Xie Lan was carrying that post-it note in his pocket, as if he was holding a piece of burning coal, the kind that could burn his hands to blisters. When a classmate greeted him on the road, he would just nod blankly and hold the culprit tightly in his pocket for fear of being discovered.
--The superficial sense of Chinese language does not prevent him from noticing the dark atmosphere revealed in these two Chinese love words.
Other people's love words may attract love, but these two sentences can only attract forensic doctors.
There are still two classes playing in the small playground. Class 4 did not attend today. On the court, there is still Class 12, and Xie Lan doesn't know the other side. a camp. As soon as he walked by, he glanced casually. The smell of gunpowder in the second class was full of gunpowder, and the caps were smashed on the ground. The physical education teacher asked for leave today. The audience at the side collectively "wow--" at every turn.
In contrast, the fourth class of owls has a very different style of painting. No one goes to the stadium to join in the fun. Everyone has an ice cream, and groups of threes and twos walk around in circles.
Xie Lan crossed the tree-lined road next to him and finally found Dou Sheng. The man was sitting on the concrete slope in front of the cafeteria, holding two ice creams in his hands, and stretching his long legs to empty them.
Seeing Xie Lan, he raised a smiling face and patted the open space around him.
"Waiting for you for a long time, the ice will melt." Dou Sheng handed over one of the "grape ice" wrapped in purple. Xie Lan thanked him, tore open the package and took a bite.
Pure ice, no milk at all. He has never eaten ice cream without milk in the UK. The entrance is very refreshing and a bit addictive.
There was no abnormality in Dou Sheng's expression, as if nothing had happened. He smiled and watched the game not far away with the ice in his mouth, and clicked his tongue after a while, "That's not right, there seems to be a story between Class 12 and Class 9 of liberal arts."
story?
Xie Lan followed suit, just in time to see Chen Ge colliding with a big boy.
Chen Ge looked thin, but that kind of leanness after training, he didn't suffer under the pressure of his body shape, and he even supported his hands when he sat and fell backwards. But the opponent was more miserable, and slid out sideways, his arm was rubbed red, and there was another roar from the sidelines.
Xie Lan looked a little worried, but Dou Sheng just looked away lightly, holding up the ice cream and yawning.
"Have you returned to the classroom yet?" Dou Sheng asked.
Xie Lan hesitated for two seconds after hearing this, but still took out that ridiculous post-it note and pressed it on his lap.
Dou Sheng was taken aback, and couldn't hold back his joy, "Are you really back in the classroom? You were discovered so soon, and I haven't had time to record your reaction yet."
Xie Lan glanced at him, "Hu Xiujie promised to leave the review with me. I was going back to deliver things, but I was shocked when I saw no one in the classroom. I forgot that there is still PE class today."
He feels that this explanation is not bad, the context is not deliberate, and it can make Dou Sheng not think too much.
Sure enough, Dou Sheng just nodded, and said with a smile, "Isn't this to demonstrate the correct way to trick people with love words? You have learned it. The ones you translated don't have any mental attack power at all. Only earthy love words are the strongest."
Rustic love story.
The Chinese language is so incisive, the simple four words summed up Xie Lan's complex emotions when he saw these lines of small characters just now.
He was speechless for a while before he said, "Can you make something less earthy?"
Dou Sheng smiled lightly, "It's just to break your spiritual comfort boundary, otherwise what will happen to the hardcore high school memoir?"
"Are you going to put this material in the end-of-term video too?"
"Yeah, otherwise why would I do it."
"..." Xie Lan remained expressionless, "The video is popular, remember to pay."
"It's all yours." Dou Sheng said with a smile.
Dou Sheng lay back on his back and closed his eyes comfortably. The sunlight cast two bright spots on his face through the leaves of the sycamore tree at the entrance of the cafeteria. After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Are you tired? You've worked hard these two days. Go back to bed early tonight."
Xie Lan hummed, and couldn't help but also yawned.
He was just about to lie down with Dou Sheng when an earphone was plugged into his right ear.
It's a Grassland Symphony video. I just pulled up the song "My Neighbor Totoro". It's leisurely and cheerful, very relaxing.
Dou Sheng wore another earphone in his left ear, closed his eyes and said, "I'm so sleepy, let's sleep together for a while."
"Um."
Xie Lan listened to the sound of the violin in the earphones, and vaguely discerned from it the few solitary notes belonging to Dou Sheng. He leaned back and lay beside Dou Sheng, for some reason he suddenly thought of the two cats lying together basking in the sun in summer.
The big cat, the second cat, Dou Sheng used a metaphor casually at that time, but it was quite expressive.
Xie Lan suddenly felt less irritable, as long as he didn't think about what Dou Sheng said just now, "I have someone I like".
The sun was shining warmly, but the mouth was still cold after eating ice, with a hint of sweet aftertaste.
"Xie Lan."
Dou Sheng suddenly spoke and called his name in a low voice.
Xie Lan opened his eyes, "Huh?"
The sunlight that fell from the gaps in the leaves was a bit dazzling, he turned his head and looked at Dou Sheng's side face. Dou Sheng's silhouette is very handsome, with clear lines, and his skin is so white that it shines, which sets off those black eyes even more serenely and deeply.
Dou Sheng looked up and said softly, "Feng Miao's note is not signed, but this is not the first time. I have always touched cookies in the desk hall in the past two weeks, and it must be her. So I told her just now. To be clear, she is quite cheerful, and she shouldn't be awkward for too long."
Xie Lan was stunned for a while before letting out a dumbfounded oh.
Tell him why.
He thinks Dou Sheng is a strange person, if you want to talk to him, but he never mentions to him what happened before junior high school-that is, the "bottom rebound" past that Dai You and Che Ziming they all know. But if you say that you only treat him as an ordinary friend, but take him with you in everything, even Xie Lan faintly feels that Dou Sheng spends much more time with him now than with Che Ziming and others.
"In the future, if you see others handing notes, stuffing love letters, and giving gifts, anyway, it's those things, please throw them away for me."
Dou Sheng said and closed his eyes again, "It's so troublesome, out of sight, out of mind, thank you."
Xie Lan was stunned for a while, "Seriously? You don't even think about who sent it?"
"I don't think about it." Dou Sheng refused decisively, and after a moment's pause, he said, "I probably already have someone I like, and no one else thinks about it except him."
Xie Lan's heart skipped a beat.
He heard himself swallowing nervously.
"Who, have I seen it?"
"Maybe I've seen it before." Dou Sheng suddenly raised the corners of his lips, but the smile only lingered for a moment. He quickly and carefully hid it, and said indifferently: "An unpopular public figure, but he has long since faded out of the public eye. Well, you may not have an impression after saying it."
"?"
Xie Lan sat up all of a sudden, "The person you really like, who refuses all confessions because of her, is a celebrity?"
Dou Sheng opened his mouth, "Ah. Maybe he's not a celebrity, but there are indeed works, and they are still very good works."
Xie Lan felt that his face instantly turned into a small TV, and the question marks on the screen floated in a line.
Poisonous.
Depend on.
He couldn't laugh or cry, "What do you like?"
"Forget it." Dou Sheng closed his eyes, his tone was low, but he was very determined.
It may be the most serious sentence Xie Lan has heard him say since he has known him for so long.
"In the past, I just felt some spiritual fetters, but now I am more and more sure. I like him very much."
Xie Lan: "..."
Whatever, no communication.
He lay back on the concrete floor angrily, and realized something was wrong when he was about to hit the ground. He moved too violently, and the back of his head might suffer.
But no, he braked back by himself, and when he landed, Dou Sheng reached out and put his palm on the back of his head.
Dou Sheng's palm skeleton is too large, which is proportional to his height. I usually look thin, but I feel soft when I lie down.
He could clearly feel Dou Sheng's five fingers at the back of his head.
Dou Sheng smiled lightly and said, "You don't understand even if I tell you, but don't look down on my liking, or I'll be a little unhappy."
Xie Lan was stunned for a while, "Then do you think it's possible for you to be with her?"
This time Dou Sheng was silent for a long time.
It was so long that Xie Lan thought he was unwilling to face this problem, so he said in a low voice, "I personally think there is still a little possibility, but it hasn't shown much possibility yet. But how should I say it? I think I am quite attractive, maybe one day, a sudden gust of wind blows away the clouds, and when people look up at the moon, they find that the moon is also bending down to look at people."
Xie Lan was silent for a moment, "Speak humanly."
Dou Sheng said: "He will also fall in love with me deeply."
Xie Lan: "...Oh. Good luck."
For some reason, after hearing Dou Sheng say that he likes a celebrity, Xie Lan suddenly felt less irritable.
The point is that it's unrealistic. Dou Sheng has big characters from head to toe-outrageous.
With the gentle breeze, Xie Lan closed his eyes, as if he really fell asleep for a while.
He was woken up by the sudden yelling and scolding on the playground. The light didn't change much when he opened his eyes, and he probably fell asleep briefly for a few minutes.
Dou Sheng's hand was still under his head and he didn't retract it, but Dou Sheng had already sat up, and was implicated by one hand on his pillow. He didn't sit too straight, and looked at the basketball court with a frown.
On the basketball court, two groups of boys from Class 12 and Class 9 of Liberal Arts started to fight, the game was suspended, and the two classes breathed out their mouths, and the scene was quite magnificent.
Those who played ball hit and kicked repeatedly, and the rest dragged their classmates. Brother Cao was the main one being pulled. His shoulders were pinned and dragged back, but his lower body took off in the air, and he kicked the center forward of Class Nine of Liberal Arts Class with his feet, and he couldn't be pinned down.
Chen Ge was also inside, and was also held down, but he didn't struggle too much, as if he was just a tool man who was dominated, wishing he could get his salary and leave work sooner.
Xie Lan was stunned by the battle situation on the playground for a while, then subconsciously turned to look at Dou Sheng.
Dou Sheng remained calm, and seemed to have no intention of going up. There were a few boys from Class 4 standing on the nearby boulevard, and one of them was typing on his mobile phone.
After a while, Wen Zisen trotted and brought Hu Xiujie, followed by four security guards.
"Everyone stop!"
"Stop! Stop!"
"Squat down! Hold your head!"
These voices were not from Hu Xiujie, but from the group of security guards. They separated the crowd with security sticks. squatted down.
The security guard yelled: "What are you doing! You are students! Fighting in school, is there any law?"
A girl shouted from the sidelines, "Be reasonable, Wen Jiu played dirty!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was "called on" by a group of men and women from Class Nine.
"Who is playing dirty? If you want to win, you will die. Do you want to adjust the campus monitoring to see?"
"You science students really open your eyes and talk nonsense."
A girl from Class 9 of Liberal Arts ran out to explain to Hu Xiujie, but Hu Xiujie listened with a straight face and didn't respond to her.
After a long time, Hu Xiujie reached out and ordered a few people. The players from the two classes, including the three or four boys who had just started, were all spotted by her.
Naturally, Chen Ge was also included.
A group of people followed Hu Xiujie sparsely, followed by two security guards, and the other two security guards yelled at the onlookers to disperse.
Xie Lan was almost stunned, until Dou Sheng pinched his wrist lightly before regaining consciousness.
Dou Sheng sighed, "Don't look at it, high school is a stage where it is easy to go astray, no matter how good the school is, there will always be such people and classes."
Xie Lan asked in a daze, "Isn't Yingzhong one of the top high schools?"
"The polarization is also quite serious." Dou Sheng said indifferently: "Our city's junior high school doesn't completely look at the grades. The school district is the main one. There are many who live nearby who go directly to the middle school of the English middle school. After finishing the junior high school, they go straight to the high school of our school. It's easier to get in than outsiders, so the source of students is a bit mixed. And it's not entirely a matter of student quality, basketball games are easy to get choked up, and Hu Xiujie has always advocated canceling basketball games, which is actually not unreasonable."
Xie Lan had a rough idea, but he could see clearly.
Facing Brother Cao and his gang, Hu Xiujie was much more silent than usual. She usually trains students to be like Hades, but this meeting is just business. Only when Chen Ge walked past her did she show any expression and shoved him angrily.
Dou Sheng sighed lowly, "Not everyone can get it, everyone knows it in their hearts."
Before the evening self-study class, Dai You came over and said in a low voice, "It's over, I have to make a demerit."
Dou Sheng paused when he was solving a math problem, and raised his eyes casually, "Does everyone remember the fights?"
"I'm not sure, but it is said that the Department of Political Affairs and Education has indeed opened a batch of lists, and there should be no fewer."
Che Ziming sighed deeply, and said anxiously: "Then what should we do, Chen Ge is really fucking dead, what are you doing with those scumbags, what is the reason for falling into his hands?"
Wang Gou also whispered, "I don't think he is very active in fighting. If he gets a demerit, wouldn't he be taken advantage of?"
Xie Lan put down his pen, "What is a demerit?"
Dai You said, "Students in China have files, and a demerit is a bad record. If you follow your life in your file, your advancement and employment will be affected, and some will be forced to repeat grades if the punishment is serious."
As soon as the words were finished, the self-study bell rang, everyone went back to their seats immediately, and Hu Xiujie opened the door and came in.
She stood on the podium with no expression on her face, and tapped on the podium table to get everyone's attention.
"Convey one thing to Lao Ma, the mathematics provincial training camp has been arranged. The 14-day closed camp training in summer vacation, and now every Saturday, starting from this Saturday." Hu Xiujie turned around and wrote down the time and date on the blackboard. Location, glanced at Xie Lan, "Stop Xie Lan's basic Chinese class on Saturday. Teacher Qin said that he will recommend some more suitable after-school tutoring classes for you. You can consider next Saturday night or Sunday."
When the teacher spoke to this point, Xie Lan could only agree and said thank you.
As usual, after explaining things, Hu Xiujie should let everyone bow their heads and study by themselves.
But this time she didn't move for a long time, standing there, as if she had something to say.
The owls bowed their heads and wrote a few strokes, then looked up at her again.
There is a kind of tacit silence in the class, the front and rear doors are closed, and there are only people in my class in the closed space.
Hu Xiujie sighed softly, "This year's basketball game is about to officially start. Our class has the old rules, Buddhist competitions, don't fight, don't grab, keep safe."
The students nodded one after another.
She paused for a while and said in a low voice: "Anyone who is close to Chen Ge, usually advise him a few words, let him not go too far."
Surrounded by silence, Hu Xiujie waved his hand to continue his self-study, walked to the window to relax.
Xie Lan lowered his head to figure out a difficult problem, and when he looked up again, Hu Xiujie was still standing there. I don't know if it was an illusion, but that figure seemed a little lonely, and it was completely different from her vigorous and fierce appearance during the day. After a while, Hu Xiujie turned his back to the class and looked at the report card posted next to the blackboard.
Next to the blackboard of Class 4 is the class list of the unified examination for each academic year since the first year of high school, and it has not been torn up after class division. For another example, in the first few exams in the first year of high school, Chen Ge also ranked second firmly, and also drew a horizontal line in a high-profile way, but the horizontal line stopped abruptly halfway.
Hu Xiujie looked at it for a while, then went out with a water glass.
The notice of punishment was posted the next day. Behind the glass bulletin board, there was a document with official seals and six names.
When Xie Lan followed Che Ziming and the others to look, his heart was in his throat, and he was relieved until he scanned everyone on the paper and did not see Chen Ge.
Dai You said thoughtfully: "At least eight or nine of them did it, and Lao Hu should have let go of all the less serious ones."
Yu Fei frowned and glanced at the paper again, "It's outrageous, you can still work after playing a ball, and the expulsion is over."
Even though he said this, Xie Lan obviously felt that everyone was relieved. When he went back, he finally swept away the haze and made a joke. Although Dou Sheng hadn't said anything before, he was obviously in a better mood.
Back at his seat, Xie Lan opened the planning book and shared with Dou Sheng his thoughts on the next video.
He has two plans here, one is to try to do learning content, such as opening an online math competition study room every Friday night. The other one is in my old business, music, and I want to go to a wildlife park during the May Day holiday, film the reactions of wild animals hearing music, and cut out a small musical in which animals star.
When Che Ziming came to collect the math homework, Xie Lan pulled out the exercise paper from a stack of materials without raising his head, and was about to hand it to him when his gaze suddenly fixed.
He pulled the paper back abruptly.
Che Ziming stared: "I saw it! What is that pink thing!"
Xie Lan almost passed out, but fortunately, everyone around was making trouble, and few people paid attention to it.
Only Dou Sheng almost choked on a sip of mineral water, and then laughed in a low voice, which never stopped.
Xie Lan's pupils trembled, and he tore off the post-it note with trembling hands.
--A person who is close to vermilion is red, and a person who is close to you is sweet.
He took a deep breath, grabbed Dou Sheng's clothes, "Are you finished?"
The fist hardened.
Che Ziming looked at Dou Sheng in shock, "Brother, what are you doing? You don't have to bully little returnees like this, it's mental poisoning."
"Get lost." Dou Sheng laughed uncontrollably, "It's none of your business if we're joking, I'll accept your homework."
Che Ziming rolled his eyes and took Xie Lan's paper away, "I don't care about it, my eyes are hot."
When Che Ziming left, Xie Lan let go of Dou Sheng, and silently stuffed the post-it note into the pencil case.
"Your ears are a little red." Dou Sheng said in a low voice, "To be honest, as a person whose Chinese is not very good, what is your true feeling when you see this kind of earthy love talk?"
Xie Lan stared at him, "I want to kill you."
"Don't you like this kind, but I think the imagery is very euphemistic and the wording is beautiful, such as the sentence written by Feng Miao, you can't understand it."
Dou Sheng clicked his tongue, then suddenly asked, "Then what do you like?"
As he spoke, he tore out a piece of paper and wrote two lines of English fluently--
Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.
"Such?"
Looking at those two lines, Xie Lan finally felt that the world was a little more normal.
But only a little bit.
He was confused: "Why do you want to do this?"
He hated himself more and more. If he hadn't misunderstood Feng Miao's words, he might not have turned on the weird switch on someone.
Dou Sheng pulled him to sit down, "I just want to know what kind of words are romantic for you, a person with a chaotic Chinese system like you."
Xie Lan wrinkled his face and thought for ten seconds.
He was startled suddenly, glanced around suddenly, and said in a low voice, "The one you like is not a foreign star, is it?"
Dou Sheng hummed, "It's barely counted."
"Low-key." He immediately added: "Che Ziming and they don't even know."
Xie Lan looked at Dou Sheng with sympathy suddenly.
It's getting more and more outrageous, so outrageous that it makes people feel sad, the harder Dou Sheng prepares, the more sad he becomes.
He had mixed feelings in his heart, and after a long time, he gently patted Shun Dou Sheng's back.
"Don't worry, I'll help you think about it."
Xie Lan poked open the phone and searched for the complete collection of earthy love stories.
He paused and said, "It's okay for me to find a few sentences, can you refer to them?"
Dou Sheng nodded immediately, "Okay."
Xie Lan tore off a piece of paper, and looked down at the first one.
"This one is not bad." He found one, and raised his hand to scribble on the paper--
[I am nine and you are three, except you are still you. 】
The smile on Dou Sheng's face froze suddenly.
He couldn't believe it, "So you like this kind of thing?"
Xie Lan hummed, "It's pretty good, at least it has some mathematical brilliance, it seems full of rationality, and it's not earthy."
A rare question mark appeared on Dou Shengshuai's face.
Xie Lan ignored him, and continued to copy on the paper--
[This is the back of my hand, this is the back of my foot, you are my baby]
【"I want to buy a piece of land." "What land?" "Your heart is determined."】
He said while writing, "I think these are all okay. What should they be called? Homophones? Homophones? Anyway, that's it. I think it can reflect the beauty of Chinese."
Dou Sheng seemed to have frozen, and he murmured after a long time: "Then what I did last time, don't complain, hug me, isn't it the same?"
"It's not the same." Xie Lan shook his head firmly, "You are too perfunctory. If you want to take a clever route, you have to go to the extreme, or you have a little sense of rhythm. I think parallel sentences are very good, and Chinese parallel sentences are very powerful."
He saw a good one while he was talking, and he read while copying: "With you in my dream, it is extremely sweet; with you in my heart, I am extremely fulfilled; with you by my side, I am extremely happy."
Dou Sheng opened his mouth several times, but didn't say a word.
"Fuck me."
Yu Fei, who was lying on the table in front of him, suddenly turned over and muttered, "What the hell did I do, I can be struck by lightning even if I sleep during class."
He broke down and took out his earplugs and said, "You two can be together, so you don't hurt two poor people in the world."
The author has something to say: typing on the keyboard is going back and forth in the kitchen in annoyance.
Lazy followed her and kept saying: Listen to one more sentence, just one sentence.
Typing on the keyboard: I don't want to hear it!
Just one sentence, I am writing a poem against Doudan.
Lazy Dan cleared his throat: Chickens are not as good as you, I heard you, I heard the joy of Eggy.
The silence of the keyboard.
Otherwise, you should change to a keyboard, she sincerely suggested that this keyboard can no longer be used.