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"you're back?"

Yoran took off his gloves, picked up a mint-flavored popsicle from the bag, and gnawed on it.

"Well, there will be a welcome party for new students in the evening, do you want to come with me?"

Haika didn't tear open the package, but stuck the popsicle on his forehead. The fan happened to be broken, and he was so hot that his hair was pulled back and tied into a ponytail.

"It's so cool—"

Yolan closed his eyes, lying on the chair under the shade of the tree, leaning back, feeling the cool air on his forehead, very comfortable.

"Will you go to the welcome party for new students?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Heka bent down, approached his face, covered his eyes with his hands, and asked playfully. His lips were like pink rose petals, with a mysterious attraction.

Haika's fingers lightly brushed his thin and soft lips, then he withdrew his hand suddenly, tilting his head unnaturally, urging him to make a quick decision.

"But my work isn't done yet..."

Yolan glanced at the yard, there was still half of the yard that hadn't been sprayed with pepper water, a trace of hesitation flickered between his brows, and he was about to speak when Heika stopped him.

"I'll help you!"

He picked up the watering can briskly and was in the bushes in the blink of an eye, not wanting to give him any excuses.

With Haika's help, every flower and blade of grass in the yard was covered with pepper water, and the whole garden was filled with a pungent smell.

"Ah-"

Heika happily ran up to him with an empty water bottle, and before she had time to speak, she sneezed, as if it was contagious, and Mrs. O'Neill and Jolan also sneezed.

"Lend me a piece of clothing, I smell like chili all over me."

Yolan followed him into the room, sniffed himself, and took off his coat in disgust.

"Which one do you want to wear?"

Heika opened the closet, and there was a row of newly-made shirts neatly listed inside. These were specially sewn by Mrs. O'Neill for Heika's school start, and they were not custom-made.

"Global limited edition, only available here, pick whatever you want, choose whatever you want."

Heika was showing off his collection in front of the mirror. There was a black silk shirt at the bottom with lace cuffs, which looked extremely charming.

"Do you want to wear this?" Seeing his eyes fixed on it, Haika took off the clothes and threw them on his head, "You are very discerning, this is what I want to wear, I will lend it to you, it will be very handsome... ..."

Before Haika finished speaking, he took off his T-shirt, revealing a fit figure. Unlike Haika's fair complexion, Yolan often worked in the garden, exposed to the wind and sun, and cultivated a beautiful With a wheat-colored complexion and eight-pack abs looming between his shirts, he simply lay down on the bed, quietly admiring him changing clothes.

"What's so fun about the welcome party for new students?"

Yolan picked up his baseball cap and leaned back on the chair, ate a piece of mango biscuit, and said vaguely.

"Douqin." Haika took off his socks, threw the canvas shoes out of the window, put on sandals, put on a blue striped T-shirt and shorts, and said casually, "Can you help me wash my shoes? I can't Touch the water, Mrs. O'Neill will not come back tonight, she went to play with her sister."

Yolan walked out of the window, glanced at the pair of muddy shoes, and responded lightly, "I will wash your shoes, but you have to buy popsicles for me every day, by the way, where did you get them? So dirty."

"What are you asking? I went to catch crabs by the stream with Philly today. Anyway, you didn't ask me the last time you took a feather to the river." Haika said the first half of the sentence very loudly, as if deliberately speaking to him, and the second half The sentence weakened, and she turned her head away from him, but she kept glancing at his expression from the corner of her eye.

"Oh, what about the crab?"

Yolan's expression didn't change at all, he still replied indifferently, and didn't hear his little thoughts at all.

But the mango cake in his hand was empty. Yolan wiped the corner of his mouth calmly, put the half of the mango cake that was stuck on his face on the plate, and looked at the green shadow in the sun with his eyes. A kind of lush vegetation grew in his heart, and he was himself in the shadow. This feeling made him cool and lonely.

The black-gold tie was still in his closet. It was placed side by side with his blue tie. Yolan lowered his head. For Heika, where is his place?

Except for Qilixiang under the window, there is no memory of him in this room.

"Crabs? We roasted and ate them." Haika tidied up the room. It was time for them to go to school.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, the playground of Lankui High School.

All welcome parties for new students are the same. For a senior high school student who just graduated, Yolan has already seen all these routines. on stage.

The opening must be singing the school song, and the second performance must be a sexy dance performance. There must be a super-large lottery box on the scene, and the prize box is often very large, but it is likely to be just a notebook or a pen inside.

However, tonight might not be the same as before. He looked at the young man on the stage. No matter how bright the neon lights were, they still couldn't cover his light.