tall rose

I will run 1500 meters tomorrow, but there are only preliminary rounds and finals in this race, so it is still a bit human.

Yang Sheng casually flipped through the Lily novel that Haoyue gave him, but he didn't finish it last time.

As soon as he returned to school in the afternoon, Xia Zang pressed his head to study, and he didn't relax until dinner time.

At this moment, he just wanted to empty his mind and think about his boyfriend's shoulders, collarbone and waist.

The two deskmates are said to have been hanging out all afternoon, and at the moment, one is meditating on math problems and the other is memorizing "abcd".

He had already asked clearly about the ending of the novel, and Haoyue still wondered why he continued to read it.

Yang Sheng didn't particularly want to read it, he just passed the time; before he knew it, his gaze stopped at the chapter "Coming Out".

I settled down to read it carefully, and didn't know what to comment for a while.

I can only say, as for treating such two beautiful girls?

Yang Sheng tapped on the table with his fingers, feeling a little annoyed.

The boys in the back row seemed to be gathering to play cards, and the voice of "Wang Zha" was endless.

Yang Sheng closed the book, and shouted angrily to the back: "Go to self-study, don't make noise!"

It's a pity that he is not a class leader, and shouting such a voice will attract booing instead.

But he didn't care about it, he was just simply upset and wanted to swear; in addition, Lao Lu came in through the back door and stared at the group of boys.

Of course, the result was that the cards were confiscated, and the boys in the back row were all driven to the office by Lao Lu like sheep.

Yang Sheng was still upset, leaning against the cold wall for a while, unable to resolve it.

"Are you still angry with those people?" Haoyue joked at the right time, she just finished a math problem that she couldn't solve for a long time, and she was in a good mood.

"No, although they are really annoying." Yang Sheng glanced at Jiang Yanxu who was frowning and writing words silently, and pulled a piece of note paper, "Sister Yue, let's chat for a while."

Haoyue nodded, and took the note.

Yang Sheng asked: "Sister Yue, you have read so many novels, what do you think about disclosing your sexual orientation to your family?"

Haoyue breathed out a clear breath, and wrote in a flash: "My idea is to let nature take its course."

They wrote half a stack of papers, and Haoyue asked Yang Sheng if he was worried that his relationship with Xia Zang would be affected by it.

Yang Sheng was stunned for a while, then replied: "I just can't imagine what will happen if my family finds out about my relationship with him."

"Probably something will go wrong." Haoyue tapped some words with the tip of her pen, hesitated for a moment and wrote.

Young people yearn for freedom and romance, but young people also know what will happen after freedom and romance.

"I know, but I definitely can't hide it like this for the rest of my life." Yang Sheng smiled wryly.

"At least keep it secret until after the college entrance examination." Haoyue wrote seriously, penetrating the back of the paper.

"Hmm." Yang Sheng scratched the back of his head, "I feel like I did something wrong."

"How should I put it, the majority who have the right to speak will be regarded as correct by default." Haoyue wrote, "But this does not mean that the minority group is wrong."

"Sister Yue, I think you have to take a philosophy department in college." Yang Sheng wrote seriously.

"Thank you for your kind words, but my heart is still toward the Chinese language." Haoyue finished the sentence gracefully, and then added another sentence when she remembered something, "If there is anything I can help, just ask, Xiao Yang."

"Thank you, Miss Yue."

Being able to have someone to chat with for a while, Yang Sheng felt a lot more at ease in his heart, and jumped up nervously in front of Xia Zang after class.

"The game hasn't started yet, don't be so excited." Xia Zang pressed his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

The students around were chatting about the interesting things about the sports meeting, laughing and clamoring, Yang Sheng took the opportunity to squeeze Xia Zang's wrist, the coldness made Xia Zang tremble.

But as if he had succeeded in a prank, he slipped out of the crowd clutching his wrist like a fish swimming.

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

I don't know why the matter is so urgent. The original brisk walk turned into a trot. They rushed out of the crowd, waved to the doorman, and stepped on the dead leaves and swaying tree shadows by the roadside, stepping into the silence of the cold night.

Because of the pleasure brought by running, Yang Sheng felt as if a flock of snow-white pigeons were about to fly out of his heart, fluttering and free, to go far away.

"Brother, it suddenly occurred to me that this is a lot like elopement."

"If one day you are locked up, I will crawl in through the window to find you, use clothes and sheets as ropes, and then slip downstairs with you, into the open world."

Xia Zang panted in a low voice, "Why was I locked up?"

"Hmm..." Yang Sheng stopped asking this question, and after running for a while, he replied, "Because you are a princess with long hair."

It was only after running all the way to the gate of the community that Yang Sheng stopped and let Xia Zang throw himself on his back through his schoolbag.

"Ouch, little ancestor." Xia Zang pounced and knocked on the protruding bone of Yang Sheng's shoulder, and now he was gasping for air in pain.

"Are you okay, brother?" Yang Sheng hurried to coax him, but he couldn't see clearly through the streetlights, so he tilted his head closer, and someone took the opportunity to peck the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be all right.

"You have this energy, why don't you save it for tomorrow's competition?" Xia Zang said with a smile, holding Yang Sheng's shoulder.

"We'll talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow." Yang Sheng shrugged lightly, but then frowned, "Brother, you hurt me."

"I found that you are very good at pretending to be good, yell." Xia Zang thought of the long strip of cats and cats that he couldn't afford to open after the game in the afternoon, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the person's chin, teasing him softly.

Yang Sheng blinked his grape eyes: Brother, what are you talking about, Maomao can't understand.

"Yao Yao, you can accompany me to get my hair twisted in two days."

"Hmm! Why? How nice to have long hair!"

"Long hair is hard to manage. Besides, who is Rapunzel?"

As soon as Xia Zang finished speaking, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out.

Yang Sheng laughed softly in the darkness, and said, "It's you, Your Highness the Princess."

When the light came on, the little boy fled without conscience, and said while climbing the stairs: "I'll take care of it for you tomorrow, and I'll keep it for you to make it docile."

Xia Zang pursed his moist lips, thinking that he really had nothing to do with this little ancestor.

"So you are taking revenge." Yang Sheng held a cup of warm water with a sad face, and under Xia Zang's burning eyes, he reluctantly took a sip, and then took another sip.

"There's one more cup, enough water for today." Xia Zang stared at the slight movement of his Adam's apple, unable to let go of the corners of his mouth, "I need a lot of water after running, and I'm not as naive as you."

"Is that why you filled me with a thermos of water during the day?" Yang Sheng's eyes were empty, and he was hopeless. Fortunately, after the game in the afternoon, Haoyue and Jiang Yanxu interrupted him.

But as soon as he got into the taxi, Xia Zang took out the warm water bottle hidden in the inner pocket of his coat, and stuffed it into Yang Sheng's arms involuntarily.

"That's not to water the rose, lest it wither." Xia Zang said unhurriedly, "This is revenge."

Hey.

"I'm actually very happy today to meet your friends." After a while, after Yang Sheng finally filled two full cups of nearly 350ml of boiled water, Xia Zang said slowly, "I'm also very happy, you can put Our relationship informs them and has their blessing."

"You always say that I'm easy to be satisfied, obviously you are the one who knows how to be contented." Yang Sheng thought for a while, the water in his stomach was swaying, reminding him of a well in a certain desert with wooden buckets hanging there.

They were sitting under the low wall, with the dark blue sky sprinkled with broken diamonds above their heads.

The golden hair... oh no, it was the little prince with sandalwood-colored soft long hair who said softly, "Please draw me a sheep."

The little prince was always so straightforward, so Yang Sheng drew the sheep carefully, and then told him that he also drew straw ropes and mouth covers for the sheep, so you don’t have to worry about it sneaking up and eating your flowers in the middle of the night.

Sometimes Yang Sheng would also think, it's really easy to see through Xia Zang, but sometimes it's really not easy.

He always wanted to give Xia Zang the best. Once he knew what Xia Zang wanted but he couldn't achieve it, he would feel sleet and sleet in his heart.

Yang Sheng is a knight without a professional certificate. He takes up the post without a certificate, but he wants to climb the most dangerous castle and elope the most beautiful princess among them.

But he has neither a horse nor a sword, but only an untimely tinkle and beating heart.

Fortunately, there is still such a heart, so that he will not have no roses and give it to Xia Zang.

"I've always been the most greedy." Xia Zang shook his head, took the porcelain cup that had been in Yang Sheng's hand for a while, and put it on the bedside table, "Because you have always had something on your mind, and I don't know enough about it."

"If this troubles you, then I'm sorry." Yang Sheng smiled sheepishly, his hands clenched slightly into fists.

And Xia Zang said: "It's not that troublesome, it's just that when I think about it occasionally, I feel a little distressed."

"Don't." Yang Sheng's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, before he skillfully turned into guilt, Xia Zang said again: "I can't help it, my heart is very fragile, and you're still running inside."

Xia Zang rarely told Yang Sheng a bedtime story, but the story was very short, only a few sentences.

"By the way, a long time ago, there was a princess named Yang."

"You can just report my name, cheapskate."

"Hell, that princess was trapped in a castle on a steep cliff, and a knight traveled thousands of miles to rescue her."

"Well, that knight's surname is Xia."

"But the knight's physical strength is not very good. Even the princess trapped in the castle can run 100 meters faster than him, so it is very difficult for him to climb the cliff."

"……As long as you know."

"After countless failed climbs, the knight gave up this inefficient rescue method. He found a bush at the bottom of the cliff to rest, and then took out his Nokia."

"Ok?"

"He used Nokia to contact the nearest crane convoy, and hung the castle that trapped the princess from the cliff. The knight finally saved his princess, and they were happy..."

"Wait, wait a minute! Why is your story going so wrong!"

"Anyway, they lived happily and happily together in the end, and they were never separated."

No matter what the only audience thinks, Xia Zang firmly believes that this is indeed a happy story with a beginning and an end, and it is very suitable as a bedtime fairy tale.

Yang Sheng: "... How can I sleep with this?"

The author has something to say:

Xia·Fairy Tale Cult·Love Tale King·Tibet

Xia Ge’s story tells us that reading more poetry is indeed good for people (but why do you have to eat all the love poems thick like bricks!)

The author who is also reading poetry: Look at the flowers, how messed up they are.

Author friend: Didn’t you say you’ve been reading poetry?At any rate, let's use Luoying Brilliant Hey!

Author: But it's really quite... (being pinched by the back of fate's neck)

In addition, everyone must pay attention to drinking plenty of water, the author of tuberculosis strongly recommends it.

I had been coughing a while ago, not because I had a fever or a cold, but just a cough; the worst time was when I was coughing before going to bed at night, and I almost coughed up my lungs while holding the quilt.

Then my "Luoying Colorful" friend saw that I was half dead and too lazy to go to the school doctor's office to get medicine, so he supervised me to drink hot water, half a glass of water every 10 minutes, and drank three full glasses in total; there was probably a bottle of Nongfu Spring So much hot water.

The next day after drinking it, when I woke up, my throat was fine, which was amazing.

Of course, what is even more amazing is my friend herself. She once cured her cold by drinking half a bucket of water from the water dispenser in their dormitory overnight.

A classmate once said the following wise words:

Drinking more hot water has always been a good way to cure diseases, but why is it not popular with the public?The reason is that those straight men don't know how to talk well at all!

Therefore, drinking hot water is indeed good for the body. If you really don’t want to drink it, please find a strict supervisor like my friend.

I flinched and took a sip symbolically. My friend: Are you drinking water?No, start again, at least drink half of the cup.

I bite the bullet and drink half of it. My friend: Very good, I will time it now and drink the other half in 10 minutes.

All in all, my cough was cured just like that.