The medicine jar is loved and abused (BL) {MTL}

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

    Shen Ning didn't wait for Monday, and went back to school overnight.

    Ah, so embarrassing.

    It was really embarrassing for his grandfather. The most embarrassing thing was that Xie Yin deliberately said before going to bed after watching his frantic and bewildered "performance" that day:

    "You won't, you won't attack me in the middle of the night.. ...."

    Shen Ning gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't like men!"

    Xie Yin said with a hint of caution: "I trust you."

    "..."

    …

    ...

    Because of the heavy blows for two consecutive weeks, after returning to school, Shen Ning was also listless, with a look of hopelessness on his face. His absent-mindedness was so obvious that even his classmates who often went to the library with him couldn't help but ask him what happened.

    Shen Ning: "No...it's nothing, it's just ordinary, it happens often."

    Everyone will encounter one or two, three or four things in life.

    Classmate: "..."

    So what is it?

    However, it is also beneficial to come back on weekends. For example, Shen Ning met someone at the entrance of the library at noon.

    "Hey, Shen Ning, are you at school this week? I asked your classmates, and they all said that you were not at school on weekends, and they thought it would be a pity."

    Shen Ning met someone who had helped him before, and asked him to help In the past, Xu Qiang, the girl was wearing a leather coat, she didn't feel cold, long-legged boots, and a cool dress.

    Shen Ning asked her, "What's the matter?"

    girl raised an invitation lively, "Our oil painting club is going to collect the wind, in fact, it's just for fun. Would you like to go with us?

    "

    Shen Ning is now open to anything that can help his brain forget that embarrassing picture, and immediately said:

    "I'll go."

    He remembered something: "But I don't have oil painting tools."

    "It's okay, I can borrow you, then We will meet at the school's south gate at 1:30 in the afternoon."

    "Okay."

    "That's it!" The

    two of them made an appointment. Anyone who is engaged in art has more or less experience in collecting wind. Sometimes they simply go out, blow the wind, and change their mood.

    This time they went to a prestigious open park not far from the school. This park is not big, and the green forest vegetation is far less than the botanical garden in the suburbs. But it has a huge wooden hibiscus garden. When the flowers bloom, the hibiscus flowers are either delicate or shy, and the charm and purity are overlapped in the same flower tree, which makes people ecstatic.

    The Hibiscus Garden and the lawn above form a gently curving slope. I don’t know whether the slope is artificially or deliberately planted. Whenever spring is full of green grass, even in late autumn, there are also tenacious weeds still swaying with half-yellow branches and leaves. Trembling in the evening wind, it looks very touching, and it is also very suitable for sitting down to draw a picture and sing a song or something.