I'm a little nervous when I'm with He Qinghuan.

Several girls started looking in the mirror to make hairstyles and lipsticks.

Chen Zhao was not so self-indulgent, and he didn't have to think about it. He knew that He Qinghuan must have come for Gu Wang, and buying flowers for himself was just by the way.

Damn, I didn’t write my age or name, so I was perfunctory!

He Qinghuan stood by Gu Wang's windowsill and asked him, "How many more?"

Gu Wang's pen was not stopped, "There is still a paper."

In addition to what I was writing, there is also a math test paper.

He Qinghuan is different from them. He is a specialized excellence paper, which is not as large as others. It is not difficult for He Qinghuan to improve excellence paper. He had already finished all of it before get out of class was over.

As soon as Gu Wang finished speaking, He Qinghuan's arm crossed his eyes, hooked another pen on his table, and pulled the test paper he placed aside and directly pulled over.

He stood with the test papers on the windowsill, which were very narrow, but because it was Gu Wang's test paper, He Qinghuan was more serious than writing his own test papers.

Song Zhiyan's mind was thrust, "Brother He, please help me do it too."

Perhaps it was He Qinghuan in front of Gu Wang who seemed to speak easily that made Song Zhiyan so bold.

He Qinghuan's answers were much faster than Gu Wang. He Qinghuan was almost doing these questions. Others tried a hundred questions, but he did a thousand questions. Even Gu Wang, who had already entered the best university, may not necessarily have as many questions as He Qinghuan.

After He Qinghuan finished his work, he directly pulled Song Zhiyan over. In three minutes, he threw Song Zhiyan's test paper back.

Song Zhiyan, "..." Don't do this by mistake, but he doesn't know if it's not right.

The words on the Gu Wang exam paper are neat and beautiful, and they also thoughtfully wrote Gu Wang's name and student number. Song Zhiyan's exam paper directly flew outside the brackets, and the short answer questions were written in succession.

Song Zhiyan: This is probably love.

"It's done!" Gu Wang threw the pen and stretched his waist. He Qinghuan raised his hand outside the window and rubbed his hair. Gu Wang hid back and almost fell down with the person and the stool.

Ranran and Chen Zhao walked in front, and she asked in a low voice, "Is Gu Wang in love with He Qinghuan?"

Chen Zhao, "No, it's He Qinghuan who is chasing us."

Ranran covered her mouth in surprise, "It's impossible. Wasn't Gu Wang chasing He Qinghuan before? Why is He Qinghuan chasing Gu Wang now?"

Chen Zhao didn't know what to say, nor did he know what happened between the two of them, but he was completely standing on Gu Wang's side, he was fierce, "What, is it that our eyes are not handsome enough or not outstanding enough? What's wrong with He Qinghuan chasing him?"

Ranran pinched him, "It's so fierce, I'll ask!"

Youqing Bar is located in the bustling city center. It has not yet darkened yet, but the lights on each commercial street have already lit up and there are many people coming out for a walk, and the pigeons in the square are still there.

They passed by the square, and Chen Zhao ran in front with the cake, "Damn it, don't chase me!"

Perhaps he had the sweetness of the cake on him. As soon as he entered the square, the pigeons chased him, not because he wanted to eat it, but because he was just curious about the sweet taste.

A group of teenage girls who are in their teenagers are particularly eye-catching, especially the boys walking at the end, who are obviously not boys from ordinary families.

He Qinghuan looked at the doves on the ground, all white and gray, and flew everywhere while rubbing the ground, and liked to stay by the people who were feeding.

During the spring outing in the first semester of high school, Gu Wang ran to He Qinghuan with a bag of pigeons in his arms, "Ah Huan, let's feed pigeons?"

He Qinghuan himself doesn’t like to participate in group activities, and he is reluctant to go out for spring outings. He doesn’t like pigeons, let alone feed them.

"Don't go." He refused cleanly without hesitation.

"Okay, then I'll go by myself." Gu Wang ran away again, and the group of doves surrounded him and jumped onto his head. The boy was finally annoyed, and he grabbed the food and sprinkled around, "Don't follow me, you guys are so annoyed!"

"Are you shooting a pigeon?" Wenting walked over and asked in a sun hat.

He Qinghuan pressed the photo to save it, then turned off his phone, and said a faint nonchalantly.

A child rushed towards the flock of pigeons, and the pigeons flew everywhere, one of them flew on Gu Wang's shoulders.

Gu Wang's expression was faint. He drove the dove away from his shoulders, so calm that he looked like two people before.

The Qing Bar at night was the most lively. Shen Zhao booked a private room, on the second floor, facing the hall with a glass wall. You can see everything below from the private room, but people outside can't see it inside.

Song Zhiyan seemed to be smiling, "Zhaozi, you are quite generous."

Shen Zhao waved his hand and said, "It's sprinkling water."

Two seconds later, Shen Zhao was pressed on the sofa and beaten. He paid the money he had spent on Song Zhiyan and paid the money he had made. Today, Shen Zhao did not feel sorry for the rest of Song Zhiyan.

When Shen Zhao made his wish, he thought slowly and seriously. He thought about everyone in the box. When it was He Qinghuan's turn, he silently recited it in his heart.

"If he likes to look seriously, then I hope he can like to look more and longer than to look and like him."

It's time to Yuefeng,

"I hope I can buy raspberry cake next time, I don't like cherries."

He had promised for too long, and everyone else was already teasing melon seeds. He opened his eyes in a state of emotion, thinking that he would get a burst of applause. But he saw that they were looking at the menu, ordering songs, and looking at him was poking his cake with a fork!

Shen Zhao, “…”

Gu Wang pulled out a paper bag from his schoolbag. The bag was wrinkled. He shook it twice and handed it to Shen Zhao, "This is a gift, and singing is considered a gift."

"How embarrassed, I...ahhhhhhh!" Shen Zhao covered his mouth, "This, this, isn't this the STY coat collected by my shopping cart?"

STY specializes in business for young people. It is a trendy brand rookie. It has novel styles and prices are ahead of others. This jacket is new in autumn, and it only costs tens of thousands of yuan. For students, it is indeed expensive. No matter how rich their family is, their usual pocket money is still a fixed quota.

Shen Zhao definitely doesn't have this spare money, he also wants to buy pesticide-flavored drinks and gourd kids.

Yue Feng gave Shen Zhao another watch, but Shen Zhao didn't even look at it and threw it into his schoolbag, "Okay, thank you, next one."

Yue Feng, “…”

The shoes that Song Zhiyan bought were asked to queue up last month. Song Zhiyan loved sneakers, Shen Zhao loved canvas and board shoes. It happened to be a joint model last month, with limited quantity and time limit, so Song Zhiyan bought them in advance.

The desolate edict is humble, "Next."

Song Zhiyan slapped him on the back and almost slapped him in the back.

Chen Zhao was very surprised by the gifts left by the rest. No matter what he gave, he always acted liked them very much. Ran Ran and the others were embarrassed to see the gifts they gave, but they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Chen Zhao liked them.

After the gift was given, Chen Zhao came to Gu Wang and said, "Look..."

Gu Wang promised to sing for him, he actually lacked anything materially. Obviously, Gu Wang's singing attracted him more.

"Then you cut the cake first, I'll go down and sing for you." Gu Wang got up, opened the door and went out.

He Qinghuan sat on the side of the window. He saw Gu Wang saying something politely to the person on the stage. The man looked like a college student. He took the guitar off his neck and handed it to Gu Wang. Gu Wang lowered the wheat and sat on the stool. He didn't like to play the guitar while standing.

He was also wearing a school uniform with a school badge printed on it. You could tell at a glance that he was a student from Jinyang nearby. Jinyang was both good students or children from rich families.

The boy in front of me looks like he can't be raised by an ordinary family, but he is definitely not like the rich second-generation who usually flips his head in a clearing bar.

He can make you look at him involuntarily and then immerse yourself in it.

Gu Wang's voice will not be too low even if he lowers his voice. He is a teenager himself, and his voice is clear. If he slows down, he will sound softer and warmer.

They sing songs they had never heard before.

“Treading through mountains and rivers and lakes,

Cross rivers and streams

You said you were a little tired and wanted to stop.

Looking up is the stars, looking down is the firefly,

Don't stop,

Don't stop,

There are snowy areas and grasslands in front of them.”

This was written by Gu Wang himself in college, and he didn't know why he wanted to write it. It was raining heavily that the world was raining heavily. He came back from the piano store and wrote it down. The song was written after taking the time to finish it. He didn't expect that it would be useful.

Chen Zhao ran downstairs, jumped onto the stage and gave Gu Wang a big hug, with tears in his eyes, "Look, I love you."

Gu Wang wiped away the tears from his face and returned the guitar to his master, "Thank you."

The boy said no thanks and praised him, "Singing so well!"

When he walked upstairs, someone chased him and grabbed him. He was the wandering singer who sang in the square yesterday. He stuffed a piece of paper into Gu Wang's hand, "You finished modifying this song with me last time, you didn't come and get it. Why didn't you recognize me last night?" Gu Wang's expression was so strange that he couldn't be sure if it was the boy before. It was not until today that he saw him singing on the stage.

Gu Wang was a little confused. He saw the words above clearly and wrote a lot on it. In fact, there were not many lyrics, but the original songs had been changed.

Gu Wang was surprised by this song - "Send a Sir"

It was written by the original body to He Qinghuan. He said he wanted to change it, has it been modified?

The young man was still talking, "You said you wrote it to the person you like. I think this is definitely very important to you. You forgot to take it when you left. With your talent, it may not matter whether you have not taken notes, but I am still worried. You didn't give me the contact information. I waited here for several months, and the things returned to the original owner, so I left. I have never been in a city for so long."

Although Gu Wang's mind was in a mess now, he still said thank you. Seeing the people leaving the door of the Qing bar, Chen Zhao looked surprised, "Look, you still..."

Gu Wang tore the paper and threw it into the trash can next to him, "I forgot a long time ago, go upstairs, I want to eat cake."

They went up, and He Qinghuan, who had already gone downstairs, came out from the side. When Gu Wang sang, he got off. He sat in the booth beside him, and no one who spoke noticed him.

The trash can has just been replaced, it is very shallow, and it has been decorated on it. If it weren't for the instructions, it wouldn't be obvious that it was a trash can.

He Qinghuan picked up the paper one by one, and wrote a line of words under the last piece of fragments - Oh my God, I really like Ah Huan. Should he be with me? It's so annoying.

He Qinghuan blinked his eyes, his eyes were gloomy and soft, and a tear fell off guard while he was blinking.

The author has something to say: He Qinghuan: I will change it
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