Human ladder

—What about the formula?

Wen Yan suddenly woke up from the dream, his soul throbbing.

His eyes were blank for a moment, and he glanced around.

He Zhang and the people in his class clapped their hands after winning the game, while Wang Bo on the podium angrily broke one piece of chalk after another.

Less than a minute before the end of get out of class, the students in the class couldn't sit still, Wang Bo finally gave up on rectifying discipline and took care of Yu Meng in a low voice.

"woke up?"

Wen Yan glanced at He Zhang, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and nodded tiredly.

It has been two days since Jin Shuo and Meng Shi sent Wen Yan back to school. As they said, they really can't act rashly now.

Wang Bo looked up and saw that get out of class was about to end, so he shouted with all his strength: "Be quiet, let me tell you about the arrangements for the end of the semester and winter vacation."

As soon as they heard about the holiday, the bastards became quiet one after another.

Wang Bo cleared his throat: "It's a holiday at the beginning of January, but the third year of senior high school has a closed make-up class arrangement."

He tried to put the pressure of approaching the third year of high school on these people, but found that everyone in the audience was just immersed in the liberation approaching the holiday.

Only Wen Yan, who didn't know who stepped on Wen Yan's tail, complained: "What? Are you still closed to make up lessons?"

Wang Bo put down the book, very puzzled: "It's not for you, why are you so excited?"

Wen Yan complained bitterly for a while, thinking to himself: I am finally looking forward to getting along well with Lu Congqi during the holiday, and by the way, spying on some useful information...

When will this have to wait?

He and Lu Congqi obviously had so many problems, he didn't want to generalize and put all the blame on Lu Congqi, convinced that he was ignorant and innocent, so Wen Yan felt that he could figure it out, and even thought he was generous and not involved Road Cong period.

But what if Xu Qiuyue was really ashamed because he sent Lu Qicong in?

How can he face Lu Congqi who knows nothing?

Did Lu really...know nothing?

Wen Yan really started to get annoyed, walked out of the classroom with a long sigh, and called Lu Congqi who was leaving the classroom from a long distance away.

Lu Congqi turned around and saw Wen Yanzheng trying to wave to him.

There are people coming and going between them, at both ends of the corridor.

Wen Yan pushed against the crowd to Lu Congqi's side, and before Lu Congqi could speak, he opened his mouth and asked, "You guys need closed training during the winter vacation."

"what???"

Lu Congqi was half a beat behind, stupefied by Wen Yan's opening words: "I know."

There were so many people around, so Wen Yan dragged Lu Congqi to the toilet.

The surroundings became quiet, Wen Yan put Lu Congqi on the door, and said sincerely, "Then I won't see you again, every time I want to visit you like visiting a prison?"

Lu Congqi opened his mouth, but Wen Yan covered his mouth with his hand.

He frowned, traced Lu Congqi's lips with movements ranging from serious to provocative, and said seemingly unintentionally: "If one day, you need to visit me in prison...will you come every day? "

"I don't want you to come every day, you just need to visit me once a week, bring something delicious and fun..."

He had a lot of doubts in his heart, and when he faced Lu Congqi, he was in a dilemma and collapsed like sand, scattered all over the ground in a state of embarrassment.

At the end, Wen Yan suddenly became serious. He unconsciously clasped Lu Congqi's hands with both hands, without even realizing that he had used all his strength.

But Lu Congqi didn't seem to feel any pain, so he just asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you want me to come every day?"

"I heard that you will be beaten in the prison, and the wound will almost heal after a week... You won't be worried after reading it."

Lu Congqi felt a pain in his heart, which was stronger than the strength Wen Yan put on him. He interrupted Wen Yan in a panic: "Okay, what kind of prison are you going to?!"

Lu Congqi's voice was a little anxious, with unspeakable anger, but he didn't seem to be used to getting angry, so it sounded like his voice was just aggravated.

Wen Yan buried his face in Lu Congqi's shoulder, and rubbed it coquettishly, like the usual coquettish routine he used every time when he pretended to be drunk and called to let Lu Congqi pick him up.

"Yeah, what's the point of discussing this?" He changed the subject bluntly: "Come and see my dad with me tomorrow? I don't dare to..."

Tomorrow happens to be the weekend break, and Lu Congqiu's two-day vacation in their senior year of high school has been compressed into one day.

Lu Congqi was about to nod in agreement.

The door to the bathroom was kicked open.

It seemed that the people inside finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Wen Yan subconsciously shielded Lu Congqi behind him, blocking it tightly with his body, but saw He Zhang walking out from inside with a dark face.

Blue veins popped out of He Zhang's forehead, and he couldn't bear it anymore: "I said, can you two flirt in another place? Or the time for flirting is a little shorter?!"

Wen Yan saw that He Zhang was relieved, but his mouth was merciless: "Listen to other people's corners, tsk, He Zhang, are you so lonely?"

He Zhang jumped angrily: "Am I willing to listen to your corner?! Master Wen is so funny, I ask you if you go to prison one day, will people come to see you every day?"

He Zhang pursed his mouth sourly: "Why don't you fucking ask if you are dead, will people come to the grave every day?!"

Wen Yan broke free from the persuasive persuasion, held down He Zhang's head with his fist and hit him.

The two fought and walked away stepping on the school bell.

Lu Congqi stood at the same spot, watching Wen Yan chasing the congratulatory badge, only to see that Wen Yan suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran towards Lu Congqi, shouting: "Then it's settled—I'll find you tomorrow!"

There were students rushing back to the classroom in the corridor, he jumped up through the crowd and waved to Lu Congqi.

The warm sun in winter sprinkles lightly, gently caressing silently.

Resounding throughout the campus, the bells jingle throughout the youth.

His youth tried his best to stand out from the crowd, and his school uniform became the most eye-catching bright color in that winter day.

Lu Congqi stopped in his tracks, as if looking back at this scene through the sea of ​​time.

Obviously the boy has not gone far, but he has already begun to miss it.

Lu Congqi seemed to have a sore shoulder, and rubbed his shoulder unintentionally, but subconsciously grasped the temperature that Wen Yan had just rubbed here.

His eyes were attached, and the sun seemed to penetrate through his eyes, which were transparent and bright for a moment.

But as he walked further and further away with his back to Wen Yan, his bright eyes became darker and darker as the temperature in the shoulder socket gradually cooled down.

As if the flicker of emotion he had just had was a hallucination on him.

Every time around Qingming, and on the last day of December, a group of people will come and go from the Martyrs Cemetery.

Everyone came and went in a hurry, so busy that even the emotions of sadness and nostalgia had to be released in specific scenes.

As soon as they walked out of this door, they both tacitly did not mention the sad things in the past.

The elementary and middle school students who were organized by the school to sweep the grave were too young to understand how heavy the so-called sacrifice and death in the line of duty were, so they hurriedly put down a branch of chrysanthemum and then forgot it.

Wen Yan and Lu Congqi stood in a hidden corner of the cemetery, watching the people from the bureau come, then Sun Yi, and then Wen Guochao's friend.

Until it got dark, he guessed that there was no one else, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and said with a sneer: "The old man is quite popular..."

It's been cloudy all day today, Wen Yan bought the flowers early in the morning, and holding them in his hands all day is already a bit sluggish.

Lu Congqi silently glanced at Wen Yan and pursed his lips.

Wen Yan is always like this, he is not good at giving his heart generously, beating around the bush, and in the end he holds the decayed flowers in a dull and naive manner, and then passes them to others embarrassingly, which makes people feel distressed and helpless.

It is true for him.

The same is true for Wen Guochao.

Wen Yan walked to the monument of Wen Guochao and stared at the photo on it.

In the black-and-white photo, Wen Guochao is wearing a neat police uniform and looking straight ahead, which always gives people a sense of determination - even if it is a dark photo, it will not make people feel eerie, but rather sad.

It seems that as long as you put on a police uniform, even if you become a ghost, you are still righteous and bright.

Therefore, Wen Yan is regarded as the desktop of the mobile phone, so Wen Yan is not afraid.

He is very tall now, and he is already a lovely young man standing there, with his back straight, as if he can support himself.

Wen Yan bent down and put down the flower in his hand.

A bird chirped in the distance, flapping its wings and flying away.

Under the pitch-black night, the dark clouds gradually spread, and the cold rain dripped in a few drops.

Wen Yan didn't realize it, but stood in front of Wen Guochao and didn't say a word for a long time.

After Lu Congqi stepped forward to arrange the flowers neatly, he took a few steps back and stood side by side with Wen Yan.

"Did I tell you that my dad is always worried that he can't educate me well?"

Lu Congqi didn't dare to look at Wen Guochao who was in front of him, nor did he dare to listen to Wen Yan's words. He bit the bullet and shook his head.

"My parents were busy at that time, and they didn't stay at home all day. Sometimes the two of them didn't meet often. My dad was easy to talk to, and he agreed to anyone who changed shifts with him..."

Wen Yan: "The two of them are planning to send me to a boarding school... You have been in a boarding school since you were a child, right?"

Lu Congqi replied dryly: "Almost."

Wen Yan didn't seem to feel Lu Congqi's lack of interest and perfunctory, so he said to himself: "It turned out that on the first day of delivery, I deliberately touched the fire alarm and ran out of the school."

"In the middle of the night, the whole school was in chaos. It is said that the firefighters were alerted."

Lu Congqi pulled a faint smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I threatened them that they must stay at home, but my dad couldn't figure it out, so he asked me, what's the point of being home alone when you come home and no one cooks for you?"

"What did you say at the time?" Lu Congqi looked sideways at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan didn't meet Lu Congqi's eyes, and still maintained his standing posture: "I was holding a toy gun and aiming at Wen Guochao, and said: Someone at home will definitely come back, it's interesting to wait."

Then he couldn't help but snort and laughed out loud, his voice became lighter: "Actually, I can watch cartoons and play games when they're not at home. Of course it's better than living in school."

Both of them smiled, the laughter was soft, and the corners of their mouths were slightly curved.