I should have known that you were a jerk!

On the day of the wedding, Lu Zechuan saw Fu Ziyan whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Fu Ziyan was wearing a small white dress, showing her long fair legs, and her black hair shawl, showing a kind of youthful softness unique to girls.The first time she saw Lu Zechuan, the little girl ran over bouncingly, smiling as if she didn't notice the skirt of the dress flying too far, and only called Lu Zechuan's name at the top of her voice——

"Lu Zechuan—"

The black-haired boy was standing beside Fu Zhifeng and chatting with him. When he heard the cry, he turned his head and looked over. Then he calmly waved at her and said to Fu Zhifeng in a low voice, "Your sister's skirt is so dangerous."

"It's really dangerous, but..." Fu Zhifeng smiled, found a chair and sat down, resting his chin on one hand, staring at Lu Zechuan and dragging his voice slowly, "Where is your attention? That's right, Lu Zechuan."

"You sit here." The black-haired boy pointed to Fu Ziyan a little far away, and seeing the little girl sat down with a smile, he sat next to Fu Zhifeng, and his dark eyes looked at the front of the auditorium without emotion—— The priest stood there, and there were big flowers——, "Why not? That skirt is too stealthy, I can't even pretend not to see it."

Fu Zhifeng didn't answer, looked at the black-haired boy's stretched eyebrows and relaxed posture, and was silent for a while, then he suddenly said inexplicably, "You're in a good mood?"

Ou Che, who had been standing still, rolled his eyes, and muttered in a rather loud voice: "How is that possible? Fu Zhifeng, are you stupid?"

The black-haired boy glanced at Fu Zhifeng, then looked away, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded slowly: "It's okay."

Ou Che was dumbfounded, and was about to turn back to discuss with Fu Ziyan, but saw Fu Ziyan holding the back of the chair in front of him from a long distance away, looking in their direction with a confused face, seeing him turn his head, and made a "you" The mouth shape of what was being said - well, one didn't hear anything!

Fu Zhifeng frowned and smiled, didn't speak anymore, and looked at the front of the auditorium with him.

At the beginning of the wedding, the black-haired boy kept a calm demeanor. He watched the priest recite a series of speeches, and then saw the man who had a strong blood relationship with him and Ou Yu in dresses, smiling softly and brightly, full of joy. The joyful mood almost floated over from there and touched him.Unusually, he didn't show any impatience, he sat upright, his black pupils were clear, without any emotion.

It seemed he didn't care anymore.

Fu Zhifeng once again had the feeling that after this wedding, Lu Feng would become a stranger to Lu Zechuan.

Then after Lu Feng and Ou Yu finished saying "I am willing", his tears overflowed from the bottom of his eyes without warning, staining his eyelashes, eyes, and cheeks, but his eyes remained calm as before , without a sad expression, it might be better to say that it is a joyful look that is almost relieved.

And those transparent liquids that gushed out were really just flowed out for the sake of tears.

When Lu Feng saw it, he was startled and seemed to want to come over, but he was stopped by Ou Yu, and he still didn't come over after all.

"Fu Zhifeng." The black-haired boy suddenly called out his name.

Fu Zhifeng raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "What?"

"Give me a kiss."

……

"Well, where is Class One..."

Lu Zechuan wandered around No. [-] Middle School with the admission notice, lowered his head and covered his lips, trying to find his class.

After the wedding, he and Fu Zhifeng didn't contact each other again, not because of anything else, but because Lu Zechuan unilaterally cut off all contact. The French kiss at the wedding was like a dream. in his memory, but he didn't take it seriously.

However, whether to take it seriously or not is not up to him.

The No. [-] Middle School was very big, and the sun was too harsh. When he was swaying so much that he was almost suffering from heat stroke, he finally found Class No. [-]. When he opened the door and entered, the whole class had already arrived, and the seats were almost full.

The teacher was doing the roll call, and when he saw him come in and nodded, he went on to roll the roll again.

Lu Zechuan kept his head half down, didn't look at the people in the class, just found an empty seat and sat down.

Following the teacher's roll call, one student after another stood up and sat down again. Lu Zechuan kept his head down and did not look at those people.

When his name was called, he stood up and said lazily, and before he continued to sit down slowly, the teacher had already called another person's name——

"Fu Zhifeng."

"exist."

The flaxen-haired boy stood up from a pile of black heads, his figure was straight, his blue eyes with glasses almost glowed in the sun, he turned his head to look at Lu Zechuan who had not had time to sit down, dark blue His dark eyes narrowed dangerously, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled slowly, his white index finger brushed against his lips——

"Long time no see, Lu Zechuan."

The sun outside the window was just right, and there were white clouds in the blue sky. The green leaves of the towering tree standing at the gate of the school were so bright that they seemed to be dripping oil.Between the gaps in the leaves, cicadas screamed desperately, the sun cast a large and small spot of light through the gaps, and the breeze blew through, bringing a rustling sound.

There are few people on the street, and the students are sweating profusely when they walk in or out of the campus, holding all kinds of ice cream in their hands. Even in such a hot weather, they still chat and laugh loudly, with youthful vigor exuding from their eyebrows and eyes Come out, smiling brightly like you'll never be sad.

Everything is the most common sight in summer.

Everything is the most common appearance on campus.

Everything is a classic scene of a romance.

So... would you take this romance seriously?

——Precocious little brat?

The author has something to say: I don't know the specific form of marriage, so don't take it seriously because the text is all nonsense.

And, I'm done.