soft hedgehog

The two met for the first time on the weekend and went home together. Before leaving, they collected a lot of dirty clothes and took them back to wash.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, he accidentally bumped into Zheng Beibei who also came home.She is still dressed like a tomboy, with a thin collar around her neck, a peaked cap on her head, and a backpack on her back, with a long black chain belt with holes hanging from it, looking quite uninhibited.

She and Ji Tong haven't spoken for a long time since they broke up last time.Of course there was no deep hatred, simply because no one bowed first.And the colorful world is fascinating. Everyone will meet new friends and start new friendships when they move to a new environment. Who will go back and forth on that little bit of conflict?

To put it bluntly, there wasn't enough care, and there wasn't enough urgency, so no one wanted to take that step first.The bigness of the world contrasts with the smallness of emotion.In fact, sometimes when I think about it, many relationships are lost in this way, no matter friendship or love.

Seeing her, Ji Tong had nothing good to say, so he tugged on Liang Yuchen's sleeve to tell him to hurry up.Liang Yuchen asked: "Are you still arguing? It's not enough for so long."

Zheng Beibei also spotted them, looked at them with a tense expression, and slowed down his steps, as if hesitating whether to get closer to them.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Ji Tong probably really didn't want to see her, so he left Liang Yuchen behind.

Liang Yuchen and Zheng Beibei nodded in greeting, and walked to Building 5 side by side.

"Are you also coming back from school?" Zheng Beibei pressed the brim of his hat, looking unhappy.

"Well," Liang Yuchen was carrying a big bag in his hand, "come back and do the laundry."

Before that, they seldom spoke, and when they saw each other, they just nodded and said hello.

Seeing his gentle attitude, Zheng Beibei lost a lot of vigilance, and chatted a few words: "My bag is also full of clothes, and someone washes shoes in the washing machine at school. I think it's dirty."

"The graduate students are alright," Liang Yuchen smiled, "All I mentioned were Ji Tong's clothes, he has a lot of problems."

Zheng Beibei laughed: "Yes, he has a lot of problems, but I think you accept it very well."

Liang Yuchen joked with her: "Sometimes I beat him to vent my anger."

Zheng Beibei's expression changed suddenly: "You hit him?"

I didn't take this as a joke at all.

"No, I was joking." Liang Yuchen raised his hand to press the elevator, "It's almost as good as he hit me."

She said absently and perfunctorily: "He is also joking. We used to joke around a lot. It is common for me to scratch him."

There was no one else in the elevator, so Liang Yuchen asked, "You guys won't play together anymore?"

Adults use "travel", while children use "play".

Zheng Beibei was leaning back with a backpack on his back, his long legs under the hot pants were folded back and forth, his face had a maturity beyond his age: "Let it be, he sometimes makes people very tired."

After arriving home, Liang Yuchen didn't say a word about what he and Zheng Beibei talked about, and Ji Tong didn't ask either.

When the two came back, Hu Aihua was very happy at first, and asked them to order food and let them accompany them to go shopping.However, both of them came here to recuperate, Liang Yuchen could still help with some housework, while Ji Tong was an out-and-out shopkeeper, sleeping until the sun was high in the morning, eating directly after dinner, and doing nothing 24 hours a day.

The relationship between loving mother and filial son lasted for a day and a half, and by Sunday afternoon it had completely collapsed.When sending them out, Hu Aihua almost set off a string of firecrackers. After closing the door, he hugged Liang Changlei's arm and sighed: "I think it's better for the sons to not be at home. I hope the higher education institutions will take them in for a few more years."

On the way back to school, the two found a side-by-side seat on the subway, and the person standing in front blocked the light in front of them.

Ji Tong pestered Liang Yuchen's arm: "Why do I feel that my mother doesn't like us, we are so annoying?"

He originally wanted to just talk about himself, but he didn't want to admit that he was the only annoying person, so he forced to bring another one.

Liang Yuchen turned his head to look at his delicate facial features in the shadows, inexplicably felt that asking such a question was interesting in itself, and decided not to refute the word "we" for the time being.

"How do you feel?"

Ji Tong held a bag for clothes in his arms, and a bag full of snacks under his feet. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not annoying, at most, it's a bit delicious and lazy?"

Liang Yuchen asked with a smile, "Just a little bit?"

"That's not the point." Ji Tong pestered him again.

"Ahem," Liang Yuchen coughed with a smile, "it's nothing more than distance that creates beauty. When you're not at home, it makes people think about it. Aunt Hu beautifies her memory and thinks that we are good everywhere. When we really meet, there will be a gap—— "

"That's why we bother us even more!" Ji Tong answered quickly.

"Well," Liang Yuchen moved the bag under his feet to his side, "the answer is correct. But this is all temporary, if you stay at home for a few more days, her expectations of you will return to normal."

Ji Tong asked casually: "You don't have a mother, how do you know these things?"

After I finished speaking, I was surprised to say the wrong thing.

The car stopped shaking, and the people standing in front of them got out of the car, and the light returned to their faces.With a calm expression, Liang Yuchen looked up at the route map above the carriage.

"I'm sorry." Ji Tong said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Liang Yuchen didn't look at him, "We'll be there in two stops."

Like looking for something to say, but also like not wanting to stay with him anymore.

After one stop, Ji Tong couldn't hold back and pulled the bag belt hanging from Liang Yuchen's arms.

"Will you go to the playground together tomorrow?"

Liang Yuchen first looked down at his movements, then looked at his face, and hummed: "I'll pick you up by bike."

It was as if a stone had been thrown into Ji Tong's face, causing ripples, and for the first time he felt that getting up early was not so bad.

When they arrived at the destination, the two stood up together, and Liang Yuchen stretched out his hand in front of him: "Leave it to me."

There are two bags in total, you can carry one on your back and take the other on your back.

But Ji Tong casually carried the bag in his arms: "Refused to be lazy, start with small things, start today!"

—

Learning French emphasizes the sense of language, and learning the language emphasizes practice.

Ji Tong occupies the former, and Liang Yuchen occupies the latter.

The same sentence Liang Yuchen can read ten times before he can read it like that, and Ji Tong can follow it twice after listening to it twice.In the words of the teacher of the professional course: Ji Tong speaks French, "it has a French flavor".

But talent can only guarantee that if you really run, you may be faster than others, the key is whether you are willing to run.The first time the two practiced oral English, Liang Yuchen gave Ji Tong, an entry-level player, a big blow——

Let him jump into a classic pit that is not written in textbooks such as Tuyin.

Ji Tong lived up to expectations and succeeded in misreading, exposing the fact that he was not a good listener.Liang Yuchen immediately turned his face, carefully checked his exercises, and found that this person is really a good paddler, almost everything that needs to be completed in class is of good quality and quantity, and almost nothing that needs to be done consciously after class.

When asked why, he crouched under a tree like a criminal being interrogated, and said falteringly, "It's boring."

Learning a language is of course boring, and learning French is even more drying and dehydrating on top of being boring. Liang Yuchen has a deep understanding of this.Regardless of the gender of nouns, there are more verb conjugations than Altman and more complex pronouns than the Lego parts system.

But is there really a language in the world that is not boring to learn?

I'm afraid it's hard to find.Once a thing turns from a hobby into a tool of life and a ladder to climb up, it must be boring, because utilitarianism will always run counter to fun.

There are several rows of seats in the outer circle of the playground. The wind is cool in the morning, and the birds have just woken up, chirping among the trees to disturb the nerves of the students.

The two walked over, and Ji Tong's refusal to do his homework was exposed, so he sat there with his head drooping and sucked soy milk. After sucking for a long time, he thought of passing it to Liang Yuchen next to him: "Do you want to drink?"

Eyelashes blinked timidly, pretending to be pitiful, knowing that what he did was wrong.

Liang Yuchen sighed helplessly, lowered his head and took a sip with his hand, it was too sweet.

"There's too much sugar, drink it."

"...Oh." The pale pink lips moved to the straw again.

Neither of the two seemed to remember the last time they drank coconut greens.

Liang Yuchen took a gesture to educate deeply: "Learning a language is like building a house. After the blueprints are designed, you have to lay the foundation, and when you have the foundation, you have to add bricks and tiles. Without hard work day after day, no matter how beautiful the drawings are, it is impossible to become real." house."

In short, talent alone won't go far.

Ji Tong swallowed a mouthful of sweet soy milk, and muttered: "But I really can't memorize it, so many words and tenses, it's just abnormal."

"You can memorize so many hero skills when you play games, but your memory suddenly drops when you learn languages?" Liang Yuchen said, "If you can't memorize them, it means you are lazy. If the professional courses are less than 70 this semester, don't say you know me in the future. "

"Here it is again," he bit the straw and paused, "Who are you, you bastard, why are you talking to me, I don't know you now."

No one wakes him up and he is happy and quiet.

Liang Yuchen's eyes were burning like a torch: "Guilty, I can't do it, I'm afraid of embarrassment."

Heart-piercing triple hits.

As soon as Ji Tong finished speaking, he rushed over to cover his mouth, but he accidentally fell down, and fell on his back on the plastic chair with a bang on the back of his head, which hurts just hearing it.

"Hiss." He gasped, "You can make money, but you can't kill yourself."

In a panic, Ji Tong pressed his hands on Liang Yuchen's chest to prevent him from falling to the ground, and just after saying "I don't have it", he was pushed up with soy milk.

"Did you fall stupid?" Seeing Liang Yuchen's body swaying slightly, he observed with a guilty conscience, "Do you remember who you are?"

Liang Yuchen pretended to ponder: "Is my surname Lu?"

Ji Tong was startled: "Surname Lu?"

"Passerby."

He was stunned for a second, and then he realized that Liang Yuchen was playing with him again, and he was so angry that he threw his fist at him: "Your surname is not Lu, your surname is Jia! The turtle's armor, the tortoise king!"

Liang Yuchen smiled and pressed his hand: "Can you give me a few nicknames, I can't remember."

The two fought for a long time, soy milk spilled on one hand, so they had to take out a paper towel to wipe between their fingers.

Ji Tong ran out of paper and stuffed it in his hand, and leaned over shamelessly: "Hey, what if I don't pass the exam at the end of the semester."

"What do you say?"

"Rewards." This person was extremely righteous, "There is no motivation without rewards."

"You learned it for me?"

"I am the crown prince and you are the Taifu. I have learned how you can ascend to heaven!"

Liang Yuchen really wanted to beat him back: "Don't put gold on your face."

"Is there any reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"This..." Ji Tong's mind raced, "I haven't thought of it yet, I'll tell you when I think about it, and then you have to obey me and be my slave."

Liang Yuchen frowned: "Can you change the word?"

No matter how awkward it sounds.

"Uh...servant?" Ji Tong's vocabulary is limited.

"Stop it." He decided to give up. "Not as good as a slave."