Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Another piece of music sounded on the stage, and it spread into Kuwahara's ears from afar.He sat with his head buried in the corner, tightly clutching the half-empty mineral water bottle in his hand, big drops of sweat rolling down his skin and falling from the shadows, as if he was crying.

Feng Zhizhi stood at the corner hesitantly, not knowing whether he should approach or not. After a while, Qiao Juan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Give it to me."

Feng Zhizhi handed her the bandage in his hand, and Qiao Juan walked slowly to Sang Yuan and sat down, raised his hand, and removed the blood-stained dirty bandage.

Kuwahara didn't resist, the mineral water bottle fell with a clatter and rolled all the way to the bottom of the stairs.He lowered his head and stared at the mobile phone on his lap, the screen was black, and he didn't know who he was waiting for news.

The young man's pale and skinny palms were slightly curled up in front of Qiao Juan, the edges of his nails were uneven, and in some places, even tender pink flesh was exposed; there were various unsightly scratches and bites on the joints, and the blood was still seeping out.

Qiao Juan didn't know why he made herself like this, so she didn't ask, and carefully wrapped her hands with new bandages, then rubbed his head, and said helplessly: "No matter what happens, you can Don't do anything that hurts your body, okay?"

"En." Kuwahara responded perfunctorily, without even taking his eyes off the phone screen for half a second.

Qiao Juan tied the silk scarf indicating that she had passed the selection on his wrist: "Let's take a rest and go home. Can you do it yourself?"

This time Kuwahara just nodded his head and didn't even bother to say anything.

The sound of gentle footsteps faded away, and Kuwahara sat curled up in a corner, waiting until his body was slightly numb, and the phone screen finally turned on.

"it is good."

Fu Zhihuai said yes.

Kuwabara smiled with the corners of his mouth turned up, tears suddenly fell down, and he couldn't wipe them clean.He silently read this reply several times, and when he lowered his head, he saw the silk scarf on his wrist, so he leaned closer and kissed her.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but Kuwahara gets up earlier and earlier.He regularly runs around the neighborhood twice in the morning every day, eats very little for every meal, and spends all his spare time practicing dancing, just like a lunatic.

Sang Zhuer almost couldn't help but wanted to scold him, and then asked Qiao Juan to disqualify him, but seeing her younger brother's face getting thinner, she couldn't bear it anymore.

... Kuwahara has persisted for so long, it would be too cold-blooded to suddenly ruin all his previous efforts.So, no matter how distressed she was, she could only watch, and try to coax this brat to eat more, lest one day she really lose weight into a stick of firewood.

Once Sang Zhuer also thought of Fu Zhihuai, but she didn't contact him in the end.If Fu Zhihuai really cared about Kuang Yuan, it was not her turn to worry about it from the beginning.

Sang Zhuer even regretted going to find Fu Zhihuai earlier, the boy was obviously more cruel than she imagined.She shouldn't meddle in other people's feelings at will, but seeing her brother being manipulated at will, she can't swallow that breath.

On the day of Lidong, the brother-in-law who had been away from home for many days finally came back, and brought fresh venison to replenish Sang Zhuer's body.

The deserted house became lively again. Sangzhuer sat on the sofa, watching the man stupidly sticking to her belly in a daze, she was amused and giggled: "What can you hear?"

"Why can't you hear it." The brother-in-law said solemnly: "The baby is talking to me, so good."

The new life that will be able to meet everyone in four more months is undoubtedly exciting. During the meal, Kuwahara also lay down in front of his sister, trying to say hello to the little guy who will call him uncle in the future.

His anxiety symptoms have improved a lot these days, and he talks to the baby with bright eyes. Apart from being thinner, he seems to be the same as before.Sangzhu'er touched his face lovingly: "Are you tired? If you are tired, you can take a rest in the afternoon and go out for a walk."

"Not tired." Sang Yuan sat beside her: "In the afternoon...we agreed to go to Teacher Qiao's place and dance with Zhou Yunjiao. I guess I won't come back for dinner tonight."

"Hey, okay." Sang Zhuer said: "Then we should eat more delicious food at noon, so that we can have the strength to dance."

"Understood, sister." Kuang Yuan smiled at her, with a lazy and cute expression.

This cold war made Kuang Yuan understand one thing: Fu Zhihuai is rarely true.As long as you don't take the initiative to talk to him, even if it's the end of the world and there are only two of you left on the earth, he will definitely not come to you first.

Sang Yuan also decided to be ruthless once, and had to ask Fu Zhihuai to take the initiative to talk to him.But he couldn't do what Fu Zhihuai did at all, and he almost suffocated himself within two days.The aftermath of being patient for too long is that when he saw a lump of strange-shaped shit when he was walking on the road, he wanted to take a picture of it and share it with Fu Zhihuai.

On the way to the dance studio, Kuang Yuan casually took a picture of a white cloud in the shape of a heart in the sky and sent it to Fu Zhihuai: "Old Fu! Look at this cloud, does it look like I like your shape?"

He just wanted to get bored with Fu Zhihuai every day for a cold war.If the mountain doesn't come, he can go, and he can go to the mountain by himself.

After about ten minutes, Fu Zhihuai replied: "I'm busy."

"Then can you come to me when you're done?"

There is no reply for a long time.

Kuwahara wisely stopped disturbing him, put the phone back in his pocket, and stared at the cloud outside the car window.After the car drove for a while, he still turned his head and looked back, but unfortunately the love cloud had slowly dispersed.

Zhou Yunjiao came early every time for the joint dance. When Kuwahara arrived, she was dancing to the middle part of the video.

He didn't make a sound, put down his backpack and approached slowly, quickly following her movements.

From the music to the movements, the teachers put in a lot of effort to make up this dance step by step for the competition. The students selected before were divided into groups of one male and one female, and they practiced individually. The final decision was made at the time of registration. Which group is on stage.

Kuang Yuan and Zhou Yunjiao did not match very well when they were first grouped.Because the performances of the two of them are too eye-catching and their styles are not very similar, when they are put together, they seem a bit strange and incompatible.

Originally, Kuwahara was worried that Zhou Yunjiao would not cooperate with him, but unexpectedly, it was the girl who took the initiative to discuss with him about changing her style.

From that day on, they established a friendship that Kuwahara failed to establish in the fifth middle school before, and they cooperated better and better.

After dancing to Zhou Yunjiao's rhythm, the two clapped their hands and sat down for a short rest.Zhou Yunjiao drank the water and said vaguely: "I'm sure, the two of us will definitely be the ones to take the stage in the end."

"Really?" Kuang Yuan looked at her in surprise: "What a coincidence, I feel the same way."

Zhou Yunjiao froze for a moment, then patted his shoulder and laughed.After laughing, she pulled out her homework from her schoolbag to write, and said with emotion: "Oh, we have more and more homework now... It's better to go to No. [-] Middle School. I want to go to No. [-] Middle School."

"No. [-] middle school has less homework, school ends early, and the teacher is not strict... But there are fights every day, which is quite chaotic." Kuang Yuan said: "You are quite free in No. [-] middle school. You wear long hair, wear skirts and put on nail polish. ...It seems that the teacher never scolded you?"

"Because my mother specifically discussed with the teacher, saying that if I want to learn hip-hop, I have to dress up like this. I can still use me in school shows and competitions, so I don't care about it. I can't live without these things. Yes, hehe." Zhou Yunjiao shook her finger with light pink nail polish, tilted her head and smiled at Kuwahara, her tone suddenly became serious again: "We must win this competition! In the next semester, I will Mom probably will stop my street dance class."

"Huh? But the university also has hip-hop clubs, right?"

"I don't want to." Zhou Yunjiao looked at her slender and white fingers, her eyes were a little erratic: "After I graduate from college, I don't want to practice dancing all day long... I must find someone to fall in love with!"

Listening to her, Kuwahara suddenly thought of a question.

Which university will Fu Zhihuai go to?Does he have the ability to follow?Or save the country with a curve, choose another school in the same city that you are more confident in?

Accompanying Zhou Yunjiao to finish her homework, the two practiced a few more times, and improved some unsatisfactory details together, and then people from other groups came.

Feng Zhizhi is a fool who has no sense of competition at all. Regardless of his partner's eyes, he ran to look for Sang Yuan with a box of peanut crisps, saying that his parents brought them back when they returned to their hometown.

Thank you, Kuang Yuan and Zhou Yunjiao shared a piece of food, and continued to concentrate on dancing.

The number of people in the dance room gradually increased, and then gradually decreased.Zhou Yunjiao drank the last drop of water, put on her coat, tied up her sweaty hair, and greeted: "Let's go, Kuwahara, go out and eat something and come back to practice again?"

"Okay." Kuang Yuan rubbed his sore shoulders and went out with her. The night wind blew through their sweat, making them shiver with cold.

They talked and walked downstairs, Zhou Yunjiao casually hooked Kuangyuan's neck with her arms, half lying on his shoulder, laughing so much that her stomach hurts: "Hey, you are really... so interesting, really. Why didn't I find out before? Thanks Yes, it’s really a loss.”

"I didn't realize you were so funny before." Sang Yuan looked up with a smile, and saw Fu Zhihuai standing a few meters away.He froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Zhou Yunjiao, and thought that Fu Zhihuai was looking for her at first.

Zhou Yunjiao was also stunned, the two stared blankly for a long time, and Fu Zhihuai had already approached.His eyes were dim, falling on the place where the two bodies touched, there was a frightening light in his eyes.

The atmosphere is awkward.Zhou Yunjiao shuddered for a moment, withdrew her hand and asked, "You... who are you looking for?"

"Look for him." Fu Zhihuai said, grabbed Sang Yuan's arm, turned around and strode forward, leaving Zhou Yunjiao on the spot alone.

"You... What are you doing? You're not busy? Let go! It's not good to leave her alone..." Sang Yuan staggered, trying to break the hand away, but Fu Zhihuai used a lot of strength to make him feel himself His bones are about to be broken.

"What's going on, this is..." The crowd separated the two of them and Zhou Yunjiao, Sang Yuan finally gave up looking back, and pushed Fu Zhihuai depressedly: "It's not like you don't know my sexual orientation, what bottle of vinegar are you eating?"

Fu Zhihuai let go of his hand: "I'm not jealous."

"No? I'm about to die of acid." The corners of Kuang Yuan's mouth could not stop rising, Fu Zhihuai stopped and turned to look at him: "No. Because there is nothing to be jealous of."

His eyes were clear and calm, which was indeed different from the time in the corridor a long time ago.Kuwahara's smile was a little stiff, he clenched his palms, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't say it out and verify it with Fu Zhihuai.

As long as Fu Zhihuai doesn't take the initiative to speak, he will stubbornly let that premonition rot in his heart, and continue to pretend that he didn't notice anything.

Just like Fu Zhihuai would never take the initiative to come to him, he would never ask Fu Zhihuai, do you want to break up with me?

He doesn't want to break up, and doesn't want Fu Zhihuai to leave.Never.

The author has something to say: Shocked!This chapter did not break up successfully...

Neither does the next chapter.

Estimated to get the next chapter =. =