Chapter 10: Like and like

Under the stage, the half-boys and girls sitting and lying grinned. Bayi? Chinese? ▼ ■ Web www.81zw.com ■
Jackson and Elena leaned together. "I don't know Eddie is so funny." Jackson looked at the guy bowing on the stage. This Eddie just had an hour-long talk show!
Very strong and awesome. He vomited all the teachers in the school, including the classmates present. Under the circumstance of knowing no malice, everyone laughed and scolded each other to play together.
"You don't know many things!" Elena lowered her head slightly while sitting on an inflatable cushion, turning her head against her cheeks by the summer night breeze, and showing her white and neat teeth between her smiling lips, "You know me Are you in a dance club? "
Jackson looked at Elena, lost in this picture for a moment, then blinked, "I don't know."
Elena pursed her lips, and something flashed in her eyes, but immediately, she still smiled, "Now you know!" She stood up, "It's my turn." She turned her head and sorted out her clothes. , Raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry, it's not ballet ..."
A whistle came from outside the backyard. Jackson heard Blake's car, looked at his watch, and it was time to pick him up.
Jackson stood up, hesitated with his mouth closed, still holding Elena ready to go to the stage, "Elena, I'm leaving, my driver came to pick me up."
Elena opened her mouth, and the emotions that had just appeared flashed again, but she immediately smiled again, "So early? I will release the graduation commemorative video later, and do it together throughout the year ~"
Jackson frowned, and he didn't remember being invited to join this ‘all year long’ movie. Eight ◆ One ▲ ?? Chinese website www.8.11zw.com ▼ But apparently this is not the time to think about these minor issues, Jackson looked at Elena ’s eyes, hesitated, and said something similar,
I ’m leaving My driver is waiting for me. "
Elena's head lightly nodded, her eyes drooping, "Go ahead then."
The whistle sounded again, and the people behind the stage began to urge Elena. Jackson was a little irritable. He looked around and saw someone shooting a video. It should be to record this real ‘graduation ceremony’.
When Elena turned around again, Jackson pulled him back, "Elena." Jackson looked at the video, "Is that recording today's performance?"
Elena glanced and nodded.
"That's a copy for me." Jackson smiled a little unnaturally. "I think the dance you dance must look good."
Elena's mouth curled up uncontrollably and nodded, her eyes gleaming, "Okay." Elena's smile didn't know how many times more natural than Jackson's, "Fine, I tell you." When I thought of something, it wasn't natural anymore. "We can make an appointment and I will give you a copy."
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"Okay." Jackson seemed to think of something, and nodded. He hadn't come yet to feel what the little restlessness was. The whistle and the call to Elena sounded at the same time. Get up, they are still waiting for the next performance!
Jackson finally glanced at Elena, who turned her head to the backstage, pursed her lips, and did not pack up what she had paid for, bent over the stage, and walked out of the backyard.
"You're here on time." Jackson took the co-pilot, frowning, and didn't bother to look at Blake.
Blake raised his eyebrows and watched the kid pull the seat belt and the corner of his mouth as if he was resentful. "How are you doing? Are you happy?"
Jackson twitched his lips and did not want to answer, "Drive!"
Blake turned his head, without asking, and steered the steering wheel northeast.
Without warning, "Do you remember how you felt about a girl for the first time?"
Blake's eyes twitched, and he turned his head slightly, looking straight at the front, a Jackson who asked the question seriously. In various senses, this is not a suitable problem for Blake.
Without waiting for a reply, Jackson frowned and turned to look at Blake with a complex expression. "You don't remember?" Seemed to despise. Jackson shook his head. "How many girls do you like? I do n’t remember the first one. "
Blake is only 22 years old, which is a very reasonable contempt.
Blake laughed awkwardly, slightly changing the subject of the topic to his comfortable range. "Are you saying that you like the feeling of others for the first time?"
Jackson obviously would not notice that ‘girls’ has become a wider object.
He turned his head and looked at the road ahead illuminated by the lights. "I didn't say I like ..." completely denied the word he had just mentioned. "I mean, there is feeling, there is good feeling, Not like it. "He emphasized something that he didn't know the difference.
"Okay, okay." Blake has thrown his momentary gaffe aside. "You say good feelings. Is there any feeling right?" Blake pondered with a smile on his lips, "I just want to ... … The other party is together.
Blake continued to use a wider range of titles.
After waiting for a while, Jackson didn't respond, and Blake turned his head, but saw that Jackson didn't know what he was thinking and lowered his head to fiddle with his fingers.
Blake thought about it again, guessing whether it was just a graduation relationship, and seeing the other party was not an easy task, adding, "Find reasons, borrow things, talk about topics, participate in activities together, anyway, find anything possible For this reason. "
A very important question was ignored, Blake raised his eyebrows, "How does the other person treat you? Do you feel good about it?"
Jackson turned his head and glanced at Blake. "I think ..." He paused. "She's the one looking for various reasons."
"Oh." Blake raised his eyebrows and asked back, "What about you? How do you feel with her?"
"It's pleasant, it feels good." Jackson pursed his lips. "It feels easy and comfortable to be with her. Unlike other people, it's not interesting."
Blake smiled. "That's the same. You really want to be with each other. You like her."
"Feelings good." Jackson rubbed his lips, not knowing what it meant to emphasize, shy.
Blake smiled and shook his head. "So what are you going to do?"
"What's the matter?" Jackson frowned. This was another thing that Jackson hadn't thought about.
Blake shrugged. "You are a boy. It seems that she is the active party. Can you be the one you are pursuing comfortably?"
Jackson seemed to realize something, cut it, and looked sideways out of the window. "Of course not, I should be the active one."
Looking at the night scene outside the window, he had already begun to think about what reason he should find after getting the videotape and asked Elena to come out again.
Good luck to him. (To be continued.)