Section 9: Left Ear (9)

  "Hey!" I playfully shouted at him, stretching out my arm and waving the cigarette in my hand. "Hey, hey, Xiao Baiyang, how are you?"

  Zhang Yang stood up and walked away. The girl also got up and followed him. I found out that Zhang Yang paid for the noodles of both people at the counter, the girl obediently walking in front of him, and when they left the noodle shop, Zhang Yang's hand gently patted the girl's back, she turned around, he smiled at her, with a loving face.

  You have to believe me, at that moment in my heart, I really didn't have a bit of jealousy.

  I never knew what jealousy was. As you would expect, I treated him as a gift made just for me, no matter how others praised and adored him, he is mine.

  I must get it no matter what.

  Dear little white poplar, you are mine.

  I asked the boss's wife for paper and pen, scribbled down my phone number on the table, and then rushed out. I saw Zhang Yang's back as he was about to enter the school gate, I quickly caught up with him, stuffed the note into his hand, he took it without showing any expression and walked away.

  It seems he is a more cunning fox than me.

  Zhang Yang's text message came three days later, when I was playing "Xian Jing" with a black man in an internet cafe. My phone rang with the text message prompt tone. It was an unfamiliar number, and the content of the text message was: I'm at the ramen shop.

  I almost jumped up from my seat, then I said to the black man: "Something's come up, I have to go."

  I rushed out of the internet cafe and sprinted to the ramen shop at a speed of 100 meters per second.

  I ran to the entrance of the noodle shop and saw Zhang Yang standing up and walking out. I immediately followed him instinctively. He walked to a small path on one side of the noodle shop, which was very difficult to walk, with buildings under construction on both sides, and basically no one passed by. In this way, I followed him for nearly two hundred meters, and he stopped in a dark corner, where there was a wall, and he leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

  I walked up to him and I wanted to say something, but I found that the set of jokes and insults I had for blacks were completely useless on him.

  He makes me feel awkward.

  So I had no choice but to stand there and watch him smoke.

  He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to me, saying: "Don't you want one?"

  I took a cigarette, but found that I didn't have a lighter on me. So I held the cigarette in my mouth and leaned forward to him. He didn't hesitate, and very cooperatively lit it for me. We were very close, and I saw his eyes, like the twinkling stars in the sky. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable wave of tears in my eyes.

  He placed his palm close to my icy face and whispered, "Lei Ba La, you're very famous."

  "Is it?" I winked at him, "You're now dating a famous chick. You'll be famous soon too."

  He tightly hugged me into his arms, and I clearly heard his heartbeat. My heart also inexplicably started racing along with it. Zhang Yang stuck his lips to the edge of my ear and said: "I can take you in, but you have to agree to three conditions."

  "Huh?"

  Zhang Yang's next words were extremely logical, and it was estimated that he had calculated countless times in his heart. He said: "First, you have to deal with the things between you and that rough boyfriend cleanly. Second, go replace me to pursue a boy named Xu Yi, no matter what means, you must get him in your hands. Third, before completing the first two things, our affairs cannot be known by anyone."

  "No problem," I said.

  "Don't you ask why?"

  "I don't ask," I said.

  "Good." He drew his arm back and ordered me, "Close your eyes."

  I obediently closed my eyes.

  "Your eye shadow," he said, "is green?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "I like it," he said. "You're really a different kind of girl."

  "It's a woman." I opened my eyes to correct him.

  He smiled coolly and then kissed me. At that moment, I knew I was done for. I had kissed many boys before, but Zhang Yang was different.

  Zhang Yang is absolutely different. To put it in a very old-fashioned way, if he's fire, then I'm the moth that doesn't care about consequences. The night after parting with Zhang Yang, I went to find my cousin.

  Only my elder brother can handle black people's affairs. Perhaps because I had been cooped up in the game room for too long, the black person had called me countless times, but I simply didn't want to answer, my mind only had Zhang Yang, my mouth only had the taste of cigarettes, Zhang Yang's taste. My heart was already a pool of spring water that had been blown into ripples, and could no longer be calmed.

  To have all of this, I will spare no expense. Jump to it! ~ !!!!!!!