who is your baby

During the evening self-study on Sunday, Mai Yangchun was called into the office with a strong nasal voice and sudden sneeze from time to time.

The computer screen displayed the grades of the class's monthly exam, red and black interlaced, and he glanced at it, and he clearly saw the math grades that were bolded and dyed red after his name——

92 points.

The head teacher moved the mouse to the math column, and said kindly: "Hey, Yangchun, don't feel pressured this time, I mainly want to chat with you and listen to your voice."

Mai Yangchun nodded obediently.

"Look, your math is not very ideal this time, only two points higher than the passing line, but your grade is still No. 13 in our class." The head teacher clicked the mouse, "I have observed many times, your math It was okay at the beginning, but it has been hovering at this level recently, I would like to say, if your math can improve, will the total score be higher?"

Mai Yangchun held back, but still couldn't help whispering: "Teacher, I can't learn math well."

"Hey, this is a common problem of liberal arts students." The head teacher nodded, speaking earnestly, "How will you know if you don't try, right? If you have difficulties, you have to overcome them, and you can't escape. Your grades in other subjects are very good , can stabilize your ranking, but your mathematics is not superior and you are lagging behind, so you should give me a good job in mathematics first, and then concentrate on conquering the subject of mathematics for me."

This is common to all teachers.In the face of students with unsatisfactory grades, they will always think that the other party is not working hard enough, emphasizing 99% of sweat, but ignoring the 1% of inspiration.Mai Yangchun continued to nod uncontrollably.

Seeing how cooperative he was, the homeroom teacher gradually started to talk more. From the root cause to the result, he analyzed everything for him carefully, and made several requests. Before he could finish speaking, Mai Yangchun's eyes turned red. a little.

Mai Yangchun hated himself for not being able to live up to expectations. He didn't even dare to pick up a pen in math class. He spent all his self-study sessions on practice questions and made a thick stack of notes for wrong questions, but he still got such a disappointing ending.He treated mathematics like first love, and mathematics abused him thousands of times. He was sad and unwilling, and tears rolled in his eyes. Hearing the kind and loving comfort, his pretense of being strong completely collapsed, and his emotions completely exploded. The golden peas crackled and fell.

The head teacher was handing him a tissue at a loss when there was a knock on the office door.

"Ah, Xintong?" The homeroom teacher was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming, and then patted his forehead suddenly, "Look at my memory, I forgot to let you come at this time. Have you brought the materials?"

When Mai Yangchun heard the name, he shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, covered his face with a tissue and wiped it off.

Too bad luck!

How did this person come here? !

Jiang Xintong also obviously saw him, but he didn't say anything, his deep eyes lingered on his stiff back and trembling shoulders, and then walked in and whispered: "Bring it."

The homeroom teacher glanced at Mai Yangchun in embarrassment: "Yangchun, uh, why don't you wait by the side first?" The other party was crying like this, his eyes were swollen, and he couldn't stop crying, so he probably felt embarrassed to reply. classroom.

He lowered his head and muffled a reply, still with a strong nasal voice, standing with his back to Jiang Xintong.

The homeroom teacher took the information and began to look at it meticulously, for fear that something might go wrong, and he wouldn't be able to pay attention to the other two.

Mai Yangchun's mood gradually eased, he still sniffled his nose instinctively and hiccupped softly.Crying was something that made him feel extremely embarrassed, but at this moment there was someone he didn't want to see standing obliquely behind him, and the sight of the other party who didn't shift for a moment made him feel like a light on his back, and he couldn't make any movements or breathe lightly. have to hesitate.

Suddenly, a hand landed lightly on his back.

Mai Yangchun's back became even stiffer.

He felt that his brain and cheeks were extremely hot, so hot that he could push back the cold wind blown by the air conditioner, and the other person stroked his back up and down, with an inexplicable throbbing attachment and tenderness, long-lost, but very familiar.

The air conditioner next to his ear was running loudly, and the sound of pages turning was also very distinct, and his heart was beating like a drum.

In the summer of two years ago, the air conditioner in the office was blowing the low-quality lemon scent of the air freshener across his wet nose, and someone softly walked past him who was sobbing. hazy.

This summer, he was standing in the office again, with the cold wind blowing, and the unique mint-like freshness of the boy replaced the smell of lemon.

The two images seem to overlap and overlap. The boy's face and voice gradually become clearer. The indifference he met at the first time slowly melts, disappears, and is slowly reshaped into another appearance. The person beside him at the moment is patient, Peaceful, gentle and accommodating.

It's Jiang Xintong.

In the midsummer evening, the bus was so hot that he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat on his face. Jiang Xintong handed him a tissue and smiled teasingly and helplessly for the first time: "Mai Yangchun, how long have we known each other? You cried three times in front of me."

On a breezy night, the moonlight was moving, he was dancing grid, Jiang Xintong held him and said with a smile: "Didn't you realize that I remember everything about you?"

...It's Jiang Xintong.

He had forgotten too many things, and Jiang Xintong also remembered too many things, so many that he had a dreamy feeling.

Like is to bear and share together, to spoil and control, to be impulsive and restrained, to wipe his tears with each finger, to coax him with every stupid sentence, to hold hands suppressing joy every time, to love every time. A hug that gives in to clear up the suspicion, every cherished and infatuated kiss, every grid counted on the way home, every ray of sunlight mottled on the curtains, every handful of snow that annihilates the fireworks.

The year Jiang Xintong gave him was not only joy, but also love.

"Xintong, have you really made a decision?"

The hand that moved on Mai Yangchun's back paused, and Jiang Xintong nodded calmly.

"This opportunity is rare, I hope your future path is worthy of the current choice." The class teacher sighed, stopped pressing, and picked up the pen——

"Don't sign."

Mai Yangchun's voice was almost inaudible, but Jiang Xintong sensitively caught the other party's unsteady breath: "...Mai Yangchun?"

Mai Yangchun took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't sign!" In the end, he almost had a slight and fragile cry, his stiff back slightly bent as if relaxing, and he repeated in a low voice: "Don't sign..."

Jiang Xintong sensitively grabbed the opponent's wrist to see what happened, but Mai Yangchun suddenly broke free and fled the scene quickly.

The head teacher stared blankly at the door, "What's wrong...?"

Jiang Xintong endured the uneasiness and impatience in his heart, pursed his lips, and bowed slightly before he had time to think: "Sorry, teacher, I need to think about it for a few days."

It was still class time, and the corridor on the first floor was empty.Jiang Xintong's heart was cold and heavy, and his footsteps were messy and hurried. Those who were studying for self-study all looked at him curiously, and wondered how a person who is usually handsome would lose his manners.

Toilet, no.

Classroom, no.

The lights in the corridor were dimly white, Jiang Xintong squeezed his palms, trying to tell himself to calm down, and he was about to step up the stairs as soon as he raised his footsteps——

A tiny sob.

"Mai Yangchun?"

He jerked his legs back and looked around.

Under the stairs, in the corner, there is a shadow shrunk into a small ball.

His hanging heart immediately let go, and his anger and worry about this person's willful behavior were intertwined, his face was even a little harsh and violent, as if compulsively holding up this person's face: "Mai Yangchun——"

Mai Yangchun's face was flushed from crying, his round eyes were always black and white, but now they were bloodshot, the salty and warm liquid slid down his cheeks to his chin, and dripped from his chin to his clothes, he suppressed in a low voice. Weeping, like a wronged milk cat that accidentally fell into the water and got wet all over.

"...Don't cry." All Jiang Xintong's temper immediately disappeared, his heart softened into a pool of water, and even his fingertips lost strength, "Don't cry, okay? Why are you sad, Mai Yangchun, is it because of me? You What do you want me to do, can I do it well?...Don't ignore me anymore, I'm so scared, Mai Yangchun..."

Mai Yangchun's crying finally rang out uncontrollably, his tears fell down like money, Jiang Xintong only felt dense pain in his heart: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...don't cry..."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost unspeakable, and his usual calmness, lack of arrogance and arrogance disappeared without a trace, like a sick animal struggling to die, the original magnetism was crushed and could only be squeezed out of his throat Hard and hoarse pronunciation.

He leaned over cautiously and tentatively, kissing the wet marks on the other person's face little by little, "Don't hide from me, don't be afraid of me..."

Mai Yangchun didn't hide, just sucked his nose and let the other party kiss, he was rarely obedient and soft, "I'm sorry" I didn't know how many times he heard it, he felt the sadness and anxiety in his heart were being soothed slowly, so he sobbed sullenly and said: " you……"

Jiang Xintong lowered his eyelashes, heaved a sigh of relief, and slightly parted his lips.

The feeling of being uncontrollable and powerless in the face of accidents made him confused, but the culprit was always sadder and wronged than him. He only felt that the nerve endings were on the verge of snapping, and every cell was screaming——

Don't let Mai Yangchun cry anymore.

It's okay, don't cry anymore.

But when Mai Yangchun really stopped crying, he became less dependent. He restrained the loss and emptiness in his heart, and wanted to slowly support his body——

"...you hug me."

Mai Yangchun's voice was hoarse and soft, with a pitiful nasal tone, not charming at all, but Jiang Xintong couldn't help trembling, desperately suppressing the overflowing joy, and forcefully locked him into his arms.

As warm as the sun, as sweet as cotton candy.

It turns out that hugs also have flavor.

Jiang Xintong buried his face in the opponent's shoulder weakly, and said in a low voice, "...I'm sorry."

"I don't want to be sorry..." Mai Yangchun sniffed, and said sullenly, "I just want you not to refuse the walk, and promise me whatever you say..."

Jiang Xintong felt his breath with nostalgia, but did not speak.

Mai Yangchun said, "I will go to Z University."

His voice was very soft, easily dissipated in the air, but also very heavy, so heavy that Jiang Xintong's heartbeat slowed down.

"...You can wait for me at Tsinghua University." For the first time, Mai Yangchun put his hand awkwardly on his shoulders, and whispered without hesitation, "I am willing to be with you, no matter how many kilometers away. Don't Stop doing stupid things, Jiang Xintong."

The author has something to say:

My liver is going to explode, no matter how I write, I still can't write the desired effect orz is so angry that he hammers himself!