The love between a bad girl and an honor student - Jialing Pingaer's "Boyfriend".
On the boulevard leading to the playground, a few willow shirts were planted to shade the sun. The teenagers in the huge shadow of the willow shirt clinged to the red wall of Mingde Middle School, and suddenly broke out with a burst of excitement that could not be hidden. "It's coming, it's coming! "On the gravel road next to the library, a girl in a gray checkered skirt slowly passed by. "It's from this angle that I can see her breasts clearly. Ditched? "Tsk, that's big. ”
I really want to go over the wall and see if she's wearing a hit under her short skirt....The lewd laughter mixed with the suffocating smell of sweat rippled out of the forest. The girl stopped, looked at the wall, and smiled slowly. "Want to see it? The startled boy blushed at the girl's smile. The girl's hands hanging down at the knees slid little by little, approaching the hem of the skirt at a slow and provocative pace, making an upward movement.
The boy's Adam's apple floated up and down, and he swallowed unconsciously. In the next second, the silver brilliance flashed in front of him, and his forehead was hit by something, and the young man fell off the wall in embarrassment. "Blood! Bleeding! ", whatever, third-rate school. Child! Waiting for Lao Tzu to kill you! "Forget it, let's go to the infirmary to stop the bleeding first......The scolding voice was far away, and the girl climbed over the wall neatly, and shouted to the boy who was lying on the grass with a book covering his face, and did not make a sound from beginning to end: "Hey, throw me what you have at hand." ”
The boy in a white shirt and black trousers opened his book, squinted in the golden sunlight, and saw clearly what had fallen on his hand, a silver lighter. Seeing his face, the girl was stunned for about three seconds, and then put on a standard playful look: "Hey, how about being my boyfriend?" The boy raised his eyes, and his gaze swept over the badge on the chest of the girl's gray school uniform, Mingcheng Middle School. One word difference, one is a private school park attended by the children of the wealthy in Hong Kong City, and the other is a third-rate middle school known for its poor school spirit and poor production.
One wall, two worlds. He frowned silently.
When the bell rang, Jiang Yan's hand in the schoolbag paused, and his fingertips touched a bright and cold object. The lighter left by the girl. "I'll give it to you, when I come to you. The girl who talked to herself disappeared like the wind for many days.
Jiang Yan felt the recessed piece on the back of the lighter, turned it over, and engraved a small word on it, Zhou. A custom-made model from a well-known brand is worth a lot of money, and his father also has one. The driver's ** called, Jiang Yan threw it casually and threw it into the depths of his schoolbag. "Young master, I heard that you won the first prize in this competition, and the lord and lady were very happy and asked me to prepare a gift for you. "Hmm. Probably because his tone was too cold, the driver said again: "It's in the back seat, you can open it and take a look." "Hmm. The young man in the rearview mirror did not move, and the driver sighed silently and did not speak again.
The black body slid into the traffic and slowly drove towards the mid-mountain. "Hey, young master, there's someone in the back. "There are too few mid-level villas belonging to the Jiang family, and there were not even a few cars in the past, but a bicycle suddenly appeared at this moment. The driver was a little surprised. "Young master, it seems that he is chasing us, and he is still a girl. ”
Leave her alone and keep driving. Jiang Yantou didn't go back to the tunnel. The August sunset dyed the sky red, the green hair oil of the eucommia trees on the side of the road seemed to be dripping down in the next second, and the outside air isolated from the car windows was scorching and tumbling. The next day, on the driveway of the villa in the middle of the mountain, the girl's bicycle appeared again.
Day 3, Day 4 ......The driver couldn't help but speak: "Young master, on such a hot day, that girl .......""Leave her alone. It's still a repetitive word. On the way home on the seventh day, there was silence in the car, and the air was suffocatingly silent. The ghost sent the gods, Jiang Yan glanced back. There is not a single shadow.
Day after day, the backwater of school life finally ushered in the long-awaited summer festival for most students. The thin and tall squad leader took the trouble to stand on the podium to preach the arrangement of the program, and Jiang Yan looked at the unchanged clouds outside the window, and was distracted.
Who is going to borrow the Old Auditorium? "I'm coming! "The one who buys things? "Me and Wang Qi! "What about the transporters?" There was no answer. Dirty and tired, and running to the old warehouse to the west, no one wants to do such a job.
That. The son was tied up in the old warehouse, so no one would find out......"Shhh......hThe desk in the back of the classroom suddenly toppled over, and the boy behind the desk with gauze wrapped around his forehead fell to the ground in shock. When it became clear who was kicking the desk, the entire classroom fell into a deathly silence.
Jiang Yan. Even in Mingde Middle School, where the rich and powerful are everywhere, he is still the one who cannot be provoked. Jiang Yan retracted his feet, didn't look at the boy lying on the ground wailing, looked at the squad leader on the podium, and said word by word: "I'll come." "What? "Handling equipment. ”
Zhou Xiao opened her eyes in the storage room full of waste equipment, her eyes were covered with dust, and the spider webs falling above her head stuck to her cheeks, very itchy, but her limbs were tightly bound by ropes and she couldn't move. Mingcheng Middle School, where management is loose and students skip classes at every turn, no one will notice her disappearance. It's really planted this time, Mingde's rabbit cubs, she remembers. - Click. With a slight thud, the door opened. Zhou Xiao raised his head vigilantly. For the first time, Jiang Yan knew that there were such dilapidated and decaying corners in the bright and clean Mingde Middle School, hidden in the depths of the dark and damp old warehouse. The dust in the air tickled his throat.
Discarded badminton rackets, basketball and volleyball scattered all over the place, and a girl lying on a broken mat**. The long hair was scattered, the shirt came out of the skirt, and the shoe on the left foot was lost unconsciously. The light came in, the corners of his bruised lips raised slightly, and he looked at him and smiled: "Boyfriend, are you coming to pick me up?" "The voice is hoarse.
It should have been extremely embarrassing, but she laughed. Laughing damn good-looking. Jiang Yan remembered that he had seen the same smile somewhere before.
In the deep alleys, tattooed, mature and charming little sisters fight. At a glance, he saw the girl who was surrounded by **, with one against five, with neat fists and feet, and after beating down a piece with amazing momentum, he spat at blood foam, and smiled proudly and disdainfully: "Come again." The same bruised corners of the mouth, the same overly bright smile. It's like a rose blooming in a corner that no one knows, weird and bewitching.
Jiang Yan pursed his lips, and the arc between his throat slidied. When he leaned down to untie her hands and feet, Zhou Xiao made an unexpected move. She stuck out the tip of her tongue a little and licked his face. Salty. It was the sweat of the teenager rolling down against the scorching summer sun. Jiang Yan's body stiffened, and then he untied the rope silently. With both hands free, Zhou Xiao naturally hugged his shoulders and snuggled into his arms.
In this posture, Jiang Yan picked up the person and walked towards the light step by step.
The last night of the summer festival. In the fireworks falling from the sky, Zhou Xiao kissed Jiang Yan for the first time. In the empty classroom, Jiang Yan pressed her against the cabinet, pressed her waist with his hand, and pushed her into his arms. Hold the back of her head with one hand, pinch her chin with the other, bow your head, and kiss her hard. Zhou Xiao stuck out his tongue and responded to him warmly. A moist liquid ran down the corners of her lips, sliding down her graceful neckline and into the thin school uniform shirt. Zhou Xiao slowly unbuttoned his school uniform shirt.
Jiang Yan paused, felt her softness, and moved his lips away with difficulty. "What's wrong? Zhou Xiao opened his misty eyes and looked at him. Jiang Yan calmed down and gasped, and re-tied her buttons one by one.
Don't you want to see a fireworks display? Jiang Yan took her hand and came to the window. Tens of thousands of fireworks, for a whole hour, dyed the sky as bright as day. There will never be a summer festival at Mingcheng Middle School, and there will be no fireworks display. "By the way, what about the token of love I gave you? Looking at the fireworks, Zhou Xiao asked.
"What? Zhou Xiao turned his head, a little angry. "Lighters! Jiang Yan paused: "Throw it away." Zhou Xiao shook off his hand, "Break up." Jiang Yan chuckled lowly, pulled her face back, and stuffed something into her palm. "It's still there, I've always carried it. ”
Zhou Xiao's eyes reflected the fireworks, shining brightly. The boys and girls around the bonfire downstairs suddenly sang a song: "In the summer rain, the goldfish fireworks that have fallen, in the strong light, my eyes are a little flowery, no matter what words can not express my love, for a moment it seems to reflect your gentle face...
Girlfriend. "Hmm. "What did you just say? ”
It's nothing. "Hee-hee, boyfriend, I hear you. ”