My rival won't let me fall in love early! !

A vague memory suddenly appeared in his mind, Yuan Rong remembered the meaningless conversation between him and Yuan Qingzhuo last night.

……its not right.

Why did you let this annoying ghost into the room again? !

He quickly drank the medicine, sent the original mother out, and then walked to the desk angrily and began to look through the gifts.

The game console is obviously newly bought, and it looks like it hasn't been opened yet. It must have been prepared for him by Yuan Qingzhuo's guilty conscience in the past two days.But the problem is that he can't play now, and it's useless to buy it.

Yuan Rong reluctantly pushed the game console away, and was suddenly attracted by a sealed velvet box.

He opened the lid curiously, and in the next second, a shining, golden flute almost blinded his eyes.

shit.

It seems to be pure gold!

Yuan Rong took out the flute head, flute body and flute tail, and spliced ​​them together to play and watch them back and forth. This flute is not light, and it would cost at least $[-] to buy it abroad.

I can't tell, Yuan Qingzhuo is so rich.

Yuan Rong couldn't help being speechless, he tried to blow it, and the tone was surprisingly good, it seems that it is indeed a high-end product.Yuan Qingzhuo, a layman who doesn't learn musical instruments, has a pretty good taste in buying flutes.

With such a precious gift in his hand, he felt a heavy pressure for no reason.To be honest, his ability to play the flute is just that... not worthy of such a good flute.

Yuan Rong touched it hesitantly, and after thinking twice, he disassembled the body of the flute and carefully put it into the box.

I still have to find a way to talk to Yuan Qingzhuo, this thing is too precious, it is better to return it.

The annoying ghost was not at home, and the pile of gifts he gave was quite in line with Yuan Rong's wishes. After about three or four days, Yuan Rong's anger subsided by most of it.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and he asked Yuan's father to call Yuan Qingzhuo, asking him if he would come back for the New Year. The voice of Yuan Qingzhuo on the phone was very tired, and he didn't realize that Yuan Rong was eavesdropping: " Dad, I'm a bit tricky here, I'm afraid I can't go back. I can only tell you and Mom a happy new year in advance...By the way, say it for Rongrong and me."

Hearing the word 'Rongrong', Yuan Rong was taken aback, then turned around and left.

Yuan's father saw his younger son's slightly flustered back, and asked, "What's wrong with you two, and you still ask me to be a microphone?"

Yuan Qingzhuo on the phone replied: "No, it's just the time when I lost my temper."

"Are you bullying him?" Yuan's father frowned, "I didn't mean you, Xiaorong will take the college entrance examination in a few months, and your mother and I dare not yell at him, you are an older brother who bullies him What are you doing?"

Yuan's father taught his eldest son a lesson.

"I know Dad, I won't make him angry again before the end of the college entrance examination, don't worry." Yuan Qingzhuo over there smiled helplessly.

The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.

In the evening, the family of three sat around to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner. Yuan Rong played with his mobile phone while eating, while Yuan’s father and mother sat in the middle of the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala. This year they were sleepy before the early hours of the morning, so they went back to their rooms and turned off the lights to sleep. Yuan Rong didn't even reply to the New Year's greetings from his friends and classmates.

The next day when he woke up and looked at his phone, he found that Yuan Qingzhuo had called him in the middle of the night, and there was an unopened red envelope on the WeChat message interface.

Yuan Rong stopped being angry a long time ago, but he still felt a little uncomfortable seeing such a simple and rude New Year greeting.

He wanted to wait for Yuan Qingzhuo to take the initiative to contact him. He waited and waited, but he just finished waiting for this short winter vacation.

In mid-February, the third grade of Shicheng No. [-] Middle School started early to prepare for the college entrance examination.

On the first day of school, Yuan Rong walked into the back door of Class [-], Grade [-] with his schoolbag on his back, and found that all the students in the class were clearing up their desks. He stopped a random person and asked, and the other party was surprised: "There is a warm-up exam at the beginning of school. Don't you know? Hurry up and pack up your books, our class has been classified as an examination room again."

Not far away, another classmate noticed that they were talking and shouted: "Hey, isn't this Yuan Rong? You're back. Qi Yuzhou from the next class came to see you just now."

Yuan Rong snorted, "Did he say he wanted something from me?"

"This is not."

Yuan Rong nodded: "Thank you."

He unloaded his schoolbag with one hand, strode towards his seat in stride, looked around the class, and inadvertently caught sight of Hua Yihe—his deskmate who had disappeared for a long time.

"One Crane!"

Yuan Rong rushed up and patted his friend on the shoulder excitedly: "Okay, you, after taking such a long absence from school, I finally remembered that I am a high school student."

At this moment, Hua Yihe was sitting at the table reading a book. Hearing Yuan Rong's greeting, he turned around and responded: "Long time no see, Yuan Rong. Are you sick?"

Thinking of what happened that day, Yuan Rong said embarrassedly: "Actually, it was just a common fever, followed by a cough for a while, and now it's all right."

Immediately afterwards, he threw his schoolbag on the desk, and bent over to Hua Yihe's side: "You know you have lost your way, and you plan to study hard? Wouldn't it be okay if you figured it out earlier? What kind of book are you reading?" so much?"

Hua Yihe said unhurriedly: "This book is well written and well-founded. If you like it, I'll give you a copy too."

Yuan Rong stretched out his hand and flipped through the open inner page, and saw the words on the cover at a glance: Psychic talk. ?

He immediately took the book away, picked it up and flipped through it casually. Most of it contained collections and tutorials on how to talk to strange 'things', and the words were particularly evil.

"You don't really believe these things, do you?!"

Yuan Rong was astonished: "Yihe, are you, are you in a daze? There are no ghosts in this world, so don't always look at these things to scare people every day."

Hua Yihe's smile froze slightly, and he took the book back from his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore."

Yuan Rong pulled away the chair and sat down, insisting on being serious with him: "I know what you want to do after reading these books, but who in this world believes in the existence of ghosts has proved it? Brother, we grew up following Marx , You have to strengthen your own heart."

Hua Yihe also stopped and looked at him seriously: "Then tell me, what exactly do I want to do?"

What does he want to do?

Yuan Rong smiled: "You just care too much about that dead friend Ye Han, and you want to get in touch with him as much as possible, right?"

The Ye Han they repeatedly mentioned was actually a male student in the class next door. According to Qi Yuzhou, his family background was not very good, but he was among the best in his studies and he was also very handsome.

Later, I didn't know what kind of conflict Hua Yihe had with him, and started to make trouble with him frequently. The two of them were tit for tat during that time, and they didn't reconcile until a long time later. Later, at a certain dinner party in Shicheng, Ye Han, who received the invitation, was rejected People are killed.

As for how Yuan Rong died, he didn't know. He only knew that Hua Yihe had always considered himself a murderer, and since then he has been so depressed that he can't even go to school.

How can such a good young man ruin his future because of this, Yuan Rong gently persuaded: "Aren't you two good buddies? If Ye Han had a soul in the sky, he wouldn't want you to always live in the past."

But no matter how much he persuaded, Hua Yihe would not answer such questions.

"..."

Yuan Rong was a little bit ashamed, and knew that he might have touched a part of his friend's vulnerability, so he didn't continue this sensitive topic.

During the break in the morning, he wanted to give both of them a step down, so he took the initiative to touch Hua Yihe beside him: "Come on, let's do exercises together, and then accompany me to the supermarket when you're done."

Hua Yihe nodded, and the two of them got out of the classroom amidst the crowd and walked down the stairs.

At this time, a girl in school uniform on the first floor walked up against the flow of people, and kept saying, "Excuse me, sorry."

She brushed past Yuan Rong, and her figure froze for a moment.

Yuan Rong felt that this person was a bit strange. He stopped in the middle of the stairs, saw the girl's back disappearing quickly, and suddenly understood: "Stop! Come back to me!"

He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform and was about to rush up, when he heard Hua Yihe beside him asking, "What's the matter, who did you see?"

"That girl! The girl who stole my watch!"

Yuan Rong gritted his teeth: "Today I will definitely take her to the teaching office and expose everything she has done!"

After the voice fell, he also chased in the opposite direction.

The author has something to say:

Who watched the preliminaries and opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics all day, and coded wildly in the early morning?

Oh, it turned out to be me!

But the Winter Olympics are so good to watch, I can’t help but want to write novels about figure skating [Lighting Cigarettes]