Chapter 1367

After searching for more than a hundred meters along the street, I still couldn't find the Qianqian figure.

Feeling bored, Mu Zichuan lazily threw his schoolbag behind his back, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and went home carelessly.

That night he had a dream. In the dream, he had been chasing a white figure, vaguely, hazy, as if very close, and he reached out to grab it, but it was almost out of reach.

It was four o'clock in the morning when I woke up, and my underwear was cool and wet, sticky and greasy.

Mu Zichuan frowned, took off his underwear a few times, and threw it into the trash can.

Looking at the time, I didn't bother to find clean underwear in the closet, so I wiped a couple of them casually, then lay back on the bed naked, and continued to sleep.

The first time this happened, he thought he was wetting the bed. I felt very ashamed at the time, after all, bed-wetting is not a glorious thing. Later, the laundry maid told Dad about it, and Dad was very happy, saying that he had grown up.

It seemed that he grew up overnight. After that day, his size grew rapidly, his Adam's apple and beard all appeared, and even the hair on his legs turned darker unwillingly.

grow up...

What a great word.

It carries the ambitions and dreams of a teenager.

Just like a young eagle waiting for its full wings, once it grows up, the reward will be the whole sky outside the nest. But the young eagle doesn't know that in the process of learning to fly, it is inevitable that there will be several bumps and bloody injuries.

The classroom is quiet and silent, only the sound of chalk scratching across the blackboard. Occasionally, the pages of the book are turned and rustled, which float into the ears and become a kind of hypnotic note.

Mu Zichuan looked out the window. The sun was warm and the vegetation was verdant. It was a wonderful time of spring.

Good for sleeping.

After two Chinese lessons, Mu Zichuan got up and was about to leave.

Huang Mao put his shoulders from behind, and Xian Bao generally unzipped the jacket by a third, revealing a corner of the magazine cover in his arms.

"Brother, this is the new weekly magazine." Huang Mao chuckled, "Let's go to see it together?"

Mu Zichuan pushed Huang Mao's slender arm away, and then patted his face lightly: "Take it easy, be careful not to affect your development."

After all, he turned around and walked away slowly.

Huang Mao was stunned for a while, seeing Mu Zichuan walking away, he asked loudly, "Brother Chuan, where are you going?"

"Sleep." Mu Zichuan said without turning his head.

...

There is a river not far from the college. The embankment is a long slope covered with grass. Lying on the grass slope, basking in the sun and blowing the breeze, it is just right for sleeping.

It's a pity that I didn't bring a schoolbag, otherwise it could be used as a pillow cushion.

Mu Zichuan closed his eyes and lay in the scent of flowers and plants, thinking so.

A girl's voice was faintly heard in my ears: "Xiaofen, don't run away..."

Mu Zichuan just found some drowsiness, he was in a daze, he was thinking about what this little fan was, and his face was stabbed with pain! It's like being rolled hard by a prickly prickly pear!

At the same time, a furry thing that looked like an animal's tail swept across his face!

"Fuck!" Mu Zichuan jumped up in pain.

He covered the burning wound with one hand, and looked for the culprit angrily, only to find that the girl from last time was standing in front of him.

A poem from the Chinese class suddenly appeared in my mind: I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but that person was... Where did he come from?

"I'm sorry." The girl looked at him nervously, her beautiful eyes were full of worry, "Are you okay? Can I see your wound?"

Mu Zichuan seemed to have been hit by a Gu, and unconsciously put down his hand as she said, revealing the wound.

A long scratch stretched from the forehead, through the tip of the eyebrows, to the temples, with bright red blood dripping from the deepest part.

"I'm really sorry!" She apologized again, and took his hand anxiously and worriedly, "Sit down quickly, I'll help you deal with it!"