Zhou Zhou sat under the basketball hoop that was not yet scorching hot, with the blazing sun above his head. The old popsicle in his hand emitted cold and sweet water vapor. Zhou Zhou opened his mouth and bit a small piece in his mouth.
The ice cubes mixed with sugar melted instantly, and the long-lost coolness washed down his throat and went straight into his internal organs. Zhou Zhou thought to himself, it turns out that summer tastes so good.
Zhou Lie raised his hand and threw the thing back into her arms with very light force: "It looks like a child's food. How do you like this?"
"It's okay, it was a gift from a classmate."
"I know, male classmate." Zhou Lie rarely joked with others, and the corner of his mouth curved in a playful arc, "I'm sorry for eating your secret love token."
"..."
The boy left his left hand free for Zhou Zhou to do his homework. His left hand, which was stuck with a needle, was resting on his left leg. At this time, he was also concentrating on writing the exercises.
Zhou Zhou felt that Tang Shuzhi, who was writing the topic seriously, did not look like a sick person at all except for coughing occasionally. His posture is still upright, his brows exposed above the mask are serious and serious, and his right hand is writing answers on the paper smoothly.
Tang Shuzhi's selfless state made Zhou Zhou start to glance at him unscrupulously, as if he could figure out the answer in this way.
The boy held his breath and finished writing the last physics question, and finally looked back. Their eyes collided in the air, and Zhou Zhou took the lead in turning his face away.
"Want to copy homework again?" Tang Shuzhi chuckled.
ZZ: Hasn't your cat ever liked you?
[A Christmas tree]: Because I sent you all the videos of it beating me.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that neither Zhou Lie nor Cheng Tingting could see Tang Shuzhi's friend circle about cats, that Zhou Zhou discovered that the original message was "you" and did not include anyone else.
Slow-burning writing (I don't know if it's a pure love story, maybe in a broad sense, yes
Update as daily as possible
Intention: Go and express your feelings before the evening is too late and the dawn is still bright.