C56 Wen Yihong and Yerich

Wen Yizhong grabbed both of Ye Ruixi's hands and started rubbing them. Rubbing. Inside... Pants. Due to the large number of items, they were washed for a long time.

The most tiring thing was not Wen Yinghong, even if he did cover all the steps, but because the entire process took place all the time and Wen Yinghong was squatting behind Ye Xiwen, in order not to get close to him, he could only straighten his back and stretch his arms, stiffly staying there for more than ten minutes.

When he finally finished washing up, Wen Yicheng left Ye Rui's back. He got up and walked over to the bedside, looking at the sleeping Zhang Heng.

In the car, Zhang Heng had told him that the person he liked was Gu Ke, not Ye Ruixi. Of course, Wen Zhihong didn't directly ask him whether he liked Ye Ruixi or not.

However, Ye Rui Xi liked Zhang Heng … thought Wen Yinhong.

In truth, all three of them had misunderstood each other …

Seven years ago, Zhang Heng left China and boarded an American plane.

English teaching, of course, in American schools. Zhang Heng, who was studying in China's exam education, had been reborn in the United States... After all, the US high school curriculum is relatively simple compared to China.

Therefore, Zhang Heng easily entered the first university that his family wanted him to study at.

Then Zhang also met Wen Yizhong and Ye Ruixi, both of whom were born in China and were born in the United States. However, their acquaintance time was different.

Zhang Heng-heng was the first person to know Wen Ying-hong.

That was in his first year of college, and Zhang Heng was not very familiar with the school, especially in the United States, where everything was very different from Chinese universities. That's what Harvard meant at four o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Heng came to the classroom early one day, almost to the point where his American classmates couldn't believe him — he came to the classroom at four-thirty with his dry bag, and in the cold winter, snowy, he came to the teacher.

As Zhang Hengheng stepped into the classroom, he saw that there was still a light burning, but the light was warm and yellow, making it seem somewhat dim. In the dim light was a man, different from the blond, dark-skinned Americans Zhang Heng had seen in the past few days.

Because the owner of the hair was currently looking down at the book, the black bangs seemed a little long, coincidentally covering his eyes. The man wore a heavy fur coat and a large scarf around his neck. He wore woolen gloves on his hands and fumbled with the pages.

Since it was 4: 30 in the morning and the teaching staff wasn't at work yet, they naturally didn't turn on the heating system in the classroom.

Zhang Heng walked over, the sound of his footsteps very clear in the dead silence of the night.

The man stopped and turned to the next page and raised his head to look Zhang Heng in the eye.

"Are you from the study as well?" Wen asked first.

Zhang Heng nodded his head awkwardly, indicating that he came here especially because he couldn't keep up with Wen Yizhong's progress.

However, Wen replied: "I can't change my habit of getting up early in high school, so I have to come here. I might cause a ruckus in the dorm."

"…"

Zhang Heng sat down next to Wen Yinhong.

Zhang Heng glanced at the book Wen Yizhong was reading. Indeed, it was not a textbook or a supplementary teaching book, but a very thick literary work.

Zhang Heng felt ashamed, but he still obediently took out a textbook from his bag and began to nibble on it one by one. However, there were some very long words on it that were really difficult to understand!

But even so, Zhang Heng still went through the bilingual dictionary word by word.

Alright, after a few minutes, another term for another subject came up. This time, it really is...

Thus, Zhang Heng gently pushed the book over to Wen Yihong to consult him. After all, everyone here was Chinese. They wouldn't mock at their "lack of culture" like the Americans, right?

When Wen Yinhong felt a foreign object poking his elbow, he left his book and saw the English book that Zhang Heng had given him. On the book was a word written in red ink.

Wen did not choose to answer, because in the silence of the night it was always more eerie to answer questions.

He picked up his black pen and wrote the Chinese meaning of the word beside it.

After Zhang Heng read it, his essay immediately went straight to the point — it turned out that this article was about new discoveries in medicine … Who knows the jargon!

Zhang Erheng tore out a piece of paper from his own draft book. On it were written: "— —"

[Thank you, fellow student. Student, are you Chinese? Which province are you from in China? My name is Zhang Heng, how do you do?]

Wen Yizhong took the note and looked at the words on it.

[No need to thank me. My name is Wen Yizhong. I'm from X.]

"We're all from the same hometown!"

When he saw his old friend, his eyes filled with tears. Zhang Heng-heng was so excited that he picked up Wen Ying-hong. Wen Yihong appeared a little embarrassed, but he did not say anything about losing his temper. Instead, he laughed in a bad mood and pushed Zhang Heng away. Finally, he said gently, "If you miss home, then come to my house for a meal. My sister's family emigrated to America, and she cooked good hometown food. "

Zhang Heng was pushed aside, but when he heard the enthusiasm of Wen Yizhong, he was moved to embrace him again. Zhang Heng desperately rubbed his body against Wen Yizhong, causing Wen Yizhong's glasses to tilt to the side.

Zhang Heng didn't really mean anything to Wen, he just thought it was a way for the two boys to express their friendship — like clapping their hands or slapping their butts when they scored.

So Wen Yinhong went with Zhang Heng.

Wen Yizhong naturally knew that Zhang Heng had found the organization in a place he was unfamiliar with and was extremely excited and moved by it.

From then on, Zhang Heng often went to Wen Yihong's sister's house to get food. As time passed, Wen Yihong and Zhang Heng became more and more familiar with each other.

When it came to his sophomore year, Wen said, "Why don't you move to my dorm? I'm the only one in my dorm right now, my three roommates all went out to rent a room with my girlfriend. "

Their American school had a rule that once they moved out, they would refuse to stay in the school. Even if something happened in the future, the school wouldn't provide them with a second dormitory.

So right now, he was indeed the only one in Wen Yinhong's dorm. If no new students moved in, then he was also the only one.

Zhang Heng had long been unable to bear the fact that his roommate, who wore thick necklaces and smoked cigars all day long, was trying to put on airs in front of Zhang Heng, who was Chinese. Zhang Heng had pretended not to see it at the beginning, but his roommate's ostentatious wealth was too much.

As soon as he heard Wen Yihong's invitation, he was obviously overjoyed to accept it.

Soon Zhang Heng moved into Wen's dormitory and lived with Wen.

The two of them then started to eat together in class. Although the two ChinaBoy were very handsome, the two of them were always walking together. In an open-minded United States, if the blonde thought that there was something wrong with the two of them, they wouldn't dare to say that they had gone to the trouble and boldly invited the two of them to eat together.

One day, the two of them were on their way back to their dorm when they felt a strange chill coming from behind them. This coolness was not the usual curious look and gaze of an American schoolmate with blonde hair and blue eyes, but a different kind of gaze, and Zhang Heng felt it most frequently.

Wen decided that in order to get a clear idea of this strange sight, he took Zhang Heng by the hand and led him to a restaurant near the school cafeteria, where he sat down on a sofa in the corner.

He quietly waited for the owner of the cold aura behind him to appear.

Sure enough, an unfamiliar man appeared at the door. It was someone neither Zhang Heng nor Wen Ying-hong knew — but like them, he had black hair and yellow skin — Asian.

Although the figure of the person standing at the door was only slightly smaller than Zhang Heng and Wen Yizhong, his eyes seemed as if they could devour a person.

He looked around the shop for Zhang Heng and Wen Yinhong — he had clearly seen them turn in.

Finally, he noticed two people sitting on the sofa in the corner, the rare dark-haired guests in this blond country.

He walked over.

When he reached the table, Wen looked up into his eyes. The man's ears and cheeks flushed from the stare, and his body started trembling uncontrollably.

In the end, he didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of him, but even his snot was blown out.

Wen Yizhong smiled lovingly — but to this man, it seemed as if he was mocking him.

Zhang Heng took out a napkin from the shop's table and handed it to him. The man accepted it angrily, but still wiped his nose obediently.

And then —

"Zhang Heng! I want to challenge you! "

"..." Who are you? " And why?

Zhang Heng felt it was a little strange and wondrous. In fact, it was not only Zhang Heng who found it a little incomprehensible, even Wen Yinhong found it a little incomprehensible.

The man introduced himself: "My name is Ye Xiwen." Are you accepting my challenge or not?! "

"Why?" Zhang Heng also had his own principles. He would not fight alone for no reason. Although he had already done enough during junior high school just for the sake of sparring with others — basically, it was all for the sake of being proper.

Ye Ruixi unconsciously looked towards Wen Yizhong, but he did not notice it. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, did not notice it.

Was this guy here for Warm Water? But what did it matter if he challenged her?

In the end, Zhang Heng could not understand, he only knew that Ye Ruixi might have other 'motives' towards Wen Yishuo.

Ye Rui replied: "Let's compete in calligraphy!" I heard you won first place in the calligraphy competition a few weeks ago! "

"…" Was this child's brain being funny?

Although the university they were studying in had good qualifications and fame, it was impossible for foreign children, especially Chinese children, to come here to study without the slightest bit of financial support.

Therefore, the university they were studying in actually had very few foreign students in China. So Zhang Heng won first place by relying on his grandfather's calligraphy, which was called cursive calligraphy, which was taught to him by his grandfather, even though there were very few people in China.

In any case, they didn't really understand what was written. In any case, it was as if dragons were flying and phoenixes were dancing …

First, let's not talk about whether Zhang Heng had agreed to Ye Rui's challenge. After that, every time, he would see Ye Rui walking around Zhang Jue, yelling that he wanted to fight with Zhang Jue one on one.

Of course, wherever Zhang Heng was, there would be a warm smile on his face as he watched Ye Ruixi desperately pulling Zhang Heng to fight with him. Then, he would see how Zhang Heng helplessly refused, whether it was tough or soft, and finally let it go … He would compete with Ye Rui over and over again …

After that, the two of them became a three-man team. To the other girls, they didn't seem that weird anymore – it was as if they were really just like the traditional Chinese culture called brotherhood …

After that, for some reason, Ye Ruixi also moved into the dormitory where Wen Yizhong and Zhang Hengheng lived together — an additional person was added to the dormitory.

After that, the three of them became even closer.

Although they were close and had become roommates of the same dorm, Ye Rui still insisted on pulling Zhang Heng to compete with him. Calligraphy was secondary. It was followed by a minute of shooting who threw the most, eating super hot ramen noodles. Who could eat faster, jumping faster, running faster — in fact, how much longer could they eat in a year …

Wen Yizhong thought that the two of them loved each other and wanted to kill each other. Ye Ruixi liked Zhang Heng, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only quietly approach Zhang Heng in the name of duels and competitions and stay with him for a little longer. As for Zhang Heng's attitude and thoughts about Ye Ruixi, Wen Yinhong was not clear at the time.

He just knew that Zhang Heng did not hate Ye Ruixi. Whether he liked him or not was another matter.

But Wen was just so kind. He often went to the side to persuade Zhang Heng to take some time out to compete with Ye Ruixi. Although Ye Ruixi always lost or even got a draw, but Ye Xiwen still refused to give up.

With Wen Yihong's persuasion, Zhang Heng could only accompany him.

Thanks to this, the three of them were very outstanding in all aspects of physical education, culture, and classes.

Until four years later, Ye Ruixi still often went to Zhang Heng for a duel, although the frequency was not as high as it used to be.

However, Wen Ying-hong thought that Ye Ruixi liked Zhang Heng, but it never occurred to him that perhaps Ye Ruixi liked him, which was why he pretended to challenge Zhang Guoheng to stay with Wen Yi-zheng even longer.

Ye Rui also misunderstood, because he thought that Wen Yizhong and Zhang Heng liked each other, even if he didn't know who liked who first.

The only guesses were Zhang Heng-heng — Wen and Yeshi, he thought, had a promising future.

The camera turned back to reality —

Wen Yinhong still didn't know if he really wanted to.

Ye Rui hung up his clothes and walked out. He saw Wen Yizhong looking at Zhang Heng, who was sleeping on the bed.

How should he put it? He didn't feel that way anyway …

It must be jealousy... He was just jealous … It was indeed jealousy …

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