nanhui used his eyes to trace Cen Hanluo's facial features in detail.He was good-looking, even better than when he first saw him after the reunion.

Why did he have such a change, why did he feel that a person was more and more in line with his own aesthetics, why his heartbeat started to increase slowly from steady, Jiang Nanhui stared intently at Cen Hanluo, his expression became more and more gentle.

Time folds, the past collides with the present, and the memory that belongs to Cen Hanluo is instantly deep in Jiang Nanhui's mind.

Cen Hanluo frowned and asked with a smile, "Are you 16-year-old Jiang Nanhui?"

Jiang Nanhui replied firmly: "I am."

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