rose memory

At the end of September, a monthly exam was held.

Shen Xing's Chinese performance improved for some reason, if it was in a normal state, he must be very happy.

But now it's completely different.

After checking the correct answer, he knew it was going to be bad, and when he got the answer card in his hand, he predicted a series of things that would happen later.

When the class teacher called him, he sighed and followed.

The corridor was empty, and he followed the head teacher, walking forward with his head down.

The office door was pushed open, and Shen Xing smelled a milky scent after entering. He looked up and saw Ji Qingchuan sitting on the desk in the corner.

Ji Qingchuan held a white porcelain cup of Peppa Pig, and stirred it with a silver spoon. It was obvious that there was milk in it.

Seeing Shen Xing coming in, Ji Qingchuan put down his cup calmly, turned around, and looked at him as if watching a show.

Shen Xing came back to his senses and looked at the head teacher, who praised him a few words.

Shen Xing only saw his head teacher's eyes light up.

Ji Qingchuan frowned.

There was a "click" sound behind him, before Shen Xing could turn around, Song Yuan had already stood beside him.

The head teacher laughed even louder.

"Hahaha, thank you, classmate Song, our Shen Xing passed the Chinese language test this time in the top ten." The head teacher smiled and shook Song Yuan's hand.

Shen Xing's gaze stayed on those clasped hands, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Song Yuan suddenly said, "Actually, I didn't teach anything. Student Shen is actually very talented, but he is not very willing..."

"cough!"

The three of them turned their heads at the same time, Song Yuan got up, and he put down the cup heavily in his hand, he was the one who coughed just now.

Ji Qingchuan looked at Song Yuan meaningfully, and said, "Student Song? Song Yuan from class A, the top student in the next grade?"

Song Yuan nodded respectfully.

Ji Qingchuan shook the spoon in the empty cup, as if there was still milk in it, he said casually, "Is this still the first?"

Song Yuan: "........."

Shen Xing: "..."

head teacher:"???"

This time Song Yuan really didn't take the first place, a certain underachiever from another class became a blockbuster this time and occupied the throne.

The atmosphere was momentarily unspeakably awkward.

Shen Xing wanted to say something, but Ji Qingchuan continued to speak, and the moment he opened his mouth, it was earth-shattering and added fuel to the fire.

"Oh, no." Ji Qingchuan covered his mouth and yawned: "Shen Xing is number one in our class again, right?"

With physiological tears in Ji Qingchuan's eyes, he tilted his head and asked the head teacher.

The head teacher didn't notice the bloody storm, so he should have said so.

Shen Xing went out to eat dinner, and happened to meet Ji Qingchuan and Bai Zhou.

Ji Qingchuan and Bai Zhou sat facing each other, and the dishes on the plate were exactly the same. Ji Qingchuan didn't know what to say, but he was beaming with joy while Bai Zhou smiled and listened.

Shen Xing packed the food, walked forward, said thank you to Ji Qingchuan, and then left.

Ji Qingchuan told him to stop, and said, "I'm just giving Meng Xian a favor."

Shen Xing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yeah, thank you, Teacher Ji."

Ji Qingchuan: "And..."

Shen Xing: "What's wrong?"

"I really couldn't bear that cough. I originally planned to wait until your head teacher praised Song Yuan." Ji Qingchuan said.

Shen Xing didn't expect this person to say this, and he didn't have anything to answer, so he could only answer: "Yes."

Seeing Shen Xing's perfunctory answer, Ji Qingchuan put down his chopsticks earnestly:

"Then Song Yuan's intentions are obviously not right, you still like him, don't you?"

Shen Xing was taken aback for a moment: "What is 'return'?"

Ji Qingchuan and Bai Zhou said in unison:

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Shen Xing rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that something was about to come out, he asked, "Teacher Ji, please tell me what you mean first..."

Ji Qingchuan: "Don't you like Song Yuan?"

"What kind of 'like' do you mean?"

Shen Xing felt a headache, what and what?

"Just, just..." Ji Qingchuan suddenly realized that he, a teacher, was actually discussing these issues with his students, really...

Seeing Ji Qingchuan's expression, Shen Xing knew what it meant, and hurriedly asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Meng..."

"Guess." Bai Zhou poured Ji Qingchuan a cup of hot water, his tone seemed gentle but strange, and he said, "Take a sip?"

Ji Qingchuan drank it before saying: "Okay."

Shen Xing recognized that "Meng".

It's Meng Xian.

Meng Xianzhen, how come everyone knows everyone, and this matter is entangled with him again, it's a mess.

Shen Xing restlessly put down his pen, propped his chin with his hands and began to meditate.

The day after tomorrow was the first day of the National Day, which was also his brother's birthday, so Shen Xing wiped his notebook and wrote down a few words.

After closing the book, he sat at the desk and recalled blankly.

He thought, he didn't know what Meng Xian's feelings for him were, he didn't believe in "love" and "like" at all, he never believed in love at first sight.

But he vaguely hoped that Meng Xian was sincere to him.

It is the "sincerity" among friends.

Rather than the calculations of the Song family against him, rediscovering him is just for the last property left to him by his mother.

Meng Xian must not do it for anything else.

Meng Xian bent down to cut flower branches in the yard, and sneezed for no reason.

He rubbed his nose, went upstairs to find a thermometer, took his temperature and confirmed that there was no problem, so he didn't go downstairs at all, just stayed in the room.

The layout of the room is very particular. There are many compartments, but it is not complicated. Although the area is not large, there is a sense of mystery in layers.

Meng Xian spread out the paper and started his creation. He is in a good mood today.

Meng Xian thought that the flowers in the yard were blooming more beautifully than usual. He drew a yellow rose, and the morning glow in the sky had gradually faded. Meng Xian walked to the window and stared at the sea of ​​yellow flowers in a trance.

Before I lost my memory, why did I plant so many yellow roses?

If you like flowers and plants, why not something else, but yellow roses?

Red roses make sense...

Meng Xian carefully put away the finished painting and sat on the chair for a long time. When he got up again, there happened to be a phone call.

Meng Xian answered Duan Tingting's call, and the other party asked him when he would deliver today's flowers.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Meng Xian went downstairs gently, just as Meng Ying came up.

Meng Xian hung up the phone and asked his sister, "You came here suddenly, what's wrong?"

"Do you still remember the day after tomorrow?" Meng Ying asked.

"National Day?" Meng Xian walked down, and Meng Ying followed.

"Postponing your birthday?" Meng Xian looked up in disbelief, the clear water in the glass in his hand was slightly rippling.

Meng Ying leaned back on the chair, her eyes were full of exhaustion, she said, "Well, postpone it for a day."

"Why?" Meng Xian knew very well that there must be a demon in an abnormal situation, and it is not his character not to ask the truth.

"This can't be said." Meng Ying said lightly, her tone was even more exhausted.

Meng Xian's lips moved, seeing his sister's condition, she didn't say anything to question her.

The moment Meng Ying went out, Meng Xian suddenly spoke.

"Are you afraid that I will meet someone?"

Meng Ying sighed and said nothing.

Meng Xian looked at Meng Ying's back that was drifting away, and his heart skipped a beat.

He checked the list of gifts in advance, if there was anyone else, it was only Shen Xing.

Shen Xing, the second son of the Song family.

Shen Xing got the news that on the afternoon of the National Day, he set off for Province S to take part in the preliminary examination.

He was not without doubts, the news was only released now, and once it was released, it was such a tight day, leaving him a day to prepare, but one day, and he had to leave the day after tomorrow.

He took the time to pack his luggage.

Meng Xian posted: [Do you have time to come over to Xingyue tonight? 】

Shen Xing took the time to reply: 【I don't really think so. 】

After Shen Xing sent it, he was horrified by his ambiguous answer. He wanted to withdraw it, but felt that there was no silver 300 taels here. When he realized it, the other party had already sent another one.

Meng Xian: [That is possible. 】

Shen Xing sighed, he simply went to make it clear, if this person is not playing tricks on him, then let's be friends.

Shen Xing: [Well, when. 】

Meng Xian replied in seconds: [You can come anytime, I will wait for you there. 】

The corners of Shen Xing's mouth twitched, and he said to himself: "This is already typed and waiting to be sent, and he will definitely agree to it if he is so determined."

Although Shen Xing said so, he still smiled slightly, inexplicably, in a good mood.

06:30 in the evening.

Xingyue.

There is still an hour before the evening self-study starts.

Shen Xing stirred the orange juice in his hand, declined the man who approached him for the sixth time, and looked at the door helplessly.

Luo Fu couldn't quite smile, he pursed his lips and said, "Maybe there's something delayed."

Shen Xing didn't say a word, he came here after class at 05:30, and it has been an hour so far, if there is any delay, it is not impossible to say something on WeChat, this way, it is obvious that nothing happened.

Knew it.

Friends can't do it either, and most of the sudden kindness ends in tragedy.

Luo Fu on the other end didn't know what phone call he received, his face changed drastically, he looked at Shen Xing and said: "It's destined but not related." Then he hurried out.

Shen Xing didn't know what happened, but his heart was inexplicably flustered, he thought for a moment, and followed.

two hours ago.

After Meng Xian finished the conversation with Shen Xing, he got up and rushed to Xingyue.

The scenery along the way was very beautiful, and the sky gradually dimmed. Suddenly, a person stopped in front of him. Meng Xian glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

It's not an accident, but I'm just surprised that this person showed his true colors so early.

"Hello, what's the matter? I'm in a hurry." Meng Xian said.

The man on the opposite side gradually approached, Meng Xian didn't move, and the man didn't speak.

Although Meng Xian was displeased, he didn't show it on his face, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Can you come with me?" the man said.

"Don't act like a police uncle, I'm afraid to death." Meng Xian smiled and said, "No, I'm in a hurry to see my boyfriend." After finishing speaking, he wanted to leave.

The man on the opposite side didn't know which scale had been touched, and suddenly became furious, and said in a strange way: "Boyfriend? When did it happen? Are you self-proclaimed?"

"None of your business." Meng Xian said, the back of his head suddenly felt a pain, a beautiful woman with heavy makeup came out from behind Meng Xian, and supported Meng Xian.

He looked at the man leaning on him, frowned, then looked at the man opposite, and said, "Xiao Yuan, what should we do next?"

Song Yuan said in a deep voice, "Take it over."