After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

winter morning.

Li Qingchen ran back, wearing earphones and sportswear, and opened the door covered in cold air.

He put two bowls of red oil on the table, pressed the alarm clock that jumped to the ground, went into the bedroom and pulled down the quilt covering Shang Yang's head: "Brother Shang, wake up."

Shang Yang covered his ears, burrowed into the quilt, and muttered: "If you don't listen, don't listen, the turtle will recite scriptures even though it lasts a long time."

Li Qing continued to pull the quilt.

Shang Yang used both hands and feet firmly, entangled the blanket like an octopus, rolled around, and continued to pretend to be dead: "...I want to marry my bed, Li Xiaoqing, you have been abandoned."

Li Xiaoqing rubbed Shang Yang's head, helplessly: "Nonsense." Glancing at his watch, he announced: "Up to 10 minutes." Then he shook his head and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

By the time he finished his shower, it was almost time for someone to stay in bed.

Li Qing came out of the shower, changed into a gray hooded sweater, wiped his hair with a white towel, and saw that in the living room, Shang Yang had changed into a beige sweater, was wearing jeans, and was sitting on a chair with his back facing the glass tank. Gui Shishou spoke.

Those long and thin thighs seemed to be protruding from the chair.

"Little turtle, tell me, what were you doing from 12:30 to [-]:[-] last night? Where did you go? Did you see anything you shouldn't? Huh?"

"not talking?"

"Little turtle, you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court, please pay attention to your attitude."

In the glass fish tank, Gui Shishou lazily gnawed on the ham sausage, without giving Shang Yang a look.

"Old hooligan who eavesdrops!" Shang Yang poked Gui Shishou's shell with his fingers, then looked up casually, and saw Li Qing.

He just finished taking a bath, because of the steaming heat and mist, his normally white face looked a little red, his eyes seemed to be filled with clear water, and his black hair became more and more shiny, like a languid tree that had been bathed in a summer torrential rain. Lazy plantain tree.

Fresh and moist.

Shang Yang propped his head crookedly, and said with a light smile, "Beauty, do you want a date? I am so soft-bodied, I can take any position."

Li Qing shook his head helplessly: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to be late soon,"

"When you use it, you call him Brother Shang, and when you're done using it, stop making trouble." Shang Yang glanced at Li Qing unscrupulously, crossing Erlang's legs half-lazily, "Li Xiaoqing, your tone of voice on the bed last night But it’s not so indifferent. At that time, it was fine to take one bite at a time..."

Thinking of some scenes from last night, although Li Qing tried his best to restrain his brow, the tips of his ears slowly turned red.

"...Brother Shang."

"Yes, I have to protect the mental health of other creatures." Shang Yang turned his head and plugged Gui Shishou's ears, patted Gui Shishou's shell and said seriously, "As a little turtle, you shouldn't know this."

Gui Shishou ate the sausage slowly.

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Li Qing helped his forehead helplessly: "Brother Shang! Although Gui is almost thirty years old this year."

Shang Yang looked at Li Qing in shock.

Li Qing was even more helpless: "Brother Shang, when you were shopping, didn't you ask the seller?"

Shang Yang: "Oh hehehehe..."

Can he say that when he bought it, he rushed directly to the store, picked up the biggest one and ran away?

dang dang-

The clock on the wall struck six.

The voice backtracked in the silent room, and the tail sound oscillated like small snow-white waves, curling up and disappearing into the boundless sea of ​​time.

There was no one in the room at this time.

downstairs.

Li Qing pushed the motorcycle out, wearing a helmet.

Shang Yang was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, had already fastened his helmet, and was raising his head to help Li Qing fasten the helmet strap.

"Li Xiaoqing, you said that although the tortoise is 30 years old, is it considered an old tortoise? People say that the tortoise has a spirit. We have a monthly exam today. After the exam, Shang Houde will have an operation in the afternoon. Before going out, right? Should I pay homage to Gui Shi's longevity?"

Li Qing: ...

"Feed it so many things every day, raw meat, ham, and loach. It's better than what I eat, and that guy runs away all day. If it's useless, let's stew him..."

Li Qing: ...

"Li Xiaoqing, what do you think?"

Li Qing started the motorcycle: ... "Hurry up, Brother Shang, let's set off."

In winter, it dawns late, and the morning is still dark.Amid the indistinct roars of the late drunks, the long and vast street is dark like a long dragon, and occasionally you can see a few dim lights from the early stalls.

Two snow-white lights cut through the darkness like bayonets.

Li Qing wore a helmet, rode a motorcycle, and walked towards the front.Shang Yang hugged his waist, also wearing a helmet.The oncoming cold wind rolled up the hair of the two of them, which was extremely cold and refreshing.

Looking at the ray of morning light deep in the deep blue sky, Shang Yang slightly narrowed his eyes, his voice was light and short like being swept away by the wind.

"It's the beginning of another day."

A senior high school student is also one of the awakeners of the city.

The third year of high school is a magical time.

Many people do their best to live through it, hate and cry, call it life's worst nightmare, walk barefoot in the dark, and miss it when they are away from it for years, or work, or become a parent pure youthfulness.

I miss the always bustling playground on the campus, the rows of magnolia trees with bowls of big white flowers beside the boulevard, the soft and bright sunshine in the corridor, the slight humming of the air conditioner, and the stacks of test papers, exercise books and guidance books , I miss the hair sticking to my head after waking up from a nap, and I miss the boys and girls in the classroom who were nostalgic...

I miss my youthful and youthful self.

All this, people in it will not understand.

In classrooms.

The December mock exam is here.

Maybe it's because the mentality has been calmed down, maybe it's because I understand that learning is not a one-day job, or it's enough to try my best, or I have a clear conscience about myself.

Before this exam, everyone was in a peaceful enough state.

Jingle Bell--

The bell rang at the end of early self-study.

The students studying in the classrooms in the corridor put away their books one after another, walked into the classroom, took their pencil cases and schoolbags, and walked towards their respective examination rooms.The crowded crowd was like a huge torrent, but their faces were all young.

Xu Chengcai picked up the green apple on the table, stared at it for a moment, then smiled wistfully, put it in the bag gently, got up and set off.

The steps are calm and calm.

In the second month after being disconnected from my parents, my mentality became more peaceful.

Under the huge starry sky, he accepted himself frankly.

Lei Tiantian closed a copy of "Zhang Ailing Collection", put away the bookmark inserted on the page of "The Story of the Golden Lock", and then thought of the girl who was like a gardenia flower in the drizzle in May, once said : "This is my favorite book, I gave it to you."

She exhaled lightly, grasped the pencil case and schoolbag strap tightly, and straightened her back.

Like a female warrior going out to war.

Because she knew that she had more than one person's fate entrusted to her.

Passing by, the two looked at each other and greeted each other with a smile.

"Come on for the mock exam, Mr. Xu."

"Come on, too, Miss Lei."

Chen Zhengfei rushed over from behind, patted his shoulders one by one, and said in a loud voice: "Come on, you don't even call me, it's so boring. Come and read to me, the class monitor mock exams, cheers, character exploded, the school's first!" One is not bad, the best in the city."

Xu Chengcai added earnestly: "The squad leader also simulates the exam and cheers."

Lei Tiantian swung the pencil case and threw it at Chen Zhengfei, shouting angrily: "Chen Zhengfei, today I am determined to hit No.3! You badass, get your stinky hands away!!!"

Chen Zhengfei ran like a mouse with his head in his arms, his voice came from far in the corridor.

"I told you I'm not a stinker, and I won five yuan!!!"

Xu Chengcai rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Brother Shang?"

Cheng Chengcheng, carrying a black schoolbag, strode after him.

Shang Yang lazily took off an earphone, rested his elbow on Cheng Chengcheng's shoulder, glanced at his watch, his long legs crossed indecently: "There are still 10 minutes to start the exam, Fertilizer Orange, I'll give you 1 minute , be frank and lenient."

Cheng Chengcheng's momentum weakened immediately: "I'll fill this up for you."

Shang Yang took it over and took a look, it was an exquisite classmate record.

This thing was also filled in when Shangyang graduated from junior high school.But he is not a sloppy and sentimental character, just a few lines of words such as happy every day are written on it.

It's the end of December, and it's not too early to calculate according to graduation in June.

Shang Yang glanced at Cheng Chengcheng up and down.

It's just that he didn't expect that Cheng Chengcheng was the first to do this in the first group.

This immature boy who used to be over 1.5 meters tall and seemed to be a generation behind his classmates, who filled the classroom as a small trumpet, has now grown to 1.8 meters like he has been fed with chemical fertilizers.

The back is thin and thin, with the appearance of a teenager.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the cleanliness and enthusiasm in the bones.

Shang Yang waved his hand casually and said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"That's right." Seeing Shang Yang's agreement, Cheng Chengcheng was obviously very happy, and hurriedly found another one, "This one is for Brother Qing, Er Yang, help me bring it to him together."

Shang Yang took it easily.He waved to Cheng Chengcheng.

Suddenly Shang Yang caught a glimpse of Cheng Chengcheng’s package revealing a corner of an undelivered courier package, which was carefully wrapped in a kraft paper bag with the same pattern as the one in Shang Yang’s hand.

The package address is written in Guangzhou.

Noticing Shang Yang's gaze, Cheng Chengcheng pinched the package, his voice a little low: "I asked Sister Lei for Zhang Yufei's address. This is for her..."

Shang Yang sighed inwardly.

Even though the seal has been lifted, and the number I has skyrocketed to I, the figure has the shadow of a boy.

Cheng Chengcheng still lives in the heart of the little boy who wrote "Friendship Forever" on the class wishing card.

"Give me a copy of the address." Shang Yang raised his chin at Cheng Chengcheng and stretched his waist, "At any rate, I have been working as a front and back desk for so long, and have helped me with Chinese tutoring for so long, so I have to save some Remember it."

Cheng Chengcheng's eyes widened in surprise.

Shang Yang took a photo of the address with his mobile phone, looked at his watch again, waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go to the exam."

Cheng Chengcheng hummed: "I'll wait for you."

The two left separately.

Under the golden sun of December, the two strode forward as if stepping on the golden light under their feet, carrying guns and armour, burning the fuel of youth, and fearlessly walked towards a battlefield of courage and sweat.

in the hospital.

The air in the operating room always seemed to be lower than outside, giving people a chilly feeling.But this is actually unreasonable. The hospital has a unified constant temperature system, and the cold and summer are the most suitable temperature for the human body.

Perhaps Senhan is just waiting for the atmosphere of life and death trial.

Outside the major surgery layer.

A blue metal bench, Shang Yang and Li Qing sat side by side in the innermost position.

Yu Fei sat next to Li Qing.

He was wearing a smoky gray long woolen jacket, unbuttoned, with Erlang's legs slightly turned up, giving him a chic and unrestrained feeling, like the prodigal son on TV who could pull away at any time.

One by one, the flat surgical beds were pushed out, and the family members rushed up together, being judged by the doctors, or uttering voices uncontrollably after the catastrophe.

Crowds come and go.

Shang Yang, Li Qing and Yu Fei were so quiet that they seemed to be forgotten.

After sitting there for a long time, just when Yu Fei felt that the air-conditioning on the surgical floor had frozen into the joints of his bones, making his bones stiff, Li Qing got up and bought three bottles of water and handed him a bottle: "Brother Yu?"

Yu Fei answered: "Thank you."

Li Qing didn't pass the bottle of water until he was sitting next to Shang Yang: "Brother Shang, drink slowly."

Shang Yang rested his elbows on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and grabbed his hair with his hands.In this position, he has recently lost so much weight that his thin shoulder blades stand out.

Hearing Li Qing's voice, he raised his head to take the water, but his hand slipped and he almost missed it.

Laughing at himself, he realized that his muscles were tense like a rock, and his fingers and teeth were shaking unconsciously.

Li Qing felt a pain in his heart, immediately took back the bottle of water, changed hands and handed over another bottle of water.

This time, he deliberately unscrewed the bottle cap: "The bottle of water just now was too cold to handle. This bottle is at room temperature. Brother Shang, drink this bottle."

Shang Yang forced a smile at Li Qing, took a sip of water, and wet his dry lips.

Hands are still shaking.

Yufei hated this scene the most in his life.

Trying to restrain himself from looking at Shang Yang and the two, he touched his trouser pocket, lowered his head hastily, got up and walked outside: "I'll go to the corridor to smoke a cigarette."

When he arrived at the corridor, Yufei realized that someone had already climbed here first.

Among the cigarette butts on the floor, a 37-year-old middle-aged man sat slumped, smoking desperately with a cigarette between his hands.The smoke billowed like a dry ice fire extinguisher.

That posture didn't look like smoking, but more like repeating an action unconsciously venting.

Yu Fei hesitated for a while before sitting next to the man.

The middle-aged man finished smoking a cigarette and touched his pocket, only to find that the cigarette was gone.

Yu Fei passed one over.

Perhaps in the face of uncontrollable difficulties, people tend to release pressure on strangers.The middle-aged man took it, lit the cigarette with trembling hands, and smoked again: "Your father has an operation?"

Yufei hesitated for a while without denying it: "Where's the eldest brother?"

The middle-aged man murmured: "My wife gave birth, a caesarean section, amniotic fluid embolism. Originally, I was there to accompany the delivery. Later, there was too much bleeding, so I was kicked out."

Yu Fei was silent for a while.

The middle-aged man turned his head and asked, "Young man, do you believe in miracles?"

Yu Fei hesitated for a moment, then his tone became firm: "I believe."

The middle-aged man seemed to have received vain comfort from Yu Fei’s words, and he pulled out a smile that seemed to be crying and laughing: "Thank you, young man. Thank you, young man. The doctor said that this situation can only be survived unless a miracle occurs." come down."

"My parents died in a car accident when I was young. My younger brother also died of illness ten years ago. I have lived alone in this world for so long, and I always feel that I am separated from the world. Finally, the child and her mother came, and I Finally, it has taken root in the world."

"I, I can't imagine what will happen to me if they leave..."

"I can only rely on this miracle."

"I, only it..."

When people fall into despair, knowing that it is vain to seek help from gods and miracles, no one is willing to let go of this straw of emptiness.

Yu Fei listened silently, and lit a cigarette for himself.

The cigarette was lit, but he did not smoke it, and whispered to himself: "I was born for 18 years, and I didn't know who my parents were. For the first 17 years, I lived as the shadow of another person. I even belonged to I don’t even have my own name. My grandma died last year, so I don’t even have the qualifications to be someone else’s shadow.”

"The person lying in the operating room is one of the few people in the world who treats me sincerely."

"There is one more, went to Guangzhou..."

"I have gained too little in this life. Therefore, I cannot accept even a little bit of loss."

"So, I also believe in a miracle."

She murmured: "I believe God will give me a miracle."

The middle-aged man patted Yu Fei on the shoulder, and stopped talking.

The two smoked silently facing each other.

For every life that is fair to cruel and indifferent, it seems to be a long and endless blue sea, a magnificent era, and it is just a tiny white wave in it.

Personal joys, sorrows, sorrows and struggles are so small that they are almost nothing.

Time is too vast and immeasurable to be frightening.

After smoking a pack of cigarettes, Yu Fei sat back on the blue bench again.

The three of them waited for a long time, until they drank a bottle of water bit by bit, when Li Qing went to buy another bottle, they drank almost all of it, and when the people waiting for the operation floor were almost gone.

The surroundings fell into the emptiness and silence before nightfall.

The door of the operating room was finally pushed open.

Two surgical beds were pushed out one after the other, and the nurse shouted calmly and tiredly.

"Where are Shang Houde's family members?"

"Where are Yan Qingdie's family members?"

Yu Fei raised his head first and poked Shang Yang.

"I'm here, I'm Shang Houde's family." Shang Yangyang stood up a little too late, his legs were limp.

Li Qing supported him without any trace, so as not to make him look embarrassed.

The middle-aged man's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the cigarette. He looked at the doctor with hope but also dare not accept it: "I, I am Yan Qingdie's husband. How are my wife and children?"

The doctors of the two teams took off their masks with different movements and showed the same smile.

"The operation was very successful. I will go to the ICU for observation for a few days, and I have passed the dangerous period. If the prognosis is good, the survival period will be very high. It is a relatively lucky situation."

"Both adults and children have been saved, and both mother and daughter are safe."

In the empty and quiet corridor, in the newborn incubator, a baby's cry echoed.

It is the sound of newborn nature.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is inspired by "Old Tan Traffic Police" (? Is it called this name? I forgot.) There is a little character in an article.

His parents died early, his wife and child died of dystocia, and only one mentally handicapped younger brother was left to depend on each other. The reality version of "alive", a very shocking life.

If you are interested, you can take a look.