Chapter 7

The green trees are thick and the night rain is coming.

The last summer rainfall passed, and Chengdu stones ushered in early autumn and summer. Ginkgo leaves also turned from green to yellow, falling one after another, and the crowds participated in the exchanges.

Ying Yuchen came to the liberal arts class with a ball in his arms and took the water. He glanced around the girl in the class. Ning Xi stabbed her elbow before she came to her senses. She lowered her head and saw the wrist guard on Ning Xi's hand.

He Ying held the water cup and pushed him: "Xi, haven't you withdrawn from the basketball world?"

Ning Xi pinched the wrist guard she was wearing, her face was not red and her heart was not beating: "Keep warm."

Seeing his calm appearance, I couldn't help but make some jokes with me: "Which girl bought it for you?"

Ning Xi sat down with a stool and put his hand on the table: "Xingcheng."

A sip of water almost spurted out. Ying and Chen patted his chest, took a breath, blinked and said, "I didn't ask."

In the next week, Ning Xi ushered in the first full-grade mock exam in the third year of high school. His work and rest routines were regular and he had less time to go to the stadium, so he stopped for a while.

I couldn't sleep at night, so I went to the window to lie down. I saw that the light at his brother's window went out, and then I got into the quilt and slept peacefully.

As autumn comes, the short sleeves become long sleeves, but Ning Xi occasionally lifts the cuffs, and Xingcheng naturally sees the wrist guards his brother wears on his hand.

The wrist guard I bought in Xingcheng is very narrow, with a faint blue one, and a logo with a ticked logo on it. It will be nice to see it.

Xingcheng had a desire to break through the ground in his heart, and he grew wildly under the coolness of the lights at the window of Ningxi every night.

Ning Xi's hands that can dribble in a fancy way, dunk in a slam dunk, hold fresh taro milk, make flowers with a brilliant pen, and write down formulas...

It must, it must be very easy to hold on.

Early October.

The third year of high school is on the National Day. The class teacher feels sorry for the students. Several class teachers gather money to buy snacks to give benefits to the students, each with a bag of lime-flavored potato chips and a bottle of Chengdu old yogurt.

After Ning Xi took it, he took it and looked at it for a while, and took it out of the classroom.

The science class next door was in agitation, and I guess Ying and Chen had something to do. Before Ning Xi could turn his head and take a look, Ying and Chen stopped him.

Ying Youchen held a bag of dried beef jerky in his hand and stuffed it into Ning Xi's arms: "Please eat meat!"

Ning Xi held the bag and asked him, "Where did you come from?"

Ying smiled very happily with me, holding a few bags in my hand: "I bought it, the whole class has it, but I have to give you one bag and eat it."

Ning Xi nodded and thanked him. The bag of potato chips and a bottle of yogurt in his hand were glanced at by Ying Yuchen. Ying Yuchen pulled his arm: "Who are you going to give?"

Seeing that Ning Xi was silent, Ying and I grabbed another bag and stuffed it into Ning Xi, wrinkled his nose, lowered the volume, and said, "I'll give Xingcheng a portion for me? Take this bag yourself and don't give it to your brother..."

The thought was seen through at once. Ning Xi only realized that Ying Yuchen was a personal sperm. He bit his lower lip and said with a stubborn mouth: "I didn't say it was for Xingcheng."

Ying Yuchen shook his head. He simply felt that Ning Xi was too good to his younger brother, but in fact he did not think about it deeper. Ning Xi's attitude made him feel a little confused.

Ning Xi saw Ying and Chen stop talking, and felt that he was getting darker and darker. He held three bags of food in the corridor. When the autumn wind passed, his hot face was blowing cold.

After saying goodbye to Ying and Chen, Ning Xi ran to the second year of high school with food. In the early morning, he leaned against the back door of the second year of high school classroom and looked at the classroom. Most of the students in this ordinary class were sleeping.

Occasionally, a few people get up to collect water, sleepy eyes, yawn, and don’t look very awake.

He walked tall and sat in the last row, just leaning against the wall and sleeping, while his deskmate Ren Mei was sleeping next to him.

Ning Xi held his breath and moved very carefully.

He put the bag of snacks on the floor beside Xingcheng's feet and stuffed the yogurt into Xingcheng's drawer.

When Xingcheng woke up, he almost stepped on it without any attention. The teacher above was still giving a lecture. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, and rubbed his eyes, and his eyes were full of fatigue.

He felt that some girl probably brought it to him, so he pushed it away with his hand and looked at it. The more he looked, the hungry he became. He lay on the table, feeling that he still couldn't eat it.

Ren Mei also woke up, grabbed a pack and looked at it, and sighed, "Damn, which girl gave it to me?"

His voice made the male classmate who had just been cleaned up from the office and turned around and looked at it. This time, the gossip soul burned: "It's only in the third year of high school, is it a senior sister?"

When Xingcheng heard the word "high school senior" and stepped on his tail: "Fuck, Ren Mei, do you think it's my brother..."

Ren Mei was quite curious at first. When Xingcheng said this, he felt that he was either drunk or had a illusion. He rolled his eyes and sneered: "Do you think it's very likely? You haven't woken up?"

After thinking for a while, Xingcheng sighed, feeling that his eyes could not be opened, and stuffed everything into the drawer: "Not big, forget it."

The buddy in front of him heard about Xingcheng's brother and hurriedly came over: "Hey, Xingcheng, tell you about your brother!"

When Xingcheng heard this, he woke up from sleepiness: "Speak quickly!"

The teacher on the podium ignored them and sent them the papers to do it. The front seat grabbed the book and came over to block it. He whispered: "I heard that the team that played the district competition last time was asking about Ning Xi..."

Xingcheng calmly said, "Inquiry about what my brother is doing?"

Ren Mei died speechlessly next to him. When Xingcheng encountered his brother's affairs, his brain was short-circuited: "They could have won last time. Your brother played for you, and they were beaten up!"

The teacher sitting by the podium reading finally couldn't stand it anymore and was also a newcomer. When he glanced at this side, he could only see the famous Xingcheng, who was in the whole grade. He hit the table with a whip: "Zhengcheng!"

Ren Mei quickly picked up a book and blocked Xingcheng's face. While coughing to cover up his embarrassment, he muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This matter has become a temporary unsolved case.

After school at noon, the National Day holiday was on. The teaching area of ​​the senior high school in the teaching building was still on. Xingcheng stood down the teaching building with his schoolbag on his back and stared at the door of Ningxi's classroom...

He may have only been watching for two or three minutes, and a figure appeared beside the corridor railings of the senior high school teaching area.

Between so far, Ning Xi was wearing a blue school uniform with very fair skin, walking from one end of the corridor to the other end...

Covered by the railings, Ning Xi only exposed her shoulders and head, and Xingcheng recognized her at a glance.

Ning Xi just went to help the class representatives hand in his homework, holding a stack of exercise books in his hand.

As soon as I left the classroom door, I didn't take a few steps and my eyes couldn't help but glance downstairs.

It doesn't matter if I didn't glance at him. As soon as I glanced at him, I saw Xingcheng standing downstairs with a bag and wearing a basketball uniform, looking up at him.

Both of them were stunned.

There were also groups of students next to them, talking and laughing, leaving the teaching building one after another.

Ning Xi seemed to be unable to see them.

What he had to admit was that at that moment, he had the urge to jump down like that.

I even felt that Xingcheng could catch him.

Before he could recover from his senses, Ning Xi watched Xingcheng standing downstairs and waved to him.

Ning Xi also waved his hand.

Good afternoon, travel.

The National Day holiday is here.

Xingcheng didn't go out to play with his home, and said that he would be in his third year of high school next year and his grades were poor, so he had to take the book to Ning Xi to make up for the class.

Xingcheng's father was watching the anti-Japanese drama while scolding Xingcheng: "Can you stop causing trouble for Brother Ning Xi?"

The next day, his father took his mother and a group of hikers to the Tibetan area in a big Hummer, walked on the Sichuan-Tibet Line, and went to Ganzi Prefecture to play.

Xingcheng is particularly eager for those tourist holy places in Tibet that he has never been to, but he wants to take Ning Xi there.

I was in the field with Ning Xi, blowing the wind, running, drinking barley wine, watching cattle and sheep eat grass, the sky is vast and the wilderness is vast...

After nightfall, the two of them set up tents, roasted fire outside to watch the stars, posted all the warm babies to his brother, and brought a book to tell his brother ghost stories every night.

It made his brother so scared that he hugged himself to sleep.

In the next few days, Xingcheng certainly did not harass his brother. He got up at seven or eight o'clock every morning to do morning exercises, and still supervised his brother to eat at the entrance of the community. After eating, he sent him to the school gate to pick up, watching his brother enter the school, and then ran home to read a book.

I will give Ning Xi once, so Xingcheng can complete the five-page exercises in one breath.

What Xingcheng didn't know was that Ning Xi always watched him leave after he turned around, his heart was incredibly turbulent. He was obviously filled with cans of water, but it was shaking loudly.

After finishing his homework for the whole day, Xingcheng ran to the stadium to play with his arms in the afternoon. He had no job during the black ball holiday, so he went to the street court to practice his skills first. He was sweating when he ran the field. After a few rounds, Xingcheng was still the most handsome star on the court.

Such a tall big boy is immersed in an unconscious two-way secret love, and he feels very good, thinking that even if he is wishful thinking, it is worth it.

If you bear more points for Ning Xi, the more comfortable you will be in your journey.

In the evening, Ning Xi got off the evening self-study and went to pick him up. Sometimes he rode a small yellow car and swayed around in front of his brother. Ning Xi glanced at him and said, "It's just a little road, what are you doing when riding a bicycle?"

Along the way, he turned into a bicycle riding. Ning Xi was walking, but he was walking slower than him. He was walking around Ning Xi, and he kept lingering around him, not daring to be fast or slower.

He felt like a knight who guarded the prince, he just needed to hold a shield in his hand.

Xingcheng thought for a long time, and Ye Feng blew over and threw himself in his face, hesitating: "Hey, brother, a senior sister is giving me potato chips today..."

Ning Xi didn't say anything, put his hand in his pocket and continued walking forward.

Xingcheng rode his bike around Ning Xi again: "Lime smells so delicious!"

In fact, he didn't open the bag of lime potato chips at all. What if it was given by Ning Xi? He was completely reluctant to let it go.

Xingcheng walked forward with a cheerful smile, and lowered his voice and said, "Brother, only science class in the senior year of high school has the beef jerky. Should we be from the class of my classmates..."

Ning Xi stopped suddenly, and Xingcheng also braked suddenly, almost falling down.

Even though she was too lazy to lift her eyelids, Ning Xi suddenly felt angry and glanced at him coldly: "Is yogurt delicious?"

After saying that, he raised his legs and left, and the tall and thin figure burned a hot outline in Xingcheng's eyes.
To be continued...