Indigo

Her lips touched the tip of his nose and rubbed lightly.

Gong He suddenly sang a song, the voice seemed out of place in the quiet alley, it startled Pu Ling and Fang Xun too.

Fang Xun raised his eyes and looked over in a panic.

☆, 20

Fang Xun's gaze made Pu Ling feel as if he was witnessing the scene of rape.

He frowned, he didn't want to talk to Fang Xun, and planned to carry Gong He forward.

But Fang Xun stopped him.

"Hey."

Puling looked up at them.

Miyano snorted and buried his head on Fang Xun's shoulder.

Pu Ling felt that Fang Xun's shoulder would be broken.

Fang Xun carefully lifted Miyano up and leaned against him, then looked at him and said, "I didn't..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Pu Ling interrupted him.

Fang Xun opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Pu Ling didn't pause any longer, and walked without looking back.

If it weren't for the Gonghe hanging on his body, he would be able to walk more gracefully.

When Miyano woke up, his head hurt like he had been beaten with a wooden fish.

"Are you awake?" Fang Xun reached out and handed him a glass of water.

Miyano took a sip and looked up at him: "Why don't you go to school?"

"Today is Saturday, bro." Fang Xun clicked his tongue and walked over to do his own business again.

Miyano sat up from the bed and saw him writing something on the coffee table.

"Are you doing your homework?" Miyano was a little shocked.

"Well," Fang Xun didn't raise his head, "Why, in your eyes, Pu Ling is a student, am I?"

"I didn't mean that." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Maybe they have it." Fang Xun said.

Miyano was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about about Pu Ling.

"What are you talking about?" Miyano was a little unhappy.

Fang Xun put down his pen and looked up at him.

"My sixth sense is very accurate." Fang Xun said.

"Stop farting," Miyano said.

Fang Xun raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Then tell me, what is Pu Ling to you?"

"Yes......"

what is it then.

Miyano also paused.

Brother?Gong He is the younger brother, and Pu Ling is different from Gong He.

Friends... Sun Shaonan, Zhou Yang, and Yan Run are friends, and Pu Ling seems to be different from them.

What is Pu Ling?

"Can't tell?" Fang Xun looked at him.

Miyano didn't speak, and went straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Why are you silent?" Fang Xun leaned over to the bathroom door and looked at him.

"Get out." Miyano wanted to close the door.

Fang Xun blocked the door with his foot.

"Don't force me to beat you up in the morning." Miyano took the toothbrush out of his mouth and said expressionlessly.

"You look so cute when you scare people." Fang Xun raised his head and said.

"You are really sick," Miyano said.

"Yes, you are sick." Fang Xun patted his heart, "I like your illness."

"Fang Xun," Miyano sighed, "Don't do this."

"It's beyond my control." Fang Xun blinked his eyes slowly, "I never lied to you, really."

"You..." Just as Miyano was about to speak, Fang Xun came up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

The feeling of being bitten by a small fish is numb.

Miyano frowned, reached out to touch it, but held back.

"I really like you, can't you think about me." Fang Xun's eyes were red, as if a lot of tears were about to fall in the blink of an eye.

Fang Xun seems to look pitiful most of the time.Miyano thought.

But I just feel sorry for him.

"Fang Xun," Miyano reached out and touched his head, "study hard."

"Up every day." Miyano said again.

"..."

Fang Xun was upset, avoided his hand, and went back to the coffee table to continue his homework.

Starting from the reality of objective existence.

Everything starts from reality: when we think about problems and do things, we must take the objectively existing actual things as the fundamental starting point.

Everything starts from reality: when we want to beat Miyano and scold Miyano, we should take the objective reality as the fundamental starting point.

Miyano was drunk and didn't know anything.

So don't blame Miyano.

Gee.

Pu Ling turned a page impatiently and continued to read the political book.

The phone dinged, and it was a notification from all of Banqun Aite.

Pu Ling opened it to see.

-The physical examination next week, boys 1000 meters, girls 800 meters, everyone remember to practice hard, it will be counted in the graduation credits!

Pu Ling frowned.

He's not particularly fond of running, it should be said, hates any kind of aerobic exercise.

I have never achieved any impressive results in 1000 meters, but I have not fallen behind to the bottom of the class.

But Pu Ling still has a heart that wants to graduate well, so she decides to run home from the convenience store every night to practice long-distance running.

Proceeding from reality in everything and making the subjective conform to the objective is the fundamental standpoint for people to correctly understand and transform the world.

Pu Ling read it several times and failed to memorize it. Boringly, she opened her phone and glanced at it, only to find that the calendar had reached the 23rd.

There is one more day for Christmas Eve and two days for Christmas.

On Christmas Eve Monday, Lao Yu originally planned to use the evening self-study to hold some kind of celebration to let the class relax, but the class committee conveyed Lao Yu's idea, and the class was disgusted. Finally, the Christmas Eve event on Monday was changed to watching movies .

When choosing a movie, there was another disagreement in the class. Some wanted to watch ghost movies, and some wanted to watch romance movies, and then they quarreled again, until Monday night before self-study.

"Okay, Lao Yu said that voting decides, whichever vote is more important." Said monitor Liang Dan.

"I'll vote!" Liu Xiaorui jumped up quickly.

In the end, 25 votes for romance and 15 ghosts were sung.

"It's not because you have a lot of girls." Feng Han cut it secretly, "There are only 15 of us boys, and it's useless to try our best."

Liu Xiaorui stood on the podium and stared at him: "Feng Han, do you have an opinion?"

Feng Han quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I wouldn't dare."

The male compatriots cast contemptuous glances at him one after another.

Pu Ling felt that the movie was boring, so she flipped through Feng Han's magazine while listening to the sound, and stopped suddenly when she turned to a certain page.

There is an advertisement with red background and white characters on the page: Call for Papers Contest.

What is being asked for is not a composition, but a drawing of graffiti.

Pu Ling looked down another line and found that there were awards in this competition.

The first prize is a bonus of 5000 yuan.

What brand of rice cooker is the second prize?

The third prize is a set of comic books.

If Miyano is going...the overlapping and colliding colors on the walls of the old building flashed in Pu Ling's mind.

If Miyano wants to go, five first prizes can also be won.

Miyano flicked the cigarette butt with his fingertips, and a large string of ash fell into the ditch by the roadside.

He raised his eyes and saw three men walking out of the KTV at the front door, shoulder to shoulder.

One of the yellow-haired heads is the most conspicuous.

Miyano swayed his legs, jumped off the fence, and walked towards Huang Mao.

"Hey, he was looking for you?" A man with glasses beside Huang Mao asked Miyano.

Huang Mao groaned, Miyano didn't even give him a chance to turn his head, and kicked him to the ground.

Huangmao struggled a few times, but did not move. He raised his legs with difficulty and groaned in pain on the ground.

"Why are you so easy on yourself!" the man with glasses shouted.

"I'll give you three seconds to get lost," Miyano looked at him, then turned to look at the other, "otherwise you two will replace him."

The man with glasses stopped talking, and dragged the other man away.

Miyano squinted his eyes, reached out and grabbed Huang Mao's collar.

"Fuck..." Huang Mao frowned in pain, his anger was like gossamer, "Luo Ying asked you to come?"

"Just treat it as her asking me to come." Miyano raised his hand and slapped him on the nose.

Huang Mao covered his nose, and after a while, sticky blood flowed from the palm of his hand.

Miyano didn't give him time to rest, so he punched Huangmao again, this time it hit Huangmao's forehead, Huangmao's cold sweat broke out, his forehead might be swollen the size of an egg tomorrow.

"Let me go, let me go..." Huang Mao begged for mercy while coughing, "I apologize to her, can't I apologize..."

Miyano didn't speak, and grabbed his hair and pulled it down, and Huang Mao's face fell heavily to the ground.

"Fuck!" Huang Mao's face was smeared with nosebleeds, and he couldn't speak clearly, "I'll call the police..."

Before he finished speaking, Miyano pulled his arm and folded it back, and Huang Mao screamed: "Hand! Hand!"

"Break it for you, how good it is to break it," Miyano said close to his ear, "You can still sell it on the street and make money. What kind of skill is it to cheat a woman's money?"

The yellow-haired ghost wailed and howled, attracting the attention of many passers-by, and some even stood up to watch the excitement.

Feeling ashamed, Miyano let go of him and kicked him back to the ground.

"Don't let Luo Ying see you again." Miyano kicked Huang Mao's butt, "I heard a squeak."

Huang Mao patronized and howled, but didn't speak.

"You're blind, aren't you?" Miyano squatted down, reached out and pulled his hair again.

"Listen, listen!" Huang Mao shouted.

Miyano clicked his tongue, frowned and stood up, just in time to meet a pair of eyes in the spectators.

He was startled.

Pu Ling stood behind the two kids whose school uniforms were marked "[-] Junior High School", looking at him expressionlessly.

"What if I die?"

Pu Ling took a bottle of water from the freezer and handed it to him.

"What's dead?" Miyano unscrewed the water and took a sip.

"That, Huang Mao." Pu Ling said.

"Is the water free?" Miyano shook the bottle in his hand.

"No." Pu Ling walked to the cashier, took a notebook and shook it at him, "I will record all your accounts here."

Miyano smiled.

"You just throw him there?" Pu Ling took a notebook to pay for a bottle of water, and looked up at him again, "What if he really died?"

"I'm not Iron Man, so I can't die." Miyano said.

Pu Ling nodded, sat down and opened the geography book and began to read.

Miyano sat on a stool in the dining area and watched him.

Pu Ling looked up after reading the book for a while: "What are you doing?"

Miyano was puzzled: "What am I doing?"

"You can go." Pu Ling said.

"..." Miyano sighed, "Did you think too much of me recently?"

"I have no objection." Pu Ling lowered her head and continued to flip through the book.

"I think you have." Miyano looked at him.

"No." Pu Ling flipped the pages of the book.

"Are you reading a book? Are you tearing up a book?" Miyano clicked his tongue and got up lazily, "Forget about bothering you, I'm leaving."

Pu Ling watched him go to the door, and then Miyano turned back.

"Take two dried tofu." Miyano said and stretched out his hand to the shelf.

"No," Pu Ling showed the notebook, "You have already exceeded your budget this month."

"..."

Miyano put the dried tofu back and turned around silently.

"Wait a minute." Pu Ling took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Miyano took it with disgust.

"You don't have eyes, so you can't read by yourself?" Pu Ling asked.

"I'm illiterate." Miyano said frankly.

Pu Ling sighed, a little impatient: "Graffiti Contest, the first prize is 5000 yuan."

"Oh," Miyano turned the paper over and over again, "where did you tear it off?"

"You don't care where I ripped it off," Puling said, "I just think you can."

"What about me?" Miyano narrowed his eyes.

"You can," Pu Ling avoided his gaze a little uncomfortably, "this is the game."

"Why can I?" Miyano slowly smiled.

"You can go now," Pu Ling said.

Miyano laughed.

"Crazy, get out." Pu Ling turned around and went back to sit down.

"Hey, classmate Pu Ling." Miyano propped his arm on the desk at the cash register, pressing down his geography book.

Pu Ling looked up at him.

"Why do you think I can? You haven't said it yet." Miyano smiled.

Why do you want to keep Fang Xun.

Why do you want to live with Fang Xun?

You didn't say anything.

Pu Ling took the geography book out of Miyano's hand, and continued to stare at it expressionlessly, but she didn't understand any words.

"No reason, just tear it up casually, and throw it away if you're not interested."

Miyano watched him for a while, folded the paper and put it in his pocket, then left.

☆, 21

fog.

Miyano's half-naked body.

Pu Ling rubbed her eyes, and Miyano's back was looming in the white mist.

His mind went blank, and he reached out to touch it.

Then he woke up.

......

Pu Ling sighed, lifted the quilt, and lowered her head, stunned.

"son!"

Mom knocked on the door of the room.

Pu Ling was so frightened that she quickly covered the quilt: "Huh?"

"Get up quickly, you're going to be late for school." Mom said and walked away.

It took Pu Ling a long time to lose her temper before she managed to regain her composure.

The window was covered with a thin layer of mist, and Pu Ling got up and wiped it off with her fingers, only to find that the outside was white and it was snowing.

It's Christmas, and it's snowing nicely.

"I put the soya-bean milk in a thermos for you, oh, and a scarf," my mother picked up the scarf thrown on the sofa and walked over, and wrapped it around Puling's neck on tiptoe, "You can't freeze your neck, it's too cold today. "

Pu Ling smiled, standing on tiptoe on purpose.

"Tsk," my mother slapped him, stretched out her arms and tied the scarf for him, "my son has grown taller again."

"Measure after school." Pu Ling said.

"It's just right, I asked Uncle Hu to make you a sports suit, and tell him the size after measuring." Mom touched his head.

"Yes." Pu Ling nodded.

The snow fell last night, and there were little snowflakes floating when I came back from the night run.

Pu Ling stepped on the blanket of snow and walked to school.

A little absent-minded, still reminiscing about the dream just now.

Miyano's back.

Miyano's body.

......

He closed his eyes, as if every time he thought of it, his body would involuntarily move.

very annoying.

Pu Ling reached back to touch her schoolbag, wanting to drink soybean milk from a thermos.

"Take this?" A hand passed over his thermos.

Pu Ling raised her eyes, frowned, and took the thermos.

Yan Ze smiled, followed him and entered the school gate together with him.

"Is there something wrong?" Pu Ling closed the cup and looked at her.

"A little bit." Yan Ze seemed hesitant to speak.

Pu Ling did not speak, but waited to hear.

"That..." Yan Ze hesitated, "Is there a recent..."

"Yan Ze!" Xue Xin strode over.

Yan Ze turned pale as if bitten by a snake, and fell silent.

Xue Xin was well dressed today, and his hair was specially decorated with mousse.

"Didn't you agree to spend Christmas with me today?" Xue Xin took her hand and glanced at Pu Ling's face, "Why do you want him?"

"Can you stop thinking about those things all day long?" Yan Ze shook his hand impatiently.

Pu Ling was not interested in continuing to watch their performance, so she turned and walked towards the teaching building.

Yan Ze's question just now made Pu Ling suspicious.

Is there one.

Is there a what?

Pu Ling came to the classroom early today, and there were not many people in the classroom.

Before he put down his schoolbag, he saw a pink box on the table. Inside the box was an apple, and there was a line of writing on the apple.

-Merry Christmas.

Very straight font, you can tell it was written by Liu Xiaorui at a glance.

Pu Ling was a little tired, not because Liu Xiaorui was tired, but because Liu Xiaorui gave him a gift, and he had to return it.

Very troublesome.

Pu Ling stuffed the apple and the box into the desk, sat down, took a history book and started to read at first.

He is lazy and never recites things he can remember with his eyes.

History is easier to remember. I probably have a timetable in my mind, corresponding to the characters and backgrounds, and I can recall it in most cases during the exam. This is a more humane subject.

Geography is different. Geography can kill him.

After reading Pu Lingmu for 10 minutes, Feng Han came in bouncingly, and the first thing he did when he sat down was to open his schoolbag, and took a big plump and round apple from it.

"Hey Pu Ling, your handwriting is better than mine, write me two." Feng Han turned to look at him.

Pu Ling took the paper and pen: "What to write?"

"Write, Feng Han wishes Liu Xiaorui a Merry Christmas." Feng Han whispered.

Pu Ling glanced at him: "Apple for Liu Xiaorui?"

Feng Han smiled and nodded.

"Why are you sending apples?" Pu Ling asked.

"Christmas." Feng Han said.

Pu Ling clicked his tongue: "I know about Christmas, what I'm asking is why apples are given."

"I just hope that the person you like is safe and sound." Feng Han thought for a while and said.

"Oh." Pu Ling lowered her head, wrote neatly on the paper, and handed the paper to him.

"Here." Fang Xun stretched out his hand.

Miyano glanced at the apple in his hand: "Why?"

"Christmas gift." Fang Xun said.

Miyano took it and looked up to see Fang Xun smiling.

"Why do you keep looking at me and laughing for no reason?" Miyano asked, "It's creepy."

"You're not romantic." Fang Xun sat down on the sofa next to him, "Miyano, Merry Christmas."

Something was wrong with Fang Xun today, but Miyano couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Hey, why don't you go to school on Tuesday?" Miyano suddenly realized.

"Dropped out of school." Fang Xun said.

"What..." Miyano glared at him.

"There's nothing good, I'm a person with no future anyway." Fang Xun raised his eyebrows.

"Does your father know about this?" Miyano asked.

"I know, he has no objection." Fang Xun said.

Miyano sighed: "Then you..."

"I'm leaving today, and I won't bother you in the future," Fang Xun said softly, "Brother Yan."

Miyano looked at him.

"You are a very good person, really." Fang Xun raised his finger and stroked his eyebrows.

"Don't make it sound like you're saying goodbye," Miyano clicked, "I'm asking you, did you drop out of school if you found a suitable job? Where are you going if you don't live here? Go back to your father's house?"

Fang Xun shook his head: "No return."

Then he raised his face again with a smile: "don't worry about me."

Miyano didn't speak, just took out a cigarette and lit it.

"The meaning of giving you an apple, I hope you will be safe and sound this year." Fang Xun said.

"Just wish me a safe year? Are you being too stingy?" Miyano asked.

Fang Xun smiled and said nothing.

"Ten yuan and three catties." The old man waved a broken fan and lay on the booth with his legs crossed.

Pu Ling looked at the sky, wondering what kind of fan the old man was fanning when it was snowing.

He casually flipped through some apples with holes and scars, and carefully picked out a big-colored apple with good skin and integrity.

"Hey, don't choose, everything is fine." The old man said impatiently.

"I gave it to someone." Pu Ling glanced at him, "Of course I have to choose."

The old man clicked his tongue and lay back down.

In the end Pu Ling picked out five or six, paid the money and went to my mother's flower shop.

At lunch time, Lao Hu was indeed at my mother's place.

The two sat around and ate lunch together.

Pu Ling opened the curtain and walked in, handing her mother an apple: "Merry Christmas."

"Oh, my son gave me Christmas." Mom happily took the apple.

"Uncle Hu, Merry Christmas." Pu Ling gave him the apple.

"Thank you, thank you, Pu, Pu Ling." Lao Hu said excitedly.

"Have you had lunch?" Mom asked.

"I ate it at school." Pu Ling said, and pulled two ribbons for tying flowers from the shelf, "Lend me some."

"Why are you going?" Mom looked at him.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'll go back first." Pu Ling said as she walked towards the door.

"Ribbons, belts, yes, are for, to give, to give gifts." Old Hu said.

"Oh, my son is promising." Mom laughed.

Pu Ling stood on the balcony and looked at it for a while. The door of Miyano's room was closed, and it didn't look like there was anyone there.

He looked down at the apple wrapped in ribbon in his hand.

Forget it, put it on the balcony.

It doesn't have to be given face to face.

Pu Ling took the apple, turned over the balcony, walked through the corridor, and walked to Miyano's balcony.

After thinking for a few seconds, Pu Ling leaned over to wipe the window and looked inside.

Before he could see clearly, the door was opened from the inside.

Miyano leaned against the door and looked at him.

"I..." Pu Ling hurriedly hid the apple in her pocket.

"What are you doing?" Miyano looked at him.

"You are at home." Pu Ling said.

"You're blind, didn't you see if I was at home?" Miyano said.

"Don't talk like me." Pu Ling clicked his tongue and entered the room on his own.

"What do you want me to do?" Miyano closed the door and poured him a glass of water.

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Pu Ling took the water and glanced at the apples on the coffee table.

"Brave." Miyano glanced at him.

"Then who?" Pu Ling asked.

"Then who is who?" Miyano took out a cigarette.

"Fang Xun." Pu Ling clicked his tongue, "Why are you pretending to be stupid?"

"Let's go." Miyano said.

"Where...where are you going?" Pu Ling froze for a moment.

"How do I know where to go, I'm not his bodyguard." Miyano said.

"Really gone?" Pu Ling frowned.

This person is casual enough, coming and going are inexplicable.

"Yeah." Miyano nodded.

Tsk, I'm quite disappointed to hear that sound.

Pu Ling touched his pocket, took out the apple anyway, and put it on the tea table.

Miyano looked at the apple that was strangled by the ribbon, and raised his eyebrows: "For me?"

"Today is Christmas, but," Pu Ling glanced at the apple on the coffee table again, "I'm not the first one to give you an apple, am I?"

"Well, Fang Xun was the first one." Miyano said.

"..." Pu Ling tried hard to resist the urge to slam the door out.

"I checked that competition, and the registration hasn't started yet." Miyano said again.

"Oh." Pu Ling stared at Fang Xun's apple and nodded casually.

"You didn't bring me food again today." Miyano looked at him.

"You didn't say that either?" Pu Ling shifted his gaze from the apple to his face.

"If I don't tell you, you won't bring it for me." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Yes." Pu Ling said.

"Tell me," Miyano took a cigarette butt and pressed it on the coffee table, "What's the trend these days, why do you keep trying to put face on me?"

"Who put on face for you?"

"Anyway, you're not very enthusiastic these days." Miyano said.

"..."

"Let me guess," Miyano suddenly paused, "it's because..."

He raised his head, just in time to meet Pu Ling's gaze: "Is it Fang Xun?"

"I'm full for him?" Pu Ling said.

"Then you're admitting that you deliberately put on a show for me." Miyano said immediately.

"...I didn't." Pu Ling sighed.

"Then give me a smile." Miyano looked at him.

Pu Ling sighed: "...are you sick in broad daylight?"

"Then you laugh at night, I'll wait." Miyano said.

"Get out." Pu Ling wanted to get up and go out.

Miyano suddenly stretched out his hand and tugged at him, and Pu Ling fell down on the sofa.

"Fuck. You..."

Before he finished speaking, someone handed an apple in front of him: "Merry Christmas."

Isn't this the apple you've been looking for!

How can I give someone an apple from someone else!

Pu Ling was about to die of anger, and when she looked again, Fang Xun's apples were still on the table.

The apple in Miyano's hand was another.

Pu Ling was stunned.

"Take it, it will be safe and sound for a whole year." Miyano said.

Pu Ling looked at him and took the apple.

"Okay, let's go." Miyano said.

☆, 22

Pu Ling originally planned to go out with the apple, but when she got up, her mind suddenly twitched, and she turned to look at Miyano.

"Huh?" Miyano raised an eyebrow.

"I don't need to look at the store tonight," Pu Ling stared into his eyes and paused, "Do you want to spend Christmas together?"

Miyano froze for a moment, then smiled: "Yes."

"Then go, where are you going?" Pu Ling felt that she couldn't finish her speech, and jumped out word by word with difficulty.

"You finish your self-study in the evening, and I will wait for you at the door." Miyano said.

"It's done." Pu Ling picked a small hole in the apple.

"Yeah." Miyano nodded.

Even the footsteps became excited.

Pu Ling returned to the room, originally wanted to sleep, but couldn't.

spend Christmas.

Spend Christmas together.

Let's spend Christmas together!

Pu Ling hooked her mouth and buried her head in the quilt.

When she woke up, Pu Ling felt that she was still floating.

After washing his face, he looked in the mirror and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Why are you so young.

So excited for Christmas.

Gee.

Sure enough, it was because of being with Miyano.

In the afternoon, there was one math session, one English session, and two self-study sessions. Pu Ling was so dazed that he couldn't help reaching for the phone in his schoolbag and sending a message to Miyano, asking him where he was going at night.

Finally held back.

He had to restrain himself, he didn't want Miyano to find out that he liked Miyano so early.

He wasn't ready, let alone throw the problem to Miyano.

09:30 in the evening.

Miyano was sitting on the bicycle, waiting for Pu Ling at the school gate.

He looked down at his phone and frowned. Fang Xun's phone hadn't been connected since he moved away in the morning.

Very strange.

It is not like this at ordinary times.

Tomorrow, I'd better go to the technical secondary school that Fang Xun mentioned before, ask Fang Xun's home address, and find out what's going on.

Miyano looked up while thinking, just in time to see Pu Ling walking from a group of students.

He was wrapped in a black down jacket outside his school uniform. He was taller than the students around him, and his hair was curly. He looked very different from usual.

In fact, it was no different from usual, but Miyano felt that it was quite different.

Quite good looking.

Pu Ling also saw him and strode over.

"Why do you suddenly feel that you have grown taller?" Miyano clicked his tongue.

"I haven't measured it yet, it should grow." Pu Ling smiled, "I feel easier than ever when I run a thousand."

"Go and measure." Miyano pointed to the small pharmacy squeezed between two stationery stores. There was a height and weight measuring instrument at the door of the store.

Pu Ling stood on top.

The female robot voice said: "Now measure your height and weight..."

Pu Ling coughed, still a little nervous, after all, if he can catch up with Miyano, then he will definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

Depending on what's going on recently, I'm so excited like a child.

It's too naive and needs to be changed.

Miyano took out the small paper ticket printed out by the machine, looked at it and read: "Height [-], [-], weight [-]..."

"Don't read the weight." Pu Ling took the small note in his hand.

Really, 181.6.

I've passed 180, and I'm still in a good mood. If I work harder, I should be able to surpass Miyano.

"Have you eaten chemical fertilizers?" Miyano looked at him, "Why don't you have to look down at you if you don't pay attention."

"Nonsense." Pu Ling stuffed the receipt into his pocket, "Do you have time to visit me now?"

"Why do I feel that these words are sour?" Miyano narrowed his eyes.

"What a sour fart." Pu Ling waggled her middle finger and sat on the back seat of the sophomore, "Where are you going? We can't make it through this season?"

Miyano rang the bell and kicked off: "Let's go."

The snowflakes started to fall last night, drifted all morning, stopped for a while in the afternoon, and now began to drift again.

In order not to fall off the car, Pu Ling stretched out his hand to grab Miyano's coat, but later found it was useless, and almost fell off the back seat when passing by potholes.

So he hugged Miyano's waist.

Through a coat, Miyano didn't care much.

This man has always been very dull.

"It's here." Miyano braked, and Pu Ling's face fell on his back due to inertia.

"It's okay, you." Miyano turned around cheerfully, and touched Pu Ling's nose with his hand.

"Ah?" Pu Ling raised his eyes.

"Ask you if it hurts." Miyano said.

"The cushioning of the coat," Pu Ling said, "does it hurt?"

Pu Ling is a bullshit type of talent, never expect him to be able to speak well.However, in front of outsiders, this person is usually quiet and silent like a mute, so Miyano is the only one who gets raised.

Miyano laughed at himself, parked the car and walked on the snow.

Pu Ling followed behind him, looking up at the old building in front of him.

No stranger.

Although only the second time.

But it was the first time I played Bo'er here.

"Wait a minute!" Miyano shouted suddenly.

Pu Ling was taken aback by him, and stood there without moving.

"Yes," Miyano turned to look at him, and pointed at his feet, "Just stand there, don't move, don't move even once."

"..."

Pu Ling watched as Miyano ran into the building and didn't come out for a long time.

He sighed, patted the snowflakes on his head, and when he was about to continue walking, he suddenly stepped on something.

Just as Pu Ling was about to look down, a light from nowhere suddenly dazzled her eyes.

He subconsciously raised his arm to cover his eyes, and when his vision recovered, Pu Ling realized that there was a long yellow light line stretching from the bottom of his feet to the front of the building.

The light lines are arranged in a large square in the open space in front of the building.

If it weren't for the sudden light, no one would be able to see it buried in the snow.

"Come here." Pu Ling heard someone say in front.

He looked up and saw Miyano standing behind the square looking at him.

Pu Ling walked over in confusion.

"Merry Christmas." Miyano said, he didn't know when there was a red Santa hat in his hand, and he raised his hand and put it on Puling's head.

Pu Ling looked up at him blankly.

"Stupid." Miyano touched his forehead.

"When did you prepare?" Pu Ling reached out and straightened the hat on his head.

"Didn't you say you wanted to spend Christmas together, so I came here to prepare." Miyano said, looking at him again and smiling, "It's not over yet, come in."

The lights are on in the corridor on the first floor, and the original universe on the wall has been covered by new graffiti, and now there are Christmas trees and Santa Claus painted on it.

You can tell it was drawn by Miyano at a glance.

"I don't have much time to design a draft and get started." Miyano also looked at the wall, "It's okay, isn't it ugly?"

"It's ugly." Pu Ling said.

Miyano clicked his tongue and walked to the second floor.

Pu Ling read the painting carefully before following.

There are also new graffiti on the walls on the second floor, but there is only a curly-haired kid in school uniform, grinning.

Pu Ling watched it for 5 minutes before pointing at herself and said, "Is this me?"

"You finally figured it out?" Miyano folded his arms and squinted at him.

"How can I laugh so happily like him." Pu Ling said.

"I hope you smile as happily as he does." Miyano turned around and looked at him.

Pu Ling guiltily avoided his sight to look at the painting: "One Christmas, those who didn't know thought you were celebrating my birthday."

Miyano smiled: "Is it very touching?"

Pu Ling glanced at him.

Miyano thought he was going to speak again on behalf of the gangster, but Puling nodded.

"I'm so moved that I can't even say anything, you shouldn't be to this extent." Miyano pushed his shoulder.

Pu Ling did not speak.

Miyano is actually quite a romantic person, although the romance is a bit rough, but still romantic.

A romance that can make him suddenly turn red.

"Hey, I'm dumb, I won't comment on the master's work." Miyano looked at him.

Pu Ling hid for a while, but was still seen by Miyano.

"You..." Miyano was stunned, "Why are you crying?"

"Damn." Pu Ling was quite helpless, "If you have red eyes, you're crying, but if I have a runny nose, don't you think I'm crying?"

"Yes." Miyano nodded.

"I'm sick." Pu Ling glanced at him, then turned and sat on the steps.

"Sit down now, what if there are surprises later?" Miyano said.

"Is there?" Pu Ling raised his head and asked.

"Nothing."

"...Then tell me a fart." Pu Ling looked at him.

Miyano laughed and sat down next to him.

"Actually, I brought you here not just for the sake of