life after death

When Su Junping saw what he had done, he felt so guilty that he knelt down to help him pick up mung beans. When he looked up, he saw Chen Yilin frowning, his lips turned pale, and his guilt deepened.

"A Lin, I didn't mean it, don't be angry."

Chen Yilin seemed to be in a daze, he yelled twice before he realized it, and smiled at him: "It doesn't matter, I'll come over with a broom, you wait."

Su Junping stood there, wanting to help but found it was useless, his long hands and feet had no place to rest, feeling subtly awkward.

Whenever he was embarrassed, he would have nothing to say: "A Lin, why do you want to make mung beans?"

Chen Yilin was dusting off the dust. Hearing this, he paused and said, "My family runs a pastry shop, and this mung bean is used to make mung bean cake."

Su Junping's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he pestered him to visit his shop. Chen Yilin was so annoyed by him that he led him there.

The full name of the big vegetable market is "The First Farmer's Market". It is located in a prime location in the city center, and it has a style that other vegetable markets don't have. Su Junping has been there a few times in his impression, but if Chen Yilin didn't lead him, he wouldn't be able to find this place at all. store.

too biased.Su Junping thought, hiding in the middle of the alley, no one would notice unless he was copying the alley.

Chen Yilin led him ahead, and replied with eyes on the back of his head: "The good location is too expensive, it's much cheaper here."

He opened the door, and Su Junping felt an aroma blowing towards his face, a dry and rich aroma of grains.

The lighting in this small shop is very poor, the sun is completely out of reach at four or five in the afternoon, only a small and high window on the wall streams a few rays of light.Su Junping didn't have to look up to see the fluorescent lamps and fans hanging from the ceiling, all of them were pitch-black. Directly facing the lamps, there were racks of dim sum. There are two and a half steamed buns on the lower layer, which are slightly yellowed after being left for a long time.

Chen Yilin pushed aside the sack and plastic bucket, and Su Junping saw a table covered with flour, with two small benches beside it, and Chen Yilin handed him one.

Su Junping took it in fear and trepidation, and carefully touched his butt to the side. The bench was too small and wobbly, he was really afraid that it would be crushed with force.

There was nothing to say for a while, but Chen Yilin started the conversation first: "Do you want water?"

Su Junping hurriedly said no, but Chen Yilin had already stood up and poured him a glass for nothing: "This is the only one here, let's drink it together."

"Thank you."

Chen Yilin was squatting at the door washing the beans, which were the batch that had just been sprinkled. Su Junping approached with an enamel cup in his hand, and squatted beside him, watching him concentrate on washing, with the same expression as when he was doing math problems.

It seemed to be the same, but Su Junping held the cup and took two big gulps. He tasted the strange taste of tap water, licked his lips and wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

It seems to be different.

Here, in this place with terrible lighting, the night seemed to fall very quickly. Chen Yilin's side face was covered with a dim halo, and when he took off his glasses, it looked like a thick and colorful oil painting.

The two were silent, when they saw an old woman approaching, with the most common plaid cloth wrapped around her head, Chen Yilin shouted: "Grandma."

He turned sideways to let the old man in, introduced Su Junping and said, "This is my classmate." Su Junping immediately greeted the old lady in a polite manner, far more respectful than his own grandmother.

The old lady seemed very happy to see Su Junping, murmured "good girl" a few times, and asked him a lot of questions about school, Su Junping answered all of them seriously, especially those related to Chen Yilin, wishing to share all the beautiful things with her. Words are added to him, but it is a pity that he does not have much culture, so he can only keep saying "good, very good, very good".

Fortunately, the old lady is not very educated, so the communication is very smooth, but she is a little deaf and needs to speak louder.Su Junping coaxed her to be very happy, she couldn't stop laughing, and finally took out some pastries for him to take away.Of course Su Junping refused to accept it.

Chen Yilin didn't know when he finished washing the mung beans, wiped his hands with a cloth, walked over and said, "Just take it."

Su Junping was a little hesitant, Chen Yilin simply took it and stuffed it into his hand, then turned to the old lady and said, "I'll go out to see him off." He pulled Su Junping out.

All the way without a word, Su Junping was wandering in the sky, suddenly felt a golden light, and found that he had reached the entrance of the alley, and Chen Yilin was about to go back, so he quickly pulled him back.

"This... I still can't accept it, really, I'm willing to accept it, but I can't accept this."

Chen Yilin's expression was calm: "Grandma told you to keep it for you, but she is not happy when she pushes around."

Su Junping grabbed the oiled paper bag, hesitated for a while and refused to let go, Chen Yilin laughed when he saw this, the thin sunlight was condensed in the corner of his eyes, shining brightly: "It's okay, our family is not bad for this." Su Junping's face turned red when he heard this, and he continued, "Actually, the business is not as bad as you think. There are quite a lot of people who know this alley. And they will sell it in the morning. There are many office workers and students. people."

Only then did Su Junping feel relieved, took some snacks, and told Chen Yilin not to go home by car.

He checked the time on the bus and found that it was late, so he hurried upstairs, warmed up the almost cold porridge, and carefully carried it over, taking a cushion along the way.

Yang Hong sat up and said in a good mood: "Why are you so sensible today? Did you cause trouble when you went out?"

Su Junping rolled his eyes: "Am I so untrustworthy in your heart? I'm angry, take out the bowl yourself later!"

His mother hurriedly held back a smile to appease her hard-working son. Su Junping hummed a few times to express his forgiveness, turned on the TV and switched a few channels, then leaned to the side wearily, and stopped talking.

After all, Yang Hong had raised him for more than ten years, and knew the character of this little bastard very clearly. When she saw this, she immediately knew that he was being hit, and beckoned him over: "Do you want your mother to clean your ears?"

"No, no," he rolled on the bed, "I'm not three and a half years old."

"People have to clean their ears even when they are 80 years old. Come here," she patted the place beside her. "It's been a long time since I cleaned your ears. Didn't you like it the most before?"

Su Junping didn't say a word, hugged the cushion and rolled over again, finally crawled over silently.

"Just one click, I can do it myself."

"Yeah, our little Jun is the most obedient, come here."

"Don't talk to me in this tone... I'm really not three and a half years old."

However, he leaned on his mother, and fell asleep when his ears were picked, and he didn't bother to refute when his mother spoke in a coaxing tone.Yang Hong opened the curtains, Su Junping covered his eyes uncomfortably, and heard his mother say: "You seem very unhappy?"

"No……"

"Do you think you can fool your mother?"

Su Junping froze for a moment, feeling that it was impossible, organized his words to explain: "When I was buying porridge for you, I met a classmate..."

Yang Hong heard the beginning and was silent again, and found that he had fallen asleep leaning against her, sighed, put the increasingly heavy brat on the bed, covered the quilt, and went out lightly by herself.

Su Junping heard the click of the door closing, and slowly opened his eyes.Although he was sleepy, he wouldn't fall asleep so quickly, he just didn't want to face the fucking questioning.

How to explain it?That bit of melancholy was inexplicable, like thousands of teenagers' obsession with various belts, and their entanglement in whether to tuck the T-shirt into their trousers or take it out. It was a little strange, and even he couldn't explain it clearly.

Su Junping thought that he fell into a drowsy sleep later, and his father didn't come back to disturb him, so he slept in their room all night.

The next few days will be a repetitive holiday life-eating, sleeping, playing games, and barely having a cram school to adjust.

Students have always looked forward to the holidays, and even the price of continuous reading in the days to come cannot stop their enthusiasm.But when a long vacation is in front of them, most of the time is just wasted.

Yang Hong took the first few days off and went to work, leaving a prodigal son at home.

He gets up on time at two o'clock in the afternoon every day, while picking up the meals his mother prepared for him, he turns on the new computer to play games, and turns off the computer on time at five o'clock in the afternoon, making sure his mother doesn't see him addicted to the Internet when he comes home , Chat or take a walk with his mother after dinner, and then go back to the room to continue playing, maybe one or two o'clock, maybe three or four o'clock, he is very presumptuous in the dark and dark midnight.

Then came the vacation syndrome.

On the first day of school, the alarm clock vibrated crazily. Su Junping smashed two of them irritably, and another one yelled fearlessly on the bedside table. Miao rubbed his hair vigorously again, and got up with a look of regret.

When he was brushing his teeth, he saw that his eyes were swollen, as if he had been punched twice. Su Junping tried to hide it with a smile, which stretched his eye muscles, and he screamed in pain.

It's over, it's over, I accidentally played it off, he thought.

The first two periods were Chinese class. According to the Chinese teacher's cotton-like temper, Su Junping had always regarded it as a sleep-replenishment practice class, but he was too frightened to do his homework, so he had to sacrifice his sleep time to make up his homework.Although Chen Yilin's handwriting was correct and accurate, but there were too many papers. After copying, his hands almost cramped.

Finally, I finished my homework in two classes. Although the words were extremely ugly and were ridiculed by the "peahen", Su Junping didn't care, and spent the morning in a sluggish manner.In the first physical education class in the afternoon, Wang Wenjie asked him to play.

"We'll go there at [-]:[-] in a while, and those who want to rest can lean on and sleep for a while."

After Su Junping thought about it, the lunch break started at 01:30 and ended at [-]:[-]. He only needed to go to bed during the lunch break, which was more than enough time.Therefore, as soon as I came back from lunch, I lay down on the table to recharge my batteries.

When the watch jingled at [-] minutes, he felt that he was still in good spirits, so he went to wash his face and went downstairs.

When you take the stairs, there is a problem.

The boys who played ball had already left, only Su Junping went to wash his face first. When he walked up the stairs, the whole corridor was empty and quiet.

Class [-] is on the third floor, which is not that high in theory, but after walking up two flights of stairs, he felt dizzy and his throat was tight, and he had a vague urge to vomit.

Su Junping felt that he might have been drowsy, so he went downstairs and washed his face again, but when he walked around the playground to the gymnasium, the feeling of tightness became more and more obvious.When Su Junping walked, the soles of his feet were fluttering, and he could hardly stand still.

"Grass!" He cursed softly.

He wanted to go to the gymnasium to find Wang Wenjie, but found that the door was still closed, so he had to walk slowly to the side door on the ground floor.

During that terrible journey, Su Junping seemed to hear the sound of internal organs bumping as he walked—especially his stomach, which seemed to have a lot of water, bumping around like a bucket, and the stomach acid kept regurgitating. His throat burned so hot that it hurt.

Su Junping ran to the basement on both hands and feet, and vaguely saw a large piece of discarded high jump mat. He rushed on it and lay on it, gasping for breath.

When Chen Yilin walked into the badminton room, he saw Su Jun lying flat on the mat, dazed with sweat.

He approached, and found that Su Jun's face was snow-white, and his lips were trembling unconsciously.

"Su Junping? Su Junping?!"

Chen Yilin quickly went to pat his face, and saw Su Junping heaving a sigh of relief. He looked at the ceiling now, and it was green, and he finally recognized a familiar face from the green shadow, and he relaxed all of a sudden.

"Don't bark, you have a headache."

After speaking, he tilted his head, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.