school grass is not white

Father Lin, Lin Bubai, and Ji Dian lined up, sitting on the sofa.

On TV, football is live.

"Okay, okay, No. [-] has already got the request, beautiful, he walked around Berna, not good..."

When the narrator was talking about the highlights, the TV suddenly "beeped" and turned into a screen full of snowflakes, making a dying struggle.

The dirty words in Father Lin's mind reached his throat, and suddenly he thought of the two children beside him, so he swallowed them again.

After making a phone call, I found out that the Internet at home was disconnected, and someone will come to fix it tomorrow.

Father Lin turned to Lin Bubai: "No, don't your majors also need to be able to engage in the Internet!"

Lin Bubai nodded, thinking that Papa Lin wanted to entrust him with a big responsibility, so he rolled up his sleeves, ready to check the network cable.

Father Lin drank loudly.

"Well then, help me go to the next door and ask what the WIFI password is!"

Lin Bubai watched as Lin Ma secretly took out her phone, thinking that she would not be noticed, and took a burst of snap shots at Ji Dian.

He sighed inwardly, took a comic book and sat down on a chair on the balcony.

The pleasant sunlight shone on his body, Lin Bubai lay lazily on the wicker chair, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

A little feeling, a little feeling.

"Mom, take a picture of me!"

Mama Lin looked at the wheat color on the balcony, and immediately put down the phone in her hand.

"What is there to take a picture of? It's like drying bacon!"

Wheat-colored drooped his ears, and lay back on the rattan chair to read his comic book.

Discriminatory treatment, no such thing!

From an angle that Lin Bubai couldn't see, Ji Dian held up his phone.

"click"

Press the save button.

Autumn is coming, although it is still sunny, the wind blowing on the body is no longer so dry.

There are still tables full of water bottles outside the canteen, and colorful windmills strung together in boxes, spinning slowly.

Ji Dian accompanied Lin Bubai into the canteen, and stood patiently behind him, watching him pick limes.

The weather forecast is broadcast on the TV.

"Beijing's weather quality is good."

The old lady sitting at the door watched TV and sighed.

Lin Bubai picked up a lime, compared it to Ji Dian, shook his head, and put it down again.

"The weather quality in Shanghai is good."

The old lady sighed again.

Lin Bubai tied up the limes in his hands and started a dragonfly festival.

“Nanjing has good air quality.”

The old lady sighed heavily again.

Ji Dian walked to the counter, took down a lollipop, and placed it next to the lime.

“Nantong has good air quality.”

The old lady babbled.

"It's so cold in so many places, how can the crops grow ripe, and how can the common people live!"

Lin Bubai had a green apple-flavored lollipop in his mouth, and a lemon in his hand for the seafood feast later.

Under the sun, the wheat color is very happy.

Ji Dian also had a lollipop in his mouth, his pale skin swelled slightly, his usual indifference and alienation were a little less, and his air was a little more human.

When the breeze blows, the shadows of the trees move.

Two old men are playing chess in the gazebo of the community.

Lin Bubai walked forward and took a closer look, the fat old man was only left with a handsome elephant, and the skinny old man was only left with a handsome man.

Lin Bubai whispered to Ji Dian who was behind him: "What's the point, let's just draw."

Unexpectedly, one of the old men was actually called to listen.

"Young man, you are still too young."

He chuckled lightly.

"Whoever gets up first loses!"

Last night, the sheets in the guest room were taken out to be washed, Ji Dian stayed overnight and slept with Lin Bubai.

A good night's dream.

Ji Dian needs less sleep than normal people, so he wakes up very early.

He got out of bed first, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a layer of tulle drawn, and closed the thick curtain on the outside.

Strictly.

Ji Dian lay back on the bed again.

He had a cold face, but he traced Lin Bubai's face with his eyes gently.

Wheat, sunshine, tranquility.

Eyebrows, closed eyes, nose, lips, neck....

This person's dream must be a clean and pure color.

Lin Bubai has a biological clock that reminds him to get up and run every morning.

He woke up vaguely, about to sit up.

Inside, it was pitch black, with no light at all.

wrong.

It was early and it was still completely dark.

Lin Bubai scratched his hair, fell back, and fell into the warm blanket again.

Ji Dian held his breath and continued to describe his beautiful morning.

Wednesday night is the time for public electives for the sophomore year.

Lin Bubai's class is "Criminal Psychology". The old professor is kind and friendly, but unfortunately he likes to talk about it. Basically, his class is for the top students to study by themselves, and the bad students to play with their mobile phones.

The scumbag Lin skipped class in vain and went to Ji Dian's elective course.

I heard that the teacher of that class was a stern person, and was called a backgammon reader by the students.

Lin Bubai straddled his legs, and sat down beside Ji Dian blatantly under the gaze of everyone, making a soft "pop".

The white curtain of the projector was hanging down, and the female teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped on high heels and walked to the podium skillfully.

Ji Dian remained calm, and passed a piece of paper and a pen to Lin Bubai.

"Students, before class, let's do a problem first."

Lin Bubai raised his head. On the blackboard, there were many strange symbols and some structural diagrams. He squinted his eyes.

What the hell.

Lin Bubai leaned closer, "Brother Dian, what's the name of this class?"

"Advanced architectural modeling."

"Lying..."

Lin Bubai collapsed back, rested his chin on the desk, and seriously scribbled on the blank paper.

"This classmate, yes, that handsome young man, please get up and answer this question."

"Hmm..." Lin Bubai was inexplicably called out, caught off guard, and a red mark appeared on his wheat-colored face.

Ji Dian raised his head, and drew an arc on the back of Lin Bubai's hand with his cold fingers.The cold touch extends down the skin and reaches the depths of the pores, causing tremors.

"Teacher...C"

"Yes, very correct, then the guy in front of this classmate, can you explain why you chose C?"

Lin Bubai felt relieved and sat back in his seat.

"Brother Dian, thank you."

He finally knew why this teacher was called Backgammon Reading Machine.

really...

Where will not order where ah.

It's a blessing tonight, Lin's mother took the two children to a wealthy neighbor's house for dinner.

During the banquet, the local tyrant's big Tibetan mastiff was hopping around. If it weren't for a rope stretched behind it, it might have demolished the house.

The local tyrant laughed, and violently pushed the head of the Tibetan mastiff into his arms, and said in a loud voice, "This dog costs me tens of thousands a month!"

Gee.

Mama Lin snorted, and turned to Lin Bubai, "Now, do you know why I raised you?"

Lin Bubai froze in place, "Why?"

"Adian, you tell him."

The Tibetan mastiff jumped out of the local tyrant's arms, crawled on the ground and jumped forward.

Ji Dian approached Lin Bubai, warm breath on his ears.

"Because I can't afford a dog..."