there is heaven

Suhang and Suqiao go to the same school.Suhang is in the junior high school, and Suqiao is in the elementary school, separated by three teaching buildings.Su Hang walked to the door of the "Second Class and Fourth Class of Junior High School", he put on the shoulder strap of his backpack and walked in.

The classroom was noisy, groups of students were whispering to each other, some girls were eating breakfast, and some were holding a mirror to make a fuss.Suhang didn't say hello to anyone, he sat in his seat, after putting down his schoolbag, he randomly took out a few books from the schoolbag, put them on the table, folded his hands and buried his face in his arms and fell asleep.

The noisy environment did not allow him to get a good rest. He closed his eyes, and his ears were full of chattering voices.He frowned and buried his face deeper.

"Shut up! It's so noisy! I can hear the voices of your class from the corridor!" I don't know when the teacher came in. As soon as she came in, she picked up the blackboard eraser on the podium and slapped it several times. With great strength, the chalk dust was shaken out.

"Hurry up and hand in all the homework!" The teacher pointed down sharply, and the noisy voice suddenly decreased a lot.Suhang's eyebrows stretched slightly, he moved his body but did not wake up.

"Teacher! Suhang is sleeping again!" The student in the back row slapped Suhang on the back with his homework.Every time the homework was uploaded to him in the morning, it had to be interrupted, so the people in the back row always complained and stood up, bypassing Suzhou and Hangzhou to hand over the homework to the people in the front row.

The teacher also knows the situation of his family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, so he is quite tolerant and understanding.She made a gesture of reaching out and said, "Let him sleep, and wake him up when class starts."

The ear-piercing class bell rang like an alarm, and Su Hang struggled to sit up in pain.He rubbed his eyes, and the mist in his eyes dissipated a little.He turned around and took out the pencil case and homework from his schoolbag. He opened the pencil case and took out the pencil. Just as he was about to use it, he looked down and found that the lead of the pencil was broken.

All other students are using mechanical pencils, only he is still using wooden pencils.He paused with the hand holding the pen, and then rummaged through the pencil case, only to find that there was no small blade with him.He sighed silently, and put the pen back in again.

The whole morning passed quickly, and when it was meal time, everyone jumped up from their chairs and rushed straight to the cafeteria as if they were starving to death.Suhang slowly got up from his seat and walked out.When we arrived at the cafeteria, there was a large crowd of people. Su Hang blinked with difficulty and felt a headache.After finally getting himself in line, he took out his meal card and handed it to his aunt, saying, "Auntie, I want a fried cabbage and a plate of plain rice."

Auntie took his card and started cooking for him. The compartmented dinner plate was empty, and there were two large compartments with nothing in it.The aunt pointed to the braised chicken leg in front of her with a rice spoon and said enthusiastically, "Brother, why don't you eat a chicken leg? You are growing up, and you eat too little of these!"

Suhang glanced at the chicken leg and then waved his hand.The aunt didn't force her anymore, and handed him the lunch box. The moment Suhang turned around, the aunt's voice chased after him again: "Brother, there is soup over there. It doesn't cost money, you can go and get a bowl to drink."

Auntie's voice was very loud, causing people around to look sideways.Su Hang's hand holding the plate froze, he ignored it, took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo basket beside him, and sat down at a nearby table.

He took a mouthful of rice with his chopsticks and brought it to his mouth, then picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks and began to chew it tastelessly.He ate alone in silence, and looked very out of place at the lively dining table with several people next to him.

Just when he had almost eaten half of it, a person sat down opposite him.Su Hang subconsciously looked up --- it was Su Qiao.

Su Qiao's face was blushing, and he was extremely pale. Looking at it this way, he was as rosy as a small apple.He winked at Suhang, then put the chicken legs on his dinner plate into Suhang's plate.

Suhang looked at the big chicken leg drenched in braised sauce, and suddenly swallowed his saliva.He picked it up with chopsticks and returned it to Su Qiao.

"You can eat." Suhang's voice was as cold as ever, without any emotion.

Su Qiao seemed a little unhappy, but he didn't want to lose his temper with his brother, so he picked up the chicken leg and stuffed it into Su Hang's dinner plate.Then he lowered his head and began to eat without saying a word, and the atmosphere once again dropped to freezing point.

Su Hang's hands tightened while holding the chopsticks. He raised his eyes to look at Su Qiao, but found that he was not looking at himself.Su Hang cut the big chicken leg in half with chopsticks, picked a larger piece, and gently placed it on Su Qiao's plate.

"Eat, Su Qiao." Su Hang chewed the white rice in his mouth with the small piece of meat, and Su Qiao's heart skipped a beat when he heard his name called.He suddenly raised his head to look at Suhang, but Suhang didn't look at him, he was watching the peppers in the cabbage with his chopsticks.

Su Qiao took a bite of the chicken leg before saying, "I'll wait for you at the school gate after school."

Only then did Su Hang raise his head. He glanced at Su Qiao, saw his happy smile because he had meat to eat, and his eyes were slightly stagnant.He put the chopsticks on the dinner plate neatly, and he responded softly: "Yeah."

After school at 04:30, it began to rain lightly outside. Su Qiao put his schoolbag on his head to keep out the rain.Su Hang frowned, and he pulled up the zipper of his school uniform to signal Su Qiao to leave.

"..." Su Qiao grabbed Su Hang's cuff, Su Hang looked at him inexplicably, Su Qiao's fingers slowly moved, and moved into Su Hang's school uniform pocket, he held Su Hang's hand tentatively Little Thumb said, "Suhang, I'm cold."

Su Qiao's hands were really cold, and the temperature on Su Hang's hands was like hail.Su Hang looked down at Su Qiao, Su Qiao's lips were a little purple from the cold, he kept trembling, his thin school uniform couldn't resist the wind and rain.

Suhang didn't say anything, but he took off the schoolbag on Su Qiao's head and carried it on his shoulder.He didn't take out the hand that was in the pocket, probably with tacit approval, Su Qiao stretched out his whole hand towards Suhang, squeezing his hands into a narrow pocket.Because of the inconsistency of the pace, they bump into each other.

Suqiao is shorter than Suhang, so the pace naturally cannot keep up.Su Qiao grabbed Su Hang's hand and managed to stabilize his steps without falling.Su Qiao's hands are small, but they are quite strong. His small hand is like a hockey puck stuck to Su Hang's palm, and he can't shake it off.

Su Hang was probably getting annoyed, so he held Su Qiao's hand back all of a sudden, preventing him from scratching around.Suhang's palm was warm because he had been hiding in his pocket for a long time.Su Qiao raised his head to look at Suhang, the light in his eyes was like crispy candy, crisp and sweet.

"Suhang." Su Qiao called him, but he ignored him; so every time Su Qiao was shaken hard, he called Su Hang's name again.Suhang held his hand, and the two of them carefully avoided the gradually forming puddle on the ground.

This tall and short figure stepped on the bluestone road, the rain spread and fell on Suhang's temples, and he had no time to wipe it off.Su Qiao leaned against him with half of his body, and the two of them hid their hands in their pockets to keep each other warm.

After finally getting home, Su Qiao kicked off his shoes immediately, he flew into the bathroom and took out a dry towel, and without saying a word, he tiptoed and rubbed Su Hang's head.Suhang's hair was all messed up by him, but the dry towel wiped off the raindrops from his temples.Su Hang pressed the towel and wanted to wipe it himself, but Su Qiao refused.

The two of them pushed back and forth in the small room, and the towel fell to the floor.Su Qiao was taken aback, Su Hang bent down to pick it up, just about to get up Su Qiao jumped onto Su Hang's back, he hugged Su Hang's neck tightly, and naturally clamped his two legs to Su Hang's waist .

"... Su Qiao!" Su Hang's voice was a little annoyed, and he didn't dare to straighten up all of a sudden, for fear of falling Su Qiao.Su Qiao hugged him even tighter, with her small face pressed against Su Hang's neck, her voice pitifully pleading.

"You carry me on your back, Suhang."

"I want you to carry me on your back." Su Qiao's voice was quite milky, so his coquettish voice made people feel softer after hearing it.Su Hang was still half bent, seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Su Qiao shook Su Hang's neck vigorously and said, "Su Hang! Su Hang!"

Su Hang picked up the towel, held the towel in one hand, and held Su Qiao's leg with the other, and carried him on his back.Su Qiao smiled in surprise, lying on Su Qiao's back, took the towel from Su Hang's hand, and gently wiped Su Hang's head.

Suhang's vision suddenly darkened, and the towel covered his eyes.He had no choice but to hold on to Su Qiao's leg, and Su Qiao hugged his neck and said softly, "Thank you brother."