Yi Xing

During the food festival, Fu Yixing and I were only in charge of the early stage, and when there were not many customers, we stood at the stall.

Occasionally I would say a few words to attract customers, but Fu Yixing really just stood on the sidelines, smiling without a smile. After a while, Miaomiao put on cat ears for us, a pair of black and a pair of white, so that We stand together.

Now the little girl still eats this set, and happily buys outrageously expensive snacks out of her pocket.

Later, the number of people gradually increased, and they didn’t need us anymore. Other classes sold fried and boiled dishes, and customers had to wait in front of the stall. The finely packaged ones can be taken away after paying, and they are sold out before dark.

Tang Cheng's class has extremely flamboyant methods of attracting customers, and their maid stands at the school gate.

I feel that the word gorgeous is not wrong, because I saw the appearance of women's clothing in Tangcheng that day.

He wore a wig and makeup on his face, which made me feel for the first time that Tang Cheng's facial features still had potential for development.

His face is ordinary on a man, but it can be said to be tender when dressed as a woman, with every frown and smile that is breathtaking.

Moreover, Tang Cheng doesn't like to move, his body lines are not obvious, he is thin, and his frame is also small. When he is not talking, he looks like a seductive fairy.

At the sports meeting, I met many women's clothing bigwigs, but none of them could compare to him.

I couldn't help but tell Fu Yixing that she was so beautiful that I couldn't move my eyes away.

With a look of indifference, he said, "You like this?"

I think I should be nodding wildly, "I also like Bao Si and Da Ji, they are so exciting.".

Fu Yixing glanced at me faintly and sighed, "Your taste is quite unique.

"I'm just talking face." When I said this, Ning Xiner was running over to call Brother Yixing and Brother Ren Ke.

We laughed with her.

Tang Cheng didn't hide from her when he saw her, but came up to say hello instead.

I guess he probably expanded his thinking, and if he can't be a couple, he wants to be a sister with Ning Xiner.

Ning Xin'er looked at the little skirt on Tang Cheng's body, opened her mouth in shock, and finally said, "You are so beautiful."

Tang Cheng shyly said thank you.

I don't understand how he broke through his inner defenses and even enjoyed it a little bit. If it were me, I would never let people have the opportunity to wear a wig or dress me up.

Tangcheng's shop was just at the outlet, and Fu Yixing and I stood not far away for a while, and my teeth chattered from the cold, and I couldn't speak well. Poor little Tangcheng was busy in and out in a single suit.

Mr. Fu saw me shivering in the wind, and suggested walking around the school.

It is already night.

It was completely dark.

During the day, the small lanterns and colored lights hung up are all on, and the Wutong Avenue is bustling with people.

Fu Yixing is tall, and his back is also very eye-catching in the crowd. I can't follow him closely, but I know we will not get separated.

He always looked back to confirm my position, and once he saw that I was far away, he would stop and wait for me.

In the market, walking in any direction is like going backwards, with many obstacles and difficulties, but Fu Yixing slowly led me to break through the crowd.

When we got to the playground, I was already sweating on my back and my hands were warm.

The playground is still the same playground, but the appearance of the lights and festoons is eye-catching.

The ginkgo is still tall and straight. It has been green, yellow, and nothing. Now it is hung with a dozen strings of small lights, shining warm light in the winter night.

The atmosphere is good.

If I hadn't said that sentence - "It's a public execution, it's bald, and now it's still reflective."

I have a natural sense of humor, but people often think that what I say is too cold.

Fu Yixing didn't smile, and didn't give me any face.

Under the ginkgo tree, he turned sideways to me and said, "Last time you wrote two leaves here."

I remember that.

"I took them all."

I don’t quite understand what he meant by this. If he doesn’t take it away, the leaves can only be broken into the soil or blown away by the wind. After he took it away and processed it, it can be preserved for a long time. I know he took a piece and made it Got a bookmark, another slice, probably too.

Gu Yanghe thought that I made the bookmark for him, but in fact I just wrote it, and it would take more time for him to handle it by himself.

He looked at me and I thought he had something to say.

Fu Yixing took out a box from his pocket, handed it to me, and said, "Happy New Year's Day to you in advance."

The ginkgo leaf was still in the box.

On the leaf, I kept the words "The boat passed away from now on, and the river and the sea will send the rest of my life", and only that part stored the background color of ginkgo, and the other parts were made transparent, showing intertwined veins, and the edges were not faded. As if trimmed with gold.

The leaves are coated with a transparent protective layer, so that it will not be too fragile.

It is a very delicate work of art.

I was a little surprised, the friends around me were all rough boys, it was difficult for people to have expectations for the gift.

But who doesn't love receiving gifts?

"Fu Fu, what should I do? I'm not even going to return the gift." I took the leaf in my hand and looked at it carefully, but I couldn't find any dissatisfaction. Looking at him through the leaf, it seemed very clear. It seems to be a bit blurry again. I don’t know whether it’s the flickering of the small light that makes him hazy, or whether it’s the clear leaf itself that leaves an ambiguous color. I look at him, but I can’t see his eyes clearly. .

He put his hands in his pockets and told me: "I didn't ask you to return the gift. This leaf was originally yours."

Fu Yixing can always bring a lot of touch.

When he went back, Tang Cheng said that he had done well in the language test this time, and the old class told him to apply to the school as soon as possible, so that he could apply for early graduation next year, and go abroad for a year of preparatory studies to adapt to the environment there.

I thought Tang Cheng himself wanted this too, so he told us to prepare mentally in advance, but he changed the subject and said: "I don't want to go to the preparatory school. I will study for an extra year for no reason. Do you want to add trouble to yourself, I can just stay at home and be free."

I advised him to think carefully, because foreign university courses are difficult and highly professional, and he may not be able to keep up if he goes directly to university.

Fu Yixing agrees with me very much.

But Tang Cheng looked at us in disbelief, pouted and said, "I want to go to college with you."

I want to persuade him to be cautious, but I can't be cruel.

On the one hand, he feels that Tang Cheng only needs to be Tang Cheng. He can act emotionally, act recklessly, enjoy the present moment, and make decisions just for happiness and "he wants to be like this".

On the other hand, I am afraid that he will regret his decision later.

It is unknown where we will be in the future, and I hope to stay by his side longer.

I looked at Fu Yixing, he was still as calm as water, but his eyes were a little more serious.

Fu Yixing said to Tang Cheng, "You have to be responsible for yourself."

His appearance was against Tang Cheng's choice.

Tang Cheng shook my arm lightly, wanting me to say something nice to him, I wanted to talk to him, but Mr. Fu gave me a serious look.

Fu Yixing's seriousness is really scary, I was so frightened by his look that I shut up.

He is doing it for the good of Tangcheng.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Tang Cheng snorted and scolded us for being heartless and ungrateful.

Sometimes I think that a person like Fu Yixing is easily misunderstood by others. He always stands on the side of "rationality and correctness", and he doesn't talk around corners. Emotional factors can never hold him back.

He doesn't care what other people think of him.

Such a person will definitely achieve great things, but I don't know if such a person will, occasionally, feel lonely.

Tang Cheng wanted to stay, but his uncle and aunt had nothing to do with him.

Under his absolute insistence, the matter of going abroad to study preparatory courses was shelved.

He got mad at me and didn't talk to me all New Year's Day.

I can only find trouble with Fu Yixing, poking him on QQ every day, "Today Tangcheng ignored me again."

Fu Yixing told me not to spoil him, and I told him that Zuo Tangcheng would not go to Tangcheng, so it's better to coax him well, or I won't feel well.

So on the night before class, Fu Yixing came to the door with a cake.

Fu Yixing only came with the cake, and silently put the things on the dining table. Tang Cheng refused to take it with a straight face, "Take it away."

Coax or want me to coax.

Tang Cheng didn't hold back in the end, and ate the cake with a smile.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The New Year's Eve didn't go well, and the New Year's Day didn't work out. Apart from doing my homework all day, I was preparing for the end of the semester. Only when I saw that ginkgo leaf would my mood clear up.

When the new year comes, the ginkgo will turn green and turn yellow again, which is great.

It was not until the end of the term that I learned that Fu Yixing did not need to do winter homework because he had to prepare for a math competition during the winter vacation.

Yuan Yuan and Gu Yang's eyes were red with envy, and they were also very sad. If Fu Yixing didn't write math and physics homework, they wouldn't have to copy homework.

I advised them to study hard, Boss Xie said that some basic homework can be appropriately exempted for the top five students with total scores this time.

My grades are stable in the top ten in the class, but whether I can get into the top five depends entirely on the test status.

Fu Yixing paid special attention to my studies this time. He was determined not to let Yuan Yuan and Gu Yang have the opportunity to copy my homework. Two weekends before the exam, he caught me in my room and gave me a rough math lesson. He just stared at me. Ask me to do the last question-usually I have to give up strategically, and usually only do the first question.

I don't know if it's because of Fu Yixing's good explanations, or because I'm talented and intelligent. I seem to have opened up, and under the intensive training, I have a little inspiration for various topics.

On the day of the exam, he said to me, "Keke, I'm in a very complicated mood now. I really hope that you will do well in the exam, and I especially hope that you will not do well in the exam."

Gu Yang sneered and mocked him: "You still hope for him."

I silently hope that the paper will be more suitable.

I can't close the gap with simple papers, and I can't do difficult ones.

This seemed to be the first time in my life that I was anxious about the exam, mainly because of the expectations of Teacher Fu on my shoulders.

After the Chinese test, Fu Yixing asked me how I felt. I said that my composition was good this time, and I tried my best to raise an unfathomable argument. He nodded.

I asked him if he could understand his ancient prose and poems.

Fu Yixing said, "I think I understand."

On the contrary, this statement made me very worried. Fu Yixing just didn’t understand it. If he said something vague, he might be able to cheat the score. If he said he understood, then he might have completely misunderstood it.

Faru wanted to see him play well, and asked: "The question of the ancient poem, the multiple-choice question, what kind of emotion did you express the author, and what did you choose?"

Mr. Fu kept his secret, and dragged me to the cafeteria for dinner.

I think he is too careful, I want to order boiled pork slices, he said: "It's too spicy and irritates the stomach, what should you do if you have diarrhea."

Then I said it should be braised pork balls instead, because he thought the meat bought by the school was not fresh.

In the end, I could only ask for a particularly unpalatable chicken drumstick.

I frowned and said to him, "Mr. Fu, this is just a final exam. If you don't do well in the exam, you just need to do more homework. You can't deprive me of the right to eat just because of an exam."

He said, I didn't let you eat.

As he said that, he rinsed the boiled pork slices in the soup, rinsed the red oil on the top, and placed them on my dinner plate. He looked at the lettuce on my plate, and the leaves were yellowed and worm-eaten. They were all taken away.

There were not a few leaves of good-looking vegetables left, and he was afraid that I would not have enough to eat, so he gave me half of his potato shreds, and as usual, all the darkened potatoes were left in his bowl.

It wasn't enough, so I went to order cabbage soup and brought it to me, saying: "The dish is a bit cold, drink some hot soup."

For this meal, he ate bean sprouts in boiled sliced ​​meat, lettuce and potatoes that he couldn't eat, and he drank soup with chili oil floating in it.

I ate a meal of the highest health standard in the cafeteria. It was bland, not to mention difficult to swallow, and he forced me to finish it.

During the lunch break, Mr. Fu told me like an old mother, "Be careful, especially the application questions. No matter how long the questions are, you must read them patiently. Don't miss the last question. I have shown you so many questions. When encountering a solution that is almost the same..."

I couldn't hold back and said to him, "You make me feel too much pressure, Fu Fu."

Fu Yixing immediately shut up.

Fifteen minutes before the exam, the preparation bell rang, and he went to his own exam room. Before leaving, he still said: "Take the exam well."

I was alone in the examination room, but behind me seemed to have my own army of thousands of horses.

Mr. Fu has become an old woman, so I have no reason not to take the exam well.

When school was over, the god of learning Fu Yixing finally stepped down from the altar.

The god of learning is a creature who got the wrong answers in the exam. The former god of learning, Fu Yixing, mutated into a bully, forcing me to check the answers with him.

When Lu Juyao came to find me, his jaw dropped in shock, and he was forced to listen to the standard answers of the entire paper.

This time I did well in the exam, and I wrote the last question. If the teacher is not critical, he can give me a full score.

I haven't gotten full marks in math since high school.

The miraculous Fu Yixing.

This time I really seemed to be on the hook, with close to full marks in Chinese composition and full marks in mathematics.

Fu Yixing's Chinese was not good as usual, but this time it was also higher than the average score.

It was rare for him to stand in front of the bulletin board and wait for the honor roll to be unveiled.

The top [-] in the grade are announced on the list.

After twenty, there is no hope of being in the top five of our class.

Fu Yixing's position is generally in the top ten. I have been in the top ten, twenty, and thirty, but I have never been in the first place anyway.

Except this time.

Fu Yixing is second.

I am ten points higher than him, all high in Chinese.

We both became famous again.

In fact, it is more appropriate to say that I became famous in one test, because Fu Yixing has always been very good.

But once my name and Fu Yixing's name are lined up together, it will cause a sensation.

"The two handsome guys in class two and nine, the two who danced together, they got the first and second grades in the exam this time."

"Wow, the Xueba combination."

"It's so touching. I'm the cutest CP. I don't dare to think about it."

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When looking at the list from far away, he looked tangled, and he said, "Keke, congratulations."

I know that he is not congratulating me on the first grade exam, but congratulating me on doing less homework.

What makes him sad is that no one really copied his homework this time.

By the way, I am also sad, he is in the 56th place, Gu Yang is in the 46th place, and his sweetheart Shan Yuhan is the sixth from the positive number on the honor roll, No.3 in our class.

When a teenager is in adolescence, seeing that the person he likes is so good, he is both happy for her and sad for himself.

When he saw his name halfway through his eyes, he lowered his head in silence.

I patted him on the shoulder and said to him: "It's a good thing to do more homework, maybe you will be in front of her next time."