Chapter 37: dating
There are still half an hour before the end, the campus is empty, and the playground is silent.
Ruan Qingmu walked to the big camphor tree, found a piece of grassy land, and lay down lazily.
Shaking and changing positions.
He closed his eyes, letting the dots of light dance on his cheeks and eyelids. Suddenly, a shadow covered him.
He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at the person standing beside him, for a while, he was a little dazed.
turned to look at the teaching building not far away, it was still quiet, no students left the examination room.
He also... handed in the papers ahead of time?
The tall and stern boy bent down and sat down beside him.
Ruan Qingmu turned her head to look at him, her voice angrily: "What are you doing, you did so well in the test? Hand in the papers ahead of time?"
"You already did well in the exam? Then you must be the first." Qin Yuan was expressionless.
Ruan Qingmu sat up in a "high" and glared at him: "You speak a little bit bashfully, do you know?"
Qin Yuan turned his head and looked at him with dark eyes: "I want to beat you up too."
Ruan Qingmu looked at him for a while, then suddenly jumped up: "Then let's fight, you and me?"
Qin Yuan sat and looked up at him.
The slender young man stood there, with mottled tree shadows and faint sunlight behind him, his complexion white and almost transparent, his eyes looking at him were flamboyant and lively.
Like, waiting for this one for a long time.
He stood up slowly, patted his clothes, suddenly stretched out his hand, and plucked a grass clipping from the hair on Ruan Qingmu's forehead opposite.
He moved gently and said calmly: "I'm not Liu Jun. If you really fight me, I will remind you first, I know a little fighting and boxing, and have practiced regularly."
Qin Yuan looked at him, his eyes shone, as if a scorching sun suddenly reflected on the snowy mountain: "Come on, let me see Yin."
Ruan Qingmu smiled slightly and reached out to him, as if to shake it first: "Okay."
Qin Yuan stretched out his hand involuntarily, just when the palms of the two were about to touch, Ruan Qingmu's other hand clenched into a fist.
The moment he waved, his elbows and fists formed an angle, Qin Yuan was suddenly alert, and all he could see was the afterimage of a fist, just in the direction of the sunlight.
It took a moment for his eyes to be dazzled by the sun, and the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and there was only one thought left in Qin Yuan's heart.
- This man said he was perineal, and it was true.
The anger just rose, and the feet of Ruan Qingmu on the opposite side had already arrived.
This time, Qin Yuan did not stand still, almost at the same moment, his body flexibly dodged a few inches, avoiding the sweep.
This time, it was fast and fast, and her movements were concealed. She was knocking on Ruan Qingmu's chest and ribs. The knock made his mouth grin, he took a breath, and stumbled back a step.
On the quiet and empty playground, under the green shade, the shadows of two blue and white school uniforms were fighting together, and the sun was dancing around them, extremely dazzling.
…
The exam time is almost over. Most of the students in the exam room have finished writing their compositions, and they are slowly starting to riot.
There are those who wink and pass on cheat sheets, some who are bored and look around, and some who have nothing to do to look out the window.
Suddenly, a boy in class 9 sitting by the window whispered "ah".
The invigilator immediately looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing, making noise?"
The boy shrank his neck: "Someone is fighting below!"
At this time, a row of students by the window all looked out, and Tang Tiantian squinted his eyes and was suddenly startled.
Although the distance was a little far, the two boys who were fighting were wearing exactly the same school uniform, but Tang Tiantian still recognized it.
One is Ruan Qingmu who submitted the papers ahead of time, and the other... Qin Yuan from Class 1? ?
The two were fighting and hitting the ground. What kind of deep hatred is this? Obviously, a while ago, it was so good to publish a blackboard report together!
Tang Tiantian was in a hurry, looked at the completed paper, gritted his teeth, and ran directly to the podium: "Teacher, I hand in the paper."
Fang Li and Bai Jing also sat by the window, and they both stood up together: "Teacher, I also hand in the papers!"
Under the huge camphor tree, the two fallen people struggled and jumped from the ground.
Ruan Qingmu was still staggering, Qin Yuan had turned around and dodged behind him, his arm quickly stretched, and cleverly caught his neck, and then he tried harder: "Are you satisfied?"
.
He didn't speak, but Qin Yuan didn't let his guard down, instead he stepped back, forcing him to look up.
It hurts, it's almost impossible to prevent, and it's extremely bad.
Once in my last life, two people's weapons were knocked out of their hands in a head-to-head collision, and they were forced to fight like this once.
His face flushed, and as soon as he lifted his elbow, he pounded Qin Yuan's belly behind him. However, Qin Yuan had already guarded against him, and his lower abdomen shrank back to avoid this perfectly.
But when the stomach shrinks, the bottom plate is a little unstable.
Ruan Qingmu's neck was strangled, she glanced down with her thin eyelids, and already saw Qin Yuan's feet.
He raised his foot fiercely and immediately stepped on Qin Yuan's left foot. This time, Qin Yuan frowned in pain, and his steady body finally crooked.
Only at this moment, Ruan Qingmu Haobai raised her wrist sharply, held his pulse, grabbed it with backhand, and swept away with her feet, and the two of them tumbled and fell to the ground again.
Ruan Qingmu pressed Qin Yuan from above, her legs stuck tightly to his knees, and her elbows pressed his throat exactly.
He sneered and raised his eyebrows: "What about you, are you satisfied?"
Qin Yuan lay on the ground, panting violently, his eyes met the boy on him, and he did not speak.
Ruan Qingmu slumped a little, Qin Yuan suddenly shook his shoulders hard and almost got out of his hands, Ruan Qingmu hurriedly squeezed his shoulders and pressed down: "Don't move. "
During the pulling, Qin Yuan's shoulder and collar were torn off by a few inches, revealing the skin under the collarbone.
Ruan Qingmu looked down and suddenly saw the little red.
He froze slightly, a drop of crystal sweat slid across his face from the tip of his eyebrows, flowed to his chin, and fell down onto the red birthmark.
Qin Yuan trembled, as if he was scalded.
He looked down at the place on his chest, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
In the trees in September, the cicadas are not as mournful as in August.
The sun is sparse and still dazzling.
Ruan Qingmu slowly let go of his hand, he stretched out his finger, as if to go to the red spot where the sweat was dripping, Qin Yuan's body was stiff, he didn't move because he let go, but died Stare at his fingertips.
Ruan Qingmu suddenly laughed, her voice a little tempting: "Hey, you admit defeat. If you admit defeat, I'll tell you why I'm late."
"Okay, I lost." Qin Yuan said immediately.
Ruan Qingmu was stunned, almost doubting her ears.
That is to say casually, this guy who will never admit defeat is so refreshing? Not like him anymore!
…
"Monitor, I'll help you!" Fu Songhua's high-pitched voice came from a distance.
"Brother Ruan, don't be impulsive!" Bai Jing's shrill cry was mixed inside.
The two turned their heads and looked at the teaching building together in astonishment.
"Sports, don't do it." Squad leader Tang Tiantian fell behind a few boys, flushed with anxiety, and summoned up his courage to shout, "You can't fight anymore..."
Ruan Qingmu lowered her head, met Qin Yuan's eyes quickly, and jumped up almost at the same time.
The corner of Qin Yuan's mouth was slightly blue, and Ruan Qingmu's neck was stuck with a red streak. The two looked at each other, and Ruan Qingmu asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"
Qin Yuan quickly looked behind him, reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and looked in the direction of the school gate.
The two of them pulled their legs at the same time and ran towards the school gate together.
The group of people running behind were blinded. What are they running for?
He scratched his head, stretched out his long legs and desperately chased after him, shouting: "Squad leader, run back around the bend, I'll pick you up!"
Fang Li stopped and hesitated: "They...are not chasing?"
Fu Songhua braked suddenly and stopped: "No?"
Bai Jing and the others also caught up, staring blankly at the two figures who disappeared outside the school gate, panting and nodding: "I think they ran happily?"
Fu Songhua scratched his head: "Then what are they fighting?"
Tang Tiantian finally caught up, and hurriedly said: "No, no, how could there be a fight? I saw that they seemed to be practicing taekwondo or something."
Resolutely can not be qualitative, it is obviously a little friend who is skinning together. Their class sports committee has been in the office a few times since the school started a month ago, and they can't go there anymore!
Fu Songhua suddenly realized, and nodded hurriedly: "That's right, squad leader Tang, you're right."
The 9th class is still experienced, they can't handle this kind of thing in the 1st class, they don't have the self-consciousness to throw the blame and cover up immediately!
…
Ruan Qingmu and Qin Yuan ran out of the school gate in one breath, and ran aimlessly along the road for a while, and finally their pace gradually slowed down.
Ruan Qingmu stopped first, panted heavily, and leaned against the tree trunk by the roadside: "Where are we going?"
Qin Yuan stopped with him, supported the tree with one hand, and calmed his breath: "Whatever."
Ruan Qingmu looked at his face, and suddenly sneered: "We both seem a bit stupid."
Qin Yuan replied indifferently: "You are, I don't."
"Who ran out without taking the exam and handing in the papers? Who agreed to fight without asking the reason? Who ran outside regardless of the 3721?"
"Isn't it all you?"
Ruan Qingmu's eyes narrowed: "I'm a poor student, it's only right and proper to do these things. Squad leader Qin, you are a good student."
His eyes were like a smile but not a smile. The porcelain-white complexion revealed a rare pink due to the strenuous exercise. The end of those peach blossom eyes was printed and dyed. Qin Yuan glanced over and suddenly thought of a screen.
"What's the meaning of your WeChat profile picture?" he asked suddenly.
Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment.
The original avatar was too sad and gray. He didn't use WeChat before, so he didn't want to change it, but since adding Qin Yuan, he slowly started to add some new friends.
There are class 9 students, and even a few big idiots from class 1, such as Fu Songhua and those who often surround Qin Yuan.
It feels weird to communicate with others while wearing that old avatar. I searched the Internet casually that day, and happened to see a watercolor painting with a branch of peach blossoms swaying in the wind.
It's like when he died, under the splendid peach tree beside him, the peach blossoms shook before he died.
But he just took a peach blossom picture, not any obsession.
How natural it is for the bitter master to join forces to kill.
It is said that if you die with grievances and hatred, your soul will not be scattered after death, but he doesn't seem to have anything to let go.
—The only thing I miss is an appointment that I didn’t make.
Qin Yuan stared into his dazed eyes, and shook his hand in front of him: "What's wrong?"
Ruan Qingmu came back to her senses in a trance, looked at his face, and sighed in her heart.
"Ah, I just found it on the Internet."
Qin Yuan looked at his suddenly sad face: "Better than the past."
But also a little bad. When I saw this gorgeous peach blossom branch, I seemed to see the spring breeze for ten miles, and at the same time I saw that it was about to wither.
But this feeling makes no sense, and of course I can't explain it.
Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Then I'll use it all the time."
He looked around: "We just keep talking like this?"
This is a little far from the gate of Experiment No. 3 Middle School. There are shops and restaurants on the roadside. It is noon. Wisps of greedy worms that hook people.
Qin Yuan looked around: "If you want to eat in the cafeteria, we will go back and swipe our respective cards. If you want to eat outside—"
Ruan Qingmu squinted at him: "How is it?"
"Then invite me."
Ruan Qingmu was shocked and at a loss: "Why?"
"You are the one who brought up the fight."
Ruan Qingmu was almost laughed at by him: "Are you too embarrassed?"
Qin Yuan nodded: "I'm sorry, you treat me, I'll pay."
Ruan Qingmu was finally satisfied: "It's almost the same. It's clearly rumored in the school post bar that you are a rich second generation."
Qin Yuan expressionlessly glanced at him: "Are you searching for my information in the post bar?"
Ruan Qingmu suffocated, and the redness on her cheeks finally faded and had a tendency to burn: "Do you still need to search? Your special building posts are pushed up every day, are you everywhere?"
Qin Yuan turned around, pushed open the door of the nearest small restaurant, faced the air-conditioning blowing in his face, and turned his head: "Aren't you and me who were pushed on the homepage?"
Ruan Qingmu stumbled directly on the threshold: "…"
Fuck, he's looking at that post too!
In the beginning, they only recorded their conflicts and fights, but gradually it became more and more strange. The photos of the board newspapers were also uploaded, and the photos of the cafeteria meeting were also posted.
What did those girls say one by one, what "double A confrontation", what "gear of fate", all the other people in the photo were smashed, and there were little stars scattered among them and be careful.
What kind of mess, what is "Qin Xueba has A and desire", what is "soft balsa can be A and O", full of black words, just like a cut in Jianghu, harmful He checked the Internet for a long time.
He just has no money. If he has money, he should find a killer—no, a computer expert, black out all those speeches that said he was O, and only those who said he was A!