First dawn

The ancient town is not big, but it is enough to play for a whole afternoon. It was getting late, and the people who had been shopping for a long time, packed rice dumplings and dried tea in their bags, and took the taxi back with the fresh breath of green grass and wild flowers.

The few people who learned the lesson from their background decided to take two cars for the return trip.Putting the backpack at his feet, Guo Da took a nap on the passenger seat, and Qiao Sui also leaned on the back seat, closing his eyes comfortably.

"It's time for class again tomorrow." Yi Xiao said bitterly, "It would be great if I could walk around like this every day."

"University first." Qiao Jue said lazily.

Yi Xiao: "Where is the test? Do you have any ideas?"

"No." Qiao Jue opened his eyes.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and at the end of the road was a sea of ​​lights, which were the lights in the south of Lianxing County. The return journey was faster than when he came, and he had already returned to the county in less than four or ten minutes.

"Guys, where will I send you?" the driver asked.

"Let's go to Xinya Road." Qiao Jue asked the other two, "Guo Da will go back to the door, and Yi Xiao will go get his dog, and I will walk back."

"Okay." Guo Da yawned and woke up from his sleep, "We'll be there so soon."

Yi Xiao got out of the car first and opened the door for Qiao Jue. Guo Da also jumped out of the car. They said goodbye at the intersection and walked towards home.

Half a day passed quickly, Qiao Jue closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the streets painted with ink and wash, smell the fragrance of green grass, the Tongzilou was still dark, and there were a few sporadic households with weak lights, living on the second floor The young couple at the end gave birth to a newborn child, and for some reason at night, they failed to comfort the child well, and the corridor was filled with the cry of the baby.

After walking two steps in the direction of his home, Qiao Jue found that everything in Tongzilou seemed unusual today. The door of Lin Chenghan's house was open, pots and pans fell to the ground, and a torn piece of paper lay on the ground In the dim light of the corridor, Qiao Jue saw the word "divorce" on a piece of debris. Going forward, at the end of the corridor, the door of Qiao Zeyan's room was also open. A dimly lit desk lamp, dimly lit, shone on the old man's face, giving him a vague sense of decay. The decayed atmosphere flowed into the corridor along the open door. The corridor was dim and the end could not be seen at a glance.

"Back?" The kitchen door opened from the inside, Xu Hong stood by the door with a bowl in his hand, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I ate it in the town. Mom, I brought you rice dumplings." Qiao Jue said, trying to reach for his bag, only to realize that he had nothing in his hands.

Xu Hong was at a loss: "Where are the rice dumplings?"

Qiao Jue: "!!!" It's over, throw it into a taxi.

In the QQ group, the few people who found the rice dumpling lost looked at each other blankly.

After the Ching Ming Festival, the weather warmed up even faster, and the colorful flowers of No. [-] Middle School were in full bloom. On a whim, the headmaster assigned each student a school badge, requiring students to wear the school badge every day.

Therefore, Qiao Jue, who was forced to act as a student on duty, said that Yi Xiao, who did not bring her school badge, was caught many times at the school gate.

"Did you read the post on Tieba, picking on Qiao Jue and Yi Xiao..." Someone nearby was whispering, which just happened to reach Qiao Jue's ears.

Posts, by the way, Yi Xiao seemed to be visiting the school's post bar when he was in class.

"Look, I said that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. It is impossible for two handsome people to get along peacefully. Both of them have good grades, and it is even more impossible for them to be friendly. The poster of the post is no good, and he still thinks they are getting along. I See Qiao Sui staying at the school gate all day long, just waiting to catch Yi Xiao for violating discipline." Another person said.

Qiao Jue: "..." He wasn't, he didn't, who made Yi Xiao catch up with the colonel's presence every time he was late.

However, there seems to be something worth looking at in the post bar.

In the room in the afternoon, the blinds separated the sunlight into rectangular spots. Qiao Jue lay in front of the desk and opened the post bar of No. [-] Middle School with his mobile phone. Qiao Jue didn't like to read the post bar very much, and he didn't know much about the news circulating in the school.

The 2G network is not very strong, and it is easy to get sleepy in the afternoon. While half asleep and half awake, Qiao Jue raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the newly opened interface of the post bar.

[Things that have to be said - the daily life of two bosses in class seven]

Qiao Sui: "..."

After clicking on the post, he found out that the poster of this post is probably a big idler, and there are many trivial things that he has forgotten, but they are clearly recorded in the post.

[Qiao Jue and Yi Xiao got into a fight between classes, and both were fined to stand. ] In a certain class last year, he secretly tied Yi Xiao’s shoelaces to the legs of the back table. Go talk to Yi Xiao.

[After the mid-term exam, Yi Xiao specially chose the seat next to him in order to run on Qiao Sui. After the mid-term seat selection, Yi Xiao forcibly pushed Guo Da away, and broke into Qiao Jue's world from then on, but it was not for the purpose of squeezing Qiao Jue, but probably because he wanted to get closer to him.

I don't know who the poster of the post is. Many things that Qiao Jue didn't care about are clearly recorded here. From the second year of high school until now, this place is full of stories about him and Yi Xiao.After entering the second semester of the second year of high school, the update speed of the poster has slowed down. Many people who follow the post are urging the poster to update. Looking at the location, there are still many people outside the school who are chasing this post, but the story does not stop there. Attracting Qiao Jue's attention, the class leader continued to write about the two bosses in Class [-]. The rules were clear and the details were touching, and many students applauded.

Whether it is the second group match or the trip to the ancient town, they are all recorded clearly and vividly.

"My God, this is love." Classmate A commented.

"The floor master is a bit out of character. I came to this post to watch Qiao Jue and Yi Xiao fight. I can't stand Yi Xiao's flirtatious behavior for a long time. I hope someone can beat him up."

"What nonsense are you talking upstairs, the relationship between Qiao Jue and Yi Xiao is not that bad." This is the reply from the host.

Qiao Jue shook his head with a smile. No matter how you say it, this classmate's writing style is really good, but Qiao Jue is a little curious, who can know such things about them so clearly.

Qiao Jue was puzzled, and turned his gaze to the head portrait of the stratum master.

Qiao Sui: "..."

The owner of the layer is named "Classmate Rice Dumpling", and his profile picture is a naked egg in a certain domestic animation. Now you don't need to guess who it is.

Qiao Jue expressed that he was in a complicated mood. He had read Yi Xiao's composition, a person who could compare the weeping willows on the bank to steel balls, why was he still making such waves on the post bar, and those things that he thought neither he nor the other party cared about. Things turned out to be clear to each other.

At the end of April, the mid-term exam came as scheduled, and the exam room was arranged according to the ranking at the end of last semester. Yi Xiao got his wish and sat in the back row of Qiao Jue, answering the questions while admiring the seriousness of Qiao Jue in the front row. The more publicized, the composition, as always, digresses.When the hand-in bell rang, Qiao Jue looked up and handed the neatly written test paper to the teacher who collected the papers. Yi Xiao poked Qiao Jue's back with a pen, but Qiao Jue didn't respond. Yi Xiao changed his position and poked it. Poke Qiao Sui's waist.

"What are you doing!" Qiao Jue dodged timidly, and asked Yi Xiao in the back row while packing up the stationery.

"I feel like my Chinese is over again, and I haven't grasped the point of the composition." Yi Xiao leaned lazily on the back seat.

"See, this is a bitch." There was a whisper from the window.

"Fuck!" Yi Xiao yelled at the backs of those people, "I really can't write, you are a bitch."

"Don't dare to act, don't dare to act." Several people ran around in a blink of an eye.

Yi Xiao sighed: "It's so cold at the top, who can understand the pain of my Chinese scumbag, Xiao Qiao, I know that only you can understand me."

"Don't dare to be that." Qiao Jue sneered, "The famous 'Rice Dumpling Classmate' in the No. [-] Middle School Post Bar can't speak Chinese well."

Yi Xiao: "...you keep your voice down." It was exposed.

"Didn't you not read the posts?" Yi Xiao said angrily, as if the things hidden in her heart were seen through at a glance and exposed to the sun.

"It doesn't mean never read it." Qiao Jue lowered his head and saw the scattered stationery and half-used draft paper on Yi Xiao's desk. He put them into the pencil case and stuffed them into Yi Xiao's schoolbag, " Let's go, classmate Mi Dumpling."

Yi Xiao grabbed the schoolbag on the table and followed Qiao Jue's pace.

"I think you're quite talented in literature, but you can't get through life and death in Chinese and composition." Qiao Jue asked Yi Xiao, "Do you know how much you can improve your Chinese score by raising it?"

"I couldn't pass the review, so it was a little better this time. Anyway, I saw that I was going to write a narrative. I didn't know what to write before." Yi Xiao caught up with Qiao Jue's pace, and walked side by side towards the school gate with Qiao Jue go.

Qiao Jue paused, and looked at Yi Xiao sympathetically: "This time I'm writing an argumentative essay."

Yi Xiao: "..."

Qiao Jue didn't mention anything about the Post Bar, and Yi Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief. There seemed to be a thin film between the two of them, and they didn't dare to move forward, and they were unwilling to retreat, but even so, he couldn't be satisfied anyway.

Wanting to take another step forward and walk to the other side, there is always a picture in my heart, that is Qiao Jue at the end of last summer, standing on the opposite side of Changhe Road, dressed in the sunset, waving to him not far away, He regards it as a treasure and seals the picture in his memory. However, people are always greedy and just want to take a step forward and include himself in that picture.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the greenery in Lianxing County is getting deeper and deeper. After a cold winter in the north of the city, it has gradually become a bit lively. The weather is getting warmer, but life is not making any progress. The casino downstairs in Tongzi has expanded its scale and opened again. It was so hot, Zhou Yao entered the casino again in the winter, and when he came out, he still looked like a fool, and the casino was booming.

Qiao Zeyan broke his leg, but struggled through the winter, lying on the bed every day, the smell in the room became more and more smoky, the voice of cursing became louder, Xu Hong frowned more and more, Lin Chenghan next door skipped class all day Not returning home, Xu Lingyue ran several times to the hospital late at night, and finally figured it out, but the divorce agreement couldn't be signed no matter what.On the other hand, Grandma Yan, in the middle of the corridor on the second floor, found a job downstairs to help the Zhou family watch the casino, and shouted at the top of her voice when she found out that the gambling was caught. The scale and momentum of crowd-gathering are getting bigger and bigger.

Qiao Jue stood on the roof of the third floor, avoiding the overgrown cacti in this season, and took off his clothes from the clothesline to dry. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the direction of the second bridge, and saw a familiar figure at the end of the bridge .