Her Little Dimples

Thanks for the speech, dumbfounded. After a pause, he looked down at Xu You again.

She slid one hand down, inserted between his fingers, and clasped it tightly.

"Are you stupid?"

Xu You led him, ready to walk out of the alley, just taking his steps.

"Wait..." Thanks again, his body moved slightly, holding Xu You. He pretended to be calm, but he stammered when he spoke, "You, me, you..."

"What are you doing?"

"That's..." Thanks for saying, raising his hand blankly and touching the cheek that was kissed by her, "Why are you kissing one side, it doesn't feel symmetrical at all."

"......puff."

Xu You thinks that he is so silly that he is really cute, and he is teasing in his heart. The corners of her lips became more and more smiley, she let go of his hand, and whispered: "Okay, then you come closer."

The thanks immediately bent down and closed his eyes. His eyelashes trembled slightly and waited obediently.

After a few seconds, there was no response at all.

As he waited impatiently, he smelled a familiar and light floral scent on the tip of his nose. His right cheek was gently pressed against a hot, wet lip.

A heart thumped in his chest.

Even the dark colors are sweet.

Xu You laughed and took two steps back, "Thank you, goodbye."

The thanks narrowed his eyes. When he returned to his senses, Xu You had already disappeared. On the way back, his brain was dizzy, his soul was almost gone, and he couldn't find his way several times.

When he got home, he hummed a song of thanks and threw the key aside.

The lights in the living room are on.

He moved for a while, changed his shoes and walked tightly, and saw Zeng Qilin lying on the sofa, watching TV with his head in his hands.

A football match is playing on the TV. With thanks, he bent over, picked up a bottle of iced mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured his head up into his mouth.

"What are you doing at my house?" he asked leisurely.

Zeng Qilin glanced at him, "Can't I come?"

"........."

"cut."

Seeing his sore appearance, Zeng Qilin snorted and asked slowly: "What's the matter, you chased my girlfriend back?"

"Yup."

Thanks for resignation, he sat on the sofa, stretched his long legs, and laid them on the low stool lazily, his feet swaying.

"Tsk tsk, I was still alive before, I thought you were going to die for love." Zeng Qilin mocked.

But thank you for saying nothing. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes dropped, not knowing what he was thinking.

"correct...."

Zeng Qilin remembered the business, "Did you talk to someone called Fu Yixian..."

Hearing this name, his brow furrowed, "What's the matter?"

"do you know?"

"Yes, he wanted to **** me before, but then I found someone to **** him."

"then?"

The thank-you replied casually, "Then dropped out of school."

"But why did you mention him suddenly?"

"Ah."

Zeng Qilin lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and took a sip, "He has been transferred to the second middle school, and he also recognized an older brother."

......

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Life in school is always monotonous and boring.

Song Yifan was uncomfortable seeing the spirit of learning thanks to the remarks, and he didn't know where he suddenly surged with such a strong self-motivated spirit.

Someone ridiculed: "Aci, this is to re-behave."

However, Song Yifan felt that the resignation might be that the illness was not healed, and he could not make any sense and could only give up. A group of people thought to themselves, it depends on what he can learn.

They are not clear about the temper of thanks. How can he have the patience to be a good student, sitting in the classroom and chewing on books, it is only three minutes of heat, and it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on in a few days.

The first session in the morning is English class. The Wen (1) class seemed to be lying down, and everyone was drowsy. Several boys got up and went to the bathroom.

Chen Yue is reading the text on the podium. She is slow in class and likes to say some insignificant gossips halfway through, so most people inevitably go on business trips.

Xu Xiaocheng was looking down at the magazine with relish, and was immersed in the colorful sceneries.

The book lay openly on the table.

Someone behind pushed his back with his hand and whispered: "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng..."

"What are you doing!" Xu Xiaocheng was impatient, patted his hand on the table, and moved his head to the side, "What about the soul?"

The male student behind him bowed his head and said nothing, holding a smile. As soon as Xu Xiaocheng realized that something was wrong, from the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow stopped beside him.

Chen Yue confiscated his basketball magazine. Xu Xiaocheng stood in the seat and listened to her training for five minutes.

"Look at the countdown card below. There are still 58 days! The college entrance examination is still 58 days away. What does this mean? It means that you are about to enter the third year of high school. Why is there no sense of urgency? Still watching this in class The free books are all brought by a teacher. How come you are so different from others, like when I was in class 0, they..."

"Oh... it's starting again, middle-aged women, how can they nag so much..." Song Yifan sighed.

The same table glanced at him, "Menopause."

"..."

"Oh...."

Song Yifan said casually, "It's fun, you know I'm uneducated..."

Chen Yue put down the book in her hand, "There are so many classes in the second year of high school, so I didn’t see any more trouble than you guys. I really don’t know where so much time came. The representatives of my other class, should you all have heard it? The girls who are the first few in the old exams, they listen to the lectures every day, and do not relax after the class. You have a big gap with others in your grades, and you still don’t work hard..."

When Chen Yue talked happily, there was a commotion under the podium long ago, and there were roars and moans. Just mentioning the name, a circle of people paid their attention in the direction of thanks inadvertently.

"Hey, quit brother." Song Yifan called him from behind, his tone a little bit sour: "Tsk tsk, listening to the teacher praise my girlfriend, is there a kind of spontaneous pride, especially happy?"

Thanks for resignation and bother to talk to him.

Song Yifan at the same table lowered his voice and asked, "If you tell the English teacher that her proud disciple has been handed over by the remarks, will he pass on the spot?"

"Then I think the teacher should be made to doubt life." Song Yifan shook his head and looked over seriously.

"correct."

"The other thing is... the two people are really a bit unworthy." The same table sighed, fearing to hear the thank you speech, the voice dropped again, "I feel like the girl in class 0, this result can be successfully passed to Tsinghua Peking University. Now, after leaving school, the gap between the two people will appear, socializing or something..."

When the words fell in Song Yifan's ears, it was a bit uncomfortable. He said lightly: "You think too much."

"what?"

"Thank you, it's nice to be with Xu You."

Song Yifan had a shortcoming problem since he was a child, and he couldn't hear others say that his brother was not at all bad.

Then he added indifferently, "Besides, you shouldn't take it seriously when we talk about fun. Thank you for resigning. The family has a lot of money. Even if he doesn't go to school, he will be better than anyone else after graduation. ."

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Before the exam, the group of people thanking for resignation were still brothers and sisters, and they were divided into multimedia classrooms.

For them, the usual monthly exams are just plain and flat, and they rarely carry pens, so they can't make any waves.

But this time...

Li Jieyi sat beside the thank you speech and couldn't help but ask: "Ci Ge, it is said that knowledge has improved recently, wait for a note?"

Without squinting, he let out a cold snort, "Go away."

"Fuck." Li Jieyi scolded him, "Thank you, do you **** talk about brotherhood?"

"What are you?" Xie Ci glanced at him.

The paper was handed out, thank you, straighten the draft paper, and work hard. Others seem to be fascinated by a question.

Song Yifan just sat a little in front of him, and pointed at the direction of his thanks from time to time. He was secretly surprised...Looking at the posture of thank you, don't really want to counterattack...

To the sight of others' inquisitiveness, I didn't feel a sense of thank you at all, frowning and loosening my brows, and I was fully absorbed.

In the end, even the invigilator couldn't help but look at him a few more times. As a well-known bad student in the grade, it was incredible to do the questions so peacefully.

Usually a group of them are the masters who hand over people in half an hour. At this moment, thank you for not leaving, and the rest of them are waiting for him.

When the rewinding bell rang, the person in the first row received the answer sheet.

When he received the thank you note, he was still reluctant to give it. He stared at the person who was rewinding the papers, scaring them into cold sweats on their foreheads.

"Fuck me, thank you for leaving."

Song Yifan had already left the examination room, because he hadn't come out yet, so he waited outside for a long time, anxiously trying to stretch his head in and call him.

As soon as the resignation person came out, Song Yifan followed, nagging: "What did you write for so long, and the memorial?!"

Talking loudly, he paused and found that his eyebrows were curled in the words of thanks, with a solemn expression on his face.

Song Yifan was cautious: "You don't want to discuss exam questions with me? I told you that I can't do this...you have to find someone else."

"What are you arguing about, I'm not stupid. Forced." Xie Yu glanced at him impatiently.

"..." So Song Yifan shut up.

After a few days, the monthly test results came out.

Xu Xiaocheng's group of people feel a little uncertain. When we got together to smoke a cigarette between classes, someone said: "Look at Shao Xie during this period...we won't be able to see him on the list, right?"

Soon someone was choked by the smoke and coughed twice, "Don't, don't, don't, I can't bear this irritation!"

"Brother, if A Ci can be on the list, this will move China."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"Cei will have a meal at that time."

Several people talked about it.

Song Yifan, who had been by the side, was quiet and did not participate in the discussion.

Back to the classroom, the math teacher gave the exam papers to the classmates. A group of people swarmed up, rushing to post.

Song Yifan returned to his seat and unconcernedly picked up his test paper to take a look at the score.

32 points.

Also improvised.

Anyway, he didn't care about it, he didn't feel much. Song Yifan turned his head to look at the thank you speech, "Aci, how many are you."

The thank you speech paper was folded up. He had a faint expression, did not answer, and asked, "How many are you?"

"Hahahaha I. Fuck."

In the rest of their lives, they even discussed their achievements. Song Yifan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and shook his head and said, "I got 32 points and got a few multiple-choice questions right."

Then he saw that the expression of thanks became a little hard to describe.

"how?"

Song Yifan frowned, "Aren't you **** disgusting Laozi?"

"It's a little bit, so you go back quickly."

Song Yifan was condescending, staring at him for a few seconds, taking advantage of his lack of preparedness, grabbed his answer sheet, and took a closer look--

"You're looking for death!" Xie Ci got up and wanted to quickly withdraw his papers, his face was terrible.

"12 points?" Song Yifan was taken aback.

Thanks and annoyed: "Give me back, you **** get out of here!"

"It shouldn't be! My resignation!" Song Yifan did not laugh, and was a little bit puzzled. "I think you are very serious about writing. How can you be such a little bit hahahahahahaha, less than me?!"

Thanks for saying nothing.

Song Yifan wondered, "No, did the teacher correct us wrong, or did you write it out?"

The thank you speech was calm, and he said seriously: "I did the **** problem by myself, and I ran out of draft paper."

"This...."

Compared to Song Yifan, the words of thanks are even more confusing, "How did you get 32 ​​points on the test? I copied it?" He was still reading. Song Yifan was so compelled that he didn't even bring a pen before the test. He is tall.

"Hahahahahaha." Song Yifan coughed and said honestly, "I rely on Meng for what I did a lot of foolishly."

"How to get caught?"

"Pinch a finger and count, don't you pick it up?"

"..."

Song Yifan is extremely cheap, "Don't tell me, haha, I even threw the dice to check the calculation again, it feels quite effective."

"...Fuck."

He wanted to kick him with thanks, picked up the answer sheet irritably, and crumpled it up.

It's annoying to see it.

"Oh." Song Yifan patted him on the shoulder, and comforted, "How do you say that sentence? Don't force your fate.....We are not learning materials, let's accept our fate!"

"Don't don't don't."

Xu Xiaocheng in the back watched the whole scene, laughing almost speechless, "How come you easily admit your fate, don't be afraid if you say goodbye, let the heaven know that we don't admit defeat!"

"..."

I don't know who told Xu You about this.

Early on Saturday morning, I was still sleeping in bed, and the phone on my bedside table rang.

He slept drowsily, rolled his body with his eyes closed, and picked up the electric display without even looking at it.

"Thank you...Are you awake?"

As soon as the familiar voice rang, the spirit of the thank-you speech instantly became sober. He opened his eyes, sat up abruptly from the bed, took the phone from his ear, glanced at it twice, and put it back again, "Xu Yo?!"

"It's me."

He cleared his throat, lowered his head, grabbed the quilt, and said unnaturally: "You..."

"Do you have time today?"

Xu You paused, her voice was very soft, a little softly, "I'm going to the library today, are you with me?"

"..."

"...Thanks, don't you have time..."

"I'm here!" He got out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt, grabbed a pair of trousers casually, and put them on, "I have time and time!!! Where is it, I'm going to find you or what?"

"You slow down, don't bump into things."

Xu You was here to pack his books. Hearing the ping-pong of the phone, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, "You have a library here, I don't know where it is. We will check it out later." .."

"Good!" The voice of thanksgiving was incredibly joyous.

Xu You couldn't help but smile, "Remember to bring your math papers for the exam."

"..."