Are you in love?the kind of life

After the two went downstairs, there were only the two of them in the living room. Aunt He was making lunch in the kitchen. When Francis got up, she came out wearing an apron.

"The young master is awake, you sit down for a while, the porridge in the kitchen is still hot, I'll bring it out for you right now."

"Thank you, Grandma He." Francis smiled at the people, walked to the sofa and sat down, with Hei Xiaoxiao sitting next to him.

Not long after, Aunt He came out of the kitchen with the porridge in her hand, and a fruit plate in her other hand, which contained sliced ​​and chilled watermelon.

Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the steaming watermelon and swallowed unconsciously. Francis saw all this and shook his head lovingly.

The two sat in the living room, drinking porridge and eating watermelon, the atmosphere was warm.

Not long after, Luo Heng walked in leading Luo Qiao, followed by Jick and the housekeeper. When Luo Heng saw Francis, he went up to greet Francis with concern, and he was relieved when he heard that he was already well. .

At noon, the family had a happy lunch. Hei Zhe's company still had something to do, so he drove to the company. Luo Heng remembered that he hadn't seen Luo's father and Luo mother for a long time, so he took Luo Qiao to Luo's father and Luo's mother's house , The two children will do their homework at home.

Because of elementary school reasons, the two of them didn't have much homework, and they finished it in half an hour, but they didn't take a break after finishing it. Instead, they took the materials on the table beside them and continued to work. Hei Xiaoxiao was quick-witted, He usually knows the knowledge taught by the teacher in class as soon as he listens. Every time he takes the exam, he is the first in his age. After he died, Hei Zhe found a teacher to make up for him for a while, so that he wouldn't even be able to communicate at the most basic level.

After a few years, although speaking and listening have not been a problem, his Chinese performance is still in the upper middle class in the class. Those complicated ancient poems are driving him crazy. Xiaoxiao usually likes to read these things the most. Francis has no choice but to set aside a certain amount of time every day to specialize in research. In Hei Xiaoxiao's opinion, this is a bit unnecessary, because even if Francis is not good at Chinese, his scores in other subjects can still beat those of the same grade. No.2 is worth tens of points.

Regarding his doubts, Francis did not explain, but just smiled and took a carrot from the fruit plate on the side and handed it to the other party. Hei Xiaoxiao happily gnawed on the carrot without asking where the other party got it from.

The days passed day by day like this, and the two grew up from immature boys to handsome young men. After graduating from elementary school, the two went to the same middle school. , fully closed management, there is no doubt that the two will finish their three years of junior high school and three years of high school here.

Francis was a year older than Hei Xiaoxiao, so when Hei Xiaoxiao entered the school in the fall, Francis was already his senior.

On both sides of the street are luxuriant sycamores. The huge leaves cover the road in a cool shade. The sunlight leaks through the gaps in the leaves, casting a little bit of light spots on the blue asphalt road. Occasionally, when a gust of wind blows, the light spots Then shake back and forth.

The black car drove forward steadily, and the atmosphere in the car was quiet.

Francis looked in the rearview mirror at the boy in the back seat whose face was pale because of nervousness, and smiled softly, "Xiaoxiao, don't be nervous. It's just to sign up, and it will be over soon."

In three years, Francis has grown from a young boy to a handsome and handsome boy. The characteristics of foreigners are fully displayed, whether it is the unattainable height of his peers or the deep and charming facial features. , coupled with the elegant and gentlemanly temperament that the young man has never had before, he is a shining point no matter where he goes.

Especially those blue eyes, the color of which is comparable to the sky washed by heavy rain, when it looks at you quietly, it will make you sink involuntarily.

Such a boy has become a legend in the whole school. Everyone knows that there is a Francis Edward in the eighth grade of the second grade. He has excellent grades and a good family background. It is no exaggeration to say that Francis has no less than twenty love letters in his schoolbag every day.

In everyone's eyes, Francis can treat anyone with a smile, but he will never be special to anyone. His eyes are always smiling, but when you look carefully, you will find that the inside There is a layer of alienation that isolates everyone from being close.But it was such a person who would act weird and cute in front of Hei Xiaoxiao, and even come up with some low-level pranks to play tricks on the other party, and would stand up when people were in trouble, and hold up a piece of sky for the other party.

There is no way, who let the other party be the person he wants to protect with all his efforts in his life, that is his proud little prince...

"I'm not nervous!" Hei Xiaoxiao listened to the other party's comforting words, a suspicious blush flashed across his delicate face, and he glared at the other party viciously.

Francis looked at the angry young man, smiled and said nothing, Hei Xiaoxiao became even more annoyed when he heard the other party's deep and muffled laugh, glanced at the back of the other party's head and then turned his head to look at the passing scenery outside the window. net.

After driving for an hour, the car stopped in front of the large teaching building. There are two tall pillars standing at the school gate, and the name of the school is written on the arched main beam in gold-plated characters: Qingyun Middle school, which means that every student who goes out from here can make a career in the sky.

The car stopped steadily in front of the school gate. Francis opened the door first and got out of the car. His tea-brown hair reflected dazzling light in the sun. Many students coming and going had already seen him and gathered together to talk in a low voice. , looked in his direction shyly from time to time.

Francis turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, but closed the car door and went to the other side to open the back seat door, stretched out his hand to let the person inside get out, and put his other hand on the roof of the car to prevent people from knocking their heads.

Hei Xiaoxiao was sitting in the car, looking at the hand stretched out, his expression slightly startled, Francis's hand was clean and slender, with well-defined joints, like a work of art carved by God, after seeing the owner of the hand cast a puzzled look at him, Hei Xiaoxiao Xiao came back to his senses, put his hand on it, and got off the car with the strength of the other party.

The moment he came down, there was a low cry from all around. Francis frowned dissatisfiedly when he heard the voice, but he didn't show anything on his face. At the school gate, the two were followed by the driver carrying large and small luggage.